I'm not a theatre god

"...Sir Han Meng."

The moment she was stopped by Han Meng, a hint of guilt flashed in Chen Ling's eyes, but she quickly returned to normal, "What do you want from me?"

"A fusion person actually dares to sneak into the ranks of law enforcers... You are so courageous." Han Meng said slowly, "Tell me, what is your purpose?"

These words fell in Chen Ling's ears like thunder!

Did he find out? !

No...impossible...the one he fought with last night was the red paper monster, and he didn't even see my face from the beginning to the end! How could he recognize me at a glance?

"Ah?" Chen Ling's eyes were filled with confusion, "Sir Han Meng... what are you talking about?"

"What I mean, don't you understand?"

"……not understand."

"Where were you last night?"

"sleeping at home."

"What about before that?"

"Practice singing in the wild with my brother."

"Your brother is practicing singing, why are you going?"

"He is timid and wants me to accompany him."

"What song are you practicing?"

"Farewell My Concubine."

"What's the last line?"

"……oops!"

"What about the penultimate sentence?"

"...Tai Gu has a look!"

Han Meng asked questions extremely fast, leaving no time for Chen Ling to respond.

As Chen Ling answered, cold sweat broke out on his back. When it came to the last three questions, he almost turned around and ran away.

Chen Ling has never been exposed to dramas in this world and doesn't know what kinds of dramas there are. He can only bite the bullet and talk about the one he was most familiar with in his previous life... He can only bet that Han Meng doesn't understand drama at all!

As for the lines, this is really not a problem for Chen Ling. Peking opera performances were often performed in the theater in his previous life. He listened to "Farewell My Concubine" no less than twenty times. In the end, Xiang Yu turned around and found the scene where Yu Ji committed suicide. He still remembered it very well. clearly.

Facts have proved that Chen Ling made the right bet.

After asking the last question, Han Meng stared straight at Chen Ling, his eyes seeming to see through his heart... After a few seconds of silence, Han Meng slowly spoke:

"Oh, I might have made a mistake."

This guy is really cheating on me!

It seems that the sap blow last night was lighter!

Chen Ling took a deep breath and said, "Sir Han Meng, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"Wait a minute." Han Meng stopped Chen Ling, "Which street are you being transferred to?"

"...District 2, Bingquan Street."

"Don't go home yet...just go over there."

"Huh? It doesn't mean we have three hours to prepare..."

"This is an order."

Han Meng's four simple words blocked all Chen Ling's words.

Chen Ling and Han Meng looked at each other in the cold wind, their cotton robes and windbreakers flying, and the world fell into a dead silence...

I don't know how long it took before Chen Ling slowly said: "I know..."

"It takes up to two hours to get to Bingquan Street in District 2 from here. After two hours, I will confirm with you whether you have arrived... Do you understand?"

Chen Ling gritted her teeth and said, "My legs are tired from walking, so it will take a little longer."

"I'll call you a rickshaw."

"..."

Han Meng simply interpreted the word vigorous and resolute to the extreme. He stopped a rickshaw puller Lifu on the street, who was the one who had talked to Chen Ling when he came here, and then told him directly that Chen Ling should be delivered to Bingquan Street on time. , he reimbursed the expenses on the road.

So, under Han Meng's watchful eyes, Chen Ling reluctantly got on the rickshaw and drove straight to the second district.

Watching Chen Ling leave, Han Meng stepped on the burned cigarette butts under his feet and snorted coldly.

"Brother Meng, why are you targeting him?" Jiang Qin came over confused.

"Don't you think it's strange?" Han Meng replied calmly,

"On the night when the gray world met, Li Xiuchun and Chen Tan went to the mass grave in the rain, saying they wanted to pay homage to their son... The next day, Calamity happened to break into their house and killed the two law enforcers who were following them. Only the two of them were let go...and during this process, the two Chen brothers happened to be away from home and had no alibi. "

"But, we have already explained how to worship our son. Many years ago, the couple had a son who died in infancy..."

"You're missing the point."

"ah?"

"The point is not to worship your son, but to brave the heavy rain that has been rare in the Aurora Realm for ten years before dawn to worship... Do you think a child who died young and has no emotions is worth what they do? ?”

"This..." Jiang Qin was speechless.

"Zao Yao'er, as well as practicing singing opera, are all Chen Ling's unilateral remarks without any evidence." Han Meng patted Jiang Qin's shoulder, "As law enforcers, we have to use our own eyes to see, not Listen with your ears.”

"...I understand, Brother Meng."

"I understand, just follow me to No. 128 Hanshuang Street."

"What to do?"

"Chen Ling has been dismissed by me... All that's left is to interrogate Chen Yan." Han Meng's eyes narrowed slightly.

…

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

The hammer struck rhythmically, driving the nails into the wall little by little.

As the wooden boards were laid neatly on the wall, the original big holes were gradually repaired. Chen Yan wiped the sweat from his face, fixed the last wooden board in place, and then sat on the chair panting.

He looked back towards the living room and saw the man wearing silver-rimmed glasses curiously looking at the wooden planks he had just laid, wondering what he was thinking.

"I don't even know how to help..."

Chen Yan murmured softly.

Chen Yan actually didn't want to let this man into the house, but the man in his hand held an autographed letter from his brother, and he was a serious guest.

However, why has he never heard his brother mention that he still has friends in Aurora City?

Just after Chen Yan finished, the man stood up slowly, walked to the tightly nailed wooden planks, and said in surprise:

"how did you do that……?"

"It's not difficult to build a house. When I was a kid, my brother took me to build a wooden house...even though it was for birds to live in." Chen Yan raised his head proudly, "I heard that the people in Jiguang City are very delicate, so building a house should be done You don’t have such good skills, do you?”

The man was about to say something when a rapid knock on the door came.

"The law enforcer is asking questions, open the door immediately!!"

Upon hearing these words, Chen Yan's face turned pale instantly.

He didn't know why the law enforcement officers suddenly came to the door, but his intuition told him that it was definitely not good for them to suddenly come to ask questions at this time...

Chen Yan thought for a moment and said to the man, "When you open the door later, you will say that no one is home."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hid in the bedroom and hid his appearance.

"Law enforcer..." The man frowned slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped forward and opened the door.

Behind the door stood Han Meng and Jiang Qin.

Jiang Qin was startled when he saw a strange man opening the door. He looked at the door number again and said in confusion, "That's weird...are you going to the right place?"

When Han Meng saw the man, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why are you here?"

"Who I thought was...it turned out to be you." The man raised the corners of his mouth, pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses, and spoke slowly, "I should have thought of it earlier, District Three is your territory."

Seeing that the two were chatting directly, Jiang Qin, who was on the side, leaned into Han Meng's ear and asked in a low voice: "Brother Meng, who is he?"

"Aurora City, the miracle doctor Chu Muyun."