Chapter 182 : Why, are you afraid too?

Tserriednich stopped his cursing at that moment.

He glanced at the peculiar "vacuum cleaner" in Shizuku's hand, watching as it absorbed items far beyond what it seemed capable of holding. Then, he looked down at the chains binding his hands and realized he was facing something beyond ordinary logic.

At the same time, he noticed a familiar look in the eyes of this group—the same look he had seen in Morena's eyes.

So that's it, Morena. This is the mysterious ability you've been hiding from me?

His expression remained calm, but inside, he was growing excited.

If he could also master this ability, then what awaited him would be... an unimaginable future.

He had a feeling that his own ability would be incredibly powerful, so much so that even he himself would be afraid of it.

Suppressing his earlier anger, Tserriednich decided to approach the situation from the perspective of these people, aiming to turn the tide in his favor.

With a smile, he said, "I was just collecting them, but someone else is actually responsible."

He lied without a hint of hesitation.

"I know who the murderers are, where the rest of the Scarlet Eyes are, and..."

Kurapika paid no attention to him and instead looked at Germain.

Shizuku asked directly, "Should we make a run for it?"

Germain took out his pocket watch, checked the time, and said, "We have five minutes."

With that, he walked past the prone Tserriednich, heading straight to the entrance of the dark room, and shut the door firmly behind him.

Soon, only the faint green glow of a lamp remained in the dimly lit room.

Tserriednich' face shifted, and his breathing became more rapid.

He opened his mouth slightly, unsure of what to say, and then felt the chains around his body tighten.

Looking up, he saw Kurapika had removed his contact lenses, revealing his scarlet eyes in the darkened room.

Tserriednich had seen those eyes countless times, both in this dark room and in his nightmares, but this was the first time he saw them in the eyes of a living person.

Tserriednich froze.

Kurapika looked down at him and asked coldly, "Why, are you scared too?"

This time, the chains wrapped around Tserriednich's body like a python, stopping him from saying anything sweet.

Ten minutes later.

Germain, Shizuku, and Kurapika quickly washed their hands in the bathroom, then left the Fourth Prince's mansion to meet Bisky outside.

She put her hands on her hips, sighed, and said, "You guys finally came out. I was worried something might happen!"

"Don't worry," Germain replied, "the goal has been achieved. It's all over."

Since Bisky's current form didn't fit in with the dance party, she stayed outside to receive everyone.

When the alarm went off in the mansion and Germain, Shizuku, and Kurapika came out safely, Bisky knew everything was going well.

Now that she heard Germain's words, she felt more certain and much safer.

Speaking of which, the disguises for the three were done with the help of her and Sheila. After all, they were the only women with decent aesthetics on the team.

Bisky noticed more people moving around in the mansion, so she said, "Let's get out of here first."

Everyone agreed.

After the four of them regrouped, they turned left and right on the street, found a car parked on the side of the road, walked over, opened the door, and got in one after another.

Sheila was sitting in the driver's seat.

Sheila was startled by the sound of the door opening. When she turned around and saw them, she sighed in relief and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief.

Bisky didn't get in the car but waved to Sheila from outside and said, "Come on, switch seats."

Sheila quickly changed seats with Bisky, moving to the passenger side. She had been pretending to own the car, but now she needed to be the real driver.

Bisky started the car and drove onto the main road.

As Sheila watched Bisky drive, she said, "A group of police were checking cars nearby. They came over to talk to me, and I almost thought I'd get caught. Luckily, I have my Nen ability..."

Sheila's Nen ability is called "Accumulated Luck," which is a Specialization type.

Basically, Sheila is usually quite unlucky, and it's common for her to get injured. This is because her "luck" has built up over time.

When her "luck value" reaches its peak, she can tap into her "accumulated good luck" and be extremely lucky for a short while.

And that's exactly what happened.

Right after she used her "accumulated good luck," a robbery occurred at the store across the street.

The robber, armed with a gun, grabbed a briefcase of money and rushed out right in front of the police.

The officers couldn't stand by and watch such an arrogant criminal, so they drew their guns and charged at him, leaving Sheila alone because she seemed a bit suspicious.

However, Bisky only gave a simple response to Sheila's comment.

Feeling the tense atmosphere in the car, she stopped talking and gazed out the window.

A quarter of an hour later, when Morena entered the crowded bedroom of the Fourth Prince, the first thing she noticed was a group of six people, all in the same situation as Tserriednich, vomiting in the corner. She wondered if this counted as destroying the crime scene.

They are still too young... Morena thought as she looked at them, considering both their physical and mental ages.

Guided by the guards, she entered the dark room belonging to the Fourth Prince. Her high heels clicked as they stepped into a pool of blood.

She glanced down.

The blood was everywhere, like a faucet that had been left on.

She raised her head to see the "faucet."

The "Dead Prince," Tserriednich, was nailed to the wall, completely naked. His eyes were vacant, with two lines of blood and tears running down his face. All ten of his fingers were broken, and blood flowed from his lower body in a gruesome sight.

He was positioned like a crucifix and was already dead.

It's magnificent, Morena thought.

If His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince could see this, he would surely praise it, right?

Ahh, I almost forgot; His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince has no eyes now. What a pity.

Next to Tserriednich, a symbol was drawn in his blood. It was small but very noticeable.

It was a twelve-legged spider.

"Phantom Troupe..." Morena recognized it immediately. "Is this a frame-up? Or a confession? I really can't figure it out."

"My Fourth Prince, please tell me the truth..."

"Haha, I almost forgot. You're already dead. There's nothing we can do about it."

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