Chapter 308

The group arrived at viewing box No. 6, only to see a young man wearing a suit and a bow tie standing at the door, looking left and right, restless, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Seeing Fursoles walking at the front of the group, the man looked excited and said hurriedly: "Mr. Milicato! You are finally here!"

"Who is he?" Ning Zhe asked casually.

"The private driver of the deceased, Diesel." Fursoles said without looking back: "The deceased was participating in the 'gift auction' in the theater, and he was waiting for his employer in the tea room."

As he spoke, two sturdy male servants pulled the curtain open from left and right. Ning Zhe then looked into the door, only to see an oval-shaped room with a crescent-shaped sofa on each side. An old man with graying hair was lying face down on the table, a gray-white, bloodless dead face staring straight at the door, his eyes already rolled back.

"This is what it looked like when the corpse was just discovered. After the doctor finished the examination, we put him back into the original posture. There shouldn't be much difference." Fursoles said. Strange events cannot be judged by ordinary thinking; what if it's useful?

Ning Zhe nodded and walked into the oval room.

"Sir, this..." The driver of the deceased, Diesel, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Fursoles raising his hand: "Don't talk too much."

The Saint-Golia Opera House is Fursoles' private property, and behind it is a long chain of perfect human trafficking industries. Slave trafficking is the core industry of the Milicato family, and "gift girls" are just the most high-end small part of this industrial chain. And as a white glove that has been making money for the Dai Ke family for hundreds of years, when the industrial interests of the Milicato family are infringed upon, members of the Dai Ke family have the responsibility to provide help.

Just like suppressing the workers' riots in small African countries with bloody means back then.

Based on the principle of equal rights and responsibilities, Fan Daike has the responsibility to solve the strange event in the opera house, but Ning Zhe does not. He weighed the pros and cons and decided to stay and see the situation first. If he can calm the event, that's the best, but if the risk is too great, he can only abandon the identity of "Fan Daike" and slip away.

Ning Zhe entered the room, his gaze silently sweeping over the corpse of the deceased "Bruno Diesel," and finally landed on the oval glass table in the center of the viewing box.

As mentioned before, after the doctor's examination, Diesel's corpse had no external injuries, and no obvious signs of poisoning could be found. 15 minutes ago, he was still excitedly looking forward to going home to "unwrap gifts" at night, and the next second he died suddenly without warning and lay face down on the table, like an old man in an old story who passed away while basking in the sun on a lounge chair, or an internet-addicted teenager who died suddenly at his computer after staying up all night for several days.

Diesel didn't order any food or drinks. The room was empty, and there was only a pot of ice water and two glasses on the table, as well as several playing cards scattered around in a mess.

Ning Zhe bent down and picked up a card that had fallen under the sofa leg. It was a black and white joker, also known as the "Little King" in Kyushu. He picked up another one from the table, which was the Ace of Hearts.

"Is he the first victim?" Ning Zhe asked.

"No." Fursoles shook his head.

He came into the room and activated the electronic screen embedded in the tabletop. It showed the city construction map of Vivian Port. Fursoles zoomed in on the map and drew several small red circles on it with his finger:

"The first victim is here, in a public restroom in the residential area west of the hypermarket. A woman with a child discovered his corpse, and the state of death was exactly the same as Diesel's. The second victim is here, that's the small tavern..."

As Fursoles gestured on the map, eye-catching red dots were connected into an S-shaped curve in chronological order: "This ghost first appeared in the residential area west of the hypermarket, then moved south all the way, and people died strangely on the road constantly. Diesel is the most recent victim."

"Have any new victims appeared during the time since Diesel died?" Ning Zhe asked again.

"No, he is the most recent one." Fursoles' answer was without hesitation.

Alright, it seems he successfully used the ink fountain to seal the opera house, drawing a circle on the ground to trap the ghost in the theater. That bright red curve didn't continue to extend forward.

"In other words, the ghost is still in the opera house."

Ning Zhe collected the playing cards scattered on the tabletop, the floor, and the sofa legs one by one. They were: Big King, Little King,

Ace of Hearts, Jack of Hearts, Queen of Hearts, King of Hearts,

Ace of Spades, Jack of Spades, Queen of Spades, King of Spades.

A total of 10 cards, each card is different. Generally, they can be divided into two parts, red and black—the Little King probably belongs to the Spades side, intuitively speaking.

"Can you bring up the surveillance in the room?" Ning Zhe finished organizing the playing cards and asked.

Fursoles shook his head: "The business reputation of the Milicato family is more precious than gold. There is no surveillance here, and there is no eavesdropping equipment either."

"Alright." Ning Zhe didn't feel surprised at all. He knew it was useless to ask, just hoping for a "what if."

"Although there isn't any in the private room, there is surveillance in the corridors and other public areas of the opera house." Fursoles added: "Surveillance shows that except for the waiter asking Diesel if he needed drinks at the very beginning, Diesel stayed inside alone for all the rest of the time, and no second person was present."

"When was the last time he was confirmed to be alive?"

"10 minutes ago, he had just bought 'Alemia' and entrusted his subordinates to send her to the hotel where he lived. He himself returned to viewing box No. 6. The surveillance in the corridor showed he was still alive at that time."

After Fursoles finished speaking, he brought up the surveillance of the corridor and the opera house gate on the screen. Ning Zhe finished watching it in fast-forward, and the situation was indeed as he said.

Not a single mistake in the content, read it all!

"In other words, Diesel died only after sending away that girl and returning to viewing box No. 6, and he was the only one here when the incident happened, with no second person. No one or machine witnessed anyone else entering the viewing box before or after the deceased."

"That's right." Fursoles nodded.

"Alright..." Ning Zhe had already begun to retreat in his heart. Diesel died too strangely, and the clues that could be used were almost non-existent.

Ning Zhe sighed, and the slender, graceful figure swaying faintly appeared silently in the center of the room, wearing a wedding dress as red as blood, holding an almanac as withered as dead leaves, and using slender, white fingers to flip a page of paper upward.

【First day of the eighth lunar month】

【Suitable: Sacrificing, praying for blessings, consecrating, lifting, lighting fire】

【Taboo: Burial, funeral, logging, planting, acupuncture】

Today's luck is neither good nor bad, with suitable and taboo being half and half.

Ning Zhe was thinking about how to trigger today's "suitable" without anyone noticing, when suddenly a cry of surprise came from outside the door. The two looked in the direction of the sound, only to see two male servants standing on both sides of the curtain looking at each other, and Xia Yubing standing in the middle covering her mouth, her face pale.

"One person is missing." Ning Zhe ran out of the door without saying a word. In the corridor where 4 people were originally waiting, now only Xia Yubing and two male servants remained, totaling 3 people.

"Where is Diesel's driver? He's missing."

(End of this chapter)