I'm not a theatre god

After hearing this, Chen Ling finally put the wine glass back on the ground and wrote a line in a column of the form:

"No sightings."

Then, he ordered a new glass of whiskey and walked to the next Bingquan Street resident.

"Name."

"..."

"Name!"

"Sun Laoliu."

"Did you see the disaster?"

"I...I..." Sun Laoliu swallowed when he saw what happened to the big man just now, "I didn't see it."

Chen Ling nodded and continued to walk to the next person.

Seeing Chen Ling beating everyone down and then asking questions calmly, an idea emerged in the minds of Sun Laoliu and others at the same time...

Did someone named Ma trick me? !

Didn’t it mean that those sent here were all chicks from the reserve seats?

Judging from his ghostly dodge ability just now, he is not far different from a law enforcement officer, right? Or... is he originally a law enforcement officer?

Could it be that the incident on Bingquan Street was exposed, and the man surnamed Ma planned to take this opportunity to deal with them all, and then clear his name and go ashore?

The more unpredictable everyone became, the uglier their expressions became. They all stared at Chen Ling, fearing that after this guy finished asking questions, he would take out his gun and kill them all one by one.

Chen Ling leisurely recorded everyone's confessions and pressed their fingerprints. For those who had been knocked unconscious, he directly wrote "no witnesses" and then forcibly took fingerprints.

Immediately afterwards, he went to the boss and asked for a thick rope, tied everyone's hands together, and then pushed open the door of the tavern.

"Thank you for your cooperation...see you tomorrow."

The young man wearing a ripped cotton coat stood at the door, smiled at everyone in the tavern, and turned to leave.

The messy tavern fell into dead silence.

Are they not dead?

After an unknown amount of time, Sun Laoliu woke up from that gaze, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He turned to look at his boss,

"...Why are you standing there stunned? Come and help us untie it!!"

…

"Did you hear gunshots just now?"

In the teahouse, a law enforcer spoke hesitantly.

"No...have you misunderstood?" Qian Fan answered casually while playing mahjong, "Don't worry, the people in Bingquan Street still have a sense of proportion. When it comes to playing, they will use knives and guns to take matters into their own hands." It’s hard for anyone to make a big fuss.”

"Too."

"Is that boy named Chen Ling still coming out today?"

"It's hard to say...his sales are better than Wu Youdong's. If those people were more ruthless...tsk."

"If someone is killed, will it be difficult for District 3 to explain?"

"What's so hard to explain? A poor boy from Hanshuang Street. He heard that his parents were so frightened by disaster. Even if he died here, he could just find a place to bury him. Who would know? Who could come? Making trouble?”

"Don't worry, District Three is Brother Ma's territory, he can handle it well...Three Barrels."

"bump!"

Bang bang bang——

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Tsk, who is it again?" Qian Fan stood up with some displeasure, "How come there are so many things happening every day?"

"I guess that kid realized something was wrong and ran out to complain to us, haha."

"He hasn't been here long. He didn't come back after looking around at the door, right?"

Amid everyone's discussion, Qian Fan opened the door and frowned when he saw Chen Ling standing at the door.

"Why is it you again? Haven't I made it clear to you yet?"

"This is my work report."

"...?"

Chen Ling took out the form from her pocket and was about to hand it to Qian Fan. Suddenly she saw some blood and broken skin on the corner of the form, so she flicked it away with her finger, wiped it clean, and handed it to his hand with a smile.

Qian Fan was stunned.

Other law enforcers who were playing mahjong inside were also stunned.

"..." Qian Fan took the form, looked at it suspiciously for a while, and then said with a smile, "Xiao Chen... I know this job is a bit challenging for you, but you can't fool people by pressing your fingerprints... "

"I'm not fooling anyone."

Chen Ling said seriously, "They are in the tavern. If you don't believe it, you can go ask them."

Qian Fan's frown deepened. He looked at Chen Ling and didn't know for a moment whether he was joking or serious... No, how could those people investigate him so honestly?

Could this kid have betrayed his beauty and exchanged it for them...

But this time is too fast, right?

"I'll go take a look." Qian Fan stood up immediately and was about to walk out the door. He suddenly thought of something and turned around and said, "You should know that lying about the results of the mission will result in disqualification from the exam, right?"

"Know."

Qian Fan put a cigarette in his mouth and walked towards the tavern without belief. The other law enforcers looked at each other and followed curiously.

Seeing many law enforcement officers leaving, Chen Ling lowered her head and looked at the mahjong table, and a few lines of characters flashed by:

[Audience expectation value +1...+1...+1...]

…

Black Ax Tavern.

"Can you move faster?"

In the messy tavern, wailing sounds were heard one after another. Sun Laoliu was the one who was relatively lightly injured. Looking at the boss who was cutting the rope slowly, he couldn't help but curse.

The boss gave him a cold look and said, "If you talk too much, I'll kill you."

"...Why weren't you so tough just now?"

"That guy is a law enforcement officer. Is it useful for us to be tough?"

"Is he really a law enforcement officer??" Sun Laoliu's eyes widened, "Are you sure?"

"Many years ago, when I was selling drugs in the Third District, I was tracked by a law enforcement officer... His movement skills were exactly the same as that young man. If I hadn't been lucky at that time, I wouldn't have been able to escape from the Second District." The boss paused for a moment. "Do you know who that law enforcement officer is?"

"who?"

"Chief of the law enforcement officers of the third district, Han Meng."

Sun Laoliu stayed where he was.

squeak——

The door to the tavern was opened.

Qian Fan stood at the door and saw the messy tavern on the ground, as well as the many Bingquan Street residents who were covered in blood and dying, and there was disbelief in his eyes!

"This..." Qian Fan stood at the door like a sculpture, "Did that kid do this?"

Many law enforcers who came later were also shocked.

Qian Fan walked into the tavern and carefully stepped over the corpse-like bone knives and the wailing big man. Those who were still conscious stared at the law enforcers with blazing anger in their eyes.

"Qian Fan!!" Sun Laoliu gritted his teeth and sat up, "You son of a bitch! I will kill you!!"

Qian Fan frowned, "What are you scolding?"

Click——

The sound of bullets being loaded sounded, and the boss stepped forward at some point, pointing his gun at Qian Fan's head.

The other law enforcers were startled, and they drew their guns at the same time, aiming at the boss and the people in the tavern who were struggling to get up.

The atmosphere in the tavern filled with the smell of blood suddenly solidified.

"What do you want to do?" Qian Fan said in a low voice with cold sweat on his forehead, "Don't forget, we are a cooperative relationship."

"Cooperation? You sent that guy to ruin things, and you still want to talk to me about cooperation??" Sun Laoliu gritted his teeth.

"...I don't know what's going on. Chen Ling is just a reserve seat..."

"That bullshit reserve seat!!" Sun Laoliu pointed at the wailing crowd on the ground, "You fucking tell me again, this is the reserve seat?!!"

"I……"

Qian Fan was speechless.

"...Where is Chen Lingren??" He turned to ask another law enforcer.

"It seems he's gone."

"gone?"

"Yes...he said he was off work."