Chapter 29: Is it fun to earn money with blood? (7) “Well, he…
A Zhui, who had just arrived at the Ghost Academy and was admitted to the advanced class due to his long history, and then had been at the bottom of the advanced class for almost a hundred years, was easily persuaded by Si Ling.
She happily floated out of the kitchen to watch her cheap husband. After she left, Xuan Chi walked up to Si Ling and asked, "Are you lying to her?"
"?" Si Ling frowned and looked sideways at him, "Of course not, what do you mean?"
"No." Xuan Chi's eyes drifted away. "Just asking."
After he finished speaking, he coughed lightly and floated away quietly.
...Si Ling could see that this person had doubts about her ability.
How did she seal me in the underground cave? I forgot everything after I woke up.
Find an opportunity to scare him to death!
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On the main road leading from the manor gate to the clubhouse, Elizabeth and Fredis did the same thing and quickly took down five more heads, including a main target of the Tumba family.
The Trap Bus, a prized item Mammon prides itself on, is practical and well-designed. Trapped within the bus, it's nearly impossible to escape, while those outside are naturally oblivious to its presence thanks to its inherent magic. This allows the user to easily steer the bus to a deserted location and store it.
Once folded up, the bus was palm-sized, like a child's play-house bus. The target's body inside was also proportionally shrunk, making it virtually impossible to find.
Elizabeth drove the car to the west edge of the estate, and she and Fredis got out of the car one after another. Then she put the bus in her pocket and walked into the blue house a few steps away with Fredis.
The small house was divided into two parts: the ground floor was used to store miscellaneous items, and the basement was a wine cellar. On her first day at the manor, Elizabeth had determined from the accumulated dust that no one had set foot there in a long time, so she chose this place as her hiding place.
After entering the small house, the two turned around and closed the door, lifted the wooden boards on the ground, and walked up the wooden stairs into the wine cellar.
Elizabeth's excitement was written all over her face. She smiled as she walked down the stairs. "It's just the beginning! Eleven kills, three main targets! We're definitely going to win this time!"
Fredis followed Elizabeth closely. Although she had no interest in such issues of winning or losing, she still murmured twice in agreement in the face of her excited friend.
In the central clubhouse, the successive disappearances of 11 people had already attracted attention, especially the sudden disappearance of three members of the Tumba family, which quickly aroused the vigilance of their relatives and friends.
"Awang arrived at the manor twenty minutes ago and told me that he had already boarded the bus and would see me soon. I went to the lobby to wait for him, but he still hasn't shown up!" The girl in her twenties was anxiously communicating with the staff. She was Awang's college classmate, and Awang was the youngest son of Gongbu, the current head of the Tumba family.
The staff, of course, didn't dare to neglect their efforts and immediately began contacting Awang in various ways. However, their WeChat messages fell on deaf ears, and neither did their phone calls. They then contacted some church members and believers who were familiar with Awang, but none of them would go with him. One told the organizers, "We were supposed to go together, but he went to a bar last night and got drunk. He said he wanted to come alone today. We figured he had a driver anyway, so we let him go."
While inquiring about Awang's whereabouts, the staff discovered that other people had also disappeared. Many of them, like Awang, had been contacting other participants just minutes earlier, agreeing on a meeting place, only to vanish abruptly. No contact information could be found for them, as if living individuals had simply vanished from this bustling estate.
Before the news reached Gongbu, the staff checked the surveillance cameras. The Lighthouse Country's surveillance network was far less sophisticated than the Porcelain Country's. This less visible organization, out of a sense of guilt, would be reluctant to install additional surveillance cameras at its estates, fearing they might become incriminating evidence.
However, there were still several cameras in key locations like the parking lot, the manor gate, and the main road. As the staff went to the monitoring room, they were thankful that several of the missing people had contacted relatives and friends while changing vehicles at the manor gate, allowing them to quickly locate the surveillance footage based on the time their relatives and friends had contacted them.
However, something strange happened...
For some reason, despite their intense anxiety and desperate need to find the missing person, their attention kept wandering while they were checking the surveillance footage. On several occasions, they would be staring intently at the missing person waiting for the bus at the station one moment, then their thoughts would shift to something else. When they finally came to their senses, the person on the platform had vanished, forcing them to start looking again.
This made the process of checking the surveillance footage extremely long, and several people gradually felt something was wrong. Finally, when they checked the same surveillance footage for the sixth time, they discussed a countermeasure, set a timer on their mobile phones, and set a reminder every five seconds... As a result, no one was distracted this time, but when the surveillance footage reached the fourth timer prompt, the person sitting at the computer desk accidentally knocked over the tea, which seeped into the power strip, causing a short circuit in the blink of an eye, and the surveillance screen went black.
There was a deathly silence in the monitoring room. Several people, some sitting and some standing, stared at the black screen in silence.
After a long silence, the middle-aged man of a higher rank said, "Go find Aji."
Aji is more than 30 years older than the missing Awang, and is more than old enough to be his father, but he is actually Awang's half-brother and Gongbu's eldest son.
The staff found him in a luxurious villa east of the manor and briefly explained what had happened. The high-ranking demon monk, who had practiced in Siam for over twenty years, made an immediate judgment: "It's a trick."
After saying that, he immediately walked out with the staff. This was not because he had a deep relationship with Awang, whom he had only met a few times, but because considering the interests of his family, he had to be wary of the master hiding in the dark.
...For decades, countless people have sought to destroy the Tumba clan. The Chinese government, which has been using legal means to extradite them back to China, is only the most restrained among them. Beyond them, many religious groups with entangled interests or old and new grudges against the Tumba clan are keen to use various unconventional means to "fight" them.
In this kind of combat, the many forbidden techniques, little known to the general public, naturally play a prominent role—these techniques are often referred to as "sorcery" in Asia and "black magic" in the West. Regardless of the name, the very name reveals the disgust of ordinary people.
But in the circle of the Tunba family, practicing evil magic is a normal thing.
...We cannot expect a family that used murder to make ritual implements decades ago and is still making money by selling these "inventories" decades later to have the average values of ordinary people.
Aji walked into the monitoring room. The technicians had already restored the equipment. Aji asked them to reopen the surveillance camera files from the morning. The footage soon showed Awang waiting for the internal bus at the platform.
Yes, it’s right here! Every time we get to this spot, we get distracted!
——The staff around him wanted to remind Awang like this, but his cell phone suddenly vibrated. He looked down and saw that there was a notification from the parent-teacher group of his son’s school. He couldn’t help but look closely.
"Play it again." Aji said suddenly.
The staff member came back to his senses instantly and found that he had been distracted again.
The image on the screen returned to the position about half a minute ago. Aji raised his hand and silently chanted a spell, then made a hand gesture. Everyone felt their minds suddenly become clear, and all confusion disappeared. Even the colors they saw in front of them became a little clearer.
People stared at the surveillance screen again, and this time they clearly saw Awang get on a medium-sized bus. The bus started quickly, drove out of the monitoring range of the platform, and appeared on the screen next to it that was broadcasting the main road surveillance.
The car continued to move forward and the screen switched again, this time showing the scene on the bridge leading to the club.
Everyone saw that the bus stopped when it was near the center of the bridge, and everyone's heartstrings tightened.
They unconsciously moved closer to the screen, but the surveillance camera installed on the indicator light was quite a distance away from where the bus was parked, the shooting angle was limited, and the picture was not clear enough. Even if they moved closer to the screen, they could not see clearly what was happening in the car.
In the space of about seven or eight seconds, all the passengers rushed to the windows, some trying to open them, others banging on them, as if they were in danger. But then, someone else happened and they all moved away from the windows.
After about three or four minutes, the car started moving again, turned around and headed towards the fork in the road leading to the west of the manor.
After driving about a few hundred meters, the car drove out of the range of another surveillance camera. This time it did not appear on other screens because there was no surveillance further west.
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In the western restaurant, diners continued to eat. The restaurant remained quiet, with only brief sounds made when the tableware collided.
Everything seemed normal... but in fact, the two anchors, Xixi and Ryan, had just taken a bite of the dish containing red wine with the tacit cooperation of Dr. Feng Yang and their good friend Gemini.
After taking a bite of the dish, they did not encounter any danger, but their thoughts changed subtly - they suddenly felt that if this restaurant was controlled by a powerful demon, then it would be nice to become his follower.
People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. They have always believed in the Tumba family, and thus have gained enviable fame and fortune, but if a true "god" appears now and can bring them more wealth, why can't they change their beliefs?
Is there any essential difference between believing in this demon and believing in Gongbu?
No.
They made up their minds with almost no struggle, thinking that changing their faith was no big deal, and they also wanted to find more followers for Him, or... sacrifices.
Diagonally behind Aries, Dr. Feng Yang had already unknowingly sped up his eating speed. While most of the others had not yet finished their main courses, he had already ate the last snack.
After taking the last bite, Feng Yang pressed the service bell.
The waiter in a blue tie came forward politely: "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
Feng Yang took a deep breath and said, "Check out."
The waiter nodded and smiled. "Sir, since you have performed very well during the meal, we will provide you with a free meal. You may leave now."
The gentle and polite words were clearly heard by everyone. Everyone stopped eating, especially the three members of the Wu family and the three members of the Cui family. All six of them turned their heads to look at Feng Yang.
"Okay, thank you." Feng Yang stood up, straightened his coat, and walked towards the restaurant door calmly under the envious gazes of everyone.
The door opened and closed, and Feng Yang left, never to "refresh" in the restaurant again.
"Are we just going to let him go like this?" A Zhui, who was floating in the air, turned his head and looked at the closed door of the kitchen.
Si Ling's spirit floated out through the heavy metal door and hovered beside Ah Zhui: "Well, only when he leaves safely can we truly open Pandora's box."
"Ah?" A Zhu looked at Si Ling in confusion, not understanding her plan at all.
The current situation in the restaurant is: one person died, one left without injury, and six of the remaining nine people are normal, while the three anchors have been contaminated and can be killed at any time, but Si Ling does not seem to intend to take them.
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