I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling thought for a moment and then followed.

As the law enforcer in charge of Hanshuang Street, Chen Ling needs to count the number of people on the street. Even natural deaths need to be recorded, let alone what happens in case of some vicious incident...

Furthermore, he also wanted to know which person's death on Hanshuang Street caused such a big fuss.

Under the dim sky, Chen Ling fell at the end of the crowd and followed them to a wilderness in the back mountain. Along the way, people were whispering, saying things like "send them far away" and "don't come back again". Chen Ling became more and more confused after hearing this.

Under the command of Boss Xu, several residents with good physical strength began to shovel the soil. After a while, a space large enough to accommodate the coffin was cleared, and they slowly placed the coffin into it.

"Okay, cover it with soil, burn some paper money... and that's it."

Boss Xu threw the bags containing the two hearts into it, and the other people immediately began to bury them.

When everyone saw the big red coffin disappearing under the soil, they felt slightly relieved, and their whispers became louder.

"This time, it should be completely over..."

"It is said that this place has good feng shui. I hope he can rest in peace forever."

"After we go back, we go to the next street to build a monument for him. It's just a mound of dirt. It looks so scary... I always feel like he can come out again."

"No way, can he really turn into a ghost?"

"..."

Boss Li and others also squatted down, took out a basin from nowhere, lit the paper money and threw it into it. A gust of cold wind blew through the wilderness, blowing another bag of paper money in his hand around.

In the dimness, a figure stepped forward and bent down to pick them up one by one for him.

"Thank you." Boss Li couldn't see his face clearly and just thanked him.

"You're welcome."

Boss Li was stunned, and suddenly felt that the voice sounded familiar.

The man clutched the paper money, walked to the newly lit brazier, and sent the money inside one by one. As the fire gradually grew stronger, the man's face was gradually outlined in the shadows.

"By the way, Boss Li, who are you burying?" The firelight illuminated half of Chen Ling's face, and he slowly raised his head.

Boss Li was stunned for a moment.

He blinked hard, as if he had seen a ghost!

"Lao Li, you are burning the paper money too slowly. We are all done." Boss Xu walked up behind Chen Ling, who was squatting on the ground with his back to him, and couldn't help but say,

"Hurry up and finish burning. It's time for everyone to go back and rest."

"You...you...he...him!!" Boss Li's face turned pale and he pointed at Chen Ling with one finger. He couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

"He what he?"

Boss Xu lowered his head in confusion, just as Chen Ling looked up at him, the firelight illuminated half of his face from his chin, making it pale and strange.

"Boss Xu." Chen Ling suddenly remembered something, "Where are the peaches I want?"

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Boss Xu's eyes suddenly widened. He stared at Chen Ling's face. After a while, he rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

"Boss Xu?"

"Hey, what happened to Boss Xu?"

Seeing this, other people immediately gathered around him and didn't know what happened. At this moment, a figure stepped forward and helped him up.

"What's wrong with him?" Chen Ling frowned slightly.

The midnight wind blew through the wilderness, lifting the paper money in front of Boss Li and scattering it around Chen Ling...

The next moment, everyone's breathing stopped... They stood there like sculptures. After a few seconds, they turned around in fear and ran down the mountain! !

Seeing everyone running away from him as if they had seen a ghost, Chen Ling's eyes were full of confusion.

"A Ling?" A voice came from the side.

"Uncle Zhao." Chen Ling looked at the only Uncle Zhao who didn't run away and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

Uncle Zhao looked at him complicatedly, and after a long while, he sighed...

…

Half an hour later.

Under the darkness, the shop of Zhao's breakfast shop was pushed open.

Uncle Zhao lit the kerosene lamp, heated up a bowl of soy milk from the back kitchen, and handed it to Chen Ling on the table.

"A demon who loves to eat people's hearts?" After listening to Uncle Zhao's description, Chen Ling's face flashed with astonishment, "I don't have one..."

"They said they all saw it. You took the hearts out of your bag and gave them to them one by one on the street that day... They were all frightened." Uncle Zhao looked at him complicatedly.

"A Ling... I've actually heard about your parents and A Yan's affairs. I can understand your current mood... but there are some evil spirits who are crooked, so you can't leave."

Chen Ling's mind suddenly flashed back to the day when he was surrounded by bosses on the street, but what he gave away was clearly a peach...

etc.

Chen Ling suddenly thought of the scene where the audience's expectations increased every time she gave away a peach, and her face became a little ugly.

He seemed to understand what was going on...

No wonder that man fell down in front of his house that day and kowtowed three times to himself. It turned out that he thought he was a perverted murderer.

"After you delivered the peaches, you went to Hōdō Kozo... During this period, the rumors about you became more and more evil. Some people said that you were the reincarnation of a demon, and some said that you had psychological problems. Even outside the Frost Street , everyone has heard about you.”

"...It's all a misunderstanding." Chen Ling held back for a long time before she could say this.

"I also think it's probably a misunderstanding."

Uncle Zhao brought him a few more tea eggs and said nonchalantly, "But you have to be careful, these rumors will affect your image... If this continues, no one will dare to approach you."

Chen Ling was running all the way and didn't even have a few full meals. Now she peeled a few tea eggs and stuffed them into her mouth, swallowing the soy milk on the table.

"I'll find some time... to explain to them."

After Chen Ling finished eating, she had no choice but to answer.

It was not at all what he wanted for things to develop to this point...but the fun-loving people in the audience were so bad-tempered that he had no idea how far his image had been tampered with without his realizing it.

While the two were talking, a tired figure walked across the street and pushed in the door.

"Chen Ling?"

When Zhao Yi saw Chen Ling at home, he was startled for a moment, and then said angrily, "Why did you come to my house for dinner in the middle of the night?"

Zhao Yi is a reckless man after all. Even now that Chen Ling has become a law enforcer, he has no hint of humility. He is still as domineering as when he was a child. He doesn't like Chen Ling no matter what.

The most important thing is that Zhao Yi thought about it for a long time before his father misunderstood that he liked men. He guessed that it was Chen Ling who was secretly causing trouble... Unfortunately, he had no evidence.

When I saw Chen Ling at this moment, I naturally couldn't put up a good face.