Chapter 310 Farewell to God
The “ink fountain” is a prop granted by the Lou family of Qinzhou. Its function is simple and crude. Two characters are used to draw a line, and three characters are used to draw a straight line. The two sides of the straight line will be “divided” into two worlds that do not interfere with each other.

When Fusolus borrowed the ink fountain and drew a circle around the outer wall of the opera house, the inside and outside of the theater were “divided” by the ink fountain, and they never came into contact with each other. The ghosts in the theater could not leave, and the people outside the theater could not come in.

“But the God of Wealth seemed to ignore the ‘division’ rule of the inkwell. As soon as the copper coin rang, He came in.”

Ning Zhe’s mind was full of thoughts, and he had two guesses: “Is it because Wutong is a real ghost, and the absoluteness of his rules overrides the ink fountain? Or is it that Wutong was already in this theater from the beginning and didn’t need to ‘come in’ at all?”

If it’s the former, that’s easier to say.

If it is the latter, it means that Lan Shiwen may be hiding in this theater at this moment.

“Just now, I saw someone walking towards me from the other end of the corridor…”

A voice from the sofa interrupted this fruitless thinking. Ning Zhe gathered his thoughts and listened attentively with Xia Yubing to what Bayer had experienced during the dozen seconds he disappeared:
“When Mr. Dyke and Mr. Milicato entered Stand 6 together to check on the master’s body, I wanted to go in to check on the situation, but the waiter at the door stopped me and told me not to disturb them.”

Ning Zhe glanced at Xia Yubing and saw her nodded to him, so he nodded to signal Bayer to continue.

“After being stopped by the waiter, I felt very nervous. I actually just started driving for the master recently. The master’s previous driver was my father. I had just taken over for less than half a month when this happened to the master… I really don’t know how to explain it to my family…”

“Get to the point.” Ning Zhe interrupted his narration.

“Okay, okay.” Bayer nodded quickly and said, “I was feeling depressed, so I leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette to smoke one, but when I was looking for a lighter, I suddenly remembered that smoking is prohibited in the theater, and there was a lady there, so I quickly put down the cigarette and planned to apologize to Ms. Xia, but when I looked up, I found that she was gone.”

“Gone?”

“Gone.” Bayer nodded and continued, “The two waiters standing at the door, Mr. Dyke and Mr. Milicato in the room, and… and Ms. Xia, they are all gone. The stands are empty, and there is no one in the corridor. At this time, I heard a sound of footsteps in the distance.”

“I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, thin man in ragged clothes walking towards me from the other end of the corridor, bringing with him a rotten smell. His skin was gray and bloodless, with only one shoe on his left foot and a dirty, worn sack on his head. He looked like a moving corpse.”

“I was frightened and quickly pulled out my gun and yelled at him not to come over, but he didn’t listen and just walked towards me step by step. I wanted to shoot, but there was no bullet in the gun – the master was very concerned about safety and servants’ guns could not be loaded with bullets. I wanted to run away, but when I thought about the master’s death, my legs were so weak that I couldn’t walk…”

“The man quickly walked up to me. The stench of rotting flesh was so strong that I couldn’t breathe. I was terrified. I punched him desperately, but he caught my fist easily…”

Bayer’s lips turned pale and his eyes were full of fear.

Ning Zhe frowned slightly and asked, “He grabbed your hand, and then what?”

“And then…” Bayer was stunned by his question. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said, “Then my eyes went dark and I knew nothing. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying here…”

The dead Bayer woke up on the sofa. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the headless old corpse in scholar’s robes.

“Is that so?” Xia Yubing looked across the table at the driver, Bayer, who was still terrified, and thought to herself, “According to his description, when Bayer’s fist was gripped by the corpse… he was already dead.”

Does the ghost kill people by holding their hands? Or by physical contact?

Or something else?
“It shouldn’t be that simple.” Ning Zhe stood up, turned his eyes away from the sofa, and said softly: “It should be that Bayer’s actions accidentally triggered a rule of the ghost, but he didn’t know it himself.”

To summarize the known information at this stage:
[1. The ghost only chooses one person to kill at a time]

[2. From the perspective of the person targeted by the ghost, other people will suddenly disappear and the ghost will appear.] [3. From the perspective of other people, the person targeted by the ghost who meets the ghost will also disappear. He will not reappear until he dies in the form of a corpse.]

[4. People who encounter ghosts will not die immediately, but need to have some form of contact with the ghost and meet certain conditions before being killed by the ghost]

[5. Ghosts will actively choose their targets and make contact with them]

However, the conditions and reasons for the ghost to choose its “target” are currently unknown.

The description given by driver Baier is more credible. What he said is all true, at least it is 100% true to himself.

Because [I have to tell the truth to this person. ]

In the past, Ning Zhe often had to steal identities and inherit memories through Taiyi, and go through various tedious operations to obtain this level of credible intelligence. More often than not, he was restricted by objective circumstances and limited conditions. For example, when he encountered “Fenwu” in Chenyugu Prison before, Taiyi’s rules could not be triggered at all.

And now all it takes is a small psychological hint, just prying a brick at a corner of the Great Wall, and a completely defenseless heart will automatically open to him, telling him everything he knows.

A noisy voice came from outside, and Ning Zhe left the sofa and came to the stands.

Looking down from the stands, one could see well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, escorted by theater waiters, walking through the aisles and gathering in the auditorium around the dance floor. Many of them had unhappy looks on their faces, and it was obvious that they wanted to ask Fusolus for an explanation about the sudden closure of the opera house and this forced gathering without any privacy.

Next to the dance floor, Fusolus, wearing a dark brown hunting suit, waved to the stands to indicate that his work was done.

Everyone in the opera house has now gathered in the auditorium and taken their seats. The lights in the theater have been turned up to the maximum. Looking down from Ning Zhe’s current height, the entire dance floor can be seen at a glance. More than 12 cameras monitor the auditorium from all angles, and any sudden vacancy in any position will be captured immediately.

From now on, no matter who the ghost chooses as his target, he will not escape his eyes.

“Okay, come on, who will be next?” Ning Zhe held the guardrail with both hands and looked down. The seemingly controlled situation gave him some confidence.

However, as time passed, there was silence in the audience and nothing happened.

Tick, tick, the second hand slowly falls.

The uneasy atmosphere wore away people’s patience, and noisy voices rose from the table, stirring Ning Zhe’s thoughts. The ghost didn’t choose a target? No, that’s not right, it shouldn’t be like this.

As he was thinking, Ning Zhe was suddenly stunned and his face turned pale.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing that something was wrong, Xia Yubing asked hurriedly.

Ning Zhe shook his head and murmured, “How could this be…”

In the noisy and boring atmosphere, he suddenly discovered that the beautiful figure in red that had always existed in the corner of his vision had disappeared without a trace. No matter how he called out, there was no response. She was completely gone.

The person the ghost chose this time was… He Nianjun.

(End of this chapter)