Chapter 335 Pulling the skin of a tiger

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In the room, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the only sound was the golden wine dripping down the edge of the table.

Marylin poured the gin and coins in her glass onto the table, and the gambler immediately refilled the empty glass, without missing a cent.

She pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom and gently wiped the water stains on the copper coin, her eyes sweeping across Ning Zhe's face calmly.

"I heard the sound of the Requiem." Meilin said suddenly.

"So?" Ning Zhe looked at her with a smile, and cooperated with her by showing his doubts.

"Requiem... that's something that people from Kyushu have." Petain understood what he meant and continued, "The ghost that played the Requiem is imprisoned somewhere in Kyushu. Only a very small number of people can enter there regularly and use special recording equipment to record those songs and make them into a one-time licensed prop called a music box."

"The ascenders in Jiuzhou are extremely xenophobic. Aside from a few persecuted children of noble families who fled to Europe with their remaining family inheritance, we have almost no channels to obtain the unique items for the ascenders in Jiuzhou, not to mention how to obtain relevant information about the strange events that happened there."

"And yet earlier today, the sound of a Requiem was heard in this very opera house."

Meilin picked up a copper coin. There were four Chinese characters printed on the front and back of the rusty coin:
The front side says: All the best.
On the back is: Peace and Joy
"Perhaps I should express my gratitude to my friend from China. No matter what the reason was, the Requiem she played calmed the evil spirit wandering in the theater for a long time, buying us precious time to find out its identity. Diving into an unknown area shrouded in strange events without enough information is playing with your own life."

Meilin said, looking meaningfully at Ning Zhe across the table: "You like to say that a gentleman is judged by deeds rather than by his heart, right?"

Ning Zhe caught the meaning of her words - she and Petain had channels to find out the identity of the gambler, and they understood its rules to a certain extent. But he didn't know to what extent this so-called understanding was.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Meilin assumed that Ning Zhe had tacitly acknowledged that the Kyushu Ascendant who played the Requiem in the opera house was herself.

Meilin slowly breathed a sigh of relief. She had a good mental state and was able to remain calm in this situation. At this time, the gambler had raised his hand and pointed at the new player who had just joined the game.

"Put a copper coin in the cup and be careful not to spill the wine," Pétain warned, "or you will die."

The man opened his eyes wide and was about to say something, but when he looked up, he saw the gambler's pale face, and all his emotions suddenly died down.

Meilin didn't even look at the man. She stared at Ning Zhe with her eyes fixed on him. She continued, "What a coincidence. Not only in the opera house, but earlier, I also heard the sound of the Requiem in another place."

Petain frowned: "You are talking about..."

"The place where the Requiem was last played was called Vanessa Castle."

Meilin's voice was calm but with a hint of nervousness. She said softly, "I was with Miss Mislett at the time. We met at least one Grantee there, or even an Ascendant. He took away the ghost that was once imprisoned in the basement of Vanessa Castle, and more than 10 police officers died there."

Pétain was silent for a moment, raised his head and glanced at the man across the table who was carefully putting copper coins into the wine glass. He was already dead.

"As far as I know, even in Kyushu, music boxes with Requiem recorded on them are not something that can be found everywhere. Requiem can have a certain degree of inhibitory effect on most strange events, so it is very precious. Only a very small number of people with official backgrounds are qualified to possess it, let alone take it out of the country."

Pétain said calmly, "That is to say, the person who played the Requiem at Fort Vanessa and the San Gloria Opera House is most likely the same person. Even if not, the two people are very likely to know each other, or even belong to the same organization."

So why did this person or this organization come all the way from Kyushu to Europa? "The last time the Requiem sounded, she took away the prisoners in Vanessa Castle."

"What will the Requiem take away this time?"

Meilin's eyes became cunning at this moment. The naked gaze without any concealment made Ning Zhe feel a little uneasy. She turned up her collar, revealing the miniature microphone hidden in her collar: "You want to take the gambler away?"

Okay, so that's what happened.

Ning Zhe understood what she meant.

He, a Chinese, took the unique music box of Kyushu and went to the ancestral tomb of a noble in old Europe with a double-headed eagle flag and started digging. He dug out the bones of the ancestors and packed them up and took them away along with the ghosts attached to them. Then he went to the opera house in Vivian Port to play songs for people. It was obvious that he was betting on ghosts.

It’s not enough to rob one ghost, but they want to rob a second one. Are the upgraders in Kyushu so unsportsmanlike?
Who would be a good person who would risk his life to cause trouble in other people's homes instead of doing his job? They would never believe that there is no force behind this.

"Can I assume that you are here to start a war?" said Marylin.

"You are the ones who started the war. We are just fighting back."

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

“The Nazis entered the war with the naive illusion that they were the only ones who could bomb others, and others could not bomb them.”

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

Pétain's expression changed, and a name suddenly popped up in his mind: "Lan Shiwen..."

Has the matter been revealed?
He came to Vivian Port to attend a highly confidential "secret meeting".

The people of Flimmisret's family received help from a Kyushu man named Ji Boying, who had some information that was extremely unfavorable to Lan Shiwen. If he could use it well, he might be able to kill Lan Shiwen of Yunzhou and take his rules of "predicting the future".

The rules of predicting the future are certainly tempting, but this matter is of great importance. Lan Shiwen is deeply involved with the Jiuzhou government, and his methods are extremely unpredictable. Even the Frimmisret family is not completely sure that they can hunt him down safely. For this reason, they specially invited several families to send representatives to Vivian Port to participate in a secret meeting, which is not only to discuss plans, but also to share risks.

Pétain's family was one of the invitees to this secret meeting.

"The news of the secret meeting was leaked?" Meilin's eyes widened slightly, a little surprised: "Is there a traitor among us? Or an undercover? 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 an undercover among them..."

Seeing the surprised looks on Pétain and Maryline's faces, Ning Zhe felt that he might have fooled them.

Ding--

A copper coin fell into the cup. The man across the table let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and looked at the other three people at the table with a puzzled look.

It was his turn to designate the next coin-taker.

(End of this chapter)

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