Chapter 324 Swallowing a Gun
Chapter 324 Swallowing a Gun
The second floor of the San Gloria Opera House.
The chaotic voices faded away behind him, and a ray of bright warm light shone through the gap in the curtains. The ordinary sunlight seemed so beautiful to Banning at this moment.
"It's the exit!" Banning shouted, his pace quickening with excitement. He ran past the dark windows in the corridor at the speed of a 100-meter sprint and came to the only windowsill with sunlight shining through.
“It’s the exit.”
A plain voice interrupted the boiling ecstasy in Banning's heart. A female voice as gentle as water whispered softly in Chinese that he could not understand. A beautiful fair-skinned lady walked to the window sill with elegant and dignified steps. Her plump body with graceful curves was bathed in the warm sunshine. Extending from under her feet was a huge and hideous black shadow like a demon.
"This is it." Ning Zhe reached out and lifted the curtains. The dazzling sunlight suddenly leaked into the dark corridor, and orange flowers and green leaves came into view. They were marigolds planted on the windowsill. Outside the windowsill, a huge swimsuit billboard stood high on the wall of Vivian Harbor Hypermarket.
There was no time to notice the strange situation under the woman's feet. The long-lost human scene outside the window made Banning burst into tears of joy. Two lines of hot tears kept rolling down his cheeks. He trembled and said, "It's an exit, great, it's an exit..."
Finally he found the exit. After wandering in this hellish place until now, he walked through the main entrance, side door, back door, and all the emergency escape passages of the St. Gloria Opera House. He opened the door again and again with great anticipation, but his hopes were shattered again and again by the hard darkness behind the door.
Every door here was closed and every window was pitch black, as if an invisible god had dug up the entire opera house like a flower to be transplanted and put it into a sealed black box. After searching for so long, he finally found a crack in the box.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but you saw Auntie's face." Ning Zhe smiled and said in Europa Common: "Take one last look at the sun. You won't have this chance again in the future."
With a thud, Banning's body fell in the corridor.
Ning Zhe opened the curtain and walked out of the window sill. She seamlessly changed from a crimson-purple tight dress to a brown-black men's hunting suit. This man named Banning was the third person in the opera house to find the exit. The shadows of the first two lucky people who successfully escaped suddenly appeared and disappeared when they passed through the window sill, which made Ning Zhe notice this place - the only gap left by Fusolus when he used the ink fountain to draw a prison on the ground of the opera house.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Fusolus should have left the opera house... He hasn't sealed this gap for such a long time. Is he waiting for me?"
Ning Zhe supported himself on the edge of the windowsill with Van Dyke's hands and leaned over to look down at the street below. On the empty road there were only bright yellow cordons and roadblocks that had just been erected, and several police cars parked at the intersection.
Suddenly, as if noticing something, Ning Zhe stood up and stepped back, silently disappearing into the darkness behind the curtains.
"Tsk."
In a hotel across the street from the opera house, a man standing by the window groaned, then reached behind his waist and pulled out a pistol.
"Um, what happened, Mr. Milicato?" Several police officers sitting not far away were a little surprised when they saw this and quickly stood up from the sofa.
"Nothing." Fusolus chuckled, took out a pill from his arms with his left hand, put it in his mouth, swallowed it with red wine, and then used his other hand to put the barrel of the pistol into his mouth.
boom--
Under the astonished gaze of several police officers, Fusolus' body fell heavily, and the blood dripped like red pearls on the waxed floor. After a moment of stunned silence, several people immediately surrounded Fusolus in a hurry and carefully lifted up his body. "There is no hope. He committed suicide by swallowing a gun. The bullet directly shattered his brain stem..."
The smell of blood made several police officers look at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't understand why Mr. Milicato, a wealthy and powerful man, would suddenly commit suicide. But in addition to being puzzled, several people were more worried about the subsequent impact of this incident. The opera house had just been closed for a short time, and Mr. Milicato, one of the few survivors, committed suicide. Would anyone believe that it was suicide? How would they explain to their superiors?
In the panic atmosphere, no one noticed that a tit flew silently outside the window.
Ning Zhe flapped his wings and flew over the blocked streets, landing in an open courtyard of a residential building. He regained his human form in a hidden corner, took out the notebook he used to contact Xia Yubing from his arms, and sorted out the information in his mind.
"There is indeed something wrong with this Fusolus. He took poison first and then committed suicide. This was obviously to prevent me from using the money I paid for his life to revive him, and to hide some information that I must not know."
"…Is it that Van Dyke can't know it, or is it that Ningzhe can't know it?"
Ning Zhe opened his notebook, thoughts racing through his mind. The answer to this question was directly related to whether the various events that took place in Vivian Harbor were targeting Van Dyke or him, Ning Zhe.
OK, OK, let's first sort out the information we know so far.
First of all, who is Fussoulus Milicato?
This man is a nobleman from Europa, the young master of the Milicato family, and a good friend of Van Dyke.
"After I stole Van Dyke's identity and left Kyushu and came to Europa, the first person to greet me as soon as I landed was Fusolus. It was also Fusolus who lent me his private plane to go to Vanessa Castle, and it was also Fusolus who invited me to the auction at the Santa Gloria Opera House."
"So far, every strange incident I encountered after going abroad has been related to this Fusolus in some way or another."
"But Fusolus and Van Dyke knew each other at least 20 years ago. They had a deep friendship. I was not even born when they were exploiting black slaves in Africa."
Ning Zhe shook his head slightly. He would not be turning 18 until next month.
"Could it be that Fusolus saw through my identity? He saw that I was not the real Van Dyke, and he repeatedly plotted against me in order to investigate the truth about his friend's impersonation? No, that doesn't make sense... He just committed suicide in front of me. He died for sure."
"Will it be the same situation as in Chenyugu Prison? Fenwu followed my whereabouts all the way abroad and brainwashed and controlled Fusolus in the same way he brainwashed the prison guard named Yan Yukuan?"
"No, that doesn't make sense..."
Possibilities kept flashing through Ning Zhe's mind, but he quickly rejected them one by one. The contradictory clues were tangled together in a mess and could not be sorted out at all.
At this moment, four words slowly appeared on the notebook in his hand:
I won the bet
(End of this chapter)