I'm not a drama god

"There is nothing unusual in Hanyue Street."

"There is nothing unusual in Hanfeng Street."

"There is nothing unusual in Hanxue Street..."

Continuous sounds came from the intercom. Chen Ling stood alone on the roof of a five-story building and looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty.

This small building is already the tallest building in the nearby block. If he stood here on weekdays, Chen Ling could have a panoramic view of five or six streets... But now in the heavy fog, he could not even see the edge of the building on this floor. It feels like the whole world is wrapped in water vapor.

He sighed helplessly and pressed the intercom, "Nothing unusual on Frost Street."

It was already dusk on the second day when thick fog fell. There was no sign of disaster invasion, and there was no reply from Aurora City... Everything was so quiet, so quiet that it was unsettling.

Especially Chen Ling, since he saw the reminder about the audience's expectations, he was sure that something must have happened in District [-], but he searched all the streets last night and found nothing strange.

"The third law enforcement officer takes over, and the rest can rest." Han Meng's voice came from the walkie-talkie, followed by a series of receipts.

As the sky grew dark, Chen Ling put away the walkie-talkie, walked back down the stairs to the first floor, and headed home.

He was stimulated by the audience's expectations last night and didn't sleep all night. He needed a rest today... He walked to the door of his house and glanced at the Zhao's breakfast shop opposite, which was still brightly lit. After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't bother him and turned back to the house.

After Chen Ling finished washing, she lay down on the bed early, and her consciousness gradually fell into sleep...

Of course, dreaming is impossible.

Chen Ling opened her eyes again. A pair of playful red eyes were watching him from the audience. The dazzling spotlight shone on him, turning him into the only focus on the dilapidated stage.

Chen Ling was not surprised by this, but he didn't know if it was his imagination. He vaguely felt that the way the audience looked at him today seemed even weirder...

It's like, looking forward to something.

Chen Ling frowned slightly and looked down at the screen on the stage. After a boring day of standing guard, the audience's expectations did not drop. They still maintained 39% of the progress last night. This is almost impossible for the audience.

"Something's wrong..." Chen Ling smelled something strange keenly, "There must be something wrong."

Chen Ling recalled everything carefully in her mind, and found no problems. This was not surprising, because Chen Ling knew that the audience could see some "plots" that they could not see... and wanted to rely on this method to infer Where things go wrong requires luck.

Chen Ling thought for a long time and could only give up.

He closed his eyes, and in a daze, the twisted divine path leading to the sky appeared around him again.

Since Chen Ling unlocked the qualification to step into the second level, he has tried to climb up the level basically every night. After all, he can feel that his mental power is increasing every day... Although it is only a very slight amount, it has increased at least.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and poured spiritual power into his feet. Just as the soles of his feet gradually approached the surface of the steps, a crisp bell suddenly rang from above the stage!

Jingle Bell--

Chen Ling was stunned.

Of course he was familiar with the ringtone, which meant the end of half-time... for him, it was about waking up from a dream.

But he just fell asleep not long ago?

Chen Ling looked at the screen in front of the stage in confusion, and a line of characters had jumped out:

[The intermission is over, please continue the performance]

Immediately afterwards, there is a series of characters:

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Audience Expectation Value +3]

[Audience expectations +...]

Chen Ling's consciousness suddenly dropped!

……

dong dong dong-

In her sleep, Chen Ling suddenly opened her eyes!

Someone knocking on the door?

The mist flowed outside the dark window. He quickly sat up and looked in the direction of the door.

dong dong dong-

The knock on the door sounded again, neither light nor heavy, and the rhythm of each sound was extremely even, giving people an elegant yet polite feeling.

Chen Ling looked at the time and saw that less than an hour had passed since he went to sleep... No wonder the stage urged him to continue the performance. It turned out that someone was knocking on the door.

no, no...

Chen Ling clearly remembered that before she lost consciousness on the stage, she saw the warning message on the screen that the audience's expectations were increasing. What could excite the audience so much was definitely not as simple as knocking on the door!

Chen Ling walked out of bed without hesitation, held the gun beside the bed in his hand, and slowly approached the door.

dong dong dong-

"Who?" Chen Ling said in a deep voice.

After a moment, a harsh and strange voice sounded from the door.

"I'm here to find someone..."

Hearing this sound, Chen Ling knew something was wrong. It was not a sound that human vocal cords could produce at all. It was as harsh as hearing nails scratching on a blackboard, but this harshness was imitating the way humans speak.

Find someone?

Chen Ling asked subconsciously, "Who are you looking for?"

"The scarlet master of the ghostly abyss;"

"The formless king who plays tricks on fate."

There is no pause or ambiguity in these two sentences. They sound very smooth and natural, as if they have been practiced many times.

Chen Ling's brain was running rapidly, thinking whether he should open the door to see what was behind, or shoot first... After a moment of silence, he answered:

"The person you are looking for is not here."

The voice behind the door fell silent.

The next moment, Chen Ling's house exploded into pieces!

In the gray mist, a figure rushed towards Chen Ling's door!

Chen Ling was well prepared, and instantly raised her knee to hit the figure's chest, and whizzed the opponent's head with the handle of the gun with her backhand. The figure let out a muffled groan and fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, Chen Ling could barely see his whole face.

"Zhao Yi?"

Seeing the man's face, Chen Ling was stunned.

"...Be careful! My shadow!!" Zhao Yi turned pale and shouted despite the dizziness in his head.

Chen Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and almost at the same time, a huge afterimage swept from the shadows in front of him!

Its speed was so fast that Chen Ling had no time to think. It was the most powerful killing move. The domain of the Tribunal suddenly opened up. The black gun muzzle was instantly pointed in front of him and he pulled the trigger without hesitation!

boom--!

The deconstructed bullet pierced the black shadow, tearing it apart into nothingness, turning into a ball of broken mud and falling to the ground.

The mental energy of the [Inquisition] was exhausted, which made Chen Ling a little dizzy, but it was much better than the time in Hōdō Kozo. He frowned and glanced at the shapeless corpse on the ground, and then looked at Zhao Yi fell to the ground and coughed violently.

"Zhao Yi, what's going on?"

Zhao Yi lay on his back, panting like a broken bellows, his voice extremely weak, "Chen Ling... they are coming!"