I'm not a theatre god

Han Meng meditated in the court for a long time, and finally turned and walked out of the court. As soon as he walked out of the door, the warm and hot sunshine made him unable to open his eyes.

After staying in the dark prison for so long, Han Meng's eyes couldn't adapt to the sunlight for a while. He blocked the light with one hand and looked around with squinted eyes...

At this moment, a group of people had gathered outside the court. When they saw Han Meng coming out in prison uniform, they burst into warm applause, seemingly cheering for the victory of justice and truth.

Han Meng's eyes fell on the newspapers in their hands. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke:

"Hello, can you lend it to me?"

"Of course, no problem! Sir Han Meng!"

A passerby handed the newspaper to Han Meng. After Han Meng opened the first page, his eyes locked on a huge headline——

"The Law Enforcement Officer in Black in the Era of Chaos - "Criminal" Han Meng"

Han Meng was slightly startled, and his eyes quickly scanned everything, including but not limited to sweeping away underground transactions, purging the law enforcers within the third area, crossing the levels alone to face the fifth-level disaster, challenging Aurora City to protect the survivors in the third area, and even He dug up the story of how he executed the nephew of the president of the Stars Chamber of Commerce in his early years, so that he was not tolerated by Aurora City and exiled himself to the third district...

In this article, he also stated the false accusations made by Fang Lichang against him in the past few days. In an extremely ironic way, he hinted at the absurdity and unfairness of the court's decision... There was not a single sentence between the lines that was meant to defend him, and the writing was objective and fair. , but every sentence combined seemed to exonerate him.

It is precisely this kind of satirical article that mobilized the emotions of a large number of people and made them spontaneously pay attention to the judgment, which invisibly brought pressure from public opinion to the trial court.

Han Meng's brows wrinkled unconsciously. There was nothing wrong with the article itself. All the contents were true.

But the key is that it covers so much detail...it's almost like you've experienced it all.

The doubts in his heart became more and more intense, and his eyes fell on the inconspicuous author's name in front of the article.

"Lin Yan..." Han Meng muttered the name,

"Lin...Yan?"

…

The cold wind was like a knife, slashing across Zhao Yi's face.

He lowered his head and walked quickly through the alley. In the pocket of his gray cotton coat, his hand tightly held a short knife covered in mud, and his palm was already covered with sweat.

Although Han Meng was eventually acquitted, the traitor Old Man Ding was not caught, but fled the court in panic... Zhao Yi naturally would not let him go so easily, and had to teach him a lesson. .

"Damn...where did he go?"

Zhao Yi came to a fork in the road. There were no traces of pedestrians in either direction. He frowned and cursed secretly.

Just when Zhao Yi was struggling, deep in the alleyway in the distance, Old Man Ding's horrified voice suddenly sounded:

"[Six of Spades]...he is [Six of Spades]!! Don't kill me...don't kill me!!"

Zhao Yi's eyes lit up and he immediately followed the sound.

At this moment, outside the two alleyways, Old Man Ding was staggering in the cold wind, grabbing his dirty hair with both hands, looking at the empty air in front of him, with endless fear in his eyes.

"You are [Six of Spades]... No... He is [Six of Spades]!"

"I don't eat playing cards...I really don't eat playing cards!"

"You are [Six of Spades]! You still want to lie to me!! Fang Lichang! I...I...let me go...I don't want to die!!"

"Ghost! You are a ghost!! They are all ghosts!!"

"..."

After two consecutive days of highly tense nerves, coupled with constant fear stimulation, after a long period of numbness and sluggishness, a massive amount of fear was stuffed into his mind, completely breaking through his thinking... Under this silent inhuman torture, Old man Ding has gone completely crazy.

He screamed uncontrollably and ran aimlessly through the alleys, as if something was chasing him, and his eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.

Just as he was about to turn another alley, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a young man wearing a brown coat, with silver half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His slender glasses chain swayed slightly in the cold wind. He looked down at the short figure staggering towards him with indifferent eyes...

Old Man Ding bumped into his chest, as if hitting steel, and fell to the ground.

"[6 of Spades]...Don't kill me!! Don't kill me!!!" Old Man Ding looked at Chen Ling blankly and screamed loudly.

Chen Ling just looked at him quietly. After a moment, his palm slowly stretched out from his pocket...a dark and cold pistol was pressed against Old Man Ding's forehead.

The crazy old man Ding no longer had the reaction that a normal person should have. He just kept repeating those words, begging [6 of Spades] not to kill him, like a wriggling and ugly maggot.

"The performance is very good." Chen Ling slowly opened her lips,

"Congratulations on wrapping it up."

boom--!

The fire burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and a bullet instantly pierced Old Man Ding's skull. A bouquet of blood splashed on the surface of the brown coat. As Old Man Ding collapsed to the ground in a dull and stiff manner, a pool of blood spread silently in the alleyway.

At the same time, a figure in a gray cotton-padded coat hurriedly turned around. After his eyes glanced here, he stayed in place.

A wisp of green smoke floated from the dark muzzle. In front of the blood-stained brown coat, Old Man Ding's body was already lying in a pool of blood, with hideous features like a fearful demon...

"You..." Zhao Yi looked at Chen Ling, who was expressionless, with a look of horror on his face.

He never expected that besides himself, someone else wanted to kill Old Man Ding, and moreover, he shot him in broad daylight?

Of course Zhao Yi remembered that face. Just a few minutes ago, they were sitting side by side in the gallery, but the reporter Lin Yan left earlier than him... Could it be that he left early just to kill Old Man Ding? ?

But...but why would he do this?

A gust of cold wind blew through the alleyway. On both sides of the bloody corpse, two figures faced each other in deathly silence.

Chen Ling also didn't expect that Zhao Yi would appear here at this time, but looking at the other party's appearance, he could probably guess Zhao Yi's purpose... This kid became more and more courageous after killing someone once.

Chen Ling glanced at the other party with narrowed eyes, put the pistol back in his pocket, turned around the fork in the road slowly, and left.

"wait!"

Seeing this, Zhao Yi immediately stepped over Old Man Ding's body and followed him in a hurry.

But when he turned the corner, the reporter was nowhere to be seen...