Chapter 347

September 10, 2018, late night 23:22.

The Saint Abilon airship landed on the roof of a building in Vivian Port. The whistling night wind blew the huge bikini poster above the supermarket, and the flag embroidered with the thorn rose family crest of the Dai Ke family fluttered in the night sky with it.

Ning Zhe leaned against the wall and reached into his pocket, touching the rubber band Xia Yubing had used, which had an ice-blue butterfly on it.

Gathering his hair blown by the wind with both hands, Ning Zhe tied his hair with Xia Yubing's rubber band while saying to Lan Shiwen, who had just come up from downstairs: "A day without seeing is like three autumns, little Lan. I guess you have something to say to me."

"Didn't catch Fen Wu, he ran away." Lan Shiwen didn't even look at him, walking straight to the entrance of the airship.

"It would be a ghost if you could catch him." Ning Zhe didn't care.

After tying his hair, Ning Zhe's body faded and dissipated under the night sky, turning into a beautiful ice-blue butterfly, flapping its wings and stopping on Lan Shiwen's shoulder.

Lan Shiwen glanced sideways. This was a tropical butterfly called the Blue Morpho, mainly inhabiting the forests of South America. It was not distributed in either Asia, the land of sunrise, or Europe, the land of sunset, and could only be seen in the ecological park.

"Can't you turn into a bird? It's windy on the roof, aren't you afraid of breaking your wings?" Lan Shiwen said.

"Do you want me to get you a cage to take me downstairs for a walk?" Ning Zhe pretended not to hear the temptation in his words.

Lan Shiwen shook his head and stopped talking, walked into the cabin door with the butterfly on his shoulder, and walked straight through the empty interior of the airship, which had been cleared in advance.

The only room with people in the airship was filled with a depressing atmosphere. The people gathered here frowned and looked at the corpse covered with a white cloth on the floor, their expressions becoming stiff.

Although they couldn't see the face, they could recognize through the clothing and body features that this corpse on the floor was exactly the young master of the Milikato family, a vassal of the Dai Ke family: Forsolus Milikato.

He actually died.

Xia Yubing leaned on the back of the sofa and scanned the surroundings, her eyes sweeping over everyone's faces one by one:

Liu Hongwen, the last surviving person of the Liu family in Yunzhou.

Shen Changjiang, Vice President of the Yanzhou Merchants Association.

Ji Boying, the younger brother of the former 'God of Wealth' Ji Bochang.

... These people were all persecuted in Kyushu and fled abroad, receiving the protection of European nobles. Xia Yubing's own public identity was also like this, so standing among them did not seem incongruous. Even because she was personally invited here by Marquis Van Dai Ke, her status was slightly higher than others.

Although no matter how high it was, it was not higher than the local lords of Europe.

"Ms. Mei Lin, this, this is exactly..." Shen Changjiang's face was very ugly, and he looked at the tall woman sitting on the sofa with fearful eyes urgently.

"Obviously, Forsolus is dead." Mei Lin lowered her head and rubbed her nails, and said indifferently: "You are not here to ask questions, you have to answer questions."

Betang on the side nodded upon hearing this and continued: "Don't forget the purpose of the representatives sent by our several big families to this Vivian Port." Liu Hongwen and Shen Changjiang looked at each other, and both saw the horror in each other's hearts, but they said in unison:

"—Hunt Lan Shiwen."

"Not bad." Betang nodded and continued: "Dai Ke, Fulimmisslet, the Golden Clan, and the 'Astarti' I represent. The reason why our four big families gathered here is to hunt down the Ascender from Yunzhou named 'Lan Shiwen'."

"Admittedly, the expected return of hunting Lan Shiwen is unimaginably huge, but huge opportunities are also accompanied by huge dangers. Lan Shiwen possesses the terrifying ability of 'predicting the future'. Therefore, before the official action, we need to communicate with each other and make all preparations as much as possible."

Facing a monster that can know the future, hunters can't be too careful. The four big families joining forces to calculate one person is already considered very civilized, at least they didn't drag the entire European Union together.

"However, earlier today, the representatives of the four big families had just arrived in Vivian Port. We hadn't officially met each other yet, and the accident happened."

Mei Lin pondered for a moment and continued:

"First of all, the Golden Clan. The representative they sent disappeared and lost contact after entering Vivian Port, and never returned to his residence. Almost at the same time—'Xi Zhao' went out of control."

"Then there was Forsolus. He was participating in a... uh, auction in the opera house with Mr. Dai Ke and Ms. Xia at that time. Taking advantage of the loss of control of 'Xi Zhao', an extremely fierce evil ghost came to Vivian Port, killed several people in the supermarket, and then wandered into the opera house."

Betang crossed his fingers, supported his chin, and continued:

"It is worth mentioning that according to our investigation afterwards, the movement trajectory of that evil ghost was not unconscious wandering, but purposefully moving towards the direction of the opera house, as if there was some invisible force in the dark guiding it to a specific target."

Who was in the opera house at that time?

Liu Hongwen took a deep breath and cast his gaze on the cold corpse lying on the ground. That was Forsolus's corpse, and the one who stayed in the opera house with Forsolus at that time...

"Why isn't Mr. Dai Ke here? Could it be that he has also..." Shen Changjiang's face was pale.

"That's not the case. Mr. Dai Ke is currently investigating the missing case of the Golden Clan's representative. Thanks to his timely use of the 'Ink Pot' to seal that evil ghost in the opera house, the impact of this eerie event did not further expand."

Betang shook his head: "And this is exactly what I want to say next—after sealing the eerie event and leaving that opera house, Forsolus committed suicide by shooting himself on the windowsill of a hotel."

"This..." Liu Hongwen was stunned: "Actually suicide?"

"There are many doubts if you want to find them, but it is indeed suicide." Seeing that he couldn't ask anything from Liu Hongwen and Shen Changjiang, Mei Lin looked sideways at Ji Boying, who was sitting across the table, drinking tea silently.

Ji Boying looked very much like Ji Bochang. The difference was that Ji Bochang's body was thin, while Ji Boying was slightly fatter, his face was more ruddy, and there was no pitch-black lightning-struck wood tattoo on his chest.

"Mr. Ji, what is your opinion on this accident?" Betang stared at Ji Boying's wrinkled old face, and the implication was very simple:

——Our four big families gathered here because of you. If it weren't for your claim that you had a handle on Lan Shiwen, this gathering that failed before it started would not have been held in the first place.

Now that something happened in Vivian Port, they need an explanation.

(End of chapter)