Chapter 330 Petain
Chapter 330 Petain
Ning Zhe placed his hand on his chest, the warm touch filling his palm, heavy and heavy.
Boom, boom, boom - the slightly rapid heartbeat and pulse were transmitted to the palm of my hand through the clothes and chest. That was the right chest. Ning Zhe put down his hand and got the answer in his heart: "My heart is now on the right side of my chest."
what happened?
Before Ning Zhe had time to think about it, there was a loud bang and something strange happened.
The tightly closed door suddenly opened, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared in Te Rang's originally empty perception range, like a star that suddenly lit up in the endless darkness, so eye-catching that it instantly attracted all his attention.
Ning Zhe subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall and thin man like a straw standing straight at the door. His deathly pale skin was exposed from between his tattered clothes, and was dotted with corpse spots. His whole body exuded a suffocating stench of decay, with a hint of coolness, like a corpse that had crawled out of a freezer.
"Gambler." Ning Zhe's eyes swept across the corpse and quickly scanned the corridor behind it. The street lights outside the door were on, and the waxed floor reflected pure white light.
The lights were on in the corridor, but until the moment the gambler opened the door, Te Rang was unable to detect its shadow. It was not until the door was opened that the gambler and the gambler's shadow appeared in front of Ning Zhe and in Te Rang's perception at the same time.
This way of appearing was just like... Ning Zhe turned his head slightly, and the corner of his eye fell on the body of Sally Sally who was lying beside the card table.
A faint stench of corpse drifted into his nose. The gambler walked into the room, bringing a chill. Ning Zhe instinctively took a step back, and his lower back hit the edge of the card table, causing a slight pain.
"hiss."
Feng Yusu's body was soft and delicate, and she was more afraid of pain than a little girl. Ning Zhe put his right hand on his waist and frowned slightly in pain. However, in the blink of an eye, Ning Zhe's vision suddenly went blank. When he looked closely, there was nothing in front of him, only an open door.
The gambler disappeared.
"Huh?" Ning Zhe was slightly startled. At this moment, he could not see the appearance of ghosts with his eyes, nor could he sense the shadow of ghosts. The faint stench of corpses in the air disappeared, and the scene in front of him was empty. Only the door was still open, and it had not returned to its state before it was pushed open by the gambler.
The gambler disappeared from his sight just as suddenly as he had appeared just now.
As the gambler's shadow disappeared, two new shadows appeared.
"Outside." Ning Zhe walked out of the room in two steps and walked to the door. He stuck his head out and looked out into the corridor. He saw two white people, a man and a woman, walking cautiously along the wall under the light of the corridor. They were the owners of the two newly appeared shadows.
The man was wearing a loose Italian suit, with fluffy chestnut curly hair that looked lazy and artistic, while the woman next to him was wearing a khaki equestrian suit, tall and slender, with short black hair that was neat and tidy. Both of them looked quite nervous, as if they were on guard against something.
"who!"
The highly alert woman raised the gun with both hands and aimed at the head sticking out of the open door not far away: "Who's there!"
Ning Zhe's face showed a look of fear at the right time, and he walked out of the door with his hands raised above his head.
"Is she a woman?" Seeing Feng Yuxu's figure and appearance, the white man next to her looked puzzled: "Why is she a Chinese woman..." - In Europe, basically as long as you have a yellow face, you are assumed to be Chinese.
The tall woman did not let down her guard just because there was a woman in front of her. She continued to aim the gun at Ning Zhe's face and asked, "Who are you and why are you here? The Milicato family never invites Chinese people to their auctions. How did you get in?!"
Ning Zhe did not answer, a trace of fear quietly appeared on his face, silently observing the two people in front of him. He did not know the man next to him, but he did have an impression of the woman with the gun. To be precise, Ning Zhe had just met this woman not long ago, in Vanessa Castle, which was dominated by the "chessboard", as a police officer Banuto.
"This woman seems to be the housekeeper who followed Plumeria before...her name seems to be Marylin? Why is she here? Where is her daughter?" Ning Zhe was a little confused.
"Uh...ma'am, what are you doing here?" The curly-haired man next to Marylin asked again with a frown.
Ning Zhe still did not reply, but just silently glanced at the watch on his left wrist. Ten seconds had passed, and the two people in front of him did not disappear, but on the card table in the room behind him, the bodies of Sally Sally and others disappeared again.
The corner of his eye swept across the empty room, Ning Zhe opened his red lips slightly, and two strings of crystal tears fell down, and he pleaded in a low voice: "Please, don't shoot, please..."
What is more lethal than tears is women's tears, especially the tears of beautiful women, which is even more so for a young man full of vigor and vitality. The curly-haired man's demeanor softened visibly, and he turned to Meilin and said, "This lady looks very nervous. We have to calm her down before we can ask her any questions, right?"
Meilin glanced at the curly-haired man, nodded, and lowered the gun, but her index finger was still on the trigger.
The tense expression on Ning Zhe's face eased a little, his eyes were as clear as water, and he gave the curly-haired man a look of gratitude.
"Don't be nervous, ma'am. Meilin is just a little nervous. This place is a little dangerous." The curly-haired man smiled and said softly, "My name is Petain, Petain Silke Astartie. What is your name? What are you doing here?"
Meilin's expression was still serious, and it was obvious that she had no good feelings towards the crying Chinese woman in front of her. Ning Zhe wiped the little pearls from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and stammered, "I... I'm here to find my husband.
The private detective I hired said he saw his car parked in the parking lot of the opera house, but the theater was closed today. There was no show to watch, so why was he here? I came here to ask him about it, but who knew that something like this would happen in the theater as soon as I came in..."
As he spoke, Ning Zhe's voice choked up, and he looked as if he had suffered a great injustice.
The curly-haired man, Pétain, and Maryline looked at each other, both a little disappointed.
A Chinese woman suddenly appeared in the San Gloria Opera House, which never welcomes foreigners. They thought they had found some important clue, but it turned out that she was just a noble lady who came to catch her husband cheating.
"This lady's husband is probably here to attend the Milicato family's 'gift' auction." Petain said, "She is just a victim who was unfortunately involved in a strange incident, Meilin, you are too nervous."
Meilin was about to reply, but before she could say anything, her slightly opened pink lips turned into an O shape in fear.
Pétain's face changed and he turned around suddenly. A tall and thin corpse with tattered clothes and a pale body covered with corpse spots slowly moved out of the door step by step.
(End of this chapter)