The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The crowd in the dance floor didn't notice that the man had fainted. They continued to dance excitedly to the rhythm of the music. Even when Ophelia helped the guy out, no one was surprised. Even the security guards at the dance floor were used to it.

Throwing the man onto a chair, Ophelia returned to her search. Her Blacklight Body's excellent vision allowed her to quickly examine every face in the dazzling light. Given Eric's age and status, it was unlikely he'd be enjoying himself on the dance floor. Madame Viper quickly scanned the crowd and then moved on.

She recalled the volume she heard on the phone.

It looks like Eric is still in a private room.

"Ma'am, the Olsanka Congress and Health Hotel has called the police."

"...They found out so quickly?" Ophelia walked away from the dance floor and into the VIP passage. "I left no signs of a fight, and I've cleaned up the bodies. I even tidied up my room. Why would they call the police?"

"The reason for calling the police was that an unknown armed person broke in."

The Hydra soldier on the other end of the communicator reported, "We believe this has nothing to do with you, and these intruders are not ours. They entered Olsanka about two minutes ago and were discovered by security while trying to break into the room. After a conflict, they fled the hotel."

"I understand. Keep paying attention and try to find out where these people went after they escaped from the hotel."

Ophelia hung up the call and looked towards the VIP channel entrance.

Without VIP credentials, it was obvious that I couldn't get past the two guards and walk in directly.

I'm afraid I'll have to climb the ceiling again.

But the entire wall of this VIP entrance was sealed off to the ceiling. No matter how high I climbed, I couldn't get through. Should I break through the wall violently? There were two guards stationed below, and falling debris would surely be noticed by them. I had to think of other options, like climbing out and looking for other entrances... or perhaps devouring a security guard? That way, I'd even figure out the entire structure of the employee entrance.

Realizing her growing indifference to killing unrelated people, Ophelia observed a brief moment of silence before truly setting her sights on easy targets. Not just the security guards, but other nightclub staff were also included in the selection process, with the unluckiest of them all being targeted.

...Maybe I can torture him with a gun?

At worst, you can just knock him out.

Just then, Ophelia caught sight of a familiar face.

Duchess Amalie Noctenula was sitting alone in a corner, smiling and raising a goblet towards this side. She was wearing a purple sequined tight skirt with a hollow design at the waist. Not only was the neckline wide open, but her two long, white legs were also visible. Several men had gathered around her.

Look at that face again, the expression seems to be saying: Congratulations on discovering me.

The spider sense gave no warning.

This means that she doesn't have any ill will towards me, at least not yet.

But why is she here?

Ophelia frowned, but decided to go over.

"Sorry, guys, the one I'm waiting for is here." Amari stood up, ignoring the pleas of the handsome guys next to her. She walked over, put her arm around Ophelia's arm, and walked out. "What could be more surprising than finding you at my favorite nightclub? Isn't that right, ma'am?"

"Have you finished your work? Do you have time to snoop on my movements?"

"Are you talking about selecting a backup venue? I've actually already finalized a preliminary plan. After all, I haven't slept at all these past two days." Amari pressed herself against Ophelia's body. "Besides...it's my job to share your worries. You were staring at the VIP entrance just now. Do you want to go in? I can take you right in."

"You've arrived at the perfect time, then. Where did you get this information?" Ophelia didn't break free. The two of them were gradually approaching the VIP entrance. Amari tucked her hair in her hand and said, "Of course I stopped the car that was delivering your clothes. Then I waited at the surveillance team's station. I knew where you were going the moment I heard you...Okay, ma'am, we have to put on a show for security. Do you understand me? Please forgive my impoliteness."

After she finished speaking, she touched Ophelia's waist without any hesitation. "While I was in the car, I couldn't help but start to imagine what you would look like in this dress. The result really surprised me... By the way, where is the cheongsam you wore earlier?"

"lost."

"That's a shame, ma'am."

Before Ophelia could say anything, the two of them had already arrived at the door. The security guard actually knew Amari and nodded at her before opening the door.

The door behind them slammed shut, and the music from the dance floor died down slightly. Without waiting for Ophelia to urge her, Amali released her hand. "Well, ma'am, you can continue with your task, or would you like me to assist you? I guess you don't have time to understand, so I'd like to introduce you to the situation here."

"Tell me about it." Ophelia slowed down to survey the VIP area's facilities and rooms. She knew, after thinking about it, that the VIP rooms wouldn't be open to the public. She simply hoped to find a room with a bodyguard posted at the door. She could then identify the bodyguards accompanying Eric tonight. A quick glance would guarantee they were there.

“The first time I came here was in 1977…”

Amari began to explain the situation here, but soon stopped and turned to look at Ophelia. "Would you mind if I continued to be rude for a while? Madam, we separated so far after entering. Others might find it strange. I don't mean any harm, but this is just to cover our actions."

"I'll give you one more chance, tell the truth."

Mrs. Viper's expression was half-smile.

"All right......"

The Duchess put her hands behind her back, her eyes slightly playful, and the smile on her lips seemed very malicious. "Your indifference really hurts me, Madam. I have always felt that our relationship could be deeper. I am very suitable to be friends, really."

"Are you saying that you showed up here tonight just to make friends with me?"

"Relationships always deepen, don't they? I'm pretty good at it." The two of them happened to walk into a secluded corner. Amari took two steps forward and leaned against the wall, blocking Ophelia's path. "Did you know that vampires can dream, too? Madam, although this usually requires medication and rarely happens, especially for me, it's been so long... You have impressed me, and that's the truth."

Ophelia didn't mind her rudeness: "If I disturbed your dreams, that's normal. I'm good at it."

Amari was shaking with laughter.

It must be said that this woman's appearance was indeed quite impressive. Otherwise, if she were uglier, Madame Viper wouldn't have the time to waste with her. The Duchess continued to laugh for a while, gazing into Ophelia's eyes. "I've been observing your interactions with Grand Duchess Nisha, and your attitude towards Duke Casimir... My feeling is correct. I know you actually..."

"Actually what?"

Just when Amari was about to continue speaking, a voice gradually approached, and Ophelia took two steps away and stopped talking.

Several drunken men appeared at the end of the corridor.

This was not the target person. Ophelia gave Amari a look and continued walking, ready to complete the work she had not yet finished.

"Hey! Ladies~~~~?"

Unsurprisingly, her well-groomed appearance attracted attention. Several men, reeking of alcohol, were clearly losing their composure. "What are you doing? Oh...you're so beautiful. Are you locals?"

"Can I play with them?"

Amari whispered, “Let me solve these obstacles for you.”

"Okay."

Ophelia glanced at her and turned around to break out of the encirclement.

Her movements were so swift and stealthy that the drunks had no time to react. One man instinctively tried to chase her, but he stumbled and fell to the ground, holding onto the wall, causing his companions to laugh. Amali opened the door beside her and invited them: "Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm still here."

The gentle laughter can still be caught by the hearing.

Ophelia, however, didn't have the energy to pay attention anymore. She hadn't expected to find the target of her search just by turning a corner. Two men in suits were standing at the door, one on each side. She recognized them at a glance.

Eric's bodyguard.

He brought out a total of 4 people, which means there are still 2 in the room.

The VIP room was very spacious. Ophelia had just observed that there were barriers at the entrance to the room. Combined with Amari's introduction, she knew that there was at least one short passage inside the VIP room, and the other bodyguards should be inside.

"Oh, there you are."

Amari's voice came from behind.

"...I thought you were ready for some fun."

The Duchess arrived just in time, just as the bodyguard's gaze turned to Ophelia. Lady Viper naturally turned sideways, letting Amalie embrace her. Then she lowered her voice and said, "I'm going to take action. Just watch the door."

"Of course, you don't think I really want to waste time with those drunks, do you? After all, my motive is very pure. I came here for you." Amari replied softly, her hands moving without any intention of stopping: "Well, I think I have to let go of your body..."

Before she finished her words, Ophelia turned and attacked.

Two PB pistols were raised with lightning speed, and with a casual flick of the wrist, the bullets penetrated the heads of the two bodyguards at the door. Without pausing, she stepped forward and stepped into the entrance, her eyes meeting a pair of surprised eyes to her right.

Snapped--!

Even with a special suppressor installed, the sound of the gunshot was still very harsh in this passage. The bullet hit the man's forehead, and he raised his head and fell backwards to the ground.

Luckily the music was loud.

However, Ophelia heard panicked shouts from within the room.

Someone must have seen it.

She increased her speed, kicked off her high heels, stomped her feet on the ground, and propelled her body towards her target.

Her buffering ability then activated, and Ophelia halted her charge, revealing only a small portion of herself at the entrance at the end of the internal passage. Her sight caught the raised gun muzzle, and with a flick of her index finger, she fired the PB pistol again, striking the bodyguard in the chest and face, one after the other.

Ophelia took a step forward, baring her entire body to the screams of the women in the room. She raised her other PB pistol in her left hand and pointed it at the antique dealer Erich Forsberg, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa. The man was completely naked, his fat face and throbbing belly reminding her of the German officer named Ludek Hoffmann from many years ago.

"Everyone, get out."

A bullet hit my ear, and the prostitutes in the room crawled out.

"Hey! Who are you?"

Eric raised his two palms: "We can talk! What do you want? Someone hired you to kill me? I'll pay double the price! No, I'll pay five times! How about it?"