I'm not a theatre god

"What? Everyone is missing??"

In the private villa, Yan Chang's eyes widened in shock.

Prosecutor Fang Lichang stood in front of him, his head slightly lowered, his face very gloomy...

"The ten reporters I hired with a lot of money finally instigated the rebellion of the defense lawyer, and the only witness I found through all possible means... You told me that they disappeared under your nose??"

Yan Long's body was trembling, and he threw the teacup on the table with all his strength, "Fang Lichang! What did you do?!"

Fang Lichang opened his mouth and said bitterly:

"It was the [6 of Spades]... I chased him out at that time, and even after circling around, I couldn't find any trace of him. When I rushed back as soon as possible, the hall was already empty... All the news drafts were burned. Light, there’s blood and playing cards all over the floor, it must be the [6 of Spades] who took them away!”

The squinting man on the side also had a very ugly expression, and responded in a deep voice, "President, we may have really offended the Dusk Society this time... In a sense, this is more serious than offending the law enforcement officer."

Yan Sheng's fists gradually clenched, and his joints began to turn white. After a long time, he slowly loosened his fists...

"Twilight Club...why is it such a coincidence?"

After all, Yan Sheng has been in business for many years, and his character has been tempered for a long time. He does not want to take revenge on the Dusk Society because he has a very deep understanding of the Dusk Society in these years of traveling in various realms. Even if Aurora City is his home ground, he will not provoke him. Those crazy people are also absolutely seeking death.

Therefore, Yan Sheng could only grit his teeth and swallow in the end. He looked at Fang Lichang coldly:

"I don't want to worry about anything else. I just want to know, how confident are you about tomorrow's court ruling?"

Fang Lichang pondered for a moment, "It doesn't matter those reporters, they can be found again if they are gone. I also asked the defense lawyer to burn Tan Xin's letters in advance, so their key evidence for a comeback is gone... The only troublesome thing is that Old man Ding.

Without Old Man Ding, it would be a bit troublesome to punish Han Meng for the crime of 'collecting protection fees' and 'underground trading', but the crime of 'Six of Spades' is actually enough for Han Meng to execute the death penalty..."

"I am 80% sure of the outcome of the verdict!" Fang Lichang replied firmly.

After hearing this, Yan Sheng's expression finally softened a little. He looked at Fang Lichang for a long time and waved his hand helplessly:

"Go ahead...you'd better keep your word. Don't forget, you still have something with me."

Fang Lichang's expression changed slightly. After bowing to Yan Sheng, he turned and left...

…

Old man Ding was completely numb.

He moved slowly and hard, walking on the wilderness, his eyes were hollow as if his soul had left his body, and his whole person had become a walking corpse.

He didn't dare to recall what he had experienced that night. He met "Fang Lichang" three times in succession. Each time, the situation, tone, and even the costume were different, but the other party always used it when he finally let down his guard. All kinds of weird ways shattered his fantasy of redemption.

By the end, Old Man Ding couldn't even feel the fear anymore. That face had been deeply engraved in his soul. He was like a puppet being manipulated wantonly, and his reason and logic were tortured to the point of complete loss.

If he could see through the void, he would find that above his head, a thick and huge [Heart Python] was already pressing down on his shoulders like a hill.

Overnight, [Heart Python] swallowed a huge amount of fear, causing its body to grow thicker. At this moment, it yawned lazily, as if it could no longer eat...

At the same time, Old Man Ding, who was walking numbly, saw a familiar figure gradually appearing at the end of the road.

Seeing that face, Old Man Ding's empty eyes finally responded. Struggle and pain appeared on his face, and his legs weakened and he knelt down in front of the man.

"I can't stand it anymore...I really can't stand it anymore..."

"Kill me, I beg you to kill me... I really can't run anymore..."

Before the man could speak, Old Man Ding rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground.

Whether physically or mentally, Old Man Ding has been tortured to the limit. The fainting at this moment is because his brain is protecting his own safety, and it has become his only relief at the moment.

Chen Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, "Is this the limit already..."

He shook his head, picked up the dead old man Ding, threw him back into the abandoned warehouse, and locked the door from the outside.

After dealing with him, Chen Ling looked at the time and walked straight towards the Aurora Newspaper office...

Yes, he went to work at that time.

When Chen Ling pushed open the door of the newspaper office, Wen Shilin, who was sitting at his desk, noticed him and walked up to him:

"Lin Yan, where did you go after hearing the court yesterday?"

"Oh, I went to do some research."

"About Han Meng?"

"right."

Wen Shilin had such an expression on his face and patted his shoulder hard, "Although I don't know why the Stars Chamber of Commerce targeted Han Meng, this kind of frame-up is really disgusting... Lin Yan, you With a righteous heart, I really saw you right..."

"...?" Chen Ling saw appreciation and praise in Wen Shilin's eyes. He even suspected that Wen Shilin's next sentence was: I see the shadow of my youth in you.

"Mr. Wen, I really want to ask you for something." Chen Ling seemed to remember something, "Reports on the organ trade of the Stars Chamber of Commerce..."

"Don't worry, I understand what you mean."

Wen Shilin, with huge dark circles under his eyes, pointed to the thick pile of manuscripts on the table, "I'm ready."

Chen Ling said sincerely, "Thank you."

At this point, all preparations for Chen Ling's performance have been completed, leaving only the last crucial step...

Chen Ling walked to her work station, picked up her camera and notebook, and headed out.

Seeing this, Wen Shilin's face flashed with surprise, "Where are you going?"

Chen Ling turned around and pushed up the half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"...to interview someone."

…

Aurora City, Dark Prison.

In the dark and cramped cell, Han Meng, wearing a black prison uniform, sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed to meditate.

The purple torch beat silently outside the corridor. In the eternal silence, a sudden commotion came from afar... Han Meng frowned slightly and opened his eyes in confusion.

He heard a series of footsteps approaching.

"You only have five minutes..."

"We are always watching you, don't try to do unnecessary things."

"Once we feel that there may be a risk midway, we will stop at any time... Go in."

squeak——

The cell door was slowly opened. Surrounded by the vigilance of a group of law enforcement officers, a figure wearing a brown coat and half-rimmed glasses stood quietly in the outline of a purple torch and slowly walked into the cell where Han Meng was located. .

"Hello, first time meeting you."

Chen Ling closed the cell door with her backhand and smiled at Han Meng.

"I'm Lin Yan, a reporter from Aurora Daily... Can I borrow some of your time?"