Chapter 312

After the ghost entered the opera house, Ning Zhe made many assumptions about its rules based on the information collected. For example, the ghost only chooses one person at a time, for example, the person chosen by the ghost will die.

But now, these assumptions seem to have been overturned one by one. He Nianjun, who was chosen by the ghost, didn't die, and the ghost doesn't only choose one person at a time. In the audience seats, there was panic, and people looked at the 5 suddenly empty seats, falling into terror of the unknown one after another.

Fursoles looked up in the direction of viewing box No. 5 and cast a look of help at Ning Zhe. But Ning Zhe at this moment was as confused as he was.

What happened? What exactly is going on? Why did 5 people disappear at once this time, instead of just one at a time like before? Before Ning Zhe could think much, the panic spreading in the audience seats quickly developed toward a trend of chaos, and many female staff members screamed in terror.

In the chaos, a middle-aged man in well-tailored clothes stood up abruptly and angrily questioned Fursoles: "What exactly happened here? I need a reasonable explanation!"

There was a bit of fear hidden in his angry eyes, and it was obvious that he already had a guess in his heart that he was most unwilling to admit. And seeing Fursoles' dodging eyes, he had to admit this guess.

It seems like it's haunted here.

"I must leave here immediately!" The middle-aged man roared angrily: "Clear a path for me!"

Although Fursoles was also uneasy in his heart, he had to force himself to calm down at this moment and said with a companionable smile: "Sir, you know, what happened here is not an ordinary 'incident.' In order not to let the situation expand, we must seal the scene... I hope you can understand."

"That's a matter you need to worry about. I don't care about these. I must leave immediately, right now." The middle-aged man's attitude was tough, without the slightest intention of compromise. As a European noble who understands strange events, he knows very well how dangerous a haunted opera house is.

Without waiting for Fursoles to explain more, the middle-aged man fished out a sidearm from his bosom and strode away from the audience seats with his butler, running straight toward the direction of the main entrance.

Fursoles didn't stop him upon seeing this, nor was there any need to stop him, because he had already drawn a circle on the ground to trap the place here with his own hands.

The decency on the surface had been torn apart. The departure of the middle-aged man made other distinguished guests no longer hesitate. They took their confidants and left the audience seats decisively, running in all directions toward different exits without even saying a word of greeting.

"What should we do now?" Xia Yubing tugged at Ning Zhe's sleeve and asked softly.

"We're going downstairs." Ning Zhe left viewing box No. 5 and went downstairs to the first floor with Xia Yubing.

The distinguished guests who participated in the gift auction had all left, leaving only Fursoles and several confidants trying their best to appease the opera house staff to stay in place.

Perhaps because the opera house's salary was high enough to make the boss, Fursoles, have quite a bit of prestige in front of his subordinates, the chaotic crowd gradually quieted down and sat back in their original seats honestly, making those empty seats look very conspicuous.

"Hmm? What's going on?" Fursoles was a bit surprised. Today's staff seemed to be unprecedentedly obedient.

Ning Zhe didn't express anything about this, just silently watching the crowd that had quieted down being appeased by Fursoles to sit back in their original seats.

The 5 people who disappeared just now were in the same row, three women and two men, respectively two male waiters, two makeup artists responsible for changing clothes for the gift girls, and one "gift girl" who hadn't been taken away by a client yet.

Fursoles' face didn't look good. Excluding the distinguished guests who left just now and the 5 who disappeared, there were nearly a hundred staff members left on the scene. They all witnessed the strange disappearance of those 5 people just now and personally experienced the strange event happening before their eyes.

Everyone who understands the strange world knows what this means.

—The first law of strange events: the more people who know about the existence of the strange, the greater the probability of strange events appearing. And now, everyone under the dance floor has witnessed the occurrence of the strange event, and the situation is not optimistic.

"What should we do now." Fursoles asked: "Do you have any clues? Fan?"

Ning Zhe shook his head: "None at all."

This sentence is a lie.

He could actually try to use life-buying money to resurrect the people killed by the ghost to ask the deceased for information, just like resurrecting driver Bayer just now. But Ning Zhe at this moment couldn't do these things in front of Fursoles, because the previous owner of Wealth Wu Tong, Ji Bochang, and the current owner, Lan Shiwen, were both Kyushu people.

Life-buying money is a rare grid-granting prop that is absolutely monopolized in all places in the world except Kyushu. Looking at the entire European United States, except for the Flim Mistret family that Ji Bochang's younger brother, Ji Boying, defected to, no family dares to say they have spare money.

Fan Dai Ke cannot take out extra life-buying money.

Ning Zhe could take it out, but he wasn't sure if he should do so now—it wasn't just because he was worried that other Europeans would be suspicious of Fan Dai Ke's identity, but also because of the previous doubt: the Saint-Golia Opera House had clearly been drawn a circle on the ground by the ink fountain's rules, but Wealth Wu Tong's life-buying rule could take effect normally here.

How did the God of Wealth get in? Is Lan Shiwen also here?

Fursoles assigned several trusted employees to go find the guests who had run away just now, while Ning Zhe stepped into the audience seats and arrived in front of those 5 empty seats.

Red carpets were laid in the aisles, dividing the semicircular audience seats centered on the dance floor into several fan-shaped areas of different sizes. Fursoles gathered everyone to sit in this largest area. In the situation where everyone was close to each other, the audience seats suddenly became empty in one block, just like a piece of cotton-linen patch suddenly appearing on a silk robe. It was really conspicuous, and it was hard not to notice it.

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

By asking the staff sitting in nearby seats, Ning Zhe learned the names of the few who disappeared:

Two male waiters: George, Paul.

Two female makeup artists: Anna, Mary.

And a Persian girl with wheat-colored skin and violet eyes, wearing a white lace nightgown, with black hair. That was Fan Dai Ke's goddaughter, the last "gift girl" who appeared as the grand finale and was bought by Ning Zhe:

Elan Shalishali Anwarner

Shalishali disappeared together with two male waiters and two makeup artists in full view of everyone. The camera above the dance floor recorded this eerie scene.

Their disappearance was without warning, and there was no pre-swing, just like being swallowed into the stomach by an invisible monster, disappearing instantly, and no traces could be found. Just like Bayer who disappeared before.

There is no doubt that they were all chosen by the ghost.

But why were 5 people chosen at the same time this time? What was different about what happened just now compared to before?

With a thud, a soft body fell onto the soft armrest, causing a burst of exclamation. The wavy black curly hair scattered, and the wheat-colored pale golden skin was covered in blood. It was Shalishali who had disappeared before.

Looking down, a hideous blood hole had exploded on the left temple of the girl, and brain matter mixed with plasma dripped down and soaked the carpet.

Ning Zhe didn't care about the chaos in the audience seats. He held the girl's broken head with one hand and lifted it up, only to see that the skin around Shalishali's ears had large traces of being burned by gunpowder. It was obvious that she had been shot in the head at close range by a firearm and died.

"What... happened?"

How could she be shot to death by a gun?

(End of this chapter)