Chapter 334

*Drip-drop*—*drip-drop*—

In the room where one could hear a pin drop, only the golden wine flowed along the edge of the table, *drip-drop*.

Mei Lin poured the golden wine in her cup along with the coins inside onto the table. The emptied cup was immediately refilled by the Gambler, without any difference.

She took out a handkerchief from her bosom, gently wiped the water stains on the copper coins, and her gaze swept across Ning Zhe's face without a trace.

"I heard the sound of the Requiem." Mei Lin suddenly said.

"So?" Ning Zhe looked at her with a smile, showing a look of confusion very cooperatively.

"Requiem... that's something from Kyushu." Bedan, sitting on Ning Zhe's left, understood and continued: "The ghost that played the Requiem is imprisoned in a certain place in Kyushu. Only a very small number of people can enter there regularly, use special recording equipment to record those pieces of music, and make them into granted items called music boxes."

"The ascended people in Kyushu are extremely exclusive. Except for a few persecuted family children who fled to Europe with the remaining family heritage, we almost have no channels to obtain granted items unique to Kyushu's fierce ghosts, let alone how to explore the relevant information about strange events happening locally."

"And earlier today, the sound of the Requiem rang out in this opera house."

Mei Lin pinched a copper coin, and the front and back sides, which were covered with rust, were branded with 4 Chinese characters:

The front is: Everything goes as you wish

The back is: Peace and joy

"I should perhaps express my gratitude to that friend from China. No matter for what reason, the Requiem she played made the fierce ghosts wandering in the theater behave for a long time, winning precious time for us to find out its identity—rushing into the unknown area shrouded in strange events without information is joking with one's own life."

Mei Lin said, looking at Ning Zhe across the table with implication: "You like to say that a gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart, right?"

Ning Zhe captured the meaning in her words—she and Bedan have channels to find out the Gambler's identity, and to a certain extent understand its rules. It's just that I don't know to what extent this so-called understanding is.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Mei Lin took it for granted that Ning Zhe defaulted that the Kyushu ascended person who played the Requiem in the opera house was herself.

Mei Lin breathed a sigh of relief slowly. Her psychological quality was very good, and she could still remain calm in this situation. At this time, the Gambler had raised its hand and pointed at the new player man who had just joined the game.

"Put a copper coin into the cup, be careful not to overflow the wine." Bedan reminded: "Otherwise you will die."

The man opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something, but as soon as he looked up, he saw the Gambler's pale face, and all emotions were instantly extinguished.

Mei Lin didn't even look at the man, staring straight at Ning Zhe with both eyes, and continued: "Coincidentally, not only in the opera house, but earlier, I also heard the sound of the Requiem in another place."

Bedan frowned: "You mean..."

"The last place where the Requiem rang out is called Vanessa Fortress."

Mei Lin's voice was flat but mixed with a trace of imperceptible tension. She said softly: "At that time, I was with Ms. Missreit. We met at least one granted person, or even an ascended person, there. He took away the ghost that was once imprisoned in the basement of Vanessa Fortress, and more than 10 police officers sacrificed their lives there."

Bedan was silent for a moment, raised his head and glanced at the man who was cautiously putting coins into the wine cup across the table. He was already a dead man.

"As far as I know, even in Kyushu, music boxes with the Requiem are by no means things that can be seen everywhere. The Requiem can play a certain degree of suppression on the vast majority of strange events, so it is very precious. Only a very small number of granted people with official backgrounds are qualified to hold it, let alone bring it out of the country."

Bedan said flatly: "In other words, the person who played the Requiem in Vanessa Fortress and Saint-Golia Opera House is very likely the same person. Even if not, these two people are very likely to know each other, or simply belong to the same organization."

So what did this person or this organization come from afar, leaving Kyushu and coming to Europe, for?

"The last time the Requiem rang out, she took away the prisoner in Vanessa Fortress."

"This time the Requiem rang out, what is it going to take away?"

Mei Lin's eyes became cunning at this moment, and the naked gaze without any cover made Ning Zhe feel a bit uneasy in his heart. She turned up her collar, revealing the miniature microphone hidden in the collar: "You want to take away the Gambler?"

Okay, it turns out it's such a thing.

Ning Zhe heard what she meant.

A Chinese person, holding a music box unique to Kyushu, ran to the ancestral grave of a great noble of the old European double-headed eagle flag and dug it up, dug out the ancestor's bones and the ghost attached to it, packed it up and brought it away, and then ran to the opera house in Vivian Port to play music for people. It looks like he is hitting the Gambler's idea.

Robbing one ghost is not enough, and still want to rob the second one? Are the ascended people in Kyushu so unreasonable?

Who is a good person who doesn't do business all day and loves to take risks and run to other people's homes to make trouble. They absolutely don't believe that there is no power supporting this behind the scenes.

"Can I consider that you are here to provoke a war?" Mei Lin said.

"It is you who provoked the war. We are just counterattacking."

Ning Zhe raised his eyebrows and pulled the tiger skin very silkily:

"The Nazis entered the war with a naive fantasy: only they can bomb others, but others cannot bomb them."

"—This is the British evaluation of World War II, and now I give it to you."

Bedan's face changed, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind: "Lan Shiwen..."

Is the matter exposed?

He came to Vivian Port to attend a 'secret meeting' with a very high level of confidentiality.

The people of the Freem Missreit family got the help of a Kyushu person named 'Ji Boying'. He holds some information that is extremely unfavorable to Lan Shiwen. If it can be used well, perhaps he can kill Lan Shiwen in Yunzhou and take away his rule of 'predicting the future'.

The rule of predicting the future is indeed tempting, but the matter is of great importance. Lan Shiwen has a very deep connection with the Kyushu government, and his own means are also extremely unpredictable. Even the Freem Missreit family does not have full confidence that they can hunt him safely. For this reason, they specially invited several families to send representatives to Vivian Port to attend a secret meeting, which is both to discuss the plan and to share the risks.

Bedan's family is one of the invited parties to this secret meeting.

"The news of the secret meeting leaked?" Mei Lin's eyes widened, a bit surprised: "Is there a traitor among us? Or an undercover agent? But... who could it be? There are no more than 20 people who know about this, and they all hold high positions in their respective families. If there really is a traitor or undercover agent among them..."

Seeing the surprised expressions of Bedan and Mei Lin, Ning Zhe felt that he had probably fooled them.

*Ding*—

A copper coin fell into the cup. The man across the table breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the dripping sweat from his face with his sleeve, and looked at the other three people on the table with puzzled eyes.

It was his turn to specify the next coin-putter.

(End of chapter)