Chapter 330

Ning Zhe placed his hand on his chest, and the warm touch filled his palm, heavy.

*Thump-thump, thump-thump*—the slightly rapid heartbeat and pulse were transmitted to his palm through his clothes and chest. It was on the right side of his chest. Ning Zhe put down his hand, and the answer was in his heart: "My heart is now on the right side of my chest."

What's going on?

Before Ning Zhe could think much, with a *bang*, a sudden change occurred.

The originally closed door suddenly opened, and a pitch-black shadow suddenly appeared in Te Rang's originally empty perception range, like a star suddenly lighting up in the boundless dark night, so eye-catching, instantly attracting all his attention.

Ning Zhe subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. A tall and thin man like a hemp stalk stood directly at the door. Pale skin was exposed between the tattered clothes, covered with corpse spots, and his whole body emitted a suffocating rotten stench, with a hint of chill, like a corpse crawling out of a freezer.

"Gambler." Ning Zhe's gaze swept across the corpse and quickly scanned the corridor behind it. The street lights outside the door were on, and the waxed floor reflected pure white light.

The lights were on in the corridor, but until the moment the Gambler opened the door, Te Rang couldn't detect its shadow. Until the door opened, the Gambler and the Gambler's shadow appeared in Ning Zhe's eyes and Te Rang's perception at the same time.

This way of appearing is simply... Ning Zhe tilted his head slightly, and his peripheral vision fell on the corpse of Sha Li Sha Li lying beside the card table.

A faint smell of corpse drifted into his nostrils. The Gambler walked into the room, bringing a chill. Ning Zhe instinctively took a step back, his lower back spine hitting the edge of the card table, bringing a slight pain.

"Hiss."

Feng Yushu's body was soft and delicate, more afraid of pain than a little girl. Ning Zhe supported his waist with his right hand and frowned slightly in pain, but just in this moment of daze, Ning Zhe's vision suddenly emptied. Looking closely, there was nothing in front of him, only a door left open.

The Gambler disappeared.

"Hmm?" Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment. At this moment, his eyes couldn't see the ghost, and Te Rang couldn't perceive the ghost's shadow. The faint smell of corpse permeating the air disappeared, and there was nothing in front of him, only the door still open, not returning to the state it was in before being pushed open by the Gambler.

The Gambler disappeared suddenly from his eyes just like that, just like it appeared suddenly just now.

At the same time the Gambler's shadow disappeared, two new shadows appeared.

"Outside." Ning Zhe walked out of the room in three steps and arrived at the door, poked his head out and looked out into the corridor, only to see a white man and woman walking cautiously along the wall under the corridor lights. They were the owners of the two new shadows.

The man was wearing a loose Italian-style suit, and a fluffy chestnut curly hair was lazy and artistic. The woman next to him was wearing a khaki riding suit, with a tall and slender figure, and short black hair that was clean and neat. Both of them looked quite nervous, as if they were guarding against something.

"Who!"

The highly vigilant woman raised her gun with both hands, aiming at the head poking out of the door not far away: "Who is there!"

Ning Zhe showed a look of fear at the right time and walked out of the room with his hands raised above his head.

"Is it a woman?" Seeing Feng Yushu's figure and appearance, the white man next to him looked puzzled: "How is it still a Chinese woman..."

—In Europe, basically as long as you have a yellow face, you are defaulted to be Chinese.

The tall woman didn't relax her vigilance because it was a woman in front of her. The muzzle of the gun in her hand continued to aim at Ning Zhe's face, asking: "Who are you, why are you here? The Milicato family's auction never invites Chinese people. How did you get in?!"

Ning Zhe didn't answer. A few looks of fear quietly floated on his face, silently observing the two people in front of him. He didn't recognize the man next to him, but he had an impression of the woman holding the gun. To be precise, Ning Zhe had met this woman not long ago, when he was in Vanessa Fortress dominated by the 'chessboard', in the identity of police officer Banuto.

"This woman seems to be the female housekeeper who followed Pulu Meiliya before... seems to be called Miss Mei Lin? Why is she here? Where is her young lady?" Ning Zhe was a bit puzzled.

"Uh... ma'am, may I ask what you are doing here?" The curly-haired man next to Miss Mei Lin frowned and asked again.

Ning Zhe still didn't answer, just silently looked sideways at the watch on his left wrist. 10 seconds had passed, and the two people in front of him hadn't disappeared, but on the card table in the room behind him, the corpses of Sha Li Sha Li and others disappeared again.

Peripheral vision swept across the empty room. Ning Zhe's red lips opened slightly, and two strings of crystal tears fell down, begging in a low voice: "Please, don't shoot, please..."

Stronger than the lethality of tears are the tears of a woman, especially the tears of a beauty, which is even more so for a young man full of blood. The curly-haired man's expression softened visibly, and he turned his head to Miss Mei Lin and said: "This lady looks very nervous, we have to let her calm down before we can ask questions, right?"

Miss Mei Lin looked at the curly-haired man and nodded, lowering the muzzle, but her index finger was still on the trigger.

Only then did the nervous look on Ning Zhe's face ease, and the eyes were full of water, casting a grateful look at the curly-haired man.

"Don't be nervous, ma'am, Miss Mei Lin is just a bit nervous. This place is a bit dangerous." The curly-haired man smiled, his tone gentle: "My name is Bedan, Bedan Silk Astarti. May I ask your name? What are you doing here?"

Miss Mei Lin's expression was still serious, obviously having no good impression of this crying Chinese woman in front of her. Ning Zhe wiped away the small pearls from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand and muttered: "I... I'm here to find my husband.

The private detective I hired said he saw his car parked in the opera house's parking lot, but the theater was clearly closed today. There were no plays to watch, so why did he come to the opera house? I came here, wanting to find him and ask clearly, but who knew, as soon as I came in, such a thing happened in the theater..."

As he spoke, Ning Zhe's tone choked up, looking like he had suffered a great grievance.

The curly-haired man Bedan and Miss Mei Lin looked at each other, both a bit disappointed.

A Chinese woman suddenly appeared in the Saint-Golia Opera House, which never received foreigners. They thought they had found some incredible clue, but it turned out to be just a noblewoman who came to catch her husband cheating.

"This lady's husband is probably here to attend the Milicato family's 'gift' auction." Bedan said: "She is just a victim who unfortunately got involved in a strange event. Miss Mei Lin, you are too nervous."

Miss Mei Lin was about to reply, but before she could make a sound, her pink, moist lips, which were just slightly open, turned into an 'o' shape in horror.

Bedan's face changed, and he turned his head abruptly. A tall and thin corpse, tattered and covered in pale corpse spots, moved slowly out of the room door step by step.

(End of chapter)