I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling nodded slightly and stepped into it.

The participants of this banquet were all familiar figures to Chen Ling, the prosecutor, the defense lawyer, the nine reporters who were sitting in the gallery opposite that day, and... Chen Ling's eyes fell on a short, dark man wearing a gray cotton coat, with a sinister eyebrow and a sly look. on the old man.

And the white-eyed wolf in District [-], the witness, Old Man Ding.

At this moment, Old Man Ding was standing on the edge of the stage, his narrow eyes looking at the beautiful woman in a dress who was playing the violin. His eyes were like an obscene and dirty boning knife. From the other person's exposed white skin, a glance Peel off to the place covered by the cloth...

He was holding a glass of red wine in one hand, with a smile on his lips, and seemed very intoxicated.

Chen Ling recognized him. He was an ordinary resident of the street next to Hanshuang Street. He didn't have a regular job on weekdays. He relied on his wife to work in a factory to earn money to support the family. He was the target of constant criticism and criticism from the old ladies on the street. .

Chen Ling remembered that when she rescued him, he was following a group of refugees, groaning and looking like he was about to die. At that time, Chen Ling, who was trying to make up for the number of spectators, didn’t think much about it and pulled him along as the first responder. Train, I didn’t expect that this old man Ding entered Aurora City and became the only betrayer in the third district...

"How is it? Is it beautiful?" Prosecutor Fang Lichang walked to Old Man Ding and said calmly.

"Beautiful, beautiful!" Old Man Ding pursed his lips, "In our third district, there are no such beautiful girls... Aurora City is better, it's like heaven."

Feeling Old Man Ding's naked lustful thoughts, Fang Lichang frowned unconsciously. He finally knew why others were reluctant to approach Old Man Ding. By staying with someone like him, Jian Shou lowered his own profile.

Fang Lichang glanced at him, "Beautiful women can be found everywhere, but Bach's "Aria on the G String" is not something you can hear in a rural place like the Seventh District..."

"The prosecutor is right, I have never heard of this thing in the third district. It is so foreign!" Old Man Ding clapped his hands repeatedly and patted the horse lamely, but his eyes did not intend to leave the two white thighs.

Fang Lichang took a deep breath, thinking that this guy was an important witness after the trial, so he tried his best to calmly say:

"As long as you perform well in court, you will not be short of money. You can have as many women as you want..."

"I want her! I want her!!" Old Man Ding suddenly became excited, pointing at the beautiful woman on the stage and said, "I want her to come to me...well, I want her to teach me that tune, I want her to Let’s learn the violin!”

Fang Lichang's face was ashen, and he turned around and left without saying a word. He really didn't want to say a word to this perverted pig.

When Old Man Ding saw that Fang Lichang had left, he scratched his forehead with few hairs left, and continued to stare at the beautiful woman playing the violin on the stage. At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Ding, I'm very curious."

Old man Ding looked back and saw a young reporter wearing a brown coat.

"What are you curious about?"

"If I remember correctly, if the defendant Han Meng hadn't fought tooth and nail to guard the city gate, you wouldn't have been able to enter Aurora City at all." Chen Ling said slowly, "Now that you're in court to give perjury, won't your conscience hurt?"

"Conscience? How much is that thing worth? Can you help me marry a wife and learn the violin?" Old Man Ding sneered, "I didn't ask Han Meng to open the door for me. He wanted to do this himself. I have nothing to do with him." What does it matter?"

Deep in Chen Ling's eyes, a cold murderous intention flashed across her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the killing intention turned into a smile. He looked at Old Man Ding with a smile, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face.

"Ok, I see."

Chen Ling turned and left.

"Zhuo Shuqing, have you finished writing your manuscript?" A reporter stopped Chen Ling. They and several tabloid reporters were all gathered together at this moment, as if they were chatting eagerly.

"I arrived a little late today and haven't finished writing yet."

"We have already completed the first draft and sent it to the prosecutor to read. You are too slow." Another reporter joked, "The criticism of [Six of Spades] is big news. If you miss it, you will have to wait until midnight I was so angry that I beat the bed."

Chen Ling raised her brows, and a thought quickly came to her mind, "Speaking of which, have you ever seen the real [6 of Spades]?"

As soon as this sentence came out, several reporters and the defense lawyer who were chatting together were stunned at the same time.

"Then how could you have seen it... It's hard to say whether this person exists in the Twilight Club, right?" A reporter thought thoughtfully, "I guess there was a [6 of Hearts] some time ago, so that person took advantage of the situation and picked it. He bluffed someone with a [6 of spades] card, who has seen him?"

"I have heard some rumors about [Six of Spades]."

"Oh?"

Reporters are curious after all. As soon as Chen Ling said these words, everyone suddenly became interested, "What rumors?"

"It is said that this [6 of Spades] changes constantly. Sometimes it is an old man, sometimes it is a child, sometimes it is a beautiful woman..."

After catching the word "beauty", Old Man Ding's ears twitched and he immediately turned around and came closer.

"What beauty?"

Seeing Old Man Ding getting involved, everyone looked a little disgusted, but it was hard to say anything. A reporter asked in confusion, "Wait, why does this sound similar to that [6 of Hearts]? Doesn't it mean that he has also changed?" Ability?"

"It's different. This [Six of Spades] seems to have no entity, like a ghost, and can possess people." Chen Ling lowered his voice and said, "It is rumored that he has a cruel personality and is extremely vindictive... Almost everyone who has seen him has... They were all tortured to death.”

"Ghost? Are you so evil?"

"Aren't all the people in the Twilight Society so evil? This is pretty good..."

"It makes sense. The [6 of Hearts] who set himself on fire was even more evil than him. I was at the scene at the time, and the smile he had before his death... was so penetrating."

"..."

The reporters started chatting with each other. After listening for a long time, Old Man Ding found that there was nothing about the beauty, so he could only return to the bottom of the stage with interest...

At this moment, the violin music ended and prosecutor Fang Lichang slowly walked onto the stage.

Everyone became quiet in understanding.

"I have read all your press releases, and they are very well written."

Fang Lichang's voice echoed in the banquet hall. As he began to speak, seven or eight waiters pushed the dining cart to the bottom of the stage. Silver metal covers covered the steaming dishes. Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.

"...To thank you all for your cooperation, the Stars Chamber of Commerce and I also specially organized this banquet and invited the best chefs in Aurora City to cook some top-notch dishes for everyone. After everyone has finished drinking, you can have a taste …”

"This banquet is our early celebration banquet. I wish you all success in Aurora City and all your dreams will come true."

After Fang Lichang finished speaking, he raised his wine glass high. Everyone in the audience also raised their wine glasses in cooperation, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

After a few glasses of red wine, Fang Lichang's cheeks were a little tipsy. He was in a good mood at the moment. He immediately waved his hand and said to the waiter below:

"Let's have dinner!"

Bright lights shone on the metal cover of the dining car, and the smooth surface reflected the expectant gazes of everyone around. As the waiter slowly opened the metal cover, bursts of swallowing sounds came from the surroundings.

But the next moment, everyone froze on the spot.

On the delicate and neat plate, there were no delicious dishes. Instead, there were mountains of playing cards...

Today’s main dish - [6 of spades].