I'm Not a Theatre God

Chapter 9 Dad, I'm Hungry

"It is also possible that the 'disaster' was too weak... one axe killed it completely." Li Xiuchun proposed another possibility.

Chen Tan did not answer. He looked at the figure in the pool of blood for a long time, turned around and took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen.

"What are you going to do?"

"Cut open his chest and see if the heart is still there." Chen Tan said hoarsely, "At least I want to know... whether I killed a monster or the salvation given by God."

He half-knelt beside Chen Ling's body and used the blade to cut open the chest with difficulty. Li Xiuchun, who was standing beside him, turned pale and rushed into the kitchen, vomiting violently.

A few minutes later, Chen Tan slowly stood up.

"How is it?" Li Xiuchun asked.

"Empty." Chen Tan looked at the empty chest wall, as if relieved, "He has no heart."

"No heart? Then how did he..."

"I don't know."

Chen Tan paused, "Whatever it is... it's dead now."

"What should we do with the body?"

"Hide it in the cellar... There are law enforcement officers outside now, and we can't send it out."

Chen Tan dragged the corner of the living room table and opened the heavy wooden board on the ground, revealing a dark and narrow underground space.

In this era without refrigerators, relying on the natural insulation effect of the cellar to store food is the best choice. He was about to throw Chen Ling in, but when he saw the hideous neck wound, he stopped.

"Go get Ah Yan's costume." Chen Tan said, "No matter what it is, it's Ah Ling's skin... There's no coffin for burial, at least give him some decent clothes."

Li Xiuchun shuddered slightly when she mentioned the costume.

"But last night... he came back wearing that dress..."

"It's just a dress." Chen Tan was about to refute, but thinking of the horror scene when Chen Ling came home last night, he didn't insist, "Forget it, let's do it."

Chen Tan threw Chen Ling's body into the cellar, covered it with wooden boards, and pressed the table on it, and it was completely over.

Next, Li Xiuchun began to clean up the bloodstains in the house. Although these things made her feel nauseous, she continued with her nose pinched.

Knock knock knock——

A rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Li Xiuchun, who was cleaning the room, felt her heart skip a beat and turned back to look at Chen Tan.

"Someone is coming?"

"Ignore him for now, pretend that no one is home."

Li Xiuchun nodded, and the two held their breath in the living room, leaving only the dull knocking sound echoing continuously.

But the knocking sound did not mean to stop at all, but became more and more forceful. Then, a low voice came from the door:

"Law enforcer is asking questions! Open the door immediately!"

Hearing the word "law enforcer", the two people's faces suddenly turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, Chen Tan gave Li Xiuchun a look, quickly changed his clothes, and walked to the door without buttoning them.

Squeak——

The door opened a corner.

Chen Tan walked out of the door sideways and closed the door with his backhand, "Law Enforcer, what's the matter?"

The drizzle fell from the gloomy sky, and two figures in black and red uniforms stood outside the door, their faces a little gloomy.

"You've been knocking on the door for so long, why don't you open it?"

"I was sleeping just now, and it took me some time to get dressed." He smiled embarrassedly.

The two law enforcers looked at his clothes that he hadn't buttoned up yet, and relaxed a little, "Is it Chen Ling's house?"

"...Yes."

"Where is he?"

"He went out this morning and hasn't come back yet."

"When he comes back, pass this notice to him." One law enforcer took out a document from his arms, "The entire area of ​​Districts 2 and 3 is now blocked, and all the reserve law enforcers who have passed the written test are temporarily recruited to gather. He is also on the call list.

At 7 o'clock tomorrow morning, gather at the headquarters of the law enforcers in District 3 on time. If you don't go, you will be deemed to have automatically given up the quota."

Chen Tan's heart skipped a beat, but he still took the notice without changing his expression and nodded,

"Okay, I will definitely pass it on."

The two law enforcers turned and left, and Chen Tan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He pushed the door open and walked into the house.

Ci La-Ci La-

As soon as he entered the house, a sharp metal friction sound came into his ears, as if someone was scratching a blackboard with sharp nails, which made Chen Tan instantly shudder.

At this time, Li Xiuchun was huddled in the corner, shaking all over.

She saw Chen Tan return to the house, and her eyes, which were almost collapsed, finally raised. She slowly stretched out a hand and pointed to the kitchen...

In the kitchen, a scarlet figure was facing away from the two of them, with his head lowered, as if chewing something.

Seeing that back, Chen Tan's brain was instantly blank!

It was a boy whose neck was almost cut off. The scarlet flesh was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He held a kitchen knife in his left hand and a bloody axe in his right hand, stuffing them into his mouth at the same time...

As if he noticed that Chen Tan opened the door and went home, the figure in the red robe in the kitchen slowly turned around.

That was Chen Ling, who had lost his heart and was almost beheaded.

His cheeks bulged slightly, and he chewed the metal and wood residues vigorously. His scattered pupils were like animal eyes, weird and eerie.

"Dad."

A voice sounded from behind him, "I'm hungry..."

...

Chen Ling had a dream.

It was a cloudy afternoon.

As usual, he went to the martial arts training ground in the suburbs to exercise and opened the door of his home, sweating profusely.

That day was not his birthday, but there was a cream cake on the dining table at home... The orange candlelight flickered in the dim living room, and two figures sat at the table with red eyes.

A cream cake, worth 200 copper coins, was something their family could never afford on weekdays.

He was confused, and he asked what day it was today.

His parents told him that today was the day his brother Ayan was going to have surgery.

He was very happy after hearing that. His brother's congenital heart disease was a nightmare that troubled their family. In order to cure his brother, his parents and he went around to ask for help, but all the clinics were helpless.

A few days ago, his parents said that they found a hospital in the second district and sent his brother there. They were sure they could cure him.

Hearing this good news, he happily finished the cake, but soon his consciousness began to fade, and he fell on the table. The last picture he saw was his mother Li Xiuchun covering her mouth and crying bitterly.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry." He heard his father whisper, "Ayan's illness needs a heart... You will be willing, right?"

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to answer something, but eventually fell into a coma.

Then, he felt himself being stuffed into a bag, with raindrops falling on the surface of the bag. After a long time, he was finally lifted onto a table.

He felt his chest being cut open and something was taken out of it.

Then, he was put on a piece of clothing and transferred to a certain place in the heavy rain. The heavy soil gradually submerged his body, and everything around him fell into darkness and death...

...

In the darkness, Chen Ling's eyes suddenly opened.

The spotlights lit up one after another above his head, illuminating the red figure lying in the center of the stage. After a moment of trance, Chen Ling supported himself on the ground with both hands and stood up shakily.

"Damn... Why are you back again?"

Chen Ling's face turned pale, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the screen in the center of the stage, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

[Audience expectation +1]

[Audience expectation +1]

[Current expectation: 67%]

[Detection of loss of actor connection, performance interrupted]

[Audience expectation -50]

[Current expectation: 17%]

[Warning! Warning! ]

[Audience begins to intervene in the performance! ]

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