I'm not a theatre god

Early morning.

Zhao Yi slowly opened his eyes from the worn-out sofa.

He glanced at the wall clock and sat up slowly and with difficulty. The old sofa frame creaked and hummed. When Zhao Yi sat up straight from the sofa, he was already sweating.

He took off his shirt with both hands and walked to the narrow floor-length mirror. In the reflection of the mirror, a hideous whip wound was lying on his back. The torn flesh showed no signs of healing. Instead, the dark spells around the wound penetrated deeper into the flesh.

Zhao Yi reached out and touched it gently, grinning in pain. At the same time, Ling'er's crisp voice came from behind the door:

"Brother Zhao Yi, are you awake?"

Zhao Yi put his shirt back on and opened the door. He saw Ling'er standing outside the door after changing her clothes, blinking at him.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yi's voice was as gentle as possible.

"Brother Zhao Yi, didn't you say you had to get up early to attend the court hearing today? I'm ready."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll change my clothes and come."

Zhao Yi closed the door and quickly changed his clothes, putting on his old gray cotton coat on the outermost. He was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped when he saw a drawer beside the table.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he struggled in his heart.

After a while, he took a deep breath, took out something from the drawer, and quickly stuffed it into the pocket of his cotton coat...

It was a short knife with a cold gleam.

After doing all this, Zhao Yi pushed open the door as if nothing had happened, smiled and took Ling'er's hand, "Let's go."

The other residents in District 3 were already ready. Some held banners, and some held loudspeakers. When they saw Zhao Yi and the other two coming down, they counted the number of people, and a group of people walked towards the court.

"What are you going to do?" Zhao Yi asked puzzled.

"If those people frame Commander Han Meng again, we will hold the loudspeaker and curse at them! Let's see who has the loudest voice!"

"That's right, can they say something white is black? Do they really think we are dead?"

"Xiao Yi, we have planned it. It doesn't matter if we are kicked out. Everyone shouting one by one will always have some effect..."

Everyone was talking, Zhao Yi's expression was a little helpless. His right hand in his pocket touched a touch of coldness, and his eyes gradually became serious.

They walked through the streets and finally came to the court. They completed the registration with ease and were about to enter the audience seat, but they were stopped one after another.

"The loudspeaker is a prohibited item and is not allowed to enter." The law enforcer's words directly shattered everyone's fantasy.

"This... How can this be considered a prohibited item..."

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt anyone... Can we promise not to talk?"

"Who said this is a loudspeaker? This is my scarf! If you don't believe me, I'll wear it for you to see..."

The law enforcers had long remembered these people, and no matter how they cheated, they refused to let the loudspeakers in.

The crowd had no choice but to compromise and temporarily put the loudspeakers outside, but then there was a very strict body search. The law enforcers took out a banner from a resident and showed an expression of "as expected".

"Banner is also prohibited from entering."

"??? But we didn't have this rule last time!"

"Guess why this rule was set?"

Everyone:...

Zhao Yi saw this scene at the door, his face was a little ugly. He didn't expect the security this time to be so tight. One hand tightly grasped the handle of the knife in his pocket, and he was silent.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you?" Xu Chongguo saw that his face was not right, and walked up to ask.

Zhao Yi didn't say anything, but secretly took out a piece of the handle of the knife from his pocket, showed it to Xu Chongguo, and then quickly stuffed it back.

Xu Chongguo saw the thing clearly, his face changed, and he immediately dragged Zhao Yi aside and asked in a low voice:

"Why do you carry a knife?"

"Old man Ding, that ungrateful wolf, if he farts in court again today, I will go up and stab him to death!" Zhao Yi's eyes flashed coldly, "Without witnesses, they can't convict Han Meng..."

"Ridiculous!" Xu Chongguo snatched the knife from his hand, looked around to see no one, and buried it in the soil of the flowerbed beside the steps.

"Xiao Yi, I know you value friendship and want to clean up the traitors for District 3... But if you do this and get yourself involved, what about Ling'er? She only has you as a relative now!"

Zhao Yi opened his mouth to say something, and Xu Chongguo immediately spoke:

"Don't say we can take care of her! In that child's heart, you are already her irreplaceable brother, just like your father's position in your heart... She has already lost her grandmother once, do you want her to experience that kind of pain again?"

Zhao Yi was stunned, he was silent for a long time, and slowly lowered his head.

Xu Chongguo took a deep breath, pulled Zhao Yi and walked into the courtroom, handed over the banner, and after passing the security check, everyone disappeared at the gate.

Shortly after they entered, a figure in a brown coat stepped onto the stairs slowly.

He walked straight to the registered law enforcer, with a look of confusion and panic on his face.

"That..."

"Reporter Lin?" The law enforcer had met Chen Ling once, and seeing that he looked unhappy, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I just passed by behind you and saw... I saw someone fainted there."

"What?"

The law enforcer was stunned, and immediately took a few companions with him and walked toward the back door. Sure enough, he saw a short, dark figure lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Isn't this the witness, Old Man Ding?" A law enforcer asked in surprise when he saw the familiar face.

"Old man Ding??"

The other law enforcer looked happy and hurriedly ran in one direction. A moment later, Fang Lichang, wearing a black windbreaker, walked quickly.

"Found him? Where is he??"

"I don't know why, but I fainted here... It looks like I fainted from hunger?"

"Do you want to send me to the hospital for a check-up?"

"There's no time. The court will begin immediately." Fang Lichang confirmed that it was Old Man Ding and that his physical condition was all normal. He was immediately ecstatic. Now he even had the last chance of winning. He was 100% sure of the court's verdict this time!

He immediately said, "He is fine. Wake him up and prepare to testify in court!"

After saying that, he hurried towards the entrance where internal personnel entered the court.

At the door of the court, Chen Ling saw this scene from a distance and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

He passed the security check with ease, held a camera, and returned to his original auditorium seat. Surrounded by the survivors from District Three, Wen Shilin was temporarily unable to attend because he was busy with other matters.

As everyone sat down, Judge Guyuan slowly walked from the entrance. Chen Ling in the auditorium gently pushed down the half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and murmured to herself:

"The show...is about to begin."