I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling nodded slightly and walked in.

The participants of this banquet were all familiar figures to Chen Ling, including the prosecutor, the defense lawyer, the nine reporters who sat in the audience that day, and... Chen Ling's eyes fell on an old man wearing a gray cotton coat, short and dark, with shifty eyes.

And the ungrateful witness, Old Man Ding from District 3.

At this moment, Old Man Ding was standing on the edge of the stage, staring at the beautiful woman in a dress playing the violin with his narrow eyes. His eyes were like an obscene and dirty boning knife, peeling from the other's exposed white skin to the place covered by the cloth...

He held the red wine glass in one hand, with a smile on his lips, and seemed to be very intoxicated.

Chen Ling recognized him. He was an ordinary resident of the street next to Hanshuang Street. He didn't have a proper job on weekdays, and relied on his wife to work in the factory to earn money to support the family. He was the object of gossip and criticism by the old ladies at the street corner all year round.

Chen Ling remembered that when she rescued him, he was following a group of refugees, groaning and looking like he was going to die. At that time, Chen Ling didn't think much about it in order to gather the audience, and directly pulled him onto the train. Unexpectedly, this old man Ding entered Aurora City and became the only betrayer in District 3...

"How is it, pretty?" Prosecutor Fang Lichang walked to the side of the old man Ding and spoke lightly.

"Pretty, pretty!" The old man Ding pursed his lips, "In our District 3, you can't see such a beautiful girl... Aurora City is still good, like heaven."

Feeling the naked lust of the old man Ding, Fang Lichang frowned unconsciously. He knew why others were unwilling to approach this old man Ding. Staying with someone like him simply lowered his own level.

Fang Lichang glanced at him, "Beautiful women are everywhere, but Bach's "Aria on the G String" is not something you can hear in the countryside of District 7..."

"The prosecutor is right. I haven't even heard of this thing in District 3. It's really fashionable!" Old Man Ding clapped his hands and patted the horse in a clumsy way, but his eyes didn't intend to leave the two white thighs.

Fang Lichang took a deep breath, thinking that this guy was an important witness after the trial, he tried to say calmly:

"As long as you behave well in court, you will get money. You can have as many women as you want..."

"I want her! I want her!!" Old Man Ding suddenly became excited and pointed at the beauty on the stage and said, "I want her to give me... um, I want her to teach me that tune, I want to learn violin!"

Fang Lichang's face was ashen, and he turned around and left without saying a word. He really didn't want to say a word to this pervert.

Seeing Fang Lichang leave, Old Man Ding scratched his forehead, which had few hairs left, and continued to stare at the beautiful woman playing the violin on the stage. At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Ding, I'm curious."

Old Man Ding looked back and found that it was a young reporter in a coffee-colored jacket.

"What are you curious about?"

"If I remember correctly, if it weren't for the defendant Han Meng who desperately defended the city gate, you wouldn't be able to enter Aurora City at all." Chen Ling slowly said, "You are now testifying in court. Don't you feel guilty?"

"Conscience? That thing is worth a lot of money. Can you help me get a wife and learn violin?" Old Man Ding sneered, "I didn't ask that Han Meng to open the door for me. He wanted to do it himself. What does it have to do with me?"

In the depths of Chen Ling's eyes, a cold murderous intent flashed.

Then, this murderous intent turned into a smile. He smiled at Old Man Ding, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face.

"Okay, I understand."

Chen Ling turned and left. "Zhuo Shuqing, have you finished your manuscript?" A reporter called Chen Ling. Several tabloid reporters were gathered together at this moment, as if they were talking about something eagerly.

"I arrived a little late today and haven't finished writing yet."

"Several of us have completed the first draft and handed it to the prosecutor. You are too slow." Another reporter joked, "Criticizing [Black Spade 6] is big news. If you miss it, you will be so angry that you will beat the bed in the middle of the night."

Chen Ling raised his eyebrows, and a thought quickly came to his mind, "By the way, have you seen the real [Black Spade 6]?"

As soon as this sentence came out, several reporters and the defense lawyers who were chatting together were stunned at the same time.

"How could he have seen it... It's hard to say whether this person even exists in the Twilight Society?" A reporter thought, "It's probably because a [6 of Hearts] came out some time ago, so that person picked a [6 of Spades] card to bluff people. Who could have seen him?"

"I have heard some rumors about [6 of Spades]."

"Oh?"

Reporters are curious after all. As soon as Chen Ling said this, everyone became interested. "What rumors?"

"It is said that this [6 of Spades] changes unpredictably. Sometimes it is an old man, sometimes a child, and sometimes a beautiful woman..."

Catching the word "beauty", Old Man Ding's ears moved and he immediately turned around and came over.

"What beautiful woman?"

Seeing Old Man Ding getting involved, everyone looked a little disgusted, but they didn't say much. A reporter asked in confusion, "Wait, why does this sound a bit like that [6 of Hearts]? Isn't it said that he also has the ability to change?"

"It's different. This [Six of Spades] seems to have no entity, like a ghost, and can possess people." Chen Ling lowered his voice and said, "It is rumored that he has a cruel personality and is extremely vindictive... Almost everyone who has seen him has... All were tortured to death.”

"Ghost? Are you so evil?"

"Aren't all the people in the Twilight Society so evil? This is pretty good..."

"It makes sense. The [6 of Hearts] who set himself on fire was even more evil than him. I was at the scene at the time, and the smile he had before his death... was so penetrating."

"..."

The reporters started chatting with each other. After listening for a long time, Old Man Ding found that there was nothing about the beauty, so he could only return to the bottom of the stage with interest...

At this moment, the violin music ended and prosecutor Fang Lichang slowly walked onto the stage.

Everyone quieted down in understanding.

"I have read all your press releases, and they are very well written."

Fang Lichang's voice echoed in the banquet hall. As he began to speak, seven or eight waiters pushed the dining cart to the bottom of the stage. Silver metal covers covered the steaming dishes. Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.

"...To thank you all for your cooperation, the Stars Chamber of Commerce and I also specially organized this banquet and invited the best chefs in Aurora City to cook some top-notch dishes for everyone. After everyone has finished drinking, you can have a taste …”

"This banquet can be regarded as our early celebration banquet. I wish you all success in Aurora City in the future and all your dreams will come true."

After Fang Lichang finished speaking, he raised his wine glass high. Everyone in the audience also raised their wine glasses in cooperation, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

After a few glasses of red wine, Fang Lichang's cheeks were a little tipsy. He was in a good mood at the moment, and he immediately waved his hand to

"Let's have dinner!"

Bright lights shone on the metal cover of the dining car, and the smooth surface reflected the expectant gazes of the people around. As the waiter slowly opened the metal cover, bursts of swallowing sounds came from the surroundings.

But the next moment, everyone was stunned on the spot.

On the delicate and neat plate, there were no delicious dishes. Instead, there were mountains of playing cards...

Today’s main dish - [6 of Spades].