I'm not a drama god

“The only two organizations that can accommodate fusions in this world are the Fusion Faction and the Twilight Society.

All members of the Fusion Sect are composed of fusion people, but members generally have a fanatical admiration for 'fusion' and 'evolution', and believe that Shinto is a shortcut that does not belong to the direction of human evolution... If you are a member of the Fusion Sect, you will never do it just now Would not argue with me about good and evil, but would persuade me to abandon Shinto and embrace true evolution. "

Han Meng's voice was very calm, as if he wanted to strike at the deepest secret in Chen Ling's heart.

"So, you are from the Dusk Society."

Hearing this, Chen Ling frowned slightly under his mask. He didn't expect that Han Meng seemed to be shutting up, but in fact he was waiting for him to speak first and let down his guard...

The reason why he only mentioned the "Jiangtian Sect" and "Dusk Society" just now, but not the "Fusion Sect", was probably a hook laid for himself to identify the forces he was in.

"Can't I not belong to any force?" Chen Ling asked.

"Of course." Han Meng paused for a moment, "I admit that I was gambling, but now it seems... I should have been right."

Chen Ling:......

Another scam, right?

Chen Ling recalled the first time she was bluffed by Han Meng. She escaped the first time, but she didn't expect that she would be bluffed the second time... Han Meng, this old scheming person, should have taken the lead just now. The longer you stay with him, the more flaws you see.

However, even if the identity of the Twilight Club was revealed, Chen Ling was not too panicked. After all, even if Han Meng did not test him, he would still find an opportunity to expose his identity as a member of the Twilight Club.

The dark mask looked at Han Meng for a long time and chuckled, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"Are you smart enough not to consider joining the Twilight Society?"

"I won't consider it." Han Meng simply refused.

"why?"

"Because I am a law enforcement officer, and you are the criminals who destroy the world."

"We just want to restart the world." The scarlet eyes on the dark mask stared at Han Meng, "You said it yourself, law enforcement officers do not represent good...and why do you think we are criminals?"

"Restarting the world means destroying it, isn't it? If the world is not destroyed, how can we restart it?"

Chen Ling was stunned.

"Even if the Aurora Realm is rotten to the core, it still protects millions of people...and the law enforcement officers exist to protect the realm." Han Meng looked at the mask and replied calmly, "Other law enforcement officers I don’t care what happens, but I, Han Meng, will fulfill my duties to the end.”

A gust of cold wind blew through the gray sky, and on the barren land, black windbreakers and scarlet opera robes stood facing each other, making hunting sounds.

"In that case...you can go." A cold voice came from behind the mask.

The reason why Chen Ling wanted to expose his identity as a member of the Twilight Club was to see if it was possible to bring Han Meng into the Twilight Club, because he felt that Han Meng was incompatible with the entire law enforcement system of the Aurora Realm... He was bullied and left out. , the super genius who was demoted outside Aurora City should be a suitable target for poaching.

But Han Meng's answer made him a little regretful...but it was also expected.

Han Meng also knew that when the other party saved him, he probably wanted to see if it was possible to drag him into the Twilight Club. However, with his clear rejection, the other party had completely lost interest in him.

He did not kill him on the spot, but let him leave, which was beyond Han Meng's expectation.

The information that should be inquired about had been gathered, and Han Meng did not say any more. He took one last look at the scarlet opera robe fluttering in the wind, turned around and walked towards the intersection of the gray world where he came from.

In this gray world, two figures, one black and one red, go their separate ways.

As the black figure gradually disappeared at the end of the field of vision, at the end of the horizon, waves of swaying giant shadows once again approached the direction Han Meng left. The ground trembled slightly, seeming to herald the arrival of some kind of disaster.

On the lonely land, the scarlet opera robe swayed silently, and the dark mask stared in that direction. After a long time, he shook his head helplessly...

……

Han Meng's heart sank when he heard the hissing in the distance.

Sure enough, he was able to walk safely in the gray world for so long just because he stayed beside the mysterious man in red. As soon as he left the other person's surroundings, disaster targeted him...

After such a long rest, Han Meng's body had almost recovered. He took a deep breath, and his figure rose into the sky like a black arrow!

This place is not far from the meeting point of the gray world when he came. With all his strength, he should be able to return before those disasters come over.

As Han Meng's figure gradually rose, he could already see the gray vortex hanging in the air, but at this moment, around the vortex, many waves of shadows were pouring into it crazily. They were the ones who had fought with Han Meng before. Shadow centipede.

Seeing this scene, Han Meng's heart sank!

Are they back again?

These shadow centipedes suddenly went crazy and ran back to the gray world from the third area. Halfway through, they seemed to have lost their target. After wandering for a long time, they chose to return the same way... and judging from their number, there were at least hundreds of them. Already drilled back.

A flash of urgency flashed in Han Meng's eyes, and he rushed towards the intersection of the gray world at full speed, but his distance was still too far. Just after flying halfway, all the shadow centipedes had moved away.

"Oops..." Han Meng endured the severe pain of the wound, speeded up again, and plunged into the gray vortex.

A familiar feeling of dizziness came over, and Han Meng felt his feet stagger, and his body returned to the steel factory.

At this moment, the devastated steel factory was completely silent. Through the dense holes, no trace of the shadow centipede could be seen anymore. It seemed that they had all left.

Han Meng rushed out of the factory and barely saw a few black shadows disappearing into the thick fog... That direction was where the neighborhood was.

These shadow centipedes must have known that Han Meng was trapped in the canyon and that no one in the third area could stop them, so they responded first, and this was indeed the case... Han Meng was not here, and there was no way anyone in the third area could stop them. A fifth-level disaster.

Han Meng's heart has sunk to the bottom. He knows that even if he rushes to the third district now, it is too late. Those sub-bodies have been scattered to various streets in the neighborhood. No matter how strong Han Meng is, he will not be able to do anything at all. Wait. When he eliminated all the sub-bodies one by one, they had almost massacred the three areas.

Han Meng clenched his fists tightly and tried to calm down his emotions. Just as he was about to rush out and break them one by one, the sound of light footsteps came from behind.

Han Meng suddenly looked back and saw the familiar opera robe standing on the top of the factory building, flicking gently.

"Why are you here?" Han Meng frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"The gray world is too boring. I came out to take a breath." The exaggerated smiling face on the dark mask was slightly obscured by the thick fog. He looked down at Han Meng at his feet and said lightly, "By the way, I'm giving you a heads up."

"remind?"

"Light the torch, and they will come."

Chen Ling slowly opened his arms, and his bright red sleeves spread out in the wind like butterfly wings, embracing the sky and falling forward... The next moment, his figure turned into countless flying paper butterflies, flying into the distance overwhelmingly. .

Among the paper butterflies in the sky, a playing card gently fell on the ground in front of Han Meng.

That is a [6 of Hearts].