Chapter 238 The melodious sound of the piano
Chen Ling's words sounded, and everyone's hearts trembled slightly.
Originally, when Fang Lichang was still there, there was at least one law enforcement officer sitting here. Although the title of "Law Enforcement Officer" was far less deterrent than the "Twilight Society", it could at least give people some sense of security. Now that Fang Lichang has left, they The only support has also disappeared.
"The prosecutor is a fourth-level expert... Facing [Six of Spades], there shouldn't be any surprises, right?" a reporter asked cautiously.
"It's hard to say." The defense lawyer said thoughtfully, "As far as I know, the members of the Twilight Society are not ranked according to their strength, but according to the time they joined the society. The number 6 on the card does not mean they are weak. On the contrary, it is possible. He is a strong man who has just been absorbed by the Twilight Society..."
"The Twilight Society is a gangster wanted by all human realms, how can anyone be weak?"
"Then Mr. Prosecutor..."
Everyone was talking but fell silent again. They looked at the broken window with the cold wind blowing wildly, and their uneasiness became more and more intense.
Although Old Man Ding didn't understand anything about the Fourth Level Twilight Society, he was afraid of ghosts. His narrow eyes scanned the dark surroundings and the playing cards flying in the darkness. His heart trembled, and he shrank his neck and silently retreated behind everyone.
"How about we go back to the room first and wait for the prosecutor to come back?" the defense lawyer suggested.
Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.
They walked straight to the door of the banquet. The defense lawyer pulled the door handle but did not pull it. He was slightly stunned.
"What's going on? The door is locked?"
Hearing this sentence, everyone was shocked. It stands to reason that the banquet is still going on, and it is impossible to lock the door of the hall, and in this environment, the door happens to be locked... It is difficult not to make people daydream.
"Let me see."
Chen Ling stepped forward and turned a few times, and the door lock made a slight click sound.
With the sudden force of his right hand, the door lock was pushed open directly, and the door opened a gap... Behind the gap, there was darkness like an abyss.
Due to the height of the banquet hall, the aurora and moonlight can come in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, so everyone can barely see the surrounding things clearly here, but there is really no light in the corridor behind the door, darkness and silence. People are subconsciously afraid.
Seeing that the door lock was unlocked and everyone could finally return to their rooms, they breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but praise:
"Reporter Zhuo is so powerful."
"Yes, Lao Zhuo has to step forward at the critical moment."
"I almost thought the spade was back again. It scared me just now..."
Chen Ling held a candle, and the flickering candlelight illuminated a corner of the door. He smiled slightly and said, "I'll hold the candle to open the way for you. You follow me."
"Okay, I didn't ask..."
Stab-! !
Before everyone could finish their words, a dry and pale palm came out of the dark crack in the door and silently and strangely grabbed Chen Ling's neck. Before anyone could react, his whole body was dragged out of the afterimage and disappeared in an instant. Behind the gate!
This scene happened so fast. When the last word "Ti" was spoken, Chen Ling's whole body was dragged into the darkness, and a shrill scream instantly sounded from behind the door!
Immediately afterwards, there was a series of eerie laughter, the sounds of struggles, and the sounds of bones being chewed and exploded...
A second later, the dark corridor behind the crack in the door fell into dead silence again.
Tick tock, tick tock——
The sound of dripping liquid continued to echo in the corridor, but Chen Ling's voice was completely silent. At this moment, the crack in the half-open door seemed to have turned into a man-eating black beast, crawling quietly and solemnly in front of everyone.
Everyone who witnessed the whole process was so frightened that their heartbeats almost stopped. They screamed and backed away frantically from the door. Some people even fell to the ground in such panic.
At the same time, the candle originally held by Chen Ling rolled back from the crack in the door soaked in scarlet blood...
The weak candlelight shone on the surface of the dim door. Only then did everyone see that the pattern of [Six of Spades] was outlined on the huge door. As the candlelight was extinguished by the blood, the pattern on the door also disappeared. Instantly sinking into darkness.
Old man Ding, who was closest to Chen Ling, collapsed to the ground and spoke incoherently:
"Ghost...there is...a ghost behind the door!"
"It's [Six of Spades]!" The defense lawyer's face was also as pale as paper, "He's right here!!"
"What about the prosecutor who was chased out just now? He still..."
No one answered this question. The [6 of Spades] appeared here, which meant that the prosecutor who had just chased him had either failed, or was in danger... Everyone's hearts had sunk to the bottom.
squeak——
At this moment, a sudden violin sound sounded from behind everyone.
Everyone was stunned and looked back in astonishment.
On the dim stage surrounded by white candles, a figure was standing alone, holding an ancient violin gently under his chin and holding a long bow in his right hand, like a performer about to start a performance.
The moment they saw the man, everyone's pupils shrank unconsciously. They couldn't see the man's face clearly under the dim light, but now, except for Zhuo Shuqing, who was dragged away just now, everyone present was gathered together. Together……
Who is that person on the stage?
In the suffocating silence, the corners of the man's mouth on the stage raised slightly, and a deep voice sounded:
""Aria on the G String" is dedicated to you."
The next moment, the longbow was like an elegantly waving baton, the strings flying skillfully, sometimes like a heavy rain falling, sometimes like a mountain spring... He was like a great violinist, playing in his own Passionate performance in the golden hall!
The cold wind howled into the banquet hall, and the news drafts placed on the table flew up all over the sky. Those fabricated public opinion swords were like countless accompanying dancers, whirling wildly under his passionate performance. !
Everyone was stunned.
The hoarse and taunting sound of saws was wailing in their ears, like someone scratching a blackboard with sharp nails. The chaotic and unorganized strings tore not only their eardrums, but also their fragile bodies. And the psychological defense line of fear.
In the dim hall, the bleeding corridor, surrounded by countless pale candles, a performer who was making harsh noises was playing intoxicatedly...
This extremely impactful scene trampled on their sanity crazily. One reporter came back to his senses in horror and realized that the person on the stage was probably [Six of Spades], so he rolled and crawled towards the corridor!
But as soon as he took three steps, a strong wind blew past everyone's ears.
Immediately afterwards, the violin performance stopped abruptly, and the dull drum beat suddenly exploded.
boom--! !
The violin whizzed and hit the reporter on the back of the head, causing blood to fly;
Warm scarlet red smeared on the violin body, and on the familiar yet unfamiliar face, "Fang Lichang" raised his chin slightly, looking down at the reporter lying in a pool of blood coldly and crazily, the corners of his mouth raised inadvertently:
"Forbidden, leave midway."