I'm not a drama god

The troupe holds the quotas recommended from the small town to the main city of mortals. For these ordinary men and women who have lived in the town since childhood, it may be a great right, and they immediately use these quotas to satisfy their own desires, regardless of whether they are men or women. Leave a handle.

If these people can't be together in the future, forget it and just have a good time. If someone becomes a villain, there will be endless extortion and extortion...

And there is more than one such vampire.

In Chen Ling's mind, the figure of the girl who had just been dragged into the office next door appeared again.

Director Sun is only one of the judges, so how many other judges are there on this floor? How many people still have the right to dominate the dreams of young men and women in order to satisfy the desire gap that can never be filled?

Even if someone relies on their own talents to walk out of here one day and enter the main city of mortals... these few blood-sucking insects alone are enough to suck them dry, forcing them to struggle forward desperately, becoming more and more betrayed. Bottom line…

Although Chen Ling has never entered the main city of Hongchen, she can roughly guess what it is like inside.

Chen Ling continued to fumble in the metal cabinet, and finally took out two thick books, one of which was Director Sun's personal collection record, and the other was the theater troupe's registration form.

When Chen Ling saw the registration form, her eyes lit up slightly and she immediately opened it.

To his surprise, in addition to recording the performance location, performance, and scale of each troupe, each line on the registration form also had a note with a series of amounts written on it, which should be given to Director Sun by these troupes. Benefit fee.

The larger the amount, the better the performance location and the larger the scale of the troupe; some with zero amount were directly marked with an "x" and could not hold any performances.

Chen Ling glanced at all the information. It was rare to see a troupe of five people. Even if there were, they would not be in line with the mysterious master sect.

There are a total of six people in the sect. Excluding the Harlequin Shoujia, there should normally be five people participating in the performance. But during this time, the King of Plum Blossoms has left. Even if there is a performance, there should be four people participating, but there is no qualified person on this list. Troupe information.

"Isn't it recorded..." Chen Ling sighed in disappointment.

Chen Ling was also prepared for this result. After all, if nothing else, a sect with "King of Clubs" and clown-level strength per capita would not pay people like Director Sun for performances. They can perform well in all major circles. With the existence of touring performances in the realm, it shouldn't be difficult to secretly hold a show in the world of mortals?

However, the scale and location of the performance are destined to not be very good, and the location must be changed frequently, otherwise it will be easy to be reported.

Chen Ling reluctantly put together the registration form. Her plan to search for the master was completely in vain. This trip was in vain.

No, no...

Chen Ling glanced at the corpse of Manager Sun aside and narrowed her eyes slightly.

The plan to search for the master's door failed, and a body was left behind. If he left like this, something would happen soon... There were also those three women who witnessed him entering the room. As long as the police came to the door, it would be easy You can trace them to yourself...How about killing them all? No, there is also the staff member who asked for directions when he came. He must have gone far away now. Since he has no skills, it may be difficult to assassinate him in front of everyone...

Chen Ling's brain was running rapidly, judging everything calmly and rationally, weighing the pros and cons.

Manager Sun failed to participate in the selection, and people will soon find out. Damn it... It would be great if I could become like him at this time. However, since Director Sun's death will be discovered sooner or later and cannot be completely hidden, then we can only be more aggressive.

Chen Ling glanced at the small words slowly emerging from the pool of blood:

[Audience expectation value 49%]

As long as he raises the expectation value to 70 as soon as possible, and then reborn to get rid of the clown skill, he can easily escape with [Phaseless]. Even if he is traced, he will have the ability to compete with him and protect himself.

This option is more in line with Chen Ling's wishes than simply retreating and seeking stability, and...

This seems to be a good "stage"?

"We must complete a wonderful performance as much as possible without being able to use any skills, and maximize the expectations."

While Chen Ling was thinking, she stepped over Director Sun's body, sat down at his desk, took out a pen and paper and started writing, as if she were back in the theater before the catastrophe, carefully writing a new play.

"This is not easy...but..."

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something. Her eyes fell on the body of Manager Sun and the cabinet full of photos and letters.

His eyes narrowed slightly,

“However, it’s not like there’s no room for improvement.”

……

A few minutes later, Chen Ling opened the office door.

He was still wearing the red opera robe with a black veil on his face. As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a girl staggering out of the next room, her face seemed a little pale.

Chen Ling turned to look at her, and she looked at Chen Ling. The moment their eyes met, the girl lowered her head like a frightened rabbit and pursed her lips slightly.

The messy sideburns blocked her pale face, which looked hazy like the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River. She arranged her messy clothes with one hand, and supported the wall with the other hand, walking towards the end of the corridor with difficulty step by step...

But before she reached the stairs, another office door opened behind her, and a bloated figure walked out.

"Liu Qingyan, is your name Liu Qingyan?"

"I... um."

"Damn it, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why are you hanging around here with me? Do you know that the first test will start in three minutes?"

As he spoke, the figure walked out of the room with a curse, grabbed the girl's slender wrist, and dragged her to her room like an object.

"No...I, I really have...I beg you...why don't you wait until the preliminary test is over..."

Under the fat man's scolding, the girl lowered her head silently, her eyes already red. She was dragged into the room and subconsciously grabbed the door frame with one hand, as if grasping the last life-saving straw...

"Why wait, three minutes is enough! Do you still want to pass the first test??"

Hearing these words, the girl's body trembled slightly, pain and struggle flashed in her eyes. The fingers holding on to the door frame finally let go, and her thin body was dragged directly into the room by a hand.

boom--!

As the door slammed shut, the corridor fell into dead silence.

Dim light poured in from the small window at the end of the road, but failed to illuminate the corridor at all. The girl's staggering footprints were left on the dark tile floor, like her unwilling and desperate life.