I'm not a drama god

early morning.

Zhao Yi slowly opened his eyes from the shabby sofa.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall and sat up slowly and hard. The ancient sofa frame creaked and buzzed. When Zhao Yi sat up from the sofa, he was already sweating profusely.

He took off his shirt with both hands and walked to the long and narrow floor-to-ceiling mirror. In the reflection of the mirror, a ferocious whipping wound was entangled on his back. The split flesh showed no signs of healing. Instead, there were dark spells around the wound. , getting deeper and deeper into the flesh.

Zhao Yi stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, grimacing in pain. At the same time, Ling'er's crisp voice came from behind the door:

"Brother Zhao Yi, are you awake?"

Zhao Yi put his coat back on, opened the door, and saw Ling'er having changed her clothes and standing outside the door, blinking at him.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yi's voice was as gentle as possible.

"Brother Zhao Yi, didn't you say you had to get up early to attend the court today? I'm already ready."

"Okay, just wait for me and I'll change my clothes."

Zhao Yi closed the door and quickly changed into clothes, wearing an old gray cotton coat on the outside. He was about to leave when he glanced at a drawer beside the table and suddenly stopped.

He narrowed his eyes, the light in his eyes flickered, and he was struggling in his heart.

After a while, he took a deep breath, took out something from the drawer, and quickly stuffed it into the pocket of his cotton coat...

It was a short sword with a cold light flashing.

After doing all this, Zhao Yi pushed open the door as if nothing happened, took Ling'er's hand with a smile, "Let's go."

The other residents in the third district were already well prepared. Some were holding banners and others were carrying loudspeakers. When they saw Zhao Yi and the others coming down, they counted the number of people. A group of people walked towards the court in a roaring voice.

"What are you planning to do?" Zhao Yi asked in confusion.

"If those people falsely accuse Chief Han Meng again later, we will yell at them with loudspeakers! Let's see who has the loudest voice!"

"Even if we are white, we can still make them call us black? Do we really think we are dead?"

"Xiao Yi, we have already planned it. It doesn't matter if we are kicked out by then. The big guys shouting one by one will always have some effect..."

Everyone was talking to each other, Zhao Yi's expression was a little helpless, his right hand stuffed in his pocket touched a touch of coldness, and his eyes gradually became serious.

They walked through the streets and finally arrived in front of the court. They completed the registration with ease and were about to enter the auditorium, but were stopped one after another.

"The loudspeaker is a prohibited item and entry is prohibited." The law enforcer's first words shattered everyone's illusions.

"This...how can this be considered a prohibited item..."

"Yeah, it's not hurtful... Can we promise not to talk?"

"Who said this is a horn? This is my scarf! If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you..."

The law enforcers have long remembered this group of people and refused to let the speakers in no matter how bad they tried.

In desperation, everyone had no choice but to compromise and temporarily store the loudspeaker outside. But what followed was a rigorous body search. The law enforcers took out a banner from a resident and showed an expression that was indeed the case.

"Banners are also off limits."

"??? But we didn't have this rule last time!"

"Why do you think this rule was set up?"

Crowd: ...

When Zhao Yi saw this scene at the door, his face was a little ugly. He didn't expect the security to be so tight this time. He held the handle of the knife tightly in his pocket with one hand and remained silent.

"Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you?" Xu Chongguo saw something wrong with his expression and stepped forward and asked.

Zhao Yi didn't say anything, but secretly took out a piece of the knife handle from his pocket, gave Xu Chongguo a look, and then quickly stuffed it back.

When Xu Chongguo saw the thing clearly, his expression changed. He immediately dragged Zhao Yi aside and asked in a low voice:

"Why do you bring a knife??"

"Old man Ding, that white-eyed wolf, if he farts in court again today, I will go up and stab him to death!" Zhao Yi's eyes flashed coldly, "Without witnesses, they will not be able to convict Han Meng..."

"Ridiculous!!" Xu Chongguo snatched the knife from his hand, looked around to the west where there was no one around, and buried it in the soil of the flower bed beside the steps.

"Xiao Yi, I know you value friendship and want to clean up the traitors in the third district... But if you do this and get yourself involved, what will Ling'er do? She is your only relative now!"

Zhao Yi opened his mouth to say something, but Xu Chongguo spoke immediately:

"Don't say we can take care of her! In that child's heart, you are already her irreplaceable brother, just like your father is in your heart... She has already lost her grandma once, and you still want her to do it again Have you ever experienced that kind of pain?"

Zhao Yi was stunned. He was silent for a long time and slowly lowered his head.

Xu Chongguo took a deep breath, pulled Zhao Yi and walked into the court, handed over the banner, and after passing the security check, everyone disappeared at the gate.

Not long after they entered, a figure in a brown coat walked up the stairs unhurriedly.

He walked straight up to the registered law enforcer, with a look of confusion and panic on his face.

"that……"

"Reporter Lin?" The law enforcer met Chen Ling once. Seeing that his face was not very good, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I passed behind you just now and saw... I saw someone who seemed to have fainted there."

"what?"

The law enforcer was stunned, and immediately took a few companions with him and walked toward the back door. Sure enough, he saw a short, dark figure lying on the ground, unconscious.

"Isn't this the witness, Old Man Ding?" A law enforcer asked in surprise when he saw the familiar face.

"Old man Ding??"

The other law enforcer looked happy and hurriedly ran in one direction. A moment later, Fang Lichang, wearing a black windbreaker, walked quickly.

"Found him? Where is he??"

"I don't know why, but I fainted here... It looks like I fainted from hunger?"

"Do you want to send me to the hospital for a check-up?"

"There is no time. The court will begin immediately." Fang Lichang confirmed that it was Old Man Ding and that his physical condition was all normal. He was immediately ecstatic. Now he even had the last chance of winning. He was [-]% sure of the court's verdict this time!

He immediately said, "He's fine. Wake him up and prepare to testify in court!"

After saying that, he hurried towards the entrance where internal personnel entered the court.

At the door of the court, Chen Ling saw this scene from a distance, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

He passed through the security check with ease, holding a camera, and returned to his original auditorium seat. Surrounded by the circle of survivors from District Three, Wen Shilin was temporarily unable to attend because he was busy with other matters.

As everyone sat down, Judge Guyuan slowly walked from the entrance. Chen Ling in the auditorium gently pushed down the half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and murmured to herself:

"The show...is about to begin."