Chapter 239 Elegant and Crazy

This sudden scene made everyone's brains go blank.

Since the lights went out, everything that happened in front of them was impacting their cognition, so that their brains were basically in a state of shutdown at this moment. As the "drum sound" accompaniment of the violin smashing the skull sounded, they finally came back to their senses, and the most primitive and intense fear surged into their hearts!

"Madman... It's the madman of the Twilight Society!!"

"The prosecutor has been possessed by Spade 6! Run!!"

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die!!!"

"..."

The frightened cry scared Old Man Ding so much that his whole body trembled. Several reporters around him got up and rushed directly to the direction of the gate, but he wanted to move his body, but he couldn't muster the strength. A warm current flowed between his feet, and he was frightened and incontinent on the spot.

At this time, Old Man Ding saw the devil-like figure holding the violin disappear again, chasing after the fleeing people one by one like a ghost, and knocking them all to the ground.

A series of explosions sounded, and within a few seconds, Old Man Ding had become the only person who remained awake in the hall.

Scarlet blood flowed silently in the hall. The man walked slowly among the maggots that were groaning in pain, and flipped over the table full of candles. The swaying flames ignited the flying news drafts, and the fire butterflies that fed on slander and frame-up flew all over the hall!

Squeak-squeak-

The man put the blood-red violin, which was mostly broken, on his chin, and the longbow played a weird and disordered movement again. With every step he took, a reporter's hand bones were crushed and he let out a sharp and painful wail.

In the flying fire butterflies and blood-red reflections, the primitive violent aesthetics intertwined with the weird performance acoustics at this moment, sublimated to the extreme.

After half a piece of music, all the reporters present had their hands trampled and broken, unable to write a single word for the rest of their lives. The severe pain made them all faint... In the horrified eyes of Old Man Ding, the figure playing the violin gracefully had already crossed the hall and came to him.

Buzz——!

As a string broke and made a harsh buzzing sound, this strange piece of music came to an abrupt end!

The embers of the fire butterfly disappeared in the pool of blood, and the bright hall slowly fell into darkness again. Old Man Ding witnessed the face gradually sinking into the shadows, and asked a question that seemed to come from the netherworld:

"... Did I play well?"

Old Man Ding didn't say a word, his teeth were trembling wildly, and the people around him seemed to be trampled to death. He knew that he would definitely be the next one...

Perhaps it was the potential between life and death that broke out. Old Man Ding screamed, and he didn't know where he got the strength to roll and crawl from the ground, and rushed towards the corridor without looking back.

This time, Chen Ling didn't stop him.

He looked at the back of Old Man Ding leaving, with a teasing smile on his lips. He would not let Old Man Ding off so easily, because he still had some use value.

Chen Ling tore off the face of "Fang Lichang", walked slowly through the dead silence and blood, walked to the door, picked up the camera on the table, and casually pointed at the hall behind him and the bloody spade 6 on the ground, and pressed the shutter.

Click--

The bright light of the spotlight flashed, lighting up the dark hall for a moment,

Chen Ling then dragged all the unconscious people in the house out of the house, put them into the cart used to transport dishes, glanced at the empty hall, and elegantly and lightly closed the door for them.

...

Meili Hotel, side door.

A group of hooligans squatted in the cold wind, shivering.

"Boss, you called us here in the middle of the night to wait, what's the matter?"

"Yeah... At this time, even the dogs are asleep!"

"Isn't this a high-end hotel? The person we are going to beat this time is not a big shot, right?"

"..."

Several thugs asked doubtfully while rubbing their red hands. The thug boss squatted on a big rock, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and also frowned at the dark hotel in front of him.

"Just stay here, we won't beat anyone today!"

"If we don't beat anyone, then why are we here?"

Just as the thug boss was about to say something, a figure in waiter's clothes slowly walked out of the side door with a cart... He blinked and looked hard, and found that it was the reporter Lin Yan, and the whole person suddenly became energetic.

"Boss, I called everyone here as you said!" The thug boss walked up and said.

"Well." Chen Ling said calmly, "Take the people in these cars back, find a place to tie them up, and knock anyone who wakes up with a stick, and then release them on time at 7 o'clock the next morning, understand?"

The gangster boss was stunned for a moment. He has been in this business for so long, but this is the first time he has encountered so many kidnapping requests... Even the release time has been calculated?

Chen Ling casually took out a few silver bills from his arms and handed them to the gangster boss, "The reward for finding someone last time and the reward this time are here, take it, and tell your subordinates to keep their mouths shut."

When the gangster boss saw the amount on the silver bill, his eyes suddenly widened, and he immediately said:

"Boss...Boss, these two small jobs don't cost so much money..."

"No need to change."

Chen Ling waved his hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced in the direction where Old Man Ding left.

"Get to work, I still have things to deal with..."

His figure gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

Looking at Chen Ling's leaving figure, the gangster boss could only think of the words "big money" in his mind. The younger brother on the side stepped forward and saw the amount of the banknote, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Boss, this boss is too generous...can we have this money?"

"Yes! Why not?"

"Didn't you say that you have to be honest in the world of martial arts? You shouldn't take more than you deserve..."

"That's when we get paid from others. This time it was the boss who took the initiative to tip more. Can it be the same??"

The ruffian leader solemnly stuffed the banknotes into his arms, looked at the carts, stepped forward and took away the tablecloths covering them... He felt slightly sad when he saw ten miserable-looking figures crowded together inside. One jump.

"My dear, where did this boss come from? How ruthless is he?" The boy on the side had a look of astonishment on his face.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." The gangster leader slapped him with his hand.

"Everyone works for me! Please help me do things beautifully this time. If the boss says they can't wake up, then no one can wake up! Don't sleep tonight, everyone is waiting with sticks for me. Let's see who can wake up." The first sign of waking up is two sticks, do you understand?"

"clear!!"