Chapter 345 Drawing fire from the bottom of the cauldron
Chapter 345 Drawing fire from the bottom of the cauldron
Fenwu took a sip of the gin in the glass and looked with interest at Ning Zhe who was standing by the guardrail of the stands and failed to catch up with Meilin.
The young man looked no more than 17 or 8 years old, with a fair and delicate face that was still a little immature, as if he was still in adolescence. The scholarly air in his expression proved that he was a student. However, it was such a weak and delicate young student who captured the wandering ghost named Taiyi, took away Zhao You, killed Yu Ziqian, and successfully escaped from his pursuit many times.
“Ning Zhe...?” Fen Wu narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself.
When Zhao was taken away by an unknown person again, he immediately conducted a thorough investigation of all the missing and accidental deaths in Gubei Town during that period, and especially the information of the survivors of the massacre at Bishuiwan Manor was in his hands. Fen Wu had already noticed this high school student named Ning Zhe.
An ordinary high school student, he survived his first encounter with a strange event and successfully controlled the two ghosts, Taiyi and Zhaoyou. He killed Yu Ziqian in one encounter, and fought with him many times, an old man who had embarked on the path of ascension decades ago, and never lost.
Is this really the quality a young boy who has not yet entered society can possess?
Or is it that the 'real identity' he has revealed now, called Ning Zhe, is actually just a mask?
"Ningzhe, Ningzhe, are you really a genius who knows how to ascend to higher status? Or are you some immortal who crawled out of a dark grave?"
While such doubts were bothering Fen Wu, hurried footsteps were heard in the backstage corridor of the opera house.
Marylin walked quickly through the empty corridor, turned around and came to the door of a room. She kicked the door open and a wall-mounted display divided into multiple display areas came into view. This was the monitoring room of the St. Gloria Opera House.
Inside the monitoring room, there was a small square wooden table with an equally square chessboard on the table. Black and red chess pieces were placed on both sides of the Chu River and Han River. A pretty and charming girl was sitting quietly in front of the table. Seeing this scene, Meilin was delighted: "Miss!"
"Are you okay?" Meilin walked quickly into the monitoring room and came to the girl's side and asked, "Have you encountered anything suspicious here?"
One second, two seconds, three seconds, the smile that had just appeared on Meilin's face froze on her face, and she did not hear the answer.
Plumeria sat motionless at the table, her long, fluffy and soft hair like seaweed draped over her thin shoulders, her pair of ink-black eyes staring blankly at the chessboard in front of her. She mechanically raised her hand and pushed a chess piece on the board forward one square, turning a deaf ear to Marylin's arrival.
"..." Meilin carefully pushed her shoulder, but there was still no response, as if she was pushing a tumbler.
Meilin's face gradually turned pale. She walked cautiously to the other side of the chessboard, leaned over and stared into the girl's dark eyes, trying to find some emotions that belonged to a living person in them, but ultimately failed.
Plumeria sat motionless at the table like a soulless puppet. Her empty eyes contained no emotion or expression that could be interpreted. She just stared blankly at the chessboard in front of her.
“How could this happen…” Meilin’s eyes turned red, and she covered her mouth with trembling hands, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes: “No, it shouldn’t be like this…Miss, I…”
However, the sadness in Marylin's heart only lasted for a few seconds before it came to an abrupt end. The tears rolled down her cheeks, climbed up to the corners of her eyes, and returned to her eye sockets. Plumeria's eyes were still empty and lifeless, only one slender white arm was quietly raised like a machine that had received an order, and moved the chess piece that had just been pushed out back one space.
She regretted her move.
In the room filled with the aroma of gin and the stench of corpses, the curtain that Ning Zhe had lifted fell down again in a gravity-defying posture. The time in the entire opera house was reversed, and he began to retreat, step by step, back to his seat.
Ning Zhe looked up from his seat on the sofa and saw a smiling face covered in blood.
"There won't be a next time." Fen Wu said, "You are very good, really very good. I rarely fail so many times with the same person, so there won't be a next time."
The cat-and-mouse game ends here, there will be no next time. Ning Zhe was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and understood what kind of situation he was in now - the gambler's "no leaving" rule blocked the space, and Plumeria's chessboard blocked time. Time and space solidified here, and fate ended here.
He had nowhere to escape.
From the very beginning, Fen Wu’s target was not Zhao You, or rather, it was not only Zhao You, but him.
"It's over." Fen Wu held the cup foot and raised it towards this side from a distance: "It's fun playing hide-and-seek with you."
"I'm really sorry that I couldn't make Lord Fenwu use his full strength." Ning Zhe suddenly laughed, and his laughter was a little crazy: "But I don't know if you have heard of this idiom, called 'the fight of a trapped beast'?"
Fen Wu also laughed and said, "A beast that falls into a hunter's trap will fight with all its might at the moment of death. This is the most dangerous time in a hunt."
After saying that, he pointed to his temple and said with a smile: "You can try it."
He was ready to 'take back his move'.
"Let's try it." Ning Zhe raised his right hand and made a pistol gesture, with his index and middle fingers forming a gun barrel pointing at his temple.
His lips parted slightly and he uttered a soft sound:
"boom--"
Fenwu frowned, somewhat confused.
What does this mean? Is this just a trick to get away with it? Or... is there really some trick he doesn't know about?
Fenwu’s doubts did not last long, because the next moment, he lost the ability to think.
Sitting next to Ning Zhe, Pétain, who had been observing the two of them silently, opened his eyes wide. He was shocked to see:
The Fenwu who had just been sitting with his legs crossed, drinking wine and looking very relaxed, suddenly collapsed on the sofa with a thud. Without any warning, his eyes, which had originally been full of life, became empty and dull, without any emotion or thought of a living person, like an empty shell with the soul sucked out.
In a sense, Pétain's intuition was very accurate. The "this" Fenwu in front of him had indeed been drained of his soul.
"You did it?" Petain frowned and looked at Ning Zhe with a vigilant look: "What did you do?"
"I just deleted his memory." Ning Zhe said lightly: "Relax, you will be the next one."
His voice was flat, his tone was stiff and cold, and beneath the boy's messy hair, his face had changed at some point.
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Happy Dragon Boat Festival! I took a day off yesterday for the festival.
Does anyone understand Ning Zhe’s operation?
(End of this chapter)