Chapter 339 Self-knowledge
Chapter 339 Self-knowledge
"Too spooky?"
Ning Zhe raised his head and glanced over the handrails of the stands to the empty auditorium below.
Lan Shiwen, Lan Shiwen, how many times have you 'come back' now?
Ning Zhe was somewhat glad that he had tied Lan Shiwen to the chariot in time, but it was a pity that he had not opened Yan Yukuan's head to check it in Chenyugu Prison. Otherwise, he would have discovered the existence of the 'Taisung Worm' at that time...
There is nothing that can be done about it. Who could have thought that we would have to cut open the corpse to find the clues hidden in the cranial cavity?
Xiaolan probably lost her life for this many times.
A grayish color flashed through Ning Zhe's mind, and he remembered the cemetery outside Gubei Town. When he dug up the grave of the security guard named Tian Chengyun, the urn under the stone slab was empty.
Ning Zhe originally thought that this was just a backup plan made by someone to prevent Tian Chengyun from being resurrected by the Upgraded Person who was investigating the matter. Now it seems that the reason behind it is much deeper than he thought.
In just a few seconds, Ning Zhe thought of many things, as if there was an invisible thread winding and connecting a series of unrelated events.
Suddenly a crisp sound came from the room behind the curtain, interrupting Ning Zhe's thoughts.
There are new losers emerging.
Ning Zhe closed the notebook and put it in his arms. Without writing a reply to Xia Yubing, he directly lifted the curtain and looked inside. He saw a man gritting his teeth and cursing "shit" in a low voice. The outer wall of the wine glass in front of him was flowing with golden liquid droplets, like a few snails crawling on a tree trunk.
As expected, under the joint attack of Pétain and Mlyn, he was the first loser.
There are only 4 players on the field, and 2 of them are targeting you. How can you possibly end up well?
Ning Zhe walked slowly into the room, the silk curtain fell behind him. The withered straw man who was his substitute was still lying quietly in the middle of the gambling table. Across the table, the gambler had stretched out his pale hand covered with corpse spots.
The atmosphere at the gambling table became tense, and everyone's eyes were focused on the man who "accidentally" entered the casino, waiting to see what kind of bet he would make.
"Here, this is for you...can I?"
The man carefully took off his watch and placed it on the table, pushing it towards the gambler. His forced smile showed a hint of expectation and flattery, as if he was begging the gambler for mercy.
Meilin frowned when she saw this: "What's going on?"
That watch is a granting item? Is it a granting item of the same value as the substitute straw man of the Flimmisret family? It doesn't seem like it.
Obviously, the gambler doesn't think so either.
The thin and long palm was still suspended above the gambling table, shaking up and down in the direction of the man, with a hint of urging.
"Don't play dumb any more," said Pétain. "If you can't come up with a bet of equal value, the gambler won't give up. Gambling requires fairness, you can't be unaware of that, right?"
The man opened his mouth, looked at the straw man on the table and the mechanical watch inlaid with emeralds in his hand, and said in disbelief: "This is impossible? It doesn't make sense? You mean, the value of my watch is not as good as a simple scarecrow in the eyes of the devil?"
Meilin glanced at his watch and said calmly, "It's a limited edition Aurora series mechanical watch from the luxury brand Goldmarie, inlaid with emeralds. There are only 512 of them in the world, and they have been out of stock for a long time. From the perspective of conventional luxury goods, it is indeed very valuable... But that straw man is not a conventional luxury item. It is not something that can be bought with money."
"The only thing that is worthy of being put on the same table as it is life." Petain pointed his index finger at his temple: "Human life."
In the face of life, the so-called luxury goods, the precious mechanical watches limited to 512 pieces worldwide, are nothing more than a piece of ordinary metal that has been carved.
"How could this be..." Listening to the two people's narration, a look called despair emerged on the man's face. He gritted his teeth, full of disbelief: "It's just a broken straw man. You say it's as precious as life? Are you kidding me?" In fact, it is more precious than life... At least that's the case in the gambler's value judgment system.
Neither Maryline nor Pétain spoke again, and the room fell silent again. Only the man's mutterings of not being able to believe the reality could be heard faintly. On the gambling table, the gambler's hand shook again, urging him to hand over the bet quickly so that he could continue the gambling game.
"Interesting." Ning Zhe sat back in his seat and observed the slightly dazed expression on the man's face with interest. It was obvious that he was greatly shocked by what he had just said.
However, even so, Ning Zhe still couldn't see any trace of acting on his face. Every muscle twitching and every drop of cold sweat falling was so natural, without any falsehood.
Maybe he really wasn't acting.
"This guy is probably really just a mortal who knows nothing."
Ning Zhe came to a conclusion in his mind: "Like Yan Yukuan in Chenyugu Prison, this person is probably a tool whose memory was deleted by Fenwu. He came to the theater with some purpose, and like Yan Yukuan, he didn't know that his memory had been modified."
This man really doesn't know what an ascender, or a prop for granting power, or some weird supernatural thing is. He doesn't have those messy things in his memory. He is just an ordinary person with some money who knows nothing. All his performances so far have been true and there is no need for acting.
"But Fenwu must have had his reasons for putting him here."
While Ning Zhe was thinking, the gambler's hand shook again, and he was already a little impatient.
The man turned pale when he saw this. He took off the ring on his hand with trembling hands, took out his wallet from his arms, and spread all the cash and bank cards on the table. His face was desperate but with a hint of illusory expectation. He pushed all these things to the center of the gambling table:
"These are for you, all of these are for you, everything I have is for you, all the valuables are here, let me go, let me go..."
The gambler turned a deaf ear to him and just stood up silently. His tall frame cast a huge shadow under the light.
"No, no, please, don't..."
Ning Zhe supported his chin with one hand, looking thoughtfully at the man who had already fallen into a mental breakdown, and suddenly thought to himself:
"According to Lan Shiwen's statement, the gambler's appearance in the opera house was not a random weird incident, but was guided by someone. The person who guided this incident was most likely Fen Wu."
"If it was Fen Wu, then everything that has happened so far was directed at me. To be more precise, it was directed at Zhao You. Fen Wu is very unlucky. He needs Zhao You's rule of seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster to make up for his shortcomings."
And Zhao had already been lost to the gambler.
"That is to say, Fen Wu's goal has been initially achieved. He successfully used the power of the gambler to separate Zhao You from me. The next step should be to find a way to transfer Zhao You from the gambler to himself."
How to transfer? —Bet.
"As long as you play a gambling game with the gambler and win, you can win back the summon. If you want the gambler to take out a ghost as a bet, you need to have a bet of the same value."
That is to say...
Ning Zhe's eyes as he looked at the man gradually became ambiguous.
This man, this 'mortal' who was brainwashed by Fenwu without knowing it, was carrying at least one [real ghost] at this moment.
(End of this chapter)