I'm not a drama god

"Is he serious?"

A judge looked at this scene with a frown in the audience, "Is he really going to conjure up Lao Sun?"

"How is it possible, unless he and Lao Sun colluded in advance..."

"Wait, are they really colluding? Otherwise, why hasn't Lao Sun come yet?"

"Are you crazy? Do you know how much Wu Shaohua gave..." One of the judges paused and shook his head in a low voice, "Absolutely impossible. It's not like you don't know Lao Sun's character. How could he be like that? An inexplicable person cooperates? And if he really cooperates, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of our troupe? Lao Sun is not this kind of person."

"That's right, everyone's men are not clean. Where can a grasshopper on a boat jump to?"

"And this man in red obviously doesn't understand the rules. He actually wants to compare scores with Wu Shaohua. We don't have the final say in scoring... It seems like he is really a fool."

"I guess Old Sun was probably playing with some girl in the house and lost track of time... Huh, wasn't that the case last time?"

"I want to see how this guy will end up?"

"..."

Several judges exchanged words softly, and felt reassured. They looked at Chen Ling on the stage with a more playful look.

On the stage, Director Zhou squinted at Chen Ling:

"Okay, how are you going to bring him out?"

Chen Ling pushed out an empty carriage from behind the curtain and placed it in the center of the stage. She also took out a theater robe from somewhere and gently covered it.

He snapped his fingers under the spotlight and motioned for Director Zhou to step forward.

"You just stand here and keep shaking your robe."

"Gone?"

"Yes, it's that simple."

Director Zhou glanced at the cart in front of him. He was very familiar with this thing. It was simply an ordinary cart used to transport props in their troupe. There was no mystery behind it, only a pungent smell... like Is it gasoline?

He glanced at Chen Ling, his eyes gradually becoming unhappy.

"You fool me??"

At this point, Director Zhou didn't believe Chen Ling's bullshit magic at all. Maybe this guy was just bored and wanted to find someone to have fun. After all, dangling a opera robe on an empty cart would look stupid to the audience!

"Don't dare." Chen Ling smiled and said, "I made a bet. If I try to trick you, will you still be able to walk out of this door?"

Director Zhou frowned slightly. He glanced at Wu Shaohua who was watching the show with his hands folded in the audience. He snorted coldly and finally took the opera robe from Chen Ling.

Although I don’t know what this person wants to do, if he is really doing this to make fun of himself, he will indeed look good after a while.

Manager Zhou stood in front of the car with a face full of reluctance, shaking the opera robe in his hand vigorously. The colorful opera robe made a swishing sound in the air, dancing in the air like waves.

At the same time, Chen Ling walked to the edge of the stage with a smile and gently pressed a few switches in the lights.

Snapped--

The lights on the stage suddenly went out.

Then a black shadow suddenly fell from the metal frame above the stage and quickly hit the swaying opera robe below!

boom--! !

"Ahhhhh!!"

There was a low roar, as if something heavy fell to the ground. Along with Supervisor Zhou's scream, the dark auditorium suddenly became commotion!

"what happened??"

“Something fell??”

"What's going on? Why did you hear the sound of killing pigs?"

"It's Director Zhou, Director Zhou is calling?!"

"..."

Several judges were also sitting in the dark in astonishment, not knowing what was happening. Just as they were about to do something, the lights turned bright again!

A beam of spotlight shines straight from above the dark stage, hot and bright like a sword of light pierced by the sky. In the center of this only circle of light, the cart is parked quietly, with Supervisor Zhou on the side in charge. Holding his broken wrist, he moaned in pain.

"Ah ah ah... damn... what... what hit me?!"

"Son of a bitch, I knew it wouldn't do any good if you called me here..."

Manager Zhou's voice stopped suddenly. Under the vertical illumination of the blazing light beam, he saw the scene in front of him clearly...

The colorful opera robe was now crumpled on the surface of the cart, and drops of scarlet blood flowed along the edges, smearing on the stage surface... In the center of the cart, a bloated bloody body was standing. He lay there crookedly.

It was a man tied to death with a rope. There was a small bloody hole in his neck, as if it had been pierced by some sharp weapon. Those angry and lifeless pupils were staring at Director Zhou, as if they wanted to eat him alive!

The weirdest thing is that his mouth is stuffed and his clothes are bulging everywhere, as if they are filled with something...

[Audience Expectation Value +5]

[Current expected value 60%]

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah?!!!"

When Manager Zhou saw that familiar face, he first stayed there for two seconds, then turned as pale as a dead person, collapsed on the ground and suddenly screamed! !

"Director Sun?! Is it Director Sun?!!"

"He really showed up...but...but his appearance..."

"Dead!! That's a dead man!!"

"Oh my god, he's really dead! He seems to have fallen from the shelf on top of the stage!!"

"What was stuffed in his mouth? It looks so scary!!"

"..."

Unprecedented commotion rang out from the audience. Everyone looked at the stage in horror, their eyes full of astonishment and disbelief, especially the judges in the front row. They could clearly see every part of Director Sun's body. The details, this weird and scarlet scene, undoubtedly gave them a huge psychological impact!

"This... this..." Their eyes widened with empty expressions, as if they had not yet come to their senses.

Just now they were discussing which woman Director Sun was sleeping with, and they were thinking of finding someone to call him right away... The next moment, Director Sun fell from the sky and appeared on the stage!

They asked Chen Ling to bring out Supervisor Sun, and Chen Ling did it;

only,

In ways they never imagined.

"...Brother Lin?"

Li Qingshan was also frightened by this scene. He swallowed, looked away from Director Sun's body, and looked at the red figure standing in front of the stage with a smile... His eyes were full of confusion.

In the corner of the crowd, a girl covered in injuries stared blankly at the stuffed, foul-smelling face on the stage, standing there like a sculpture.

Liu Qingyan had only seen that face not long ago... that ugly, obscene, perverted, and wretched middle-aged face. She would never forget what that face did to her, nor would she forget what he did to her. The ugly mark left on your body and soul!

She looked at the painful and distorted face on the stage, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of relief in her heart, as if the depression that had been accumulated in her heart just spurted out!

She stood in the dark corner, looking at the body in the beam of judgment,

On her pale face... her smile was as bright as the sun.