I'm not a theatre god

"Oh!"

"Ache!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhh-!"

A door in the courtyard was pushed open, and Jian Changsheng walked out with a strange expression while rubbing his red nose.

"It's weird...why have you been sneezing non-stop these past two days?"

Chu Muyun, who was basking in the sun in the yard, glanced at him and said Youyou, "What? Did the last injury leave any sequelae? Lie down and I'll show you again..."

"No! No need!" Jian Changsheng took a step back suddenly, "That's probably not the reason... My injury has healed!"

After several days of recuperation, the bandages on Jian Changsheng's body have been almost removed. Due to his terrifying self-healing ability, not even a scar was left. Chu Muyun's eyes kept moving on Jian Changsheng's body, as if he was looking at a living specimen with interest.

Chu Muyun's gaze made Jian Changsheng a little scared. Just as he was about to say something, the door of the courtyard was pushed open, and a figure wearing a blood-stained coat appeared in front of the two of them.

"Hongxin, what are you doing here?" Jian Changsheng asked in surprise when he saw the blood stains on Chen Ling's body.

"I didn't do anything. I just killed someone." Chen Ling walked straight to the room. "I have to go to work later. Come back and change clothes."

"???"

Jian Changsheng looked at Chen Ling's leaving figure in astonishment, then turned around and asked Chu Muyun:

"Senior Chu, why does he have work and tasks every day, but I have nothing?"

Chu Muyun, who was reading the newspaper, did not raise his head. "His mission is to collect intelligence, and he found the job himself... If you think you have the ability, you can also find a way to collect intelligence for the organization."

Jian Changsheng held it in for a long time, but could not figure out how to collect information. After Chen Ling changed clothes and came out, he tentatively asked:

"Hongxin, how did you become a reporter? Can you bring me one?"

"..." Chen Ling looked him up and down, "Although the headquarters of the Stars Chamber of Commerce is gone, the president Yan Sheng and several of his stranger men are still alive... Are you sure you want to show yourself outside?"

Jian Changsheng suddenly wilted. He scratched his head and sighed repeatedly, as if a man had only the ambition to serve the country, but he was miserable and helpless at the wrong time.

"Xiao Jian, you don't have to go out and show your face anymore..." At this moment, Chu Muyun suddenly spoke.

Jian Changsheng was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Chu Muyun put the newspaper in his hand on the table with a strange expression, "Your name has spread throughout Aurora City."

Jian Changsheng picked up the newspaper in a daze. It was a little-known afternoon newspaper, but at the moment, the title on the front page of the afternoon newspaper was written with a series of bold and black characters——

"Twilight Club Members Reappear in Aurora City!" [6 of Spades] Set off a bloody storm! 》

The moment he saw this line of text, Jian Changsheng was dumbfounded. He quickly continued reading. This was a report about the Meili Hotel tragedy. It included a photo taken at the scene, in which more than ten figures were lying in a pool of blood. In the middle, mountains of [6 of Spades] are floating in the sky like ghosts in the darkness, which is extremely weird.

"This...this..." Jian Changsheng read the entire article with deep confusion in his eyes.

"Is his [6 of Spades] fake, or am I fake...or are you all fake?"

Jian Changsheng suddenly felt unreal. He had clearly been recovering from his injuries these past few days and had not even left the house. Why did he "set off a bloody storm"? And should I say it, the weird and mysterious [6 of Spades] in the article is obviously more like [6 of Spades] than the resentful guy who is recovering from his injuries at home and doing nothing all day long...

"Of course, what is in the article is false." Chu Muyun pushed up his glasses and said seriously, "Our Dusk Club is a formal organization, and we will not use the fraudulent method of 'one card with multiple uses'."

"Damn it, who is using my name to cheat outside?" Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth, "Don't let me catch him, otherwise..."

Chen Ling on the side lowered her head, looked at her nose and heart, and remained silent.

"But if nothing else, the technique of scattering playing cards is quite stylish." Jian Changsheng changed the subject and felt a little moved when looking at the photos on the news.

"When I find time, I will also buy some playing cards. They will come in handy next time I go on a mission."

Chen Ling:......

…

Han Meng walked alone on the streets of Aurora City, slowly walking through the busy flow of people.

Since entering Aurora City, Han Meng has almost always stayed in a dark prison. He has no place to stay and no familiar people. He walks in this city that is countless times larger than the third district, feeling a little confused in his heart.

His eyes fell on the White Pigeon Square not far away, and he subconsciously walked there.

The bench in front of the fountain that was shattered by him has been restored to its original state. Han Meng sat there alone, watching the people coming and going, as silent as a sculpture.

Perhaps it was because the weather was getting colder. There were no kites in the sky above Baige Square, and there were no children around. Han Meng was quietly thinking about everything that had happened since entering Aurora City, and the words "Lin Yan" were in his mind. Still lingering in it.

"Is it him? Or..."

Han Meng picked up the newspaper and read the report on the second page several times. Then he suddenly stood up and walked to the newsstand at the entrance of the park.

"Hello, I'd like a newspaper."

"okay."

"Not today."

"Ah?" The newsstand owner was stunned for a moment, "Then what day do you want it?"

"Where is the column in the Aurora Daily? I want to look through it first before deciding."

Under the guidance of the newsstand owner, Han Meng walked straight to a stack of newspapers and started reading them one by one. His eyes scanned one name after another, and finally he only took out one copy.

"That's it."

Han Meng held the newspaper in his hand. On the front page, there was a bombshell news: "Overnight, the Stars Chamber of Commerce was wiped out?" 》

This is the first news written by "Lin Yan" in all the "Aurora Daily" in the past year. Han Meng read the article carefully and finally locked the release date of the article...

Immediately afterwards, Han Meng seemed to remember something again and began to quickly browse through today's "Aurora Daily", especially the article exposing the organ trade of the Stars Chamber of Commerce.

Han Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips rested on a certain column of the transaction record photos on the home page... There, a vague name jumped into his field of vision.

"Chen Yan".

All the details of the three articles were quickly spliced ​​together in Han Meng's mind, and an answer came to his mind.

Han Meng stood silently in front of the newsstand for a long time. When the sun almost set, he slowly walked away... He casually stuffed the two newspapers into the trash can on the roadside with a complicated expression.

"I knew you wouldn't die that easily..."

The black law enforcement officer's windbreaker swayed lightly in the cold wind, and Han Meng murmured to himself,

"I'll find you."