Chapter 316 The Missing God of Wealth

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Six loud gunshots made Ning Zhe stop in his tracks. He looked back and saw that the corridor behind him was empty. Only the crystal chandelier hanging above his head was still emitting a cold white light.

"What a coincidence." Ning Zhe whispered to himself. It wasn't long after he left that something happened to Xia Yubing. This was too much of a coincidence.

However, Ning Zhe did not let the gunshot distract him. He was only surprised for a moment and then continued to walk forward. If Xia Yubing could not handle this matter well, he might as well die.

Walking through the corridor, the crisp sound of leather shoes hitting the floor became sharp and clear. The flat heels on Ning Zhe's feet became thinner and longer, and the suit on his body turned into a crimson waisted dress. His long hair was tied behind his head like a dark cloud.

Ning Zhe casually pushed a few strands of hair behind his ears and closed his eyes. Images of people running around the theater like headless flies, either panicked or bewildered, appeared in his mind. They were the theater employees who had been gathered in the audience seats and were frightened by the sudden appearance of the corpse and fled in all directions.

This is the rule of "Special Allowance". As long as there is a shadow, you cannot escape his pursuit.

Ning Zhe now switched to Feng Yusu's identity and used the perception rule of "Special Allowance" to find the shadow, which was Fusolus who had been scared away by the God of Wealth before.

The escape of Fusolus made Ning Zhe realize one thing, that is, when he borrowed the ink fountain to draw a circle around the opera house as a prison, he should not have sealed it off completely, but secretly left a small opening.

The evidence is that the electricity in the opera house is still supplied normally. The lights from the corridors to the dance floor are still on, and the monitoring system is operating normally. Although this can also be explained by the opera house having a backup generator, judging from Fusolus's decisive performance and expression when he escaped before, the truth is probably not so.

Based on Van Dyke's understanding of his good friend, Fusolus's demeanor when he escaped just now showed that he was not running away in a panic, but was decisively withdrawing after making countermeasures.

Put yourself in his shoes. If I were Fusolus and I knew that the God of Wealth had targeted me, what would I do?
"If it were me, I would not have completely sealed off the opera house, but would have secretly left a small opening for my own escape."

"I would not honestly return the borrowed ink fountain to Van Dyck, but would secretly take a few drops of ink and hide them on my body in case of emergency."

"And now I know that I have been targeted by the God of Wealth, so in order to save my life I should..."

"——I will leave the theater through the small hole I left before, and then seal the hole with a few drops of ink I had secretly prepared, and lock the God of Wealth inside." Only in this way can I ensure my own safety.

We have to find Fusolus quickly.

Thinking of this, Ning Zhe could not help but quicken his pace. Shadows have no facial features, so it is impossible to accurately identify who is who. One can only roughly judge the gender, height, and body shape of the shadow owner through body contours and other features. Fusolus is of average build and does not wear fancy clothes. His shadow cannot be recognized at all among a group of male employees.

"However, I waited until everyone in the audience was scared away by the sudden appearance of the corpse before throwing out the copper coin to attract the God of Wealth. Therefore, not many people met the God of Wealth at that time. There were only a few people, and Fusolus was the closest one among them."

"That is to say, after the God of Wealth takes Xia Yubing's money and leaves, the first person he will go to is Fusolus."

The shadow of Fusolus is not easy to find, but the God of Wealth is different. Among a group of normal people with good arms and legs, a headless person suddenly appears, and he is very recognizable.

Ning Zhe walked quickly in the corridor with purple silk curtains, and there was no shadow under her crimson purple dress. The range of shadow capture by the special device simulated by Taiyi was far less than that of the real ghost held by Feng Yushu, but it was still enough to cover the entire opera house.

Even though he was not standing in the center of the dance floor, Ning Zhe's perception still encompassed most of the area of the St. Gloria Opera House.

However, as Ning Zhe walked along, he only saw men and women coming and going, and a variety of voices passed by his ears. No matter how hard he searched, he could not find the shadow of the God of Wealth.

The God of Wealth disappeared.

"Am I late? Has the God of Wealth already left the opera house with Fusolus?" "Or..."

……No way?

A somewhat absurd possibility emerged in his mind. Ning Zhe stopped, reached his hand between a pair of plump fruits in front of his chest, and took out a fragrant copper coin.

Ding--

It was the sound of coins falling to the ground.

"Please ask the God of Wealth to appear." Ning Zhe said softly.

The life-saving money, which was round inside and square outside, bounced twice on the waxed red pine floor with a clang, and finally fell into the corner.

The God of Wealth did not show up.

"I...fuck."

Not long ago, the thunderous sound of gunfire in the theater hall had just died down.

Xia Yubing held the smoking revolver in his right hand and his slightly trembling wrist in his left hand; his whole arm felt numb.

Revolvers are good in every way, except that they cannot be equipped with a silencer and their shooting accuracy is slightly poor. As luck would have it, Xia Yubing was a complete novice who had never properly touched a gun, and she fired continuously in a hurry. Fortunately, she was strong and powerful, so she was able to hold on until all six bullets were fired without the gun in her hand being blown away.

I have to say that Xia Yubing is very talented in shooting, as he hit the target three times out of six shots.

One shot in the chest, one in the stomach, and one in the thigh.

Ix, who was hit by three bullets, fell to the ground, holding his blood-stained right thigh. Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and his face was as pale as paper, but there was no sign of him dying on the spot.

The follower at the side had also reacted by now and pulled out a gun from his arms. He stood vigilantly in front of his master, pointing the gun at Xia Yubing and Sally Sally who was frightened by the gunshot.

"Ah, this..." Xia Yubing was stunned. He glanced at the gunshot wounds on Ix's chest and abdomen, but did not see any blood oozing out. So the answer was obvious.

"Wearing a bulletproof vest to enter a theater, is this person Lincoln?"

"Kill her!" Ix roared.

The male follower was about to pull the trigger when he heard this, but at the same time, a muffled bang suddenly came from the audience seats next to him. Several people turned their heads at the same time, and saw a brand new corpse covered in blood suddenly appeared in the audience seats.

This was the corpse of a young woman wearing a beige dress. Her facial features had been smashed by bullets and could not be identified, but Sally Sally still recognized her identity based on her clothes.

"Miss Mary?!"

(End of this chapter)

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