I'm not a theatre god

"My survey of the scene and extraction of the wreckage seemed to have been recorded and reported by the law enforcement officers stationed at the time...I admit that my attitude was a little tough when I took out my press pass, but isn't it what reporters should do to investigate the truth? Today Law enforcement officers came to investigate, but fortunately I hid the investigation information of the license plate, the wreckage and other clues and evidence, and they did not find it..."

"They seem to be afraid of what I am investigating. The more this happens, the more it proves that there is a secret behind it... But they are too cautious. So far, all my clues have been cut off, and the investigation has reached a bottleneck..."

"I know what to do next! Since the car containing trinitrotoluene exploded midway, it means that the required raw materials were not delivered that day. If I continue to squat late at night, maybe I can encounter the transportation process again? But the original transport road has been blown up and is still being rebuilt. Which road will they use to transport it? "

"I surveyed all the streets in West City, and there are not many roads that can meet the width of trucks. Moreover, it can be deduced from the route of the last truck that exploded that the vehicles came from the Seventh District... In other words, they will definitely pass through the west side city ​​gate."

"This is my third day at the camp. For three days, no vehicles have passed by late at night."

"This is the tenth day of squatting, and I still haven't found anything...Am I wrong?"

"This is the sixteenth day of the camp, and I finally found a new truck! It seems that they were worried that someone would pay attention to this matter after the explosion, so they specially left a safe period of more than ten days... However, , they seemed to underestimate my patience.”

"It can be seen that the truck has been upgraded this time, with higher safety performance, but the transportation speed is also slower... I followed the truck secretly until it reached the military restricted area deep in the center of Aurora City. I couldn't enter there because That was the Aurora Base, the origin of Aurora City and even the entire Aurora Realm, and it was also the most heavily guarded place in the entire Aurora City.”

"I took a photo of the car entering the Aurora base, and also took a photo of the license plate. Sure enough, that car was also part of the law enforcement system..."

"This is the twenty-third day of my camp. I squatted in a truck that also transported trinitrotoluene. How much of this stuff are they going to send to Aurora Base? According to my calculations, the current explosive equivalent in Aurora Base is, It’s enough to blow up half of Aurora City!”

"I was well prepared this time. I placed [Miao Pen] and notebooks around the checkpoint at Aurora Base in advance. They lived up to my expectations and completely recorded the conversation between the transport driver and the law enforcement officer at the checkpoint... There is not much in it. There are only four words for valuable things, the most crucial...'Hand of Salvation'."

"..."

At this point, this manuscript is completely over. The last four words "Hand of Salvation" have been emphasized and bolded, as if someone was sitting at the table and kept using a pen to deepen these four words in confusion, trying hard to think about something. .

"The law enforcers are transporting large amounts of explosives to Aurora Base?" Chen Ling frowned, "Is this the 'Hand of Salvation'? What exactly do they want to do?"

Chen Ling basically knew the rest... Wen Shilin's secret investigation was eventually exposed. All evidence, including photos, explosion debris, and license plates, were stolen by Cheng and handed over to law enforcement. Only this manuscript has been preserved, but such a manuscript contains only speculations and records without evidence. It does not have the characteristics of news at all. Even if it is told, few people will believe it.

But having said that, Wen Shilin is really patient when it comes to news investigation... Staying late at night for 23 consecutive days? No normal person has this kind of free time.

Chen Ling put away these manuscripts and walked straight outside the house.

The courtyard in the night was as quiet as ever,

The bandaged Jian Changsheng was lying in the room like a corpse, motionless; Chu Muyun was sitting on the rocks by the pond, looking at the sparkling moonlight on the water, thoughtfully.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Ling walked up to him and asked.

"Read the news."

"information?"

"The Gray King just sent a letter." Chu Muyun pointed to the moonlight on the water, "But, he has left now..."

Chen Ling looked at the reflection of the moonlight in surprise, then looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and couldn't help but sigh, "This Gray King's methods are really amazing... What did he say?"

"He asked me to recruit Jian Changsheng into the Twilight Club."

"ah?"

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, but then she thought that when she was at the manor, the other party had transformed into a mysterious warrior of the divine way, and fought back and forth with the red paper monster, and suddenly felt that Gray King's decision was reasonable... Jian Changsheng If he is absorbed into the Twilight Club, won't he have another 'monster' like him? The Twilight Society seems to like to attract such weird people, including itself.

"Yeah...it's normal."

Chu Muyun shrugged, stood up from the stone, and walked straight into the house.

"Let's go and call out that unlucky boy... He probably wouldn't have thought that he just took a nap and woke up with a plan." Chu Muyun paused, "Of course, this plan is the same as that of the King of Hell. The invitation is no different…”

Chu Muyun walked straight to the room. The sleeping Jian Changsheng didn't seem to notice the two of them approaching, and was still snoring slightly... Seeing this, Chu Muyun slowly raised a finger and poked Xiang Jian Changsheng's wound.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Jian Changsheng screamed and jumped up from the bed.

"You black-hearted doctor! How long are you going to torture me?!" Jian Changsheng was angry. He opened his eyes and shouted, "Didn't you say I could take a nap? What do you mean by poking my spine now?" ?”

When he saw Chu Muyun and Chen Ling standing together, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then said suspiciously,

"You... know each other?"

Chen Ling smiled and said nothing.

Chu Muyun looked at him expressionlessly and spoke slowly:

"Jian Changsheng, on behalf of the Dusk Society, I congratulate you on passing the exam... However, it seems that you don't intend to cherish this opportunity?"

Jian Changsheng was stunned on the spot.

"You...you you you..." Jian Changsheng's eyes widened in disbelief, "Are you from the Twilight Club?"

"Yes, and one thing you said is right... I am indeed a 'black heart'." Chu Muyun took out a playing card from his arms and placed it on the table. On top of the card, there was a huge "Spade" "clear and distinct.

[7 of spades].

Jian Changsheng's face suddenly became ugly. He recalled the scene two seconds ago when he pointed at Chu Muyun and yelled, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead... He sat down obediently on the edge of the bed, and an awkward smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under the bandage. ,

"That...Senior Chu, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings..."