I'm not a theatre god

This sudden scene made everyone around them go blank.

Ever since the lights went out, everything that happened in front of them was impacting their cognition, so much so that their brains were basically shut down at this moment. But with the accompaniment of the "drums" of violins cracking skulls, they finally came back to their senses. , the most primitive and intense fear surged into their hearts!

"The madman...is the madman from the Twilight Society!!"

"The prosecutor has been possessed by [Six of Spades]!! Run!!"

"I don't want to die...I don't want to die!!!"

"..."

The frightened screams frightened Old Man Ding. Several reporters around him got up and rushed directly towards the door. But he wanted to move, but he couldn't muster the strength. A warm current flowed from between his feet, and he was so frightened that he became incontinent on the spot.

It was also at this time that Old Man Ding saw the demon-like figure holding the violin disappear again. Like a ghost, he caught up with the fleeing people one by one and knocked them all to the ground.

Continuous explosions sounded, and within just a few seconds, Old Man Ding became the only person in the hall who remained awake.

Scarlet blood flowed silently in the hall. The man walked slowly among the maggots moaning in pain, casually overturning the table full of candles, and the swaying flames ignited the news drafts flying in the sky, and each one was framed with slander. Fire butterflies feeding on them suddenly filled the hall!

Squeak—squeak—

The man placed the half-broken bloody violin under his chin, and the longbow played strange and chaotic music again. With every step he took, a reporter's hand bones were trampled, and he let out a sharp and painful wail.

Among the flying fire butterflies and bloody reflections, the original violent aesthetics are intertwined with the weird acoustics of the performance at this moment, sublimating to the extreme.

After half a song, all the reporters present had their hands trampled and were unable to write another word for the rest of their lives. The severe pain made them all unconscious... In the horrified eyes of old man Ding, the figure playing the violin gracefully , had already passed through the hall and came to him.

Buzz—!

This weird piece of music came to an abrupt end as one of the strings broke and made a piercing buzz!

The embers of the fire butterfly disappeared in the pool of blood, and the bright hall slowly fell into darkness again. Old Man Ding witnessed the face gradually sinking into the shadows, and issued a question that seemed to come from the netherworld:

"...do I play well?"

Old Man Ding couldn't speak half a word, his teeth were chattering crazily, and everyone around him seemed to have been trampled to death. He knew that he would be the next one...

Perhaps due to the explosion of his potential between life and death, Old Man Ding screamed, he got the strength from nowhere and rolled up from the ground, rushing towards the corridor without looking back.

This time, Chen Ling didn't stop him.

He looked at Old Man Ding's leaving back, with a joking smile on his lips. He would not let Old Man Ding escape so easily, because the other party still had some use value.

Chen Ling tore off the face of "Fang Lichang", walked slowly through the dead pool of blood, walked to the door, picked up the camera on the table, looked at the hall behind him and the bloody [6 of Spades] on the floor, and pressed shutter.

Click——

The bright light of the spotlight flashed, lighting up the dark hall for a moment.

Chen Ling then dragged all the unconscious people out of the house and put them into the carts used to transport dishes. She glanced at the empty hall and closed the door for them gracefully and lightly.

…

Meili Hotel, side entrance.

A group of ruffians squatted in the cold wind, shivering.

"Boss, what's the point of calling us here to wait in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah...at this point, the dogs are all asleep!"

"Isn't this a high-end hotel? The person we want to fight this time won't be a big shot, right?"

"..."

Several gangsters rubbed their cold red hands and asked in confusion. The gangster boss squatted on a big rock with a cigarette in his mouth and frowned at the dark hotel in front of him.

"Just wait and see, we won't hit anyone today!"

"If you don't want to hit anyone, then why are we here?"

Just as the gangster boss was about to say something, a figure wearing a waiter's uniform slowly walked out of the side door with a cart... He blinked and looked hard, and found that it was the reporter Lin Yan, and he suddenly became energetic.

"Boss, I called everyone here as you said!" the ruffian boss walked up and said.

"Yeah." Chen Ling said calmly, "Take the people in these cars back, find a place to tie them up, and knock anyone unconscious with a stick when they wake up. Wait until seven o'clock the next morning, and then tie them up." Let them out on time, understand?"

The gangster boss was stunned for a moment. He has been in this business for so long, and this is the first time he has encountered a kidnapping with so many demands... Even the time for release has been calculated?

Chen Ling casually took out a few banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the gangster boss, "Here are the rewards for the last time I found someone and the rewards for this time. Take them and make the people under my command keep their mouths shut."

When the gangster boss saw the amount on the banknote, his eyes suddenly widened and he immediately said:

"Old...boss, these two small jobs don't cost so much money..."

Keep the change, please.

Chen Ling waved his hand, glanced in the direction where Old Man Ding left, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Go to work, I still have things to deal with..."

His figure gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

Looking at Chen Ling's leaving figure, the gangster boss could only think of the words "big money" in his mind. The younger brother on the side stepped forward and saw the amount of the banknote, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Boss, this boss is too generous...can we have this money?"

"Yes! Why not?"

"Didn't you say that you have to be honest in the world of martial arts? You shouldn't take more than you deserve..."

"That's when we get paid from others. This time it was the boss who took the initiative to tip more. Can it be the same??"

The ruffian leader solemnly stuffed the banknotes into his arms, looked at the carts, stepped forward and took away the tablecloths covering them... He felt slightly sad when he saw ten miserable-looking figures crowded together inside. One jump.

"My dear, where did this boss come from? How ruthless is he?" The boy on the side had a look of astonishment on his face.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." The gangster leader slapped him with his hand.

"Everyone works for me! Please help me do things beautifully this time. If the boss says they can't wake up, then no one can wake up! Don't sleep tonight, everyone is waiting with sticks for me. Let's see who can wake up." The first sign of waking up is two sticks, do you understand?"

"clear!!"