I'm not a drama god

Police Headquarters.

"Director, this is an invitation from the Beidou Consortium." A police officer walked into the office and handed the thing in his hand to the table.

The director paused while writing, looked up at the invitation, slowly sat up and took the invitation in his hand.

"That old guy actually sent me an invitation for my birthday?"

"Not only you, but also the Electric Power Bureau, Price Bureau, and several other directors have been invited... Mu Chunsheng has been operating in the main city for so many years, and has a very deep network of contacts, almost all in the political and business circles, if it weren't for [Fu Sheng Painting] 】Always pays no attention to the trivial matters in the world, I’m afraid his posts have already been sent to heaven.”

"Be confident, he must have sent invitations to the top, but no one paid attention to him." The director said slowly.

"Then will you go to this birthday banquet or not? How about I come back in your place?"

The director did not answer, but tapped his knuckles on the table, as if thinking about something.

"What's going on at the dance hall these days?"

"Our plainclothes officers have been secretly investigating for several days, but they haven't found anything strange... I don't know if it rained too much that day, or if Li Ruohong deliberately had people clean it, but the floor has been clean without any blood stains. , and I didn’t find the body that was chopped away with a knife. There is nothing strange except that the business is not very good. "

The director nodded slightly, "This is normal. People in the Twilight Club are always extremely cautious. How can it be so easy to reveal flaws... Where is the so-called 001 box?"

"Speaking of this box, Li Ruohong seems to be on guard. The box on that side has been closed. It is said that it is under renovation and maintenance. Our people did not dare to alert the snake, so they did not sneak up to search... But after so many days, , I really haven’t seen anyone come out from there. On the contrary, Li Ruohong occasionally goes over and stays for a few minutes before coming out.”

"Oh?" The director's brows raised slightly.

"There is one more doubt... No, I don't know if it can be regarded as a doubt." The police officer looked hesitant.

"Xiao Liu, you have been with me for such a long time. I trust your intuition and judgment. If you have any ideas, please let me know."

"Yes." The police officer paused for a moment, "In the past few days, I have asked them to secretly check the garbage dumped out of the dance hall. After all, from a certain perspective, the garbage can be used to reconstruct what happened in the dance hall... …”

"Nice idea, what next? What did you find?"

"Bandages, a lot of blood-stained bandages." The police officer said solemnly, "These bandages seem to have been around for a while, and the blood stains on them have turned black. Only a serious injury would require so many bandages.

At first I thought that these bandages might be used to deal with the missing body, but if I think about it carefully, the blood will not flow out soon after death, and there will be no need for such a large number of bandages, so..."

"You mean, the seriously injured companion who was snatched away by the Twilight Society?"

"Yes, I suspect that the person they snatched from us was hiding in Box 001 of the dance hall... Of course, this is just inference, not conclusive evidence."

"I understand."

The director's eyes gradually became serious. He looked down at the birthday banquet invitation in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he opened it and spoke calmly,

"It seems that I have to go to this birthday banquet... Li Ruohong is Mu Chunsheng's nephew. He will definitely be present at this birthday banquet. I want to find a suitable opportunity to talk to this 'Twilight Club Member' in person , test him."

"Then over there at the dance hall..."

"As soon as Li Ruohong leaves, the defense at the dance hall should be relaxed. You can take the opportunity to search more deeply to see if there are any clues... But again, control the scale and don't alert the snake."

"understand!"

……

Chen Ling thought about the birthday banquet for a long time.

When Kong Baosheng finished cooking and brought the steaming dishes to the table, Chen Ling was still sitting on the table like a sculpture, with her brows sometimes furrowed, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes lost in thought.

Kong Baosheng wanted to persuade him to eat while it was hot, but seeing Chen Ling's solemn look, he still didn't say anything... In his mind, Mr. Lin was probably distressed because there were no guests in the theater, although on the surface he was not interested in all this. He didn't care at all, but he must be as anxious as himself.

Spending money to buy a theater, but in the end there are no customers. This should make anyone sad.

Kong Baosheng didn't dare to move unless Chen Ling moved his chopsticks first. He just sat there obediently, watching Chen Ling deep in thought... When waves of hungry grunts came from his stomach, Chen Ling replied. Overwhelmed, he looked at Kong Baosheng doubtfully:

"Why don't you eat?"

"Sir, if you don't want to eat, I'm too embarrassed to eat."

"What are you sorry for...I was just lost in thought." Chen Ling waved her hand, "Let's eat first. I have to go out after eating."

Kong Baosheng moved his chopsticks and asked doubtfully: "Sir, do you want to buy something? I can help."

"No." Chen Ling shook her head and replied calmly,

"I'm going to see an old friend."

……

evening.

At the busiest intersection in the main city of Hongchen, a tall foreign-style building stands silently at dusk. Different from other brightly lit tall buildings, this building has a classic and low-key shape. The ancient pendulum rotates slowly on the top of the building, reflecting in the dusk. In light gold.

At the door of this building, the powerful gilded characters attracted the passers-by to stop:

——Huang Family Group.

At this time, on the top floor of the foreign-style building, Huang Xuyue was wearing a white nightgown, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes reflecting the lights of thousands of houses that were gradually lighting up in the dusk, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"...The signing contract of our Huang Family Consortium is the most conscientious in the entire main city of Hongchen. Whether it is the share ratio or the degree of binding on artists, it is far less dark than the former Huadu Consortium. Therefore, after the collapse of the Huadu Consortium, originally Almost all of their artists signed new contracts with us immediately.”

"Within half a year, the number of artists under our Huang Family Consortium has skyrocketed, accounting for 60% of the main city of Hongchen. Even many of the artists originally under the Beidou Consortium risked sky-high liquidated damages to come to work with us again. sign contract……"

"But the time it took for our Huang Consortium to gain momentum is still too short, and we have insufficient foundation. In addition, the contract issue has annoyed the Beidou Consortium. Our layout in the entire industry is being eroded little by little... If we don't take measures as soon as possible, I'm afraid we will be very It will soon become the next Huadu Consortium.”

"Miss... no, Chairman, what should we do?"

In the corner of the room, Uncle Quan, who had gray hair on his temples, held a few documents and sighed helplessly.