Chapter 324

Second floor of the Saint-Golia Opera House.

The chaotic human voices grew more and more distant behind him. A ray of bright, warm light shone in through the gap in the curtains. To Banning, the ordinary sunlight looked so beautiful at this moment.

"It's the exit!" Banning shouted, his footsteps accelerating due to excitement. He sprinted at a hundred-meter dash speed past one dark window after another in the corridor, arriving at the only windowsill where sunlight was shining.

"It's the exit."

A flat voice interrupted the boiling ecstasy in Banning's heart. A gentle, womanly voice murmured in Chinese he couldn't understand. A beautiful, fair-skinned noblewoman walked gracefully and dignifiedly to the windowsill, her curvaceous, full body bathed in the warm sunlight. Extending from her feet, however, was a huge, hideous black shadow like a demon.

"This is it." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe reached out and lifted the curtain. Blinding sunlight spilled into this dim corridor. Orange flowers and green leaves came into view; they were marigolds planted on the windowsill. Outside the windowsill, a huge swimsuit billboard stood high on the wall of the Vivian Port shopping mall.

Before he could notice the strange situation at the woman's feet, the long-lost human scenery outside the window made Banning burst into tears of joy. Two lines of hot tears rolled down, and he said tremblingly: "It's the exit, great, it's the exit..."

He had finally found the exit. Wandering in this ghost place until now, he had walked through the front door, side door, back door, and all emergency escape routes of the Saint-Golia Opera House. He had opened the doors full of expectation time and time again, and time and time again, his hope had been shattered by the hard, pitch-black doors behind them.

Every door here was closed, and every window was pitch-black, as if an invisible god had dug up the entire opera house like a plant to be transplanted, put it into a sealed black box, and he, after searching until now, had finally found a crack in this box.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your sentiment, but you've seen the aunt's face." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe smiled and said in European common language: "Take one last look at the sun; you won't have this chance in the future."

With a *thud*, Banning's corpse fell into the corridor.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe lifted the curtain and walked out of the windowsill. A dark purple tight-fitting dress seamlessly switched into a brown-black men's hunting suit. This man named Banning was the third person in the opera house to find the exit. The shadows of the first two lucky survivors who suddenly appeared and disappeared when passing through the windowsill made Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe notice this place—the only gap left by Fersolus when he used an ink marker to draw a prison around the opera house.

"If nothing goes wrong, Fersolus should have already left the opera house... It's been so long and he hasn't sealed this gap yet. Is he waiting for me?"

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe used Van Dyke's hands to support the edge of the windowsill, leaning over to look down at the street below. On the empty road, there were only bright yellow warning lines and roadblocks that had just been set up, and several police cars were parked at the intersection.

Suddenly, as if noticing something, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stood up and retreated, silently hiding in the darkness behind the curtain.

"Tsk."

In a hotel across the street from the opera house, the man standing by the window clicked his tongue, then reached behind his waist and pulled out a pistol.

"Uh, did something happen, Mr. Milicato?" Several police officers sitting not far away were surprised to see this and hurriedly stood up from the sofa.

"Nothing." Fersolus laughed, his left hand reaching into his bosom to take out a pill, swallowing it with red wine, and then using his other hand to shove the barrel of the pistol into his own mouth.

*Bang*—

In the astonished eyes of several police officers, Fersolus's corpse fell heavily. The dripping blood rolled onto the waxed floor like red pearls. After a moment of daze, several people hurriedly surrounded him, carefully lifting Fersolus's corpse. "There's no saving him. It's a suicide by swallowing a gun. The bullet shattered the brain stem directly..."

The pervasive smell of blood made the police officers look at each other. They couldn't figure out why this rich and powerful Mr. Milicato would suddenly commit suicide. But beyond the confusion, what they were more worried about was the subsequent impact of this matter. The opera house had only been closed for a short time, and Mr. Milicato, one of the few survivors, had committed suicide like this. Would anyone believe it was suicide? How were they going to explain it to their superiors?

In the chaotic atmosphere, no one noticed a tit flying silently past the window.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe flapped his wings and flew over the blocked street, landing in an open-air courtyard of a residential building. He returned to human form in a hidden corner, taking out the notebook he used to contact Xia Yubing while organizing the information in his mind.

"This Fersolus really has a problem. He took poison before committing suicide, clearly to prevent me from resurrecting him with life-buying money, in order to hide some information that I cannot know."

"... Is it that Van Dyke cannot know, or that 'Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe' cannot know?"

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe opened the notebook, his thoughts flowing rapidly. The answer to this question was directly related to whether the various events happening in Vivian Port were targeting Van Dyke or him, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe.

Okay, okay, let's sort out the currently known information first.

First of all, who is Fersolus Milicato?

This person is a European noble, the young master of the Milicato family, and Van Dyke's good friend.

"After I stole Van Dyke's identity to leave Kyushu and arrived in Europe, the first person to greet me as soon as I landed was Fersolus. It was also Fersolus who lent me his private jet to go to Vanessa Fortress, and it was also Fersolus who invited me to the Saint-Golia Opera House to attend the auction..."

"So far, every strange event I have encountered after going abroad has had a deep or shallow relationship with this Fersolus."

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"But Fersolus and Van Dyke have known each other for at least 20 years, and they have a deep friendship. When they were exploiting black slaves in Africa, I wasn't even born yet."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe shook his head slightly. He wouldn't have his 18th birthday until next month.

"Could it be that Fersolus saw through my identity? Did he see that I am not the real Van Dyke and frequently plotted against me to investigate the truth of his friend being impersonated? No, that doesn't make sense... He just committed suicide in front of me. He died truly and certainly."

"Could it be the same situation as in the Chengyu Valley Prison? Fen Wu followed my tracks all the way abroad and brainwashed and controlled Fersolus in the same way he brainwashed that prison guard named Yan Yukuan?"

"No, that doesn't make sense either..."

Possibilities flashed through Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's mind one after another, but they were quickly denied by him one by one. The contradictory clues were chaotically intertwined, making it impossible to sort them out.

At this moment, four characters slowly appeared in the notebook in his hand:

【I won the bet】

(End of chapter)