MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 55 Theater Fright (1)

Earl Root was clearly afraid of his aunt. He could hardly hold his head up in front of Lady Edith. However, his aunt, whom he respected and feared, talked and laughed happily with Yeats and others, and even called her "benefactor", which made him swell with anger. Duan Feizhuo suspected that if he was pricked with a needle, he would scurry around the theater like a deflated balloon.

"I haven't seen your mother for a long time." Mrs. Edith pinched Earl Root's face as if he were a child, "Our family must have a good get together someday. By the way, let's have a Let’s invite Mr. Chester and Mr. Yeats to the banquet! Didn’t your mother always like poetry? She must be very happy to know a poet like Mr. Yeats.”

Earl Root certainly didn't want to treat his rival in love as a guest, but in front of his aunt, he could only lower his head and promise, "Yes... yes..."

"Okay, children, let's not block the door. No one else has a way." Mrs. Edith clapped her hands, "Let's go upstairs. By the way, Mr. Chester, our box is upstairs On the 7th, during the intermission, please come over and have a chat."

After speaking, she took her son's arm and walked up the stairs gracefully and proudly. Earl Root gave Yeats a gouged look, and followed his aunt and cousin in despair.

John grimaced after him, then smiled smugly.

"Hmph, let's see if that guy dares to stand up in front of Mr. Yeats!"

Yeats smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Let's go too."

They find their seats. After sitting down, Duan Feizhuo deliberately raised his head to look for the box on the second floor to see where Lord Perilla and the others were sitting.

A soft, boneless hand rests on a non-clumsy forearm.

"I didn't expect your acquaintance to be so extensive, Mr. Chester." Madeleine said softly.

Duan Feizhuo immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted. When touching Madeleine, he always felt uncomfortable all over.

"Uh, it's okay." He responded perfunctorily.

"The theater is really lively tonight." Madeleine looked at the stage thoughtfully, "Do you know that famous quote from Shakespeare? 'The world is but a stage, and all men and women are actors on it'. I I think, not only that stage, but the whole theater will become a huge stage tonight!"

After she finished speaking, she laughed like a silver bell.

Duan Feizhuo just felt creepy.

It's so strange, Madeleine is only a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, why does it give him an invisible sense of oppression? Is she really the girl customer in the secret trading house? They are totally different from each other!

Duan Feizhuo endured the chills and asked, "If this theater is a stage, then who are the actors?"

Madeleine tilted her head and smiled without answering.

The lights in the theater dimmed suddenly, only the stage was bright. The hum of the audience whispering quickly died away, and silence enveloped the audience. The announcer walked to the center of the stage and announced the number of scenes loudly.

The curtain slowly opened, and the background was a barren wilderness. The lights began to flicker, imitating the appearance of lightning streaking across the night sky.

Three stooped women in black robes stepped onto the stage one by one.

The first woman asked hoarsely, "When will the sisters meet again, with thunder, lightning, and rain?"

The second woman replied in a shrill voice, "Wait until the flames of war are quiet all over the border, and the defeated army will return with triumphant songs."

The third woman laughed, "The sunset in the middle of the mountain is still bright."

The first woman asked again, "Where do we meet?"

The second woman replied, "In the wilderness."

The third woman laughed, "Together to Macbeth."

This is the first act of "Macbeth", where Macbeth meets the three witches.

The three witches prophesied to Macbeth that he would first become Sir Glamis, then be promoted to Sir Cotter, and finally become the king of a country.

Macbeth then became greedy, murdered the king at the instigation of his wife, and proclaimed himself king, which led to his end.

Macbeth has since become synonymous with tragic careerists, and Lady Macbeth has become one of the most famous poisonous women in literary works throughout the ages.

Playing the role of Lady Macbeth can be said to be a test of an actress' acting skills. It is necessary to perform her thirst for power, her femme fatale, and at the same time show a tragic temperament.

Duan Feizhuo had only read Macbeth's plays before, but this was the first time he went to the theater to watch a play. Facing the actors on the stage is very different from watching a movie through a screen. The oppressive feeling of the acting skills that hit the face makes people's hair stand on end, and they can't help but fall into the world woven by the actors.

Duan Feizhuo didn't know much about drama, but he felt that Miss Maud Gonna perfectly controlled the role of Lady Macbeth, both beautiful and sinister, greedy and pathetic. As expected of Yeats' dream goddess, her acting skills are really good.

Macbeth has a short intermission between Acts 1 and 2, and a longer intermission after Act 2 ends. The actors have to take a break to prepare for the next two acts, and the audience can also take advantage of this time to move their hands and feet to solve their internal urgency.

"I'm going to visit Lord Perilla." Yeats got up and said, "Do you want to come together?"

In terms of etiquette, Duan Feizhuo should go with him. But when he thought of the enthusiasm for the mother and child, he couldn't bear it.

"Uh...I'm going to the bathroom." Duan Feizhuo made an excuse.

"Okay then." Yeats nodded to the John brothers and sisters, and walked to the back of the theater.

Duan Feizhuo breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled apologetically at the John brothers and sisters, "I'm sorry."

Then he crossed the seat and walked to the bathroom.

After solving his personal problems, he didn't want to go back to the theater for a while. Yeats might not be able to come back until the opening ceremony. If he goes back, he will have to face that creepy Miss Madeleine alone.

What was wrong with that girl? Duan Feizhuo had never felt that strange atmosphere from others.

He simply got into a corridor leading to the backstage, found a ventilated place, and planned to fish for the opening.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Duan Feizhuo jumped up like a spring on his feet. He turned around and subconsciously clenched his fists, ready to fight back at any time against the person who dared to "sneak attack" him.

But then, he was pushed violently, and his back hit the wall. A hand rested on the side of his head, giving him a wall dong.

Duan Feizhuo raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Z's unparalleled handsome face.

"Why are you here?!" He was stunned.

"I still want to ask you this question." Z said displeasedly, "You didn't rest at home, but you came to watch the play with that Mr. Yeats. What do you mean?"

Duan Feizhuo cried out in his heart that he was wronged. He hadn't planned to come to the play, but Yeats' kindness was hard to refuse, so he had no choice but to follow.

"This...it's a long story..." Duan Feizhuo lowered his head guiltily, staring at his toes, pretending that "Macbeth" was being played on it.

Z squeezed his chin, forcing him to look up.

"Look at me." The white-haired night policeman ordered.

Duan Feizhuo had to obey his orders. The distance between Z and Z is so close, each other's breath can be brushed on the face, and the entire field of vision is occupied by that handsome face... Fortunately, his back is against the wall, otherwise he might not even be able to stand firmly.

"It's you, it's you," he changed the subject bravely, "what are you doing here?"

"A lot of radical Irish nationalists came to the theater today, it seems because of the actress. In order to prevent them from making trouble, half of Scotland Yard was called in. The Abnormal Case Investigation Section is no exception."

"I thought you were not following Scotland Yard's orders."

"Today's situation is quite special. After all, the law and order in London is more important." Z paused, slightly sullen, "Don't change the subject! Why are you here? Don't tell me you just like "Macbeth"!"

"Hush!" Duan Feizhuo hurriedly raised a finger, "You can't mention the name of this play in the theater! Call it 'this Scottish play'!"

Z is inexplicable "Why? What happened to "Macbeth"?"

"Hush!!" Duan Feizhuo booed even louder, "Bringing the name of this play will bring disaster!"

"But aren't those actors yelling 'Macbeth', 'Macbeth' on the stage?"

"It's okay to say the name of the character, but not the name of the play!"

Z's eyebrows tightened, "What a mess..."

"Anyway, you can't say it! Even I know this rule, you just come to the country and follow—"

Before he finished speaking, Duan Feizhuo's lips were blocked.

Z kissed him hard.

Duan Feizhuo's eyes widened, his mind went blank.

The kiss seemed to last only a few seconds, or it seemed to last for centuries.

Z didn't let him go until the air in his lungs was about to be plundered.

Duan Feizhuo covered his mouth, terrified, "You...you..."

Z stroked his lips with his thumb, "I've wanted to try this for a long time."

"you…"

"It feels good."

"you…!"

Then, Z gave him a second kiss.

Duan Feizhuo wanted to break free from him at first, but after several fruitless attempts, he gave up struggling.

Z moved away from him slightly, giving him time to breathe.

Then the third kiss, the fourth kiss...

A gentle kiss fell on the lips delicately. Having experienced the deep kisses of the previous two times, Duan Feizhuo's thoughts have been aroused, and these shallow kisses can't satisfy him at all.

When Z separated from him again, he couldn't help but launch an active attack. He stood on tiptoe, trying to capture Z's lips.

But Z just pushed him away.

"It's about to open, go back and watch the play with your Mr. Poet."

Duan Feizhuo almost fainted.

"You...!" He blushed and stared angrily at the white-haired policeman.

Z smiled smugly, like a seasoned hunter discovering that the prey had fallen into the trap he had already prepared.

Duan Feizhuo puffed up his cheeks, "Are you jealous?"

"Isn't it possible?" Z asked back.

Duan Feizhuo sighed, "Yes. Of course you can. You are the most qualified to be jealous of me in the whole world."

Z ruffled his hair. Al's carefully groomed hair was suddenly messed up.

The announcer's loud voice sounded through the wall. The third act of Macbeth is about to begin.

"I'm going back." Duan Feizhuo said.

At this moment, the lights in the corridor suddenly went out.

Surrounded by pitch-black darkness.

There were also panicked shouts from the audience on the other side of the theater.

"What's going on? Why is there a sudden power outage?"

"Damn it, I'm here to see the play! Refund the ticket!"

"Who is stepping on my feet! Oh, I told you not to step on my feet!"

Z grabbed Duan Feizhuo's arm, "Don't panic, maybe it's just a power failure."

Someone shouted from the direction of the theater, "Audience, please be calm! The staff is overhauling the circuit! Please don't walk around, so as not to hurt or step on others!"

"...Are those radicals really going to make trouble?" Z asked himself suspiciously.

Duan Feizhuo felt that the possibility was very low. If such an event had happened, and such celebrities as Yeats and Miss Maud Gunn were involved, there must be a record in history. But Duan Feizhuo didn't remember this.

However, the history of this world line is slightly different from the history he is familiar with. Maybe the blackout was really a deliberate conspiracy?

The darkness cannot stop Z's footsteps. He was so used to being blind that the presence or absence of light did not affect him at all.

He dragged Duan Feizhuo towards the end of the corridor. Duan Feizhuo couldn't see anything, so he could only stumble after him, bumping into Z's back or stepping on his feet several times.

Suddenly, the overhead light in the corridor came on.

Everyone in the theater breathed a sigh of relief. The announcer hastily announced that the interrupted play would resume.

But there was one more person in the corridor.

He, or she, was stuck between Duan Feizhuo and the exit of the corridor at some point, wearing a blood-stained shroud and a zombie-like mask.

This outfit reminded Duan Feizhu of Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Mask of the Red Death".

That man was dressed exactly like the Red Death in the novel.

Z stood in front of Duan Feizhuo, and the mechanical prosthesis popped out a sharp blade.

"Who?!" he asked sharply.

The Red Death said nothing.

Duan Feizhuo leaned closer to Z's ear, "Yes...it's the Red Death."

"...What the hell?" Z's expression twisted.

"Red Death! Poe! Haven't you read it?"

Duan Feizhuo began to wonder now, did he bring up the word "Macbeth" so desperately that he brought in the Red Death? Is the curse of Macbeth real? !

"I'll stop him, you go!" Z growled.

"I can't leave you behind! I'll fight with you!"

Before he finished speaking, Z flew towards the Red Death.

The blade turned into a streak of silver light, piercing the zombie-like mask of the Red Death.

The Red Death dodged to the side, deftly dodging Z's blade.

Duan Feizhuo lightly stroked his brass ring—he had been storing energy in it according to Mr. Thales' instructions, and now is the time to use it!

He extracted energy from the ring, turned it into a shock wave, and attacked the Red Death.

The Red Death, who had just avoided the Z blade, encountered the shock wave again, so he could only dodge in embarrassment.

Z had already predicted the actions of the Red Death. When the opponent dodges, his other hand also pops out the blade and stabs out at the same time.

With a "snap", the blade flew off the mask of the Red Death.

The mask flew high, hit the ceiling, and landed with a "bang", rolling a few times. At the same time, the shroud floated to the ground.

There was no face under the mask and shroud, no body, no one.

"It's not human!" Duan Feizhuo exclaimed.

"I found out too!" Z said angrily.

The shroud and mask on the ground suddenly floated up, forming the Red Death once again.

— Almost like an immortal ghost.

"Hurry up!" Z yelled, "Xenophon and the others are outside the theater! Go and call them for support!"

"But…"

"quick!!"

Duan Feizhuo gritted his teeth, forced himself to turn around, and ran towards the end of the corridor. "Then take care!"

There stands an exquisite double wooden door, which leads to nowhere. The exit to the theater was blocked by the Red Death, so he could only escape in this direction.

The door was locked. Duan Feizhuo threw himself on the door, no matter how he pushed, pulled, or turned the handle, the door remained motionless.

He pressed the door with one hand, extracting energy from the brass ring and transferring it to the hand holding the door.

With a loud bang, the door burst open.

Behind the door is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. There are many posters on the walls, all of which have been performed in the theater.

There was no other way to go, so Duan Feizhuo could only bite the bullet and go upstairs.

Along the way, the characters in the poster stared at him silently. They were obviously a group of people on the plane, but their eyes seemed to move with Duan Feizhuo.

Going up to the second floor, Duan Feizhuo discovered that this was originally a box on the second floor of the theater.

Great! His eyes lit up. Lord Perilla's box was also on the second floor. During the intermission before, Yeats went to find them, but he is still there now!

Remember the lord's box is number 7. Duan Feizhuo rushed to Box No. 7, where the Lord and his son were watching the play attentively with a small binoculars. Yeats was indeed sitting beside them.

"Mr. Yeats!" Duan Feizhuo called her name in a low voice.

The poet turned his head, "Oh, you're here! I'm so sorry, because the lord was so enthusiastic about keeping me, so I stayed in the box for a while. I'll go back now."

He stood up, noticed that Duan Feizhuo's expression was not right, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Lord Perilla's mother and son also put down the binoculars and looked at him inexplicably, with an uneasy look on their faces.

"Something happened. I was in the corridor just now, and a...monster appeared there." Duan Feizhuo tried to describe the Red Death he saw in as short a language as possible.

Lord Perilla turned pale with fright, his mother, Lady Edith, was much calmer. It is worthy of being someone who has seen big wind and waves.

A faint furrow appeared between Yeats' brows, "That sounds like a talisman, a product of spirit descending."

"That thing attacked me and Z—I mean, the Night Watchman. Are there other mystics here besides us?"

The poet thought about it seriously for a while, "It's very possible. The other party might want to get rid of the night policeman, so he did it when he was alone, but I didn't expect you to be there..."

The words "Why did you stay with the night policeman?" appeared to be written on his face.

A dialogue between Macbeth and Lady Macbeth happened to be on stage.

The actor who played Macbeth said bitterly "Ah! My head is full of scorpions, dear wife; you know that Banquo and his Friens are still alive."

And Lady Macbeth—played by Miss Maud Gunn—says in a viciously secretive tone, "But they are not immortal."

Macbeth added: "That will give me some consolation, they can hurt; so be merry you. Before the bat completes its flight in the dark, the beetle answers Hecate's call with wings Zhao, before ringing the hypnotic evening bell with a droning sound, something terrible is about to happen..."

Suddenly, there was a tooth-piercing sound of "creak" directly above the stage.

Everyone in the theater heard the voice.

The actor playing Macbeth looks up.

The chandelier above crashed and hit him impartially.

Blood splattered on the stage.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-!"

"Dead! Really dead!"

"The curse of Macbeth!"

The audience screamed and rushed to the scene of the crime. The aisle was suddenly overcrowded, and people were pushing and shoving, eager to step on others.

Miss Maud Gunn sat pale and slumped on the stage. Troupe members and theater staff rushed onto the stage. The men frantically raised the chandeliers. The women dragged Miss Maud Gunn backstage to prevent her from witnessing the **** scene.

Yeats got up abruptly, obviously wanting to "rescue" his goddess, but the corridor on the second floor was also full of chaos.

Lord Perilla wanted to run too, but his mother grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Calm down! It's not proper to panic!" Madam Edith reprimanded, "It's just an accident, and it's not like you haven't seen something scarier!"

"But mother..." Lord Perilla's lips trembled.

Yeats looked towards the stage. Miss Maud Gunn had been escorted away by the other actors. The chandelier was removed, revealing the mangled corpse beneath.

Duan Feizhuo narrowed his eyes and looked at the chandelier. He noticed a unique gleam on the cords of the chandelier—the light of the arcane.

"I'm afraid that was no ordinary accident," he said. "The chandelier was destroyed by occult magic."

"Secret technique again?" Lord Perilla trembled. He's about to have a TSD.

Duan Feizhuo mused, "First, he was attacked by a talisman in the corridor, and then there was an accident with the stage chandelier. There must be some kind of connection between the two."

"Maybe," Yeats said solemnly, "there is a mystic who wants to fight in this place, so we need to drive away those irrelevant people and make enough space."

"He didn't hesitate to kill an innocent actor for this?!" Duan Feizhuo was shocked.

Yeats smiled sadly, "Mr. Chester, you know, in the eyes of some mystics, the lives of ordinary people are like ants."

A person stumbled into the box.

"Mr. Yeats, no, it's not good!" It was John Clearwater who came, and he said out of breath, "Madeleine...my sister is gone!"

Yeats was shocked, "You got separated from her?"

John shook his head, "We didn't get separated. Didn't the power suddenly stop for a while just now? Madeleine disappeared at that time! She was sitting next to me before the power outage, but after the call...she disappeared! I still I thought she was here looking for you..."

Naturally, there was no figure of his sister in the small box. The blood on John's face faded instantly.

"Is something wrong with her?" John was about to cry.

"Don't panic, maybe she just went to the bathroom. We'll find her later." Duan Feizhuo said, "You wait at the entrance of the theater first, in case Madeleine has already escaped by herself, and we miss her gone."

John was bewildered and could only nod his head, "Okay..."

Duan Feizhuo turned to the lord mother and son again, "You two, please leave first."

The Lord wanted to run away immediately, but Mrs. Edith looked proudly, "Is there anything we can do to help?"

Duan Feizhuo shook his head, "Thank you for your enthusiasm, ma'am, but ordinary people may not be able to help. There is a hostile mystic hidden here, so leave it to us."

Lady Edith bit her lip. "Okay."

She said to John, "Sir, let's go with you and look for your sister at the door of the theater. Maybe she has escaped long ago."

John wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Thank you, good lady."

Duan Feizhuo said, "By the way, there are other night guards guarding outside the theater. It is Detective Xenophon Thirofit, and you know him too. Can you ask them to come in quickly for support?"

Lady Edith narrowed her eyes. "Shall we go to the Night Watchman?"

"The situation is critical now, and it's not a bad idea to let the night policeman deal with that dangerous mystic."

Lady Edith hesitated for a few seconds, but finally agreed. "…All right."

She had a good impression of Xenophon. In the case of Perilla Manor, it was Xenophon who found their mother and son overnight, and it was Xenophon who dug up the bones of the little boy Barney from the oak forest and returned his body to his parents.

There were fewer people waiting on the second floor, so the lord mother and son and John left quickly.

At this time, the theater was almost empty, only a group of troupe members gathered on the stage, guarding the poor actor's body, waiting for the police.

Z is fighting the red death monster, Madeleine is missing, and an unidentified mystic is lurking in the theater, and the night policemen outside the theater don't know how long it will take to help...

This was the first time Duan Feizhuo encountered such a chaotic and difficult situation.

"Let's go to Miss Madeleine," Yeats urged.

"Hold on."

Duan Feizhuo closed his eyes and stimulated his other senses, just like he did in the basement of Mr. Taylor's house.

His senses turned into countless filaments, stretching out to the surrounding space.

He heard loud footsteps in the corridor, people running and crying.

The actors murmured in horror as to whether this was the theater's curse.

Farther away, he heard the sound of blades piercing through the air, and Z was still fighting the Red Death.

At the same time, his sense of smell extended to search for the scent of Miss Madeleine's perfume.

"...upstairs." Duan Feizhuo said softly.

"How do you know?" Yeats was surprised.

Duan Feizhuo opened his eyes. "I can smell her perfume."

Yeats' expression was a bit complicated, but he didn't say anything, just picked up the civilized staff and followed Duan Feizhuo.

The third floor is already empty, and the audience has already fled.

The perfume here is stronger than downstairs, but Madeleine is not here.

They went up to the fourth floor.

This is the highest floor of the theater. What was Madeleine doing here? Even if she escaped early, she should have fled downstairs...

"Miss Madeleine Clearwater!" cried Yeats. "Miss Clearwater!"

Suddenly, a female scream sounded in a room with a locked door on the fourth floor.

"Help!"

It was Madeleine's voice.

Duan Feizhuo hurried over, trying to open the door. But the door was locked from the inside. Duan Feizhuo gritted his teeth, absorbed energy again, and destroyed the lock cylinder.

With a bang, the door lock exploded.

At the same time, the door opened outwards. Madeleine fell out crying and fell into Duan Feizhuo's arms.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was stained with tears, and her clothes were stained with blood.

Duan Feizhuo looked into the door—it was a small storage room with brooms, buckets and other cleaning tools piled up inside.

A man was sitting on the ground with his back against the storage shelf, his head was tilted to the side, his head was bleeding, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. There was a bucket tilted beside him, and the bucket was also stained with blood.

— Earl Root.

"What happened?" Yeats craned his neck and asked.

Madeleine choked up, "Didn't there be a sudden power outage in the theater just now? I was sitting in my seat when someone suddenly pulled me up. I thought it was my brother or Mr. Yeats, so I followed that person away in a daze. When the lights came on, I realized...that man was Earl Root!"

She covered her face, sobbing, "He said what he wanted to watch a show with me, and invited me to his box. I didn't want to, so he just dragged me here. I was so scared, so I grabbed a bucket Hit him on the head...and he didn't move. I was terrified and didn't know what to do. Here you are..."

As she spoke, she leaned on Duan Feizhuo's shoulder, "You are my savior, gentlemen."

It sounds like a story about a disciple who tried to belittle a woman from a good family, but was beaten unconscious by a woman from a good family. But Duan Feizhuo keenly sensed that this story was somewhat inconsistent.

Does Earl Root really have the guts to belittle Madeleine? He was so afraid of his aunt, knowing that his aunt knew them well, how dare he endanger their fellow travelers?

And the power outage was very short, less than a minute, how could he pull Madeleine away so quickly without alarming the surrounding audience?

Besides, Madeleine is not a weak girl with no power to restrain a chicken. She is a mystic and fully possesses the ability to protect herself. Why should she be afraid of Earl Root who is an ordinary person?

Too many places that don't make sense.

Madeleine snuggled up to him, but he pushed the girl away impatiently.

Madeleine snorted.

Yeats pulled the girl to the door, "Your brother is waiting for you outside the theater. Go and join him. Mr. Chester has been a doctor, let him see Earl Root's injury."

Madeleine pouted, "He's just a prodigal son, why should you care about him? Can the two **** me away? I'm so afraid, in case there is any danger along the way..."

"You can protect yourself, can't you?" Duan Feizhuo interrupted her.

The wince disappeared from Madeleine's face. She put on a playful smile and looked at Duan Feizhuo with great interest.

"Your calm really surprised me." Although Madeleine said so, her expression was not surprised. "When ordinary men see this situation, they will definitely turn into flower protectors and obey me. But you can sit You can't get pregnant, and you even feel something is wrong. Oh...you don't have feelings for women, do you?"

... She really hit the spot.

"What do you want to do?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Madeleine took a deep breath and closed her eyes intoxicated, as if the air was filled with some intoxicating fragrance.

"The first time I saw you, I smelled it." She smiled sweetly, "You have a smell that I am familiar with."

Duan Feizhuo also sniffed vigorously. Does he smell strange?

"I know your scent, I've smelled it before - you are the owner of the secret trading house, right?"

Yeats and Duan Feizhuo looked terrified at the same time.

"I also recognized you as a customer of the trading house. That fox shawl left a deep impression on me." Duan Feizhuo said.

But the fox shawl was not on Madeleine at the moment. Was it ripped off by Earl Root?

Madeleine smiled again, with a kind of tolerance in her smile, as if the older elders could not bear to criticize the younger generation for making mistakes.

"Not only did I recognize you as the owner of the trading house, I also smelled the breath of two acquaintances from you." She took a step forward, with a look of longing in her eyes, "How can you have the power of the two of them?" Woolen cloth?"

By "two acquaintances" she meant Jack the Ripper and Duncan McLean?

But how did Madeleine know... how did she know those two people?

The only one who can interact with those two at the same time is... Scarlet Feast.

There were twelve members of the Scarlet Feast, ten of them were killed by Duncan McLean, the remaining two, one became Jack the Ripper, and the other disappeared.

Duan Feizhuo stared at Madeleine, his pupils suddenly narrowed.

—Madeleine is the last member of the Scarlet Feast?

But that's impossible! The scarlet feast was destroyed five years ago, how old is Madeleine now? She was just a child five years ago, how could she be a member of the Scarlet Feast?

And Duncan McLean also said that the last person who escaped was an old man...

and many more!

Wasn't there really an old man beside Madeleine?

That was her godmother and mentor, Mrs Boyle, the original owner of the Fox Shawl!

But John said that the old lady had died not long ago, and it was for the funeral that he had come to London.

A terrifying conjecture emerged in Duan Feizhu's mind.

He pointed at Madeleine, his voice trembling, "Did you kill Mrs. Boyle and eat her body?"

Yeats was dumbfounded for a moment, but his eyes quickly darkened. He stood beside Duan Feizhuo with his civilized stick tightly, assuming a posture of fighting side by side.

Madeleine threw her head back and laughed uncontrollably.

Her laughter was so sharp and wild, like a siren laughing wildly in a storm, mocking passing ships and sailors.

"Even though it's not in the middle, it's not far away, respected owner of the trading house!"

Her eyes gleamed in the shadows.

"Thank you forerunners for sending you to me! I have searched and waited for so many years. I thought I would never find those two people in my life, but now I can easily take away their power, just like plucking them from a tree. Ripe fruit is so easy!"

She reached out her hand to Duan Feizhuo and whistled.

Duan Feizhuo raised his head, and saw the fox shawl clinging to the ceiling, and two handfuls of blue phosphorous flames ignited in the empty eye sockets.

In the next second, the fox cape turned into a silver fox and rushed towards the two of them!

Duan Feizhuo had seen the power of the fox shawl before, so he had long been on guard, so when he saw the shawl, he jumped back, knocked Madeleine away, and fled into the corridor.

"Where do you want to escape?" Madeleine smiled faintly. "Do you think you can escape? Who do you think stopped the night watchman so that you can come upstairs and look for me?"

Duan Feizhuo was startled. The Red Death was also sent by Madeleine?

The Red Death is just an empty suit and a mask, and the Fox Cape is just a shawl—both using the same occult technique!

"So everything was planned by you." Duan Feizhuo frowned.

"That's right. I've planned to do this since the first time I saw you." The fox shawl fell on Madeleine's shoulders. She touched the fox's tail and glanced downstairs. The poor The actor of Macbeth remains dead on stage.

"This theater is perfect for our stage, isn't it? I wanted to drive away the other audience and compete with you. I didn't expect that when I went upstairs, I was discovered by the mentally retarded Earl Root. I just We had to kill him too."

Madeleine snorted disdainfully, "But that's fine too. So many tragic cases happened here tonight, another actor was crushed to death by a chandelier, another policeman was killed by a monster, and the Earl The storage room was beaten to death, even if there is one more you, no one will be surprised. I even found a scapegoat. Let everyone think it was the ghost of those Irish radicals..."

She giggled.

Duan Feizhuo stared at her in disgust, "Aren't you an Irishman too? Why do you want to entrap your own compatriots?"

Madeleine blinked. "When did I say I was Irish?"

"Aren't you brothers and sisters from Dublin?"

Madeleine smiled and whistled again.

Fox Cape pounced on Duan Feizhuo again.

Duan Feizhuo backed away while absorbing the energy from the ring and turning it into a shock wave in an attempt to repel the fox cape. But the fox's movements are too agile, and every shock wave he releases will be easily dodged.

He regretted not taking Shizhong