I'm not a theatre god

"What a powerful method."

The senior brother stood in the corridor, looking into the distance, and couldn't help but sigh, "One person manipulated three people in the palm of his hand, and until three people died, they only made one move. Junior brother, it's really not easy."

"But what method did he use to control the signal? I have never heard of a Shinto existence with such ability." The third senior brother's brows were full of doubts.

"Junior brother has too many secrets that we can't see through." Mojiao shook his head.

After a brief silence, the three of them turned to look at the beautiful boy who opened his eyes on the bed.

"Why do you want to see me as a teacher?" The beautiful young man glanced at them, put his hands on the back of his head and said leisurely, "Being a teacher is not all-knowing and all-seeing. This sixth child is not a simple teacher and cannot completely see through it."

"It's really rare that there are things that the master can't see through."

"But now those people in Fu Sheng Hui have seen through my junior brother's disguise. If nothing else happens, they will send someone to deal with him soon. Master, what should we do?"

The three of them looked at the beautiful boy, waiting for his answer. After all, it was the master who had the final say whether they could take action or not.

The beautiful young man did not answer, but got out of bed and put on his shoes without haste, and walked towards the corridor. The three brothers and sisters simultaneously moved to both sides to clear a path.

The beautiful young man stood still in the corridor and looked up at the approaching storm clouds. His black hair was flying in the wind on his temples.

"These painters in the world of mortals are like leeks. After cutting one crop, another crop of younger ones comes. Some old people dare to take action with a shameless face. Do you really think that I am a show-off?"

Hearing these words, the three brothers' eyes lit up.

The senior brother asked cautiously: "What do you mean, master?"

"This tour of joining the WTO, there is still one last scene to be sung." The beautiful young man said calmly,

"Then let's sing for them in Liu Town."

“As expected, you still can’t leave?”

Chen Ling, dressed in red, stood on the edge of Liu Town, looking at the arc in front of her, with a flash of helplessness in her eyes.

After Lin Xi's death, the second circle drawn by Fu Sheng was larger. Probably because he was afraid that Chen Ling would have some means of fast movement, he escaped from the Liu Town area in a short period of time, covering the surrounding wilderness and mountains with it.

And Chen Ling also tried every means to break through the circle, but unfortunately it was all in vain in the end.

"With my own strength, it is probably impossible to go out. Do I have to rely on the audience in the end?" Chen Ling murmured to herself.

He looked down at the ground.

Audience expectation value 3

Current expected value: 49

Seeing the sudden increase of three points in expectations, Chen Ling subconsciously made a sound in his heart. After all, it is not good to increase expectations for no reason. This is his experience so far. But if he thinks about it carefully, he has already reached a desperate situation. No matter how bad he is, he can still do it. How bad is it?

Chen Ling looked at the remaining 49 expectations and frowned more and more.

Now the audience is his only hope for making a comeback. But based on his current expectations, even if he releases the audience, he will definitely die. And if nothing unexpected happens, the high-level members of Fu Sheng Hui should arrive very quickly. In such a short time, Where can he go to earn enough expectations?

As Chen Ling walked towards the center of Liu Town, her brain was running rapidly, and she was still thinking about ways to break the situation.

Just as he walked back into the alleyway, a figure suddenly jumped out from the side and ran into his arms.

Whoosh!

The figure was so fast that even Chen Ling didn't react. Just when he was about to respond, he was already hit full of!

Chen Ling stumbled back a few steps, subconsciously holding the gun in his pocket. Just when he was about to draw his gun to fight back, a somewhat familiar voice sounded:

"Ouch"

A beautiful young man was knocked down by Chen Ling and sat on the ground, grinning in pain.

Silver half-rimmed glasses were placed on the bridge of the boy's nose, and the glasses chain swung gently behind his ears. He touched his butt and stared at Chen Ling:

"What are you doing? You don't have eyes when you walk?"

Chen Ling's hand holding the gun paused slightly.

It's him

etc? ! !

Chen Ling suddenly froze on the spot when she saw the glasses that were exactly the same as her own on the beautiful young man's face.

After the beautiful boy finished cursing, he patted the dust on his body, turned around and ran away.

"Wait a moment!"

Chen Ling came to her senses and was about to call out to the young man, but the latter disappeared at the end of the alley without a trace.

The breeze blew through the deserted street. Chen Ling, dressed in red, stood there alone, staring blankly at the direction where the boy disappeared, as if what happened in the past few seconds was just a dream.

"How is this possible?" Chen Ling muttered to herself.

Chen Ling clearly remembered that the young man asked about his glasses when he was at the inn, but those glasses were just the costume he usually used to hide his identity, and the shape also referenced the glasses design before the cataclysm. Although he told the boy that the glasses were bought from a businessman, he knew that this was just a perfunctory excuse.

And just now, he actually saw that young man wearing a pair of glasses exactly like his own?

no, wrong

Chen Ling's mind suddenly recalled the conversation between the young man and the woman in Tsing Yi at the inn, as well as the young man's extraordinary speed. Doubts lingered in Chen Ling's mind, as if they were hinting at something.

At this moment, Chen Ling's hand in his pocket suddenly seemed to touch some kind of soft paper. After a slight pause, he took it out of his pocket.

It was an invitation to a performance.

Chen Ling clearly remembered that when she took out the gun, she didn't have this thing in her pocket. Did the boy just stuff it in?

Chen Ling opened the invitation letter. Inside was a piece of handwritten letter paper with beautiful and neat handwriting. In the upper right corner, there are five lifelike facial makeups printed on them: Shengdan, Jingmochou.

"Dear Mr. Chen Ling, 6 of Hearts:"

"Xidao Guzang sincerely invites you to witness the 380th year of the New Calendar's world performance."

"This invitation is the only ticket for the performance. After receiving this invitation, please go to the performance location immediately. Please do not communicate with others during this period, and please do not disclose matters related to this performance to anyone; if the performance starts at If you have not entered before, this invitation will be invalid.”

"Performance time: 15:00 pm on February 3, 380 New Year

"Location: Wasteland on the east side of Liu Town"

Signed "The actor has no name"