Chapter 312 Sally Sally
After the ghost entered the opera house, Ning Zhe made many assumptions about its rules based on the information he collected. For example, the ghost would only choose one person at a time, and the person chosen by the ghost would die.

But now, these assumptions seem to have been overturned one by one. He Nianjun, who was chosen by the ghost, did not die, and the ghost did not choose only one person at a time. In the audience, there was panic. People looked at the five seats that were suddenly vacant and fell into fear of the unknown.

Fusolus looked up in the direction of Stand No. 5 and cast a look of help to Ning Zhe. But Ning Zhe was as confused as he was.

What happened? What happened? Why did five people disappear at once this time, instead of just one at a time like before? Before Ning Zhe could think more, the panic spreading in the audience quickly turned into chaos, and many female employees screamed in fear.

In the chaos, a well-dressed middle-aged man suddenly stood up and angrily questioned Fusolus: “What on earth happened here? I need a reasonable explanation!”

There was a hint of fear in his angry eyes, and it was obvious that he had a guess in his heart that he was most reluctant to admit. Seeing Fusolus’s evasive look, he had to admit this guess.

This place seems haunted.

“I have to leave here immediately!” the middle-aged man yelled angrily, “Get out of my way!”

Although Fusolus was also feeling uneasy, he had to force himself to calm down and said with a smile, “Sir, you know, what happened here is not an ordinary ‘incident’. In order to prevent the situation from escalating, we must seal off the scene… I hope you can understand.”

“That’s your concern. I don’t care. I have to leave immediately, right now.” The middle-aged man was tough and had no intention of compromising. As a European noble who was familiar with strange events, he knew very well how dangerous the haunted opera house was.

Without waiting for Fusoles to explain further, the middle-aged man took out his pistol from his arms, strode out of the audience seats with the butler beside him, and ran towards the gate.

Fusolus did not stop them when he saw this, nor was there any need to stop them, because he had already marked out a prison here with his own hands.

The apparent decency had been torn apart, and the departure of the middle-aged man made the other VIPs no longer hesitate. They decisively left the audience seats with their confidants and ran towards different exits from different directions without saying hello.

“What should we do now?” Xia Yubing tugged at her sleeves and asked softly.

“Let’s go downstairs.” Ning Zhe left stand No. 5 and went down to the first floor with Xia Yubing.

All the distinguished guests who participated in the gift auction had left, leaving only Fusolus and a few of his confidants trying their best to appease the opera house staff.

Perhaps it was because the salaries offered by the opera house were high enough, giving the boss Fusoles considerable prestige among his subordinates. The chaotic crowd gradually quieted down and sat back in their seats obediently, making the empty seats very conspicuous.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Fussule was a little surprised. Today’s employees seemed more obedient than ever before.

Ning Zhe did not say anything about this, but just watched the crowd calm down and sit back in their seats after being comforted by Fusolus.

The five people who just disappeared were in the same row, three women and two men, two male waiters, two makeup artists who were responsible for changing clothes for the gift girls, and a ‘gift girl’ who had not yet been taken away by the customer.

Fusolus’s face was not looking good. Apart from the VIP who had just left and the five people who had disappeared, there were nearly a hundred staff members left. They had all witnessed the strange disappearance of the five people and experienced the strange incident right before their eyes.

Anyone who knows the weird world knows what this means.

——The first law of strange events: the more people know about the existence of strange things, the greater the probability of strange events. And now, everyone under the dance floor has witnessed the occurrence of strange events, and the situation is not optimistic.

“What now?” Fusolus asked. “Do you have any idea, Van?”

Ning Zhe shook his head: “Not at all.”

This statement is false.

He could actually try to use the money to revive the people killed by the ghosts and ask the dead for information, just like he resurrected the driver Bayer just now. But Ning Zhe couldn’t do this in front of Fusolus at the moment, because Wutong’s previous owner Ji Bochang and the current owner Lan Shiwen were both from Jiuzhou.

The money for buying lives is a rare and precious item that is absolutely monopolized everywhere in the world except Kyushu. Looking at the entire United States of Europe, except for the Frimmisret family that Ji Boying’s younger brother Ji Boying has joined, no family dares to say that they have spare money.

Van Dyke couldn’t afford the extra money to buy his life.

Ning Zhe could afford it, but he was not sure whether he should do so now – not only because he was worried that other Europeans would become suspicious of Van Dyke’s identity, but also because of the previous doubt: the Santa Gloria Opera House had clearly been confined by Modou’s rules, but Wutong’s life-buying rules could take effect here normally.

How did the God of Wealth get in? Is Lan Shiwen also here?

Fusolus assigned several trusted employees to look for the guests who had just run away, while Ning Zhe walked into the auditorium and came to the five empty seats.

Red carpets were laid out in the aisles, dividing the semicircular auditorium centered on the dance floor into several fan-shaped areas of varying sizes. Fussolus gathered everyone to sit in the largest area. While everyone was sitting close together, an empty area in the auditorium suddenly appeared, like a cotton and linen patch suddenly appearing on a silk robe. It was so conspicuous that it was hard not to notice it.

By asking the employees sitting nearby, Ning Zhe learned the names of the missing people:
Two waiters: George and Paul.

Two female makeup artists: Anna and Mary.

And a Persian girl with black hair, wearing a white lace nightgown, with wheat-colored skin and violet eyes. She was Van Dyke’s goddaughter, and the last “gift girl” that Ning Zhe photographed before the finale:
Elan Sally Sally Anvarna
Sally Sally, along with two male waiters and two makeup artists, disappeared in full view of everyone. The camera above the dance floor recorded this strange scene.

They disappeared without any warning or foreshadowing, as if they were swallowed by an invisible monster and disappeared in an instant without leaving any trace, just like Bayer who disappeared before.

There is no doubt that they were all chosen by the ghost.

But why were five people selected at the same time this time? What was different from what happened before?
With a plop, a soft body fell on the soft armrest, startled by a scream, and the wavy black curls scattered, and the wheat-like light golden skin was covered with blood. It was Sally Sally who had disappeared before.

When he lowered his eyes, he saw a hideous bloody hole on the girl’s left temple, and brain matter mixed with blood plasma flowed down and soaked the carpet.

Ning Zhe didn’t care about the chaos in the audience. He pinched the girl’s chin with one hand and lifted up her broken head. He saw that the skin around Sally Sally’s ears had large marks of gunpowder burns. It was obvious that she was shot in the head at close range and died.

“what happened?”

How could she have been shot to death?
(End of this chapter)