I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 548 Your House Exploded

Bang——! !

With a sudden scream, a black shadow quickly passed through the chaotic dance hall, like a cannonball passing through the crowd, knocking over several tables and chairs in succession!

"Fuck! What flew over!"

"It seems to be a person???"

"What???"

"..."

The originally noisy crowd was now attracted by the screams and the black shadow that knocked over the tables and chairs. Everyone looked at that position blankly, not knowing what happened.

[At 14:22 in the afternoon, a thunderbolt passed over the dance hall]

The pale lightning flashed silently through the clouds, and through the strong light that suddenly lit up outside the window, everyone finally saw everything in front of them.

Between the messy tables and chairs on the ground, a burly figure covered in blood stared with his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, with a terrified expression and a pale face, and he had no breath. A bloody knife mark pierced his body, which was shocking under the pale lightning.

The dim dance hall, the flash of lightning, the messy tables and chairs, the tragic dead bodies... This scene fell into the eyes of all the guests, and their breathing stagnated.

At the same time, at the end of the path where the body flew backwards, a figure turned his back to the pale lightning outside the window, and a huge shadow like a demon flashed in the dance hall!

The scarlet blood blurred Li Ruohong's face. His face was hideous and fierce. At this moment, in his hand, a grim short knife was dripping blood, and a pool of blood had silently opened under him...

Boom--! ! !

As the flash of lightning disappeared, the dance hall fell into darkness again, and the deafening thunder seemed to rupture their eardrums.

At this moment, everyone finally came to their senses, and the piercing screams rang wildly in the dance hall. Everyone fell into deep fear. The scene just now was engraved in their minds like a brand. Even if everything fell into darkness again, they could imagine Li Ruohong's hideous bloody face! !

At this moment, Li Ruohong in the dark looked down at his palm blankly...

Where's the wrench? ?

When did the original wrench become a knife?

Why did the bodyguard fly out just now... It felt like he didn't use any force at all? !

And what are they screaming about? ?

[Audience Expectation +3]

Li Ruohong was confused and had no idea what was going on. As the lightning flashed again outside the window, the scene of everyone fleeing the dance hall in panic appeared in front of him.

"Blood... blood!! There is blood everywhere!! The floor is bleeding!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked up suddenly. They saw that the floor of the dance hall had been stained with blood at some point, and it kept dripping down, like blood clots that had dried for an unknown period of time between the floor slabs. With the rain, they dripped along the gaps between the walls and the floor slabs and fell on everyone's cheeks.

Pale lightning flashed behind him, blood oozed from the floor, and the dance hall that was still full of luxury a few minutes ago was now like a Shura purgatory!

"The body of the man just now is gone! Only a ball of blood and minced meat are left!"

"How could this happen..."

"It will eat people... It will eat people here!!"

Many figures fled out of the door frantically. At this moment, someone found that the body that was originally lying in the ruins had strangely disappeared in the gap between the flashing lightning... It was as if it was swallowed by something invisible, leaving only a ball of blood and tiny pieces of minced meat, and it also proved that there was indeed a body here just now.

Screams and lightning mixed together, echoing harshly in the dance hall. As the environment fell into darkness for a short time, it lit up again in the lightning. A figure in a brown coat was already sitting in a corner that no one cared about like a ghost.

Dingdang——

The ice cubes gently hit the wall of the cup. Between the flashing black and pale, Chen Ling raised his head slowly and drank the wine in the cup.

"The effect seems to be OK..."

Lightning flashed outside the window, as if the spotlight on the stage was turned on and off one after another; blood flowed along the scenery bit by bit, and the atmosphere was full under the changing lights; the character holding the prop "dagger" stood blankly on the stage, looking at the audience fleeing below, not knowing that he was already in the performance.

Chen Ling, who directed all this personally, put the finished wine glass back on the table, picked up the lighter beside the table, and shook it gently, and the flames swallowed the notes recording the "script" bit by bit.

The dilemma of Jian Changsheng and others is that they are suspected and monitored by the police and [Fu Sheng Hui]. With Chen Ling's current ability, he naturally cannot solve all enemies by force, so his only way is to "package" a more eye-catching "Twilight Society Base" by himself!

In this way, even if the suspicion of the casino cannot be completely cleared, the surveillance of the casino by the Red Dust Main City can be greatly reduced, confusing the audience... The more muddy the water in the Red Dust Main City is, the more beneficial it is for the Twilight Society.

Of course, Chen Ling did not expect to completely divert the suspicion of [Fu Sheng Hui] with this performance. This could only be regarded as an opening at most, an opportunity for the Great World Ballroom to enter the field of vision of [Fu Sheng Hui]... As long as [Fu Sheng Hui] starts to pay attention to this place, everything will be easy.

Chen Ling could not clear the suspicion of the casino, but he had a hundred ways to create suspicion for the ballroom!

The orange flames accompanied by the embers drifted in the pool of blood. Chen Ling walked step by step towards the second-floor stairs in the dark. His fingertips tore his chin, and his figure turned into a tiny afterimage, completely disappearing in the shadows.

"Murder... Murder!!"

"Call the police!!"

"Blood...blood everywhere!"

"..."

The heavy rain poured down on the streets, and a large number of figures swarmed out of the Great World Dance Hall. They shouted in fear and ran in all directions with pale faces, as if they had seen a ghost.

Hearing the noisy sound outside, the residents living nearby also opened their windows and looked at the terrifying shouts blankly. An inexplicable uneasiness began to spread on the street...

At the entrance of the casino, those plainclothes police officers who were still struggling to monitor in the rain saw the chaotic scene in the distance, and their eyes were full of doubts.

A police officer disguised as a rickshaw owner quietly pulled up the car and approached the direction where the crowd fled.

"Brother, what happened over there?"

"Blood...Dance Hall...The floor of the dance hall is bleeding!" A pale young man spoke incoherently, "And, and someone killed someone. He stabbed the person more than ten meters away with a knife, and in the blink of an eye! The body is gone!!"

"What did you say???"

At the same time

At the entrance of Jinghong Building.

Hearing the noisy movement outside, Kong Baosheng carefully poked his head out of the door, trying to keep as much distance as possible from the two soaked "door gods". At the same time, he curiously looked at the fleeing crowd and the Great World Dance Hall, where blood was flowing out of the door.

Kong Baosheng was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and then said to the two equally dazed "door gods":

"Drenched, is your house blown up?"

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