I'm not a theatre god

The moment the intercom was turned on, Chen Ling let out a sigh and subconsciously turned her head to look at that location.

In the drizzle, he immediately locked onto the inconspicuous director in the venue. He could feel the fluctuation of an electronic communication signal emanating from there, extending to a certain location outside the venue.

As if aware of Chen Ling's gaze, the director also turned his head and looked here. He saw an actor in red standing in the rain holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at him from a distance.

A look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Chen Ling smiled slightly, then looked away, and continued walking into the venue with Kong Baosheng.

Although he didn't feel the fluctuation of the Shinto on the other party, from the moment he noticed his gaze, Chen Ling was sure that the other party was definitely not an ordinary person, and was most likely the owner of a certain Shinto... In addition, the other party seemed to be deliberately Paying attention to Li Ruohong and the communication equipment hidden on his body, Chen Ling has basically guessed the identity of the other party.

It seems that this time I just swung the club and caught two big fish...

As Chen Ling gradually entered the venue, passing one figure after another, everyone was quickly attracted by the bright red dress, especially the well-known actresses in the entertainment industry. After seeing the face under the umbrella, they were even more... Secretly surprised!

"who is he?"

"I've never seen him before... but judging from his dress, he must be an actor?"

"Are all singers so good-looking these days? I feel like with his looks, he can become a top male star just by relying on his face..."

"I also feel that he is much better looking than those top male idols!!"

"I always thought that opera singers were all middle-aged or old men... It's been a long time since we've seen such young actors in the world of mortals, right?"

"There are indeed no young people singing opera nowadays, only some highly respected seniors are left who are still insisting on singing..."

"Help, can he sing today?? I'm kind of looking forward to it?"

"Don't expect too much. Do you think singing is easy? It takes years of hard practice. How can young people nowadays have the patience to endure that kind of hardship? He is young, and he probably can't speak very well... just be a The vase looks great.”

"..."

At this moment, Chen Ling finally realized what a perfect face means. No matter in any era, this is the most natural competitiveness.

Of course, the beauty or ugliness of the face is actually meaningless to Chen Ling on weekdays. The more ordinary the better, but today in Chen Ling's plan, he still has to be eye-catching enough, otherwise he will not wear it. Wearing such a bright red opera robe.

"Sir, they are all looking at you!" Kong Baosheng was a little excited, "Are we going to get angry?"

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Ling smiled and said,

"I have something to do with someone. Just stay in the venue and eat and drink. Don't run around. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Chen Ling walked to the venue alone with an umbrella.

Now that Li Ruohong has brought two spies from Wuji Realm into the manor, he should go directly to Mu Chunsheng's office. Chen Ling naturally has to find a way to get there, firstly to prepare for the next move, and secondly to see them What exactly is going on?

Not everyone can enter the Beidou Consortium's manor. If you are an outsider here, you will definitely get lost. But Chen Ling is different. He has been to Beidou Manor once before. Mu Chunsheng even explained every layout here to him personally. , he even knows exactly where security will be set up. With [Shameless], it is not difficult for Chen Ling to sneak into the office.

As Chen Ling went away, the eyes that paid attention to him gradually became less and less. At this moment, a different kind of eyes passed through the crowd and locked on him.

Although there were many people looking at Chen Ling just now, they basically glanced away and then looked away. But this time Chen Ling could feel a gaze firmly locked on him, and they didn't move away for a long time, as if they were watching.

Chen Ling did not immediately look at the source of the gaze, otherwise he would be noticed by others like the director. He first walked to a dead end, pretending to be lost, and then looked around blankly.

Soon, he found the source of that gaze.

That was an ordinary-looking man. Judging from the uniform on his body, he was a security guard of the Beidou Consortium. At this moment, he was standing in the corner of the venue, staring at himself in surprise... No, it should be said that he was staring at the blue flower on the hem of his opera robe. Colorful little flower?

This little blue flower was sewn on by Chen Yan before. It was very small and difficult to see if you didn't look carefully. But he was staring there, as if he was seriously thinking about something. When he saw himself looking back at him, he silently looked away.

Is he a Shinto owner raised by the Beidou Foundation? Could it be that he discovered something strange about himself?

No, that's not right...

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

Chen Ling didn't make any unnecessary moves, but pretended to realize that she had gone wrong, scratched her head, and walked straight in the direction of the security guard.

"Hello, where is the toilet?"

"bathroom?"

The security guard was stunned for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he pointed somewhere and said, "That direction."

"Thanks."

Chen Ling smiled politely and walked directly to where the security guard was pointing. After turning a corner, she disappeared from the security guard's sight.

The security guard froze in place for a long time, as if he was struggling with something, but finally gritted his teeth and followed Chen Ling from a distance.

However, as soon as he turned the corner, Chen Ling disappeared before his eyes. Just as he looked around in confusion, an iron-like palm instantly covered his mouth from behind, and the muzzle of a gun was pressed against him at the same time. Live on his temples.

"If you don't want to die, don't move!" Chen Ling's deep voice sounded. He suddenly exerted force on his arm and directly pulled the security guard into the unoccupied room and locked the door with his backhand.

This seems to be a storage room, the floor is full of dust, and no one has cleaned it for a long time... There is only a palm-wide window on the top of the wall, gray sunlight shines into the dim room, and the air falls into a dead silence.

Being restrained by Chen Ling, the security guard's eyes were full of astonishment, as if he didn't expect that the other party would act so simply, and he whined something.

Chen Ling put a gun between his eyebrows with one hand and spoke slowly, "Now the security is basically concentrated near the birthday banquet venue and will not appear in such a remote place, and you don't even have access to the toilet." I don’t even know… You’re not the security guard here at all, are you?

You are not from the Wuji Realm, let alone from the police station. If you come from these two camps, there is no need to bother pretending..."

The security guard was stunned for a moment, but Chen Ling still covered his mouth firmly and looked into his eyes. A pair of apricot red slowly appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"So...who are you? What is your purpose?"

Chen Ling thought he had control over the overall situation of the birthday banquet, but now a mysterious and suspected fourth-party camp suddenly appeared, forcing him to be on full alert. He had been the "oriole" behind the scenes so many times, but he couldn't I don't want to be tricked by others.

The good news is that this person's strength doesn't seem to be that great, otherwise Chen Ling wouldn't be able to control him so easily... Even if he doesn't want to tell, Chen Ling can still try to pry out part of the truth.

An Bao looked at Chen Ling, his eyes changing from shock, to complexity, and finally to helplessness... He smiled bitterly, broke away from Chen Ling's hand covering his mouth, and slowly stretched his hand to his chin...

Then tear it hard!

As a face floated and disappeared in the air, a familiar face was exposed in front of Chen Ling...

The way of playing God, the first level skill, [Thousand Faces].

Li Qingshan let out a long sigh,

"Brother Lin, long time no see."