novelhk Chapter 262 Oh, the punishment, you've died again!
Chapter 262 Oh, the punishment, you've died again!
The weather wasn't very good; sparse, dark clouds covered the sky, like a prelude to rain.
Even so, the Zubair Theater was still packed with people, and the impending heavy rain could not dampen the audience's enthusiasm.
Before the curtain was even drawn, the theater was already packed with seated audience members, all eagerly awaiting the moment when the tightly closed red curtain would be pulled back, to witness the stunning and breathtaking dance.
Just like countless times before.
But amidst this tense wait, a furtive figure stood out starkly from the anticipation in the air.
"Hey friend, new here? Looks like you must be a fan of Miss Nelu too, right? You have good taste!"
"You look like a newcomer from another country. Would you like to consider joining Miss Nilu's fan club?"
In a secluded corner, a suspicious-looking young man lowered his voice, his narrow eyes flashing with a morbid fanaticism.
He patted the shoulder of a boy in black next to him, trying to get close to him, his expression excited.
After all, anyone who would go to great lengths to see Miss Nel's performance, just like him, is definitely a kindred spirit!
Mu Feng stared at the eloquent young man before him, whose appearance seemed somewhat familiar, and fell into a long silence.
Hey ber, dude, it's you again.
Although time has taken its toll on the other person's youth, revealing the superficiality of their once dignified face.
But he quickly recognized the owner of that face as the so-called "President of Miss Nilu's Fan Club".
In the simulation, this guy was sent to the Disciplinary Headquarters and given a good scolding for stalking Nel.
Unexpectedly, after being released, this guy not only didn't try to mend his ways, but actually went back to his old ways.
However, the chairman seemed to have mistaken Mu Feng's silence for tacit approval and continued his eloquent sales pitch.
"Hey bro, I have to say, you newbie really hit the jackpot meeting me today!"
A smug smile appeared on the young man's emaciated face as he thumped his thin chest loudly.
"Now, please allow me to formally introduce myself to you. I am Rajton, the president of Miss Nilu's fan club!"
Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in them beneath his hood, and calmly retorted:
"Oh, so you are Mr. Trash Can, the president of Miss Nel's fan club. I've heard so much about you. My apologies for not recognizing you sooner."
"I just don't know, does the president of your association guarantee the quality of the produce?"
Rajtong was very pleased with the first part of the flattery, but the chairman was immediately displeased when he heard the second part.
"What? You think I, a guild leader, would sell you a greenhorn?"
"To tell you the truth! I have Miss Nilu's private photos that are not available on the market!"
If it weren't for that despicable bastard who interfered seven years ago, he could have had many more rare photos.
With a fierce rebuttal, Rajtong put on a proud expression and arrogantly raised his chin.
"How about it? This is an exclusive perk for our fan club members. These are all private photos that I painstakingly stole... uh, collected. They're incredibly valuable and a rare find!"
"Since we're destined to meet, join Miss Nilu's fan club now for only 990,000 Mora!"
Lajiton waved the thick book in his hand, his face showing a pained expression. This was a necessary sacrifice for the organization's development, and the kind Miss Nel would surely understand his good intentions.
I heard that the bastard who took Miss Nel for himself disappeared a few years ago. It's amazing that the Grass God has such great eyes!
Miss Nel must have seen all his hard work during this time. He still has hope, right?
The wind stopped, the rain ceased, and he felt he could do it again.
Mu Feng smiled, satisfied, and pressed the recording device in his pocket. "A perfect device that can imprison but not confine. Continue speaking, I'm listening."
"Okay, go to this address and give the other party the device, the keepsake, and the photos. He will pay for it."
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The president left happily, and Mu Feng left too. If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Trash Can is doomed.
Stalking young girls, secretly photographing and selling them—according to the laws of Sumeru, each of these offenses would be enough to get him into serious trouble with the disciplinary officials.
Who doesn't have a big star in their family? There are definitely no shortage of wealthy businessmen and politicians who covet Elodie, but those restless people are probably all dead by now.
What? He did it? That's pure slander. They clearly deeply reflected on their sins and decided to atone with their deaths.
Oh, by the way, before they died, they voluntarily donated their property to the Hearth House to take care of the poor, weak, and helpless orphans.
Amen, may the Lord forgive their sins, or not forgive them.
The lights slowly dimmed, the curtain rose, reflecting the slightly gloomy sky outside the window; the performance was about to begin.
Mu Feng stepped across the last ray of light and darkness, slowly walked into the audience, and headed towards that familiar seat.
The curtain had not yet been drawn, and the theater was shrouded in the deepest darkness. In the dim light, there was a sudden sense of disorientation.
It's as if the illusory passage of time is nothing more than a dream from last night, and parting is merely a birth in another time and space.
He placed the still-steaming rice tower on the armrest, pulled up his hood, and sat down quietly to wait.
Light appeared in the darkness, silence replaced everything, the curtain rose, and today's dance performance was titled "Goodbye".
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"Miss Nilu, it's better to carry an umbrella on rainy days. Even those who possess the Water Element Eye of God should be careful not to catch a cold."
"Nil, Nil, come back! Don't think you can't catch a cold just because you have the Water Elemental Eye! Come back!"
Memories intertwined as the girl caressed the unfamiliar umbrella in her hand, her aquamarine eyes filled with confusion and loss.
It's so similar... to that time, that tone...
But, Brother Mufeng, why isn't it you behind her...? Even in her dreams, she won't come back to see her.
How many partings must one experience in nightmares before becoming numb to sorrow and pain? The answer is always, next time.
Longing always accumulates slowly, past memories turn into nightmares, and in the end, they still couldn't reach the destination together.
Leaping off a cliff is the price of becoming a hero.
But she had a despicable selfish thought. Sometimes, she would think, if he weren't a genius, a sage, or a hero, could they have lived a peaceful life together?
The young dancer's lips curled into a bitter smile, but in the dreamless reality, there are never any "what ifs".
She was a little hungry. She left dinner aside, but had no appetite. She wanted to eat rice balls, the kind that Brother Mufeng had personally brought.
Calls came from outside the changing room; it was time to go on stage.
She stood up and carefully placed the umbrella away, though she didn't know why she was doing it.
Brother Mufeng, for the 576th performance after you left, Nilu had already reserved a seat for you.
It's the same place as before, I'm afraid you won't be able to find it. It hasn't changed at all, not once, not once.
So you'll come, right?
Because today's dance performance is titled "Goodbye".
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