I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 44 Questioning

"...No need."

Chen Ling put away the short knife and took a deep breath, "I'll think about it first."

Chu Muyun slowly leaned back in his chair, seemingly not surprised by the result. He did not try to persuade him to stay, but spoke calmly,

"No problem, when you have made up your mind, come to Xiaofang Grocery Store to find me anytime... I will be waiting for you here all day today."

Chen Ling stood up and was about to leave, Chu Muyun took out a small silver cube from his arms and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

"A gift from my superior." Chu Muyun said lightly, "Through it, you may be able to understand us a little better..."

Chen Ling took the small cube, looked at it in his hand for a moment, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, thank you."

"Also, pay attention to your mental state, don't be affected by the distorted Shinto... Your path is very evil."

Chen Ling did not answer, he also noticed that since he embarked on that path, his emotions have become a little strange...

He needs to calm down and think about it.

Leaving the room, Chen Ling walked up the stairs and finally came to a small shop. A woman who was sleeping on her stomach behind the counter looked up at him and went back to sleep.

Chen Ling also had some impression of this Xiaofang Grocery Store. Although it was far from Hanshuang Street, the things sold there were very cheap. He would occasionally bring Chen Yan to buy some things during the Chinese New Year... Unexpectedly, this place was actually the base organized by Chu Muyun and his team.

Chen Ling had no intention of chatting with the woman and pushed the door open and walked out.

The heavy snow did not stop with the end of the first play, and it was still scattered on the earth. Now the snow had exceeded the ankles, making it more and more inconvenient to walk.

Chen Ling identified the direction and walked straight to Hanshuang Street... He didn't know why he wanted to go back, there was nothing there.

But where else could he go except Hanshuang Street?

Chen Ling didn't know that the small house on Frost Street was his only shelter in this world, even though this shelter didn't leave him any good memories...

"Chen Ling!!"

As soon as Chen Ling walked near his home, a voice sounded from not far away.

Wu Youdong walked briskly through the snow and came to him, "Chen Ling, where did you go before? Are you feeling better?"

"Why are you here?" Chen Ling looked at Wu Youdong in surprise. He was half dead and leaning on a cane a few hours ago, but now he can move freely and looks radiant.

"I'm here to thank the miracle doctor!" Wu Youdong said excitedly, "It's the man who lives in your house. He's amazing! I remember that when I was talking to him, my eyes went dark. When I woke up, my legs were healed!

The doctor at the clinic said that I had to rest for half a year, and there was a high possibility that I would have a root cause of the disease... But he cured me in one go!

I was injured when I was doing heavy work before, and my knees and joints would hurt when it was cloudy or rainy, but now I don't feel it at all, and the most important thing is...

I feel like I've grown taller again!"

Chen Ling looked at Wu Youdong and clearly felt that he was indeed taller... Before, the top of his head only reached his chin, but now it is close to his nose.

Chu Muyun, so amazing?

"He's gone." Chen Ling paused for a moment and added, "And most likely, he won't come back."

Wu Youdong was stunned for a moment, and his face showed disappointment...

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

Watching Wu Youdong go away, Chen Ling returned to the door of his home. Just as he was about to push the door, his hand hanging in the air suddenly stopped.

He looked at the old eaves of the door, his eyes narrowed, and a glimmer flashed in his pupils.

The extreme detail observation ability brought to him by [Secret Eyes] instantly locked onto the tiny snow stains on the eaves of the door.

No...

Someone entered the house when he left.

And most likely he didn't come out.

Chen Ling retracted his arm vigilantly and took two silent steps back in the snow. At this moment, a voice slowly sounded from the house.

"Good observation, come in." It was Han Meng's voice, as low as always, "You don't think you can stay away from home for the rest of your life, do you?"

Chen Ling saw that his whereabouts were exposed, frowned, hesitated for a moment, and still pushed the door open with force.

"What are you doing in my house?" He looked at Han Meng who was sitting at the dining table and said in a deep voice.

"Investigation."

"What's the difference between you and a thief who broke into a house?"

"Law enforcers have the power of law enforcement and investigation. Do I need to explain this to you?" Han Meng tapped the table with his knuckles. "Don't say I just came in to investigate. Even if I set the house on fire, what can you do?"

"..." Chen Ling's eyes became colder and colder.

"But I really didn't expect that you actually knew Chu Muyun... How did you know each other?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"I am now questioning you as the chief law enforcement officer of the third district. Chen Ling, pay attention to your attitude." Han Meng's eyes condensed slightly, and an inexplicable sense of oppression suddenly enveloped the living room!

Chen Ling looked at him for a long time and slowly spoke,

"Dr. Lin from the clinic on the corner recommended me."

"Why did you go to see a doctor?"

"I was not feeling well at the time."

"You are not feeling well and need to ask Chu Muyun? Are you feeling unwell or... your mind is polluted by the gray world?" Han Meng's eyes suddenly became sharp, like an eagle that can see through people's hearts.

"I..." Chen Ling was shocked. In front of Han Meng, he suddenly felt that he had nothing to hide.

"On the night of the disaster, you talked to Jiang Qin and said that your brother was squatting on the corner of the street. But I happened to be investigating Bingquan Street in District 2 today and found that your brother Chen Yan had all his organs removed a few days ago and died a violent death. So who was the brother you were talking about that night?"

"..."

"I searched the whole house and found only two people's traces of life, one is you and the other is Chu Muyun, but why are there three bowls in the sink? Who are those bowls for?"

"..."

"Before coming here, I looked for Wu Youdong, and he said that you lit candles in the room alone, and then..."

"Enough!!"

Chen Ling stood up suddenly, his eyes full of bloodshot,

"Yes! I'm crazy, okay?!"

"There's something wrong with my brain! I I can see Ah Yan! I feel like he is right beside me! ! "

"Just a while ago! He was making a snowman at the door! Blowing out candles with me in the house! He said he wanted to go back to school and sing at the New Year's Eve party! To me, he is a living person!"

"He is just an ordinary child! He is sick! He wants to get better! He wants to be able to stand on the stage and perform openly one day! What did he do wrong? ! ! "

"Han Meng! You are here to question me aggressively, when the gang on Bingquan Street killed my brother! Where were you? ! ! "

"When they colluded with law enforcers and forced ordinary people to death one after another, where were you? ! ! "

"Where is your right to investigate? ! Where is your right to enforce the law? ! ! "

Han Meng's body shook violently.

Chen Ling's chest rose and fell violently, and he stared at Han Meng's eyes... Han Meng's originally calm eyes shrank slightly, and he unconsciously avoided Chen Ling's gaze.

He just sat there quietly, with his head lowered, like a sculpture.

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