Chapter 306 Gambler
2018年09月10日，下午14时03分。

The atmosphere in Vivian Harbor Hypermarket is very lively.

Daros, who had just drunk a bottle of beer, walked into the bathroom slightly drunk and glanced at the urinal by the wall.

The urinals in the men’s restroom are a very strange public facility. Men who use the restroom always stand in every other position. If there is no vacant position, they would rather go to a single room than to be neighbors with other men to avoid comparing their size. Daros is no exception.

Seeing that there were no empty seats in the urinal, Daros staggered into a single room with an unlocked door, unzipped his pants and urinated.

After urinating, Daros pulled up his pants and pressed the flush button on the toilet. Listening to the sound of water, he walked out of the room and went to the sink to wash his hands.

It’s strange, when he came in just now, the toilet was full of people, but when he went to pee, it was empty and there was no one outside. There was a long row of sinks, and only the faucet in his was open.

“Strange… Don’t they wash their hands after using the toilet?” Daros curled his lips, put some soap on his hands, hummed a little tune, washed his hands, and put them under the hair dryer to dry.

While waiting for his hands to dry, Daros suddenly felt something was wrong.

“Why did the music stop?”

A swimsuit show was being held in the big store outside. As it was the last large-scale public event in Vivian Harbor, it was held with great fanfare. Fusolus had paid a large sum of money to invite two well-known bands to perform live, making the atmosphere particularly hot.

But now, the music stopped. Daros stood in front of the sink and listened attentively. Not only the music, but also the noise of the people coming and going in the market outside disappeared without a trace. Only the hot wind blowing to dry his hands made the whole world sound particularly dead silent.

The strange atmosphere made Daros shudder uncontrollably, and the drunkenness instantly disappeared. He quickly left the sink and ran outside the toilet. The long tiled corridor was empty.

“What…is going on?” Daros ran out of the corridor in two steps and came outside, and the empty street came into view.

A tricycle loaded with goods was parked on the side of the street. There was no clerk behind the cash register of the grocery store. In the coffee shop next to the intersection, half a cup of coffee was steaming on the table, as if someone had been sitting there just now. In the tavern not far away, the cups and plates were in a mess. The brothers who had just been drinking, bragging and watching the swimsuit show with him had gone nowhere.

click, click, click, click…

In the silent world, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor behind him. Daros looked back in ecstasy, but the next second, the joy on his face turned into fear.

click, click, click…

In the empty corridor, there was only a tall and thin man, wearing tattered clothes, revealing his gray and sickly skin and ugly scars. An old wrinkled sack was turned upside down on his shoulders, covering his entire head with no holes left for his eyes. However, he seemed to be able to see as he walked straight towards the door step by step.

“Who are you?” Daros shouted in horror, “Is this a prank? Are you guys making a spoof video?”

It didn’t answer, but just walked closer in silence.

“Fuck.” Daros was furious. “This is not funny!”

It still didn’t speak, and didn’t stop walking, but its broad chest didn’t rise or fall at all, and it didn’t even breathe, just like a dead person.

Something seemed to be wrong. Daros quickly took two steps back, stretched out his hand to try to stop him, and yelled, “Stop! Don’t come near me!”

These words seemed to have worked. The tall dead man with a sack on his head stopped where he was and no longer moved forward. Daros breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask something else, but he saw it suddenly raise its right hand slowly and point in his direction in a strange gesture.

Its right index and middle fingers were stretched out, and the other three fingers were clenched together, making a “scissors” gesture to him. With a thud, Dalos’ body fell to the ground.

he died.

The sound of car engines can be heard on the busy street. A tourist is taking photos and checking in at a cafe at the intersection. The sound of a band’s performance is transmitted in all directions through the loudspeaker. Several big men are sitting in a tavern, drinking and chatting while watching the live swimsuit show on the big screen. They are all locals. The natives of Vivian Port have a strong sense of civic awareness. During holidays, they will generally give way to tourists and avoid popular attractions in order to promote tourism consumption.

“Why did Daros take so long? Did he drown in the toilet?” A blond man muttered and burped.

“Maybe he got drunk and took the wrong way into the women’s restroom, and was caught by the police, hahahaha…” The red-haired man sitting opposite the table laughed. His lazy eyes were quickly attracted by a beautiful mother passing by with her child outside the door, and he whistled frivolously.

The young mother showed disgust towards the drunks and walked quickly to the door of the public toilet holding her child’s hand. At this time, the child’s voice suddenly rang out: “Mom, look, there is someone lying at the door of the toilet.”

When the mother heard the sound, she turned her head and saw the body of the man lying at the door. She immediately screamed, waking up the drunk men in the bar.

“what–!”

At the backstage exit of the San Gloria Opera House, a black limousine stopped at the end of the red carpet. A cute baby-faced girl in a white dress walked across the red carpet led by a waiter, got into the limousine, and the door slammed shut.

Outside the car door, a middle-sized man with gray hair admired the crystal clear tears in the corners of the girl’s eyes through the car window. He smiled with satisfaction and bowed to the driver, saying, “Send her to my room.”

“Yes, Mr. Diesel.” The driver nodded to show that he understood.

After watching the car carrying the girl leave the opera house, the man known as ‘Mr. Diesel’ turned back to the opera house and smacked his lips with some regret: “I haven’t felt this heart-pounding for many years. Unfortunately, I have an important party in the afternoon, so I can only taste this delicacy in the evening…”

He came to Vivian Harbor as a representative of the ‘Diesel’ family. Although the Diesel family is also a hereditary noble family, compared with the behemoths such as the Dyke family and the Frimmisret family that hosted the meeting, they still need to be humble and must not be neglected.

Back in the opera house, looking at the extinguished electronic screen, Diesel thought of the Persian princess who made the final appearance. He felt sorry for not being able to get such a top-notch item. “I don’t know who is in stand No. 1 and how generous he is…”

The guest list of the Teatro San Gloria is highly confidential and not disclosed to the public, so Diesel did not know who took the photo of the girl who was the last to appear on stage.

But when he thought about the beautiful Persian princess that he had missed, Diesel could not calm down the itch in his heart. He hesitated again and again, as if he had finally made up his mind. Diesel sighed and called a manager of some level in the opera house over.

“Excuse me, what can I do for you?” A man dressed as a waiter lifted the curtain and walked into the room, asking in a gentle voice.

“Do you know who the guest in stand number one is?” Diesel asked, “I have some questions and hope to communicate with that gentleman in private.”

The man smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, sir. We can’t reveal customer information to you. This is a rule. I hope you can forgive me. If other customers ask us for your information, I will give the same answer.”

“Okay.” Diesel sighed regretfully and did not make things too difficult for the opera house staff. He seemed very reasonable.

After sending the waiter away, he secretly smacked his lips in his heart, “The person who bought the Persian princess turned out to be Mr. Dyke, who is also a customer here… Haha? What a surprise.”

Leaving the stands, Diesel walked through the empty theater corridor and came to the tea room beside the main entrance. It was empty and his private driver Robin, who was supposed to be waiting for him there, had disappeared.

“Strange, where are the others, Robin?”

(End of this chapter)