I'm not a theatre god

Although Chen Ling could not use his skills, the physical bonus brought by the blood-clothed clothes was still there. This power was not something that a middle-aged and fat manager Sun could compete with. He pushed hard several times, but the door did not budge.

Manager Sun looked at Chen Ling outside the door with a bad feeling in his heart. Just as he was about to shout something, a hand covered his mouth like lightning.

"Go in."

Chen Ling grabbed his head with one hand, forced him back into the room, and then locked the door tightly with his backhand.

Only then did Chen Ling see the original appearance of this office clearly.

This office is about more than 100 square meters in size. There is a carefully polished wide mahogany table in the middle, and behind it is a huge bookcase. However, there are no books on the bookcase. Instead, it is filled with various antiques or gold ornaments. A dazzling array of things, gradually charming.

But these are not the point. The key is that in the deepest part of the office, there is a 2.5-meter round bed. The bed is extremely messy at the moment, as if it has just experienced a melee.

Next to the round bed is a wardrobe. The wardrobe is half open at the moment. There are pieces of women's uniforms with different styles hanging in it, but it makes people's blood flow. There are whip candles and some Chen Ling piled at the bottom. Something rare that has never been seen before.

Chen Ling's brows rose slightly.

A little supervisor has quite a bit of fun.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of..." Manager Sun's mouth and nose were covered by Chen Ling, and he slapped Chen Ling's arms with both hands. His neck turned red, as if he could hardly breathe.

Chen Ling pushed hard and pushed him backwards. He sat down on the chair in front of the desk and coughed violently.

Chen Ling walked around the house again and found an old-fashioned film camera at the foot of the bed. Although it was not as professional as the equipment he used when he was a reporter, it was enough for daily photography.

"What do you want to do?" Manager Sun's arrogance was obviously weakened a lot. He looked at Chen Ling in red who was wandering around his office, his eyes full of fear.

Chen Ling didn't answer. After playing with the camera for a while, she threw it back on the bed and continued to wander around the house.

This indifference of wandering around in one's own territory as if no one else is around makes it even more terrifying in the dead silence. It's like when a robber breaks into the house and starts playing with flowers and plants in front of the owner, it will be more terrifying than coming in, smashing things and then leaving.

"Looking at your outfit, are you a contestant who came to take part in the preliminary test today?" Manager Sun swallowed and tried his best to calm down, "I'm telling you, I am one of the judges for this preliminary test. You'd better be wiser. ,otherwise"

"Otherwise what?" Chen Ling replied calmly.

"Otherwise, you will never be able to pursue the path of acting in your life! You can only stay in these shabby towns forever and spend your life like an ant! And let me tell you, I also have connections among the police. If you mess with I, I can make your whole family walk around without food!"

The more Manager Sun spoke, the more confident he became, and his voice was not as trembling as before. He seemed to have regained his power and confidence.

Chen Ling couldn't help but chuckle.

"You still dare to laugh?" Manager Sun's eyes widened.

He saw the man in red clothes slowly walking towards him, and subconsciously shrank back. Just by looking into Chen Ling's eyes, most of the confidence he had just accumulated disappeared.

"Where is the theater troupe's performance registration form?"

Manager Sun subconsciously asked, "Why do you want that thing?"

Chen Ling glanced at him coldly, and the latter immediately stopped asking, his eyes flashed slightly, and he pointed to the drawer on the other side of the desk.

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes, leaned over, opened the drawer, and started searching.

Seeing Chen Ling exposing her back to him, a ruthless look appeared on Manager Sun's face. He fumbled for a heavy jade toad from the bookshelf behind him, raised his hands high, and smashed the hard square base against the Chen Ling’s back!

In this blow, Manager Sun gritted his teeth and used all his strength. Coupled with the weight of the jade toad, if it hits the person's head, he will definitely die!

But Chen Ling seemed to have been prepared for this. The moment Supervisor Sun smashed the jade toad, he dodged sideways and avoided the blow. He grabbed a pen from the table with his backhand and stabbed Supervisor Sun into it like lightning. throat!

The reversal happened so quickly that Supervisor Sun never expected that Chen Ling would be able to react. The ferociousness and excitement of his upcoming success still remained on his face. It wasn't until his throat was pierced and blood gurgled out of his throat that his eyes finally opened. Fear and astonishment emerged.

He whimpered and struggled, raising his trembling hand to pull the pen out of his throat, but before he could touch the pen body, he fell to the ground.

Scarlet blood spread bit by bit on the floor, and he was completely out of breath.

Chen Ling glanced at the wide-eyed corpse on the ground and sighed:

"It would be great if you just give me the record."

Chen Ling didn't intend to kill anyone. After all, he just wanted to find the theater troupe's registration information. However, Director Sun took the lead in killing him. If Chen Ling didn't kill him, he would definitely make the matter bigger. Not only would he not get the information, but he would also You may be surrounded by police officers.

Chen Ling stepped over Supervisor Sun's body expressionlessly and began to search in the drawer. After rummaging for a while, she did not find the so-called record sheet. It seemed that this was just a trap set by Supervisor Sun to trap him.

So Chen Ling rummaged through the whole house and finally found a locked metal cabinet in the corner of the bookcase. It seemed to be connected to the wall and could not be moved.

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. He stood up and groped around on Supervisor Sun for a while, finally found the key and opened it.

The metal cabinet was mostly filled, but most of them were photos stacked together. Chen Ling picked a few of them and raised her eyebrows slightly.

These photos all have the same bed background, with multiple people exercising, and clearly capture the body and appearance of each participant, ranging from fourteen or fifteen years old to early thirties. They are stacked on top of each other, about More than two hundred pictures.

Chen Ling rubbed her chin with one hand, thoughtfully.

He put the photos aside for a while, took out a few piles of envelopes, opened some of the letters and glanced at them, and Chen Ling understood what was going on.

Most of these envelopes are from some well-known actresses, and they all came from several nearby towns in the early years. One or two of them have even entered the main city of Hongchen. The contents of these letters are from Director Sun and others. They used their bed photos as threats and repeatedly demanded large amounts of money.

Some gave them, and some didn't. Those who gave them were blackmailed repeatedly by Manager Sun, and those who didn't had their photos sent directly to their relatives, causing their families to be ruined.

Of course, there are also men among them. They made large remittances to Director Sun in exchange for a place to pass the two examinations. The most recent remittance was to a man named Wu Shaohua, whose amount was more than that of an ordinary family. It is an astronomical figure.

After flipping through the letters and photos, Chen Ling looked at Manager Sun with round eyes and smiled awkwardly:

"What a world of mortals."