I'm not a theatre god

"Ayawn!!"

Wang Jincheng, who was sitting at his desk, sneezed violently.

He rubbed his nose with a strange expression. For some reason, he felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

At the same time, the office door was opened.

"Director, the report you requested is here."

"How is it going?"

“In the past two days, a total of 18 large-scale power outages occurred, and two accidental suffocation deaths occurred. We have investigated clearly that the reason for the suffocation death was due to the aging of the gas pipelines, which caused gas leakage and filled the closed space, causing people to suffocate in their sleep. death, there is no possibility of homicide

But this power outage is indeed very troublesome. Frequent power outages have affected the daily lives of some residents. The Electricity Bureau has received thousands of complaints in the past two days. They really had no choice but to come to us. "

“What does the power outage have to do with us??”

"They suspected that someone deliberately damaged the circuit, otherwise the power system would not have such frequent failures, so they called the police."

Wang Jincheng thought for a moment, "So, have you sent someone to investigate?"

"I checked, but no one sabotaged the wires at all, and no one secretly stole electricity. Those wires are inexplicably unusable. I guess it is due to disrepair," the police officer said nonchalantly.

“It doesn’t work for some reason”

Wang Jincheng muttered these words, as if he thought of something, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"Damn it, no way"

"What's wrong, Director?"

""

Wang Jincheng didn't answer. He paced back and forth behind his desk with a serious expression on his face for a moment, his face becoming more and more serious. After being silent for half a minute, he said in a deep voice:

"Go, call the electricity director over. I want a map of the location of all the failed wires during this period. Also mark the two aging gas pipelines on the map for me."

"I also asked you to list and report to me, especially the damage to the equipment, aging and failure."

Although the police officer was puzzled, he nodded quickly:

"Okay, I'll do it right now!"

After saying that, he turned around and rushed out of the office.

Wang Jincheng stood alone behind his desk. After standing there like a sculpture for a long time, he slowly walked to the window.

He looked outside at the city that stretched to the end of the horizon and murmured to himself:

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

"In the world of mortals, we can't be so unlucky no matter what."

Jinghong Tower.

sizzling

As a slight sound of electricity sounded, the light above Chen Ling's head flashed, and finally fell into darkness.

Chen Ling, who was staring at the huge map of the main city on the table in deep thought, raised his head and looked at the extinguished light, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.

"Power outage?" Jian Changsheng, who was taking a nap on the map, also looked up at the light bulb.

"Seems to be."

"Just right, I can sleep better."

After saying that, Jian Changsheng lay back on the table, moved around a bit, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Chen Ling couldn't help but say, "Didn't I say that I was going to find the Hongchen Base? Why did you fall asleep again?"

"Aren't you here? This kind of brain-intensive work, what do you have to do with me?" Jian Chang replied angrily, "You asked me to check out the spots, and I went too. I've been all over the main city of Hongchen in the past two days. What's wrong with sleeping too much now? Do you expect my pig brain to help you?"

"It's okay, just go back to sleep."

Jian Changsheng raised his chin, like a general who had won a battle, and proudly leaned back on the table.

Chen Ling: "Go back to sleep and don't press my map."

Jian Changsheng silently raised his elbow and asked Chen Ling to take out the map, then fell asleep on the table.

Chen Ling looked at the map in her hand, which was twice as big as the desktop, and sighed inwardly. She held a red pen in her hand, but she still didn't know how to put it down.

In the past few days, a few of them have been searching for the bloody petals on the painting.

Chen Ling asked Huang Xuyue and used the connections of Huang's consortium, but she still could not find the variety of this flower, nor could she find where this flower was found in the main city of Hongchen.

What is certain now is that the Hongchen base is not in the conventional concept of the "main city of Hongchen" and does not have an actual location on the surface. They speculate that the base is likely to be buried underground or hidden in another way. stand up.

Although Diamond 10 has a way to explore the underground, his speed is too slow on his own. It would take at least a year to search through the main city of Hongchen inch by inch. Chen Ling and the others cannot afford to wait.

"I don't know what Wang Jincheng has been busy with these past few days. He has never been to the theater. It would be easy to get suspicious if he came to the door rashly. No matter what, he has to find a suitable excuse."

"Or, you can think again and see if there is any other way."

Slight snoring sounded in the quiet room. Chen Ling glanced at Jian Changsheng, who had fallen asleep on the table, couldn't help but roll his eyes, stood up and pushed the door open.

Hua Hua

Looking down from the second floor of the theater, Kong Baosheng was sweeping the floor at the door, while Li Qingshan was holding a playbook and practicing his voice while pacing. The soft sound of a twig broom across the ground was mixed with the melodious sound of the play. At the same time, Chen Ling's tense nerves were subconsciously relaxed.

He took a deep breath and walked slowly down the stairs.

"Brother Lin, you finally came downstairs." Li Qingshan saw Chen Ling coming down, put down the script, and said with a smile, "Has the repertoire been decided for tonight's performance?"

"Not yet. Do you have anything you want to sing?"

"There are so many things I want to sing, including The Legend of White Snake, The Empty City Strategy, The Drunken Concubine, and Shiro Visiting His Mother."

Li Qingshan listed more than 30 classic tracks eloquently, almost without thinking about it. Looking at Li Qingshan who was seriously cracking his fingers, Chen Ling couldn't help but laugh:

"You have to sing so much? When can you finish singing?"

"It's very fast. Even if you play one song a day, you can sing them all in more than a month." Li Qingshan said matter-of-factly. Then he seemed to realize something and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lin, I almost forgot that you are the boss here. When I sang in Liuzhen, no one listened to it at all. Now, not only are there more and more audiences, but the things we sing are also starting to return to the mainstream. I think it's a bit too much." Got carried away."

"It doesn't matter, everything you have now is what you deserve." Chen Ling shook her head and said,

"But we are choked enough to sing an opera today."

"Ah? Why?" Li Qingshan glanced outside, "It didn't rain today either?"

"The theater has a power outage and there is no light at night, so we can't perform."

"The power is out?!"

Before Li Qingshan could answer, Kong Baosheng's ears perked up outside the door, and he immediately ran back into the house with a broom and flicked the switch a few times with his hands.