I'm not a theatre god

"dad……"

In the dungeon, Jian Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.

The dim moonlight shone from the steel windows overhead, like a corner of white snow spread on the damp ground. Those dark and empty eyes stared at the concrete slab above the head for a long time before they regained their sense and thinking little by little... It was like a computer that had been shut down for too long, slowly and erratically amidst the buzzing of broken parts. was restarted.

He remembered that this was the secret underground of the Stars Chamber of Commerce, a strictly guarded taboo area, and a solid prison cell made of steel and cement...

And he is a prisoner of the Stars Chamber of Commerce.

"Stars Chamber of Commerce...Yan Family!!" Jian Changsheng lay on the ground like a corpse, his chest heaving violently, endless anger pouring out of his heart, wishing to burn the entire cell.

Since leaving Hōdō Kozo, his memory has been fragmented. First, he paddled desperately on the frozen sea, and then fell into a coma. When he woke up, he was already on the execution table of the Stars Chamber of Commerce, preparing to start soul-crushing evidence... After that , one after another painful punishment that can tear apart the soul.

It was a pain that Jian Changsheng had never experienced before. Countless times, he felt that he was about to lose himself in the pain of his soul, but there was always a force that pulled him back. His will was shattered again and again. Cracked and reshaped, the cycle begins again and again.

Jian Changsheng even felt that compared with the pain he had experienced, those oil pans or Ling Chi in hell were nothing more than child's play.

He clenched his fists angrily, but loosened them helplessly... He stared blankly at the hazy moonlight falling above his head, and even had the idea of ​​committing suicide to end it all in his mind.

No...he can't die yet. He finally regained his talent and his life. Not only did he fail to start a counterattack life, he couldn't even go home to see his father. He How could he just die here?

But what if he is alive? The Qunxing Chamber of Commerce already knows that he killed Yan Xicai, and will never let him leave alive. Perhaps what awaits him will be endless torture, until his soul is broken and dissipated by torture, and he ends up in the most miserable way of death.

Just as Jian Changsheng was struggling, the moonlight falling from the top of the dungeon flickered slightly. Under the interplay of light and shadow, it seemed as if a mysterious hand was playing with the slender moonlight.

Jian Changsheng was stunned. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the corner of the white ground along the moonlight...

Fine dust floated in the moonlight, and a clown figure shrouded in shadow emerged on the ground. His joints were connected to nothingness by silk threads, like a controlled puppet. His face was ferocious and angry. , clutching a few of the threads with both hands, as if trying to tear them all off.

In the upper left corner of the pattern, a row of vertical letters form a pattern, which is ancient and full of mystery - [JOKER]

This is a playing card, a gray "King".

"This is..." Jian Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this playing card.

He was once a law enforcer in Aurora City. No matter how low his status was, he had heard of an organization whose code name was poker... The existence of that organization was a taboo. Their danger and madness made all realms feel threatened. .

The moonlight flickered, and the projection of the playing card was gently flipped over. On the pattern on the back of the card, a line of small words slowly emerged:

"To survive, or to die?"

Seeing this line of characters, Jian Changsheng was shocked. At this moment, he finally realized what he was facing... That taboo organization was actually watching him?

Why?

Although they were just being watched and did not get the chance to join, there were definitely not many people who could get their attention. Jian Changsheng had long heard that the Twilight Society had few members and would not easily absorb new people. A [Shura] path would naturally not become a The reason why he is being watched... Although there are few people on this path, there are still a few in Aurora City, not to mention that he is just a newcomer to the Shinto.

Then why did they notice themselves being imprisoned in the dungeon?

Because he withstood four rounds of soul-crushing evidence searches? Or is it because of something else in myself?

Jian Changsheng didn't understand, but he didn't need to understand, because the answer before him at this moment was obvious...survival or death? How could he choose the latter?

He barely hesitated and spoke hoarsely and firmly:

"I want to live."

The moment these three words were spoken, the poker projection on the ground faded and disappeared... There was no answer, no vision, nothing happened, as if everything just now was just Jian Changsheng's illusion.

In the dead darkness, Jian Changsheng sat quietly in the center of the dungeon, looking at the corner of the moon that represented salvation, as motionless as a sculpture.

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squeak——

The door of the house slowly opened, and Chen Ling followed Chu Muyun into a spacious Chinese-style courtyard.

"This is your home?" Chen Ling glanced at the surrounding rockeries, gardens, and pavilions not far away, and asked in surprise, "You have such a big property in Aurora City?"

Chen Ling was really shocked. The last time he saw a courtyard of this size was when he went to Sioux City Gardens in his previous life... At that time, he had to pay 70 yuan for admission.

This kind of house is already expensive in the seven major districts, and it is definitely a wealthy family in Aurora City. He originally thought that Chu Muyun, as a member of the Twilight Society who hides his identity, should live in a small, dark and remote corner. He didn't expect to live in such a mansion so openly and in such a high-profile way that he didn't expect.

Bai Ye held his hands in front of him and followed him from behind with a smile.

"The people that Divine Doctor Chu usually comes into contact with are the top management of Aurora City and celebrities from all walks of life. In order to seek health and longevity, those people all queue up with a lot of money to wait for our Divine Doctor Chu to use his wonderful skills. Otherwise, why would I keep following you? With this guy?

This guy is the only one of our members in Aurora City who has a high status, a lot of property, and can spend his money openly... Taking advantage of his benefits is much better than hiding in a dark corner. "

Chu Muyun pushed up his glasses and explained unhurriedly, "There are more people in Dusk Club who are more capable than me. It's just that I have been lurking in the Aurora Realm for a long time and accumulated some knowledge."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something and looked at Chen Ling.

"After this incident, your original identity can no longer be used at all. Maybe you should consider arranging a new identity for yourself in Aurora City... This should not be difficult for you."