I'm not a drama god

Chapter 576 New Role

boom--

Billows of dust rose into the sky.

At this time, a few kilometers away from the point of destruction, the hem of a red opera robe was blown up by the strong wind.

"What an exaggerated destructive power..." Chen Ling looked at the razed ruins in the distance and couldn't help but sigh.

If Wang Jincheng's blow was really aimed at him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to escape no matter how powerful he was. Even the [Blood Clothes] wouldn't be able to make him recover from a pool of blood and mud, and he would end up like Li Ruohong in the end. end.

It's a pity that Wang Jincheng sacrificed himself and crushed an entire block, and ended up being beaten with a cannon... I wonder if he would be so angry that he died on the spot after knowing the truth?

Previously in the skin area of ​​Xidao Ancient Collection, Chen Ling discovered that the face of anyone in the world could be generated there, and it had the same effect as [Thousand Faces]. At that time, out of curiosity, he took away one of his own. Face.

Originally, Chen Ling planned to wear this face just in case of emergencies, but she didn't expect it to come in handy this time. Rather than letting herself become someone else, it would be more interesting to let others become herself... consuming a face. It doesn't matter, as long as he returns to Xidao Guzang, he can still get a bunch of his own face.

[6 of Hearts] Chen Ling Everyone is shouting to beat her up, but if one day the streets are full of [6 of Hearts], how should the world respond?

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

Chen Ling smiled slightly, like a demon causing trouble in the world, raising the corners of her scarlet lips.

He glanced leisurely in the direction of the ruins, then walked straight into the Beidou Consortium's manor. The birthday banquet that was bustling a few minutes ago was now dead silent. All the guests fled in confusion, and the bodyguards also went out to look for Mu Chunsheng. The entire manor It was quiet except for the sound of rain hitting the grass.

Under the dark rain clouds, an actor in red walked leisurely across the messy red carpet and slowly stopped in the center of the venue.

Chen Ling picked up the oil-paper umbrella on the ground, gently brushed off the mud and grass blades on it, put one hand behind her back, and bowed with a smile, like an actor making a silent exit in the empty seats after a big play came to an end.

It was not until this moment that the curtain of the performance opened by Chen Ling was officially closed.

Snapped--

A soft sound.

The plain oil-paper umbrella opened under the dark clouds,

Chen Ling held an umbrella and walked toward the door of the venue alone. Small raindrops hit the eaves of the umbrella, making a soft clicking sound.

Just as the lonely man in red was about to leave, a figure hurriedly ran out from the ruins of the building, holding several burned and tattered contracts in his hand, and shouted:

"Brother Lin, wait for me!"

Chen Ling stopped and saw a look of surprise in his eyes when he saw the disgraced Li Qingshan.

"Brother Li, why are you still here? Didn't you run away just now?"

"I originally wanted to run away, but then I thought about it and it seemed unnecessary...Brother Lin, the manor was blown up like this. Isn't it all your fault, Brother Lin?" Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "In this case, I don't seem to have anything to fear. …So I took advantage of the chaos and ran to Mu Chunsheng’s office to see if all the contracts were burned.”

"You are surprisingly courageous... Have you gained anything?"

"The contracts have basically been burned. There is only one safe left from the explosion, but it also had a big hole." Li Qingshan raised the charred paper scraps in his hand, "There are still a few contracts in it, but I can see I don’t understand, so I just burned them all.”

Chen Ling looked at him with a strange expression, then smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Brother Li, you are on the right track."

"Ah? What's the right way?"

"It's okay, it's nothing."

"Speaking of which, Brother Lin, you have another face? Yours is prettier than mine..."

"Oh, this is my real face, but when I go out, it's more convenient to use an imaginary face. Anyway, when we play Shinto, we always fall out with each other."

"That makes sense... Then I'll change it too."

"By the way, Brother Li, what are your plans next?"

"Not yet, but now that I have signed a contract with the Huang Group, I still have to go back to singing?"

"It's all about singing anyway, so why not come to my place? I just opened a theater, and I still need a new actor to act opposite me... I'll take care of it for the Huang Family Consortium."

"That's a good relationship. What's the name of our theater?"

A misty rain enveloped the mortal world. Two opera robes, one red and one green, walked side by side. As the two of them raised their hands to touch their chins at the same time, the two thin faces disappeared in the drizzle;

"Call...Jinghong."

……

Wang Jincheng dragged his tired body and walked on the ruined road.

He returned to the place where he had just fought with Zhong Qi, only to find that not a single person was left here. It must have been that after he left, Zhong Qi carried Mu Chunsheng, who had fainted, to who knows where.

Just as Wang Jincheng was about to move on, three figures came from the end of the road.

Seeing these three people, Wang Jincheng looked stern and immediately spoke respectfully:

"Police Chief Wang Jincheng has met three palaces."

"Good job this time."

One of them nodded slightly, "From discovering the clues about the cabaret, to further exploration, and then to commanding and calling for help in times of crisis, everything was outstanding... This time we successfully encircled and suppressed the Dusk Club, and you have a lot of credit."

"The three adults are very complimentary. I just did my job, and the main credit goes to you."

After all, Wang Jincheng is a director who has been around for many years, and he is quite good at handling people and sophistication.

Another palace man chuckled and said, "Don't do this with us. [Fusheng-e] doesn't have such complicated interests and favors as you. It's your credit that's due to you, and we won't compete with you."

"More than half a year ago, the people from the Dusk Society provoked us. Today we took away their stronghold in the main city, which can be regarded as a slap in their face... This incident deserves to be reported well."

"I understand." Wang Jincheng nodded immediately, "Don't worry, the headlines in all major news sections tomorrow will be the news that the Dusk Society was defeated by us."

"And one more thing."

"what?"

"We found something that seemed to be a teleportation formation at the stronghold of the song and dance hall, but it was the product of Wushen Dao, we can't tell anything... You are the chief of the police station, and you have a wide range of contacts. You can contact Wushen Dao. Someone come and see where this thing is connected to...

Do you still remember the member of the Twilight Club who was sent away before? We suspect that [9 of Hearts] and [6 of Spades] used that formation to move him away. If this is the case, the other side of the connection between the formations is likely to be a stronghold closely related to the Twilight Society, or even Base camp. "

Hearing this, Wang Jincheng's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded without hesitation:

"No problem, I'll find my friends right away to see if there is any Shaman Dao in the main city, and I'll try to figure out the connection location of the formation as soon as possible!"

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