I'm not a theatre god

Meili Hotel.

The most luxurious hotel in Aurora City is a 23-story Western-style building. Its castle-like appearance is particularly conspicuous in Aurora City, which is generally only four or five stories high. Above the hotel lobby, there is a twinkling star. The Chamber of Commerce sign hangs quietly.

Prosecutor Fang Lichang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, overlooking the city where he had lived for more than thirty years. He suddenly felt that it was not as big as he imagined. Just standing here, he seemed to have stepped on it. underfoot.

"Sir." A well-dressed waiter came up behind him and said politely, "Are you satisfied with the accommodation here?"

Fang Lichang nodded slightly,

"Where is President Yan Sheng? Didn't he come?"

"The president doesn't live here, but he has already ordered that the best rooms will be reserved for you and your companions. At the same time, all your expenses in the past few days will be paid for by the Stars Chamber of Commerce." The waiter replied with a smile, " The president said that this is the Chamber of Commerce’s own place, and only high-level officials and celebrities from Aurora City come and go. Even the law enforcement officers don’t dare to mess around here, so don’t worry.”

"I know Guyuan. He will not do anything inappropriate. It doesn't matter whether the law enforcement officer dares to come." Fang Lichang waved his hand casually, "However, the information about me in the president's hands..."

"Don't worry, the president has said that as long as Han Hanmeng is sentenced to death in the verdict two days later, all your information with the president will be destroyed and no one will know about it anymore."

Seeing this, Fang Lichang finally relaxed a little and took a sip of red wine. As a light and mellow aroma entered his stomach, his gaze overlooking Aurora City began to blur.

"Sir, the president has prepared a banquet for you tonight in the Yunxiao Hall on the top floor. Please attend on time."

"Um."

Fang Lichang seemed to have remembered something, "By the way, have everyone else checked in yet?"

"The defendant's defense lawyer, witness Old Man Ding, and eight reporters have all completed check-in... Only reporter Zhuo Shuqing from Aurora Daily has not yet registered."

"Zhuo Shuqing..." Fang Lichang nodded slightly, but didn't take it to heart.

"I see."

The waiter bowed respectfully and closed the door.

He took the elevator to the first floor and was about to continue working when he saw a young man wearing a brown coat and carrying an expensive crossbody bag walking into the hotel lobby behind the Arc de Triomphe. He looked around and seemed to be very interested in everything here. curious.

Seeing this, the waiter walked forward quickly, with a trademark etiquette smile on his face:

"Hello sir, our hotel is fully booked today, you..."

"Didn't you say there was a banquet here tonight?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Excuse me, what is your name?"

"Aurora Daily, Zhuo Shuqing."

The young man took out his press pass and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"It turns out to be Mr. Zhuo, sorry." The waiter smiled sheepishly, "Of course you have a room, please come with me."

Zhuo Shuqing followed him, his eyes fell on the Star Chamber of Commerce logo in the center of the hall, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Zhuo, don't you have any luggage?"

"No."

"Okay, here is your room key. The room is on the nineteenth floor. I will take you there."

The waiter pressed the elevator button for Zhuo Shuqing. Through the glass semi-enclosed structure of the elevator, the entire Aurora City gradually shrank under Zhuo Shuqing's feet, and finally stopped slowly on the nineteenth floor.

"Sir, this is your room."

The waiter opened the door for Zhuo Shuqing. The furnishings inside were still much simpler than those of Fang Lichang, but compared with other hotels in Aurora City. Simple and elegant furniture was placed throughout the room, including a three-meter-long writing table. Behind it is a huge window overlooking the entire Aurora City.

"For the safety of you and others, you'd better not leave the hotel during this period. If you need anything, you can call me. Tonight's banquet will be on the top floor and will officially start at seven o'clock." The waiter introduced skillfully,

"Also, before attending the banquet, you'd better complete a draft of the news about Han Meng's case. The prosecutor will then conduct a preliminary review."

Zhuo Shuqing walked into the room, nodded slightly,

"good."

As the waiter closed the door, Zhuo Shuqing began to wander around the room, scanning every corner of the room with his light blue eyes, seemingly checking whether there was anything else planted... such as a bug. .

But it turned out that the Stars Chamber of Commerce was not that thoughtful. After confirming that the room was safe, Zhuo Shuqing casually tore off his face, revealing the face that originally belonged to Chen Ling.

He slowly sat down on the leather sofa, his eyes fell on the pile of draft paper and the pen that had been prepared on the desk, and he said lightly:

"Using such a large hotel to protect the court's judgment... is really a generous move."

Zhuo Shuqing was frightened by Chen Ling and naturally did not dare to get involved in this matter anymore. Chen Ling also needed to find a breakthrough to penetrate into the enemy. Zhuo Shuqing's identity and this banquet were undoubtedly related. the best choice.

Chen Ling took out a piece of draft paper and quickly started writing on the paper. Several key words were connected by him:

[6 of Spades], [Plague], [Organ Trading], [Prosecutor], [Old Man Ding], [Lawyer]...

After a wonderful performance in court, Han Meng's crimes became more serious. If he wanted to exonerate Han Meng, he had to solve the root cause... For Chen Ling, he actually already had a solution, but he What I want is not just to clear Han Meng's name...

There were glimmers of light in Chen Ling's eyes. After pondering for a long time, a good script appeared in his mind.

He took out a match from the paper box and struck it gently. The dazzling flame ignited a corner of the draft paper and spread silently, as if it was going to burn up the entire cold night.

…

Seven o'clock.

Chen Ling, who changed into Zhuo Shuqing, pushed open the door of the banquet with both hands.

As the bright electric light dissipated the darkness, a magnificent hall in the clouds appeared before his eyes. In this city where most ordinary people could not afford expensive electricity bills, nearly a hundred electric lamps were lit in the hall in front of him. As the elegant candlelight danced silently around the hall, the entire banquet hall was as bright as day.

In the middle of the banquet, a beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress was playing a simple violin. The melodious sound of the violin echoed in the banquet. More than a dozen figures walked leisurely among them, changing glasses from time to time, chatting and laughing.

"Mr. Zhuo, you are finally here." The waiter at the door checked off the last name on the list and was slightly startled when he saw the camera on Chen Ling's body.

"Sir, no photography is allowed at this banquet..."

"Oh? Really?" Chen Ling smiled slightly, took off the camera from her chest and put it on the table, "Then just put it here for storage first, is that okay?"

"No problem, please come in."