Young Girl
The theatrical company grasped the quota of recommending from small towns to the Red Dust Main City. To these ordinary men and women who lived in the towns since childhood speaking, perhaps it is an immense power. And they immediately utilized these quotas to satisfy their own desires. Regardless of men or women, all would leave behind leverage.
If these people in the future couldn't become a star, then let it be, just treat it as having a refreshing time. If someone became a star, then subsequently would be endless blackmail and extortion...
And this kind of vampire, was definitely not just one.
In Chen Ling's mind, once again surfaced the figure of the young girl who was just dragged into the next door office.
Supervisor Sun was only one of the judges. Then on this floor, how many judges are there still? How many people still possess the right to dominate the dreams of young men and women, relying on this to satisfy the gully of desires that can forever never be filled?
Even if someone relying on their own talent, one day walked out from here, entering the Red Dust Main City... Just these few blood-sucking bugs alone, is enough to suck them dry. Letting them have no choice but to risk their lives struggling forward, increasingly selling out their bottom line...
Although Chen Ling hadn't entered the Red Dust Main City, but roughly already could guess, what it was like inside.
Chen Ling continued to fumble up in the metal cabinet. Ultimately taking out two thick books. Among them one was Supervisor Sun's private collection record, the other book exactly was the theatrical troupe's registration form.
What made him surprised was, on this registration form besides recording every theatrical troupe's performance location, sessions, and scale, every line all carried an attached sticky note. On it was written a string of amounts. It should be the benefit fees these theatrical troupes gave Supervisor Sun.
The bigger the amount, the better the theatrical troupe's performance position, the scale also the bigger; Having some amounts being zero, were even more directly drawn with an "×", unable to hold any performances.
Chen Ling's gaze swept across all the information. Rarely seeing theatrical troupes of five people. Even if there were, also couldn't match numbers with the mysterious Master's sect.
The Master's sect had a total of six people. Excluding Clown guarding the home, then ordinarily should have five people participating in performances to be correct. But this period of time King of Clubs left, even if there were performances it should be four people participating. But on this form there wasn't any theatrical troupe information conforming to the conditions.
"Has not been recorded on file..." Chen Ling somewhat disappointedly sighed a breath.
Towards this result, Chen Ling also had some preparations. After all others not saying, a Master's sect with per capita "King of Clubs" and Clown level strength, also wouldn't go as far as handing over money to this kind of person like Supervisor Sun for performances. They are existences capable of going on tour performances in the various large Realms. Wanting to stealthily hold a performance in the Red Dust Domain, should also not be hard to achieve?
Only, the scale and location of the performances were all destined not to be too good. Moreover the position must be frequently changed, otherwise it's very easy to be reported by people.
Chen Ling helplessly closed the registration form. The plan of searching for the Master's sect completely fell through. This time could be considered a trip made in vain.
No, won't do...
Chen Ling glanced at Supervisor Sun's corpse on the side. His both eyes slightly narrowed.
The plan of searching for the Master's sect failed, and still left behind a corpse. If he just left like this, not much longer the incident would break out... Witnessing him enter the room, still had those three women. As long as Police Officers came to the door, it would be very easy to investigate onto his own body... Should he kill them all to silence them? No, there's also that staff member who he asked for directions when coming. Now presumably has already walked far. Himself having no skills, assassinating him under the watchful eyes of the public estimated to be somewhat difficult...
Chen Ling's brain rapidly revolved, calmly and rationally judging everything, weighing the gains and losses.
Supervisor Sun failing to be able to participate in the selection, very quickly will be discovered by people. Damn it... If at this time he himself could turn into his appearance it would be good. However since Supervisor Sun's death sooner or later will be discovered, unable to achieve complete concealment, then can only be a bit more radical.
Chen Ling glanced at the small characters slowly surfacing in the pool of blood:
【Audience Expectation Value 49%】
As long as as quickly as possible raising the expectation value to 70, then Resurrecting shaking off Clown's skill. He then can use Formless to easily escape. Even if tracked down, also has the ability to contend with it and protect himself.
This option compared to blindly retreating to seek stability, more conforms to Chen Ling's mind. Moreover...
Here, seemingly is exactly a not bad "Stage"?
"Need to under the situation of having no way to use any skills, as much as possible complete a brilliant performance, maximizing the raising of expectation value."
Chen Ling while pondering, while stepping over Supervisor Sun's corpse. Sitting down in front of his desk. Taking out paper and pen starting to write and draw up. Like returning into the theater before the Great Cataclysm, seriously writing a brand new theatrical play.
"This is indeed not easy ah... However..."
Chen Ling like thinking of something. His gaze fell on Supervisor Sun's corpse on the side, and the photos and letters filling the cabinet.
His both eyes slightly narrowed,
"However, it's also not without room for play."
...
A few minutes later, Chen Ling pushed open the office's door.
He was still wearing that piece of Great Crimson Theatrical Robe. On his face wearing a black veil. Just walking out the door, then saw in the next door room, a young girl staggeringly walking out from within. Her face seemingly somewhat pale.
Chen Ling turned his head looking towards her, she also looked towards Chen Ling. At the instant the two people's gazes met, the young girl like a frightened rabbit generally lowered her head. Both lips slightly pursed up.
Messy sideburn hair blocked her pale face. Hazy like the drizzle of Jiangnan. She organized the messy clothes with one hand, the other hand supporting the wall. Step by step with difficulty walking towards the end of the corridor...
But still not waiting for her to walk to the stairway entrance, behind another office door opened. A figure with a bloated posture walked out from within.
"Liu Qingyan, are you called Liu Qingyan?"
"I... En."
"Motherfucker, Laozi have waited for you for half a day. Dillying and dallying with me here doing what? Still have three minutes the preliminary test is about to begin do you know??"
While saying, that figure cursing and swearing walked out from the room. A handful grasping the young girl's slender wrist, then like dragging an item generally dragging towards his own room.
"No... I, I truly already... I beg you... How about you wait until the preliminary test ends..."
Under that fatty's reprimand, the young girl silently lowered her head down. Both eyes already flushed red. She was dragged entering the room. One hand subconsciously grabbed the doorframe, like grabbing the last life-saving straw...
"Wait what wait, three minutes is enough! Do you still want to pass the preliminary test or not??"
Hearing this sentence, the young girl's body slightly trembled. In her eyes flashed past pain and struggle. The fingers grabbing the doorframe ultimately still loosened. The thin and weak body was directly dragged into the room by a hand.
Bang——!
Along with the door heavily closing, the corridor fell into a patch of deathly stillness.
Dim light sprinkled in from the small window at the end of the road, yet failed to illuminate this long corridor a single fraction. The young girl's staggering footprints were left on the dark ceramic tile floor, like her unwilling and despairing life.