Chapter 238: "Melodious" Violin Sound

As Chen Ling's words sounded, the crowd's hearts trembled slightly.

Originally when Fang Lichang was still here, there was at least an Enforcer holding down the fort. Although the title of "Enforcer" was far from having the deterrent power of the "Dusk Society", it could at least give people some sense of security. Now that Fang Lichang left, their only backer also disappeared.

"Lord Prosecutor is after all a Fourth Order powerhouse... Facing [Six of Spades], there shouldn't be any accidents, right?" A reporter asked cautiously.

"Hard to say." The defense lawyer looked thoughtful. "As far as I know, the Card Faces of the Dusk Society members are not ranked according to the size of their strength, but according to the time they joined the society. A Card Face of 6 does not mean weak strength. Exactly the opposite, it's possible that it's a powerhouse who was just absorbed by the Dusk Society not long ago..."

"The Dusk Society are thugs wanted by all Human Domains, how could there be any weak ones?"

"Then Lord Prosecutor..."

As the crowd spoke, they stopped making sounds again. They looked at that broken window with cold winds sweeping wildly, the unease in their hearts growing increasingly stronger.

Although Old Man Ding didn't understand what Fourth Order or Dusk Society was, he was afraid of ghosts. Those narrow, long eyes swept over the pitch-black surroundings, as well as those Playing Cards flying in the darkness. His heart shivered continuously, and he shrank his neck, silently retreating behind the crowd.

"How about we return to our rooms first, and wait for Lord Prosecutor to come back?" The defense lawyer proposed.

They walked straight to the main doors of the banquet. The defense lawyer pulled the door handle, but couldn't pull it, and was slightly startled.

"What's going on? The door is locked?"

Hearing this sentence, the crowd's hearts startled. Logically speaking, the banquet was still ongoing, so it was impossible for the hall doors to be locked. Furthermore, for the door to just happen to be locked dead in this kind of environment... it was hard not to make people let their imaginations run wild.

"Let me see."

Chen Ling stepped forward and turned it a few times. The door lock emitted slight clicking sounds.

As his right hand abruptly exerted force, the door lock was directly pressed open, and the main door opened a crack in response... Behind the crack, was pitch-blackness like an abyss.

With the height of the banquet hall, the aurora and moonlight could come in a little bit through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, so the crowd could still barely see the surrounding things here. But the corridor behind the door truly couldn't be seen with even half a bit of light. The darkness and dead silence made people subconsciously feel terrified in their hearts.

Seeing the door lock opened, the crowd could finally return to their own rooms. They breathed a slight sigh of relief, and couldn't help but praise:

"Reporter Zhuo truly has good strength."

"Yeah, at the crucial time it still has to be Old Zhuo standing out."

"I almost thought that Spades had returned again. Scared me a jump just now..."

Chen Ling held a candle. The flickering candlelight illuminated a corner beside the door. He smiled faintly, "I'll hold the candle to clear the way for you guys, you guys follow me closely."

"Okay, okay, no prob..."

Squelch——!!

Before the crowd's voices fell, a withered, pale palm silently and bizarrely grabbed Chen Ling's neck from within the pitch-black door crack. Before the crowd could even react, his entire person was dragged into an afterimage, instantly disappearing behind the main doors!

This scene happened truly too fast. When the last word "-lem" was spoken, Chen Ling's entire person had already been dragged into the darkness, and a mournful scream instantly sounded behind the door!

Immediately after, was a series of chilling, bizarre laughter, sounds of scuffling and struggling, as well as sounds of bones being chewed and crushed to pieces...

One second later, the pitch-black corridor behind the door crack fell into dead silence once again.

Drip, drop——

The sound of liquid dripping continuously echoed in the corridor. But Chen Ling had completely lost his voice. At this moment, the half-concealed door crack seemed to have turned into a man-eating black vicious beast, quietly and chillingly crawling before the crowd's eyes.

The crowd, who had witnessed the entire process with their own eyes, were frightened to the point that even their heartbeats almost stagnated. Exclaiming in alarm, they frantically retreated backward from the door. A few people were even too flustered and fell directly to the ground.

At the same time, that candle originally held in Chen Ling's hand, soaked in scarlet blood, rolled back in from the door crack...

The faint candlelight reflected on the dim main door's surface. Only then did the crowd see that upon that huge door, the Markings of a [Six of Spades] was actually outlined. And as the candlelight was extinguished by the fresh blood, the Markings on the door also sank into darkness in an instant.

Old Man Ding, who was closest to Chen Ling, slumped onto the ground entirely, speaking incoherently:

"Ghost... behind the d-d-d-door there's a... ghost!!"

"It's [Six of Spades]!" The defense lawyer's face was equally as pale as paper. "He is right here!!"

"Then what about the prosecutor who chased out just now? Is he still..."

No one answered this question. [Six of Spades] appearing here explained that the prosecutor who chased out just now either grabbed empty air, or bodes ill rather than well... The crowd's hearts had already sunk to the bottom of the valley.

Creak——

Just at this time, a sudden violin sound sounded from behind the crowd.

Everyone was startled, looking back in astonishment.

They only saw on the dim stage surrounded by white candles, a figure was standing there lonely. His chin lightly clamped an unsophisticated violin, his right hand holding a long bow, like a musician about to begin his Performance.

The moment they saw that person, the crowd's pupils unconsciously shrank. Under the dim lighting, they couldn't see that person's face clearly. But currently, besides Zhuo Shuqing who was dragged away just now, everyone present among them was gathered together...

Then who was that person on the stage?

In a piece of suffocating dead silence, the corner of the mouth of that person on the stage hooked up slightly, and a deep voice subsequently sounded:

"'Air on the G String', dedicated to everyone."

In the next moment, the long bow was like an elegantly waving baton, skillfully dancing on the violin strings. Sometimes it was like a sudden torrential downpour, sometimes like a ding-dong mountain spring... He was like a great violin musician, passionately playing in his own golden hall!

Cold winds howled and poured into the banquet hall, blowing the sheets of news drafts placed on the tables flying all over the sky. Those public opinion swords and sabers fabricated out of thin air were like countless accompanying wandering dancers, wildly spinning and flying under his impassioned Performance!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Harsh and discordant sounds of broken saws cried and howled wantonly beside their ears. It was like someone using sharp fingernails to scratch across a blackboard. Those chaotic and completely ruleless string sounds tore apart not only their eardrums, but also their fragile and fearful psychological defense lines.

The dim hall, the blood-dripping corridor, surrounded by countless pale candlelights, a performer who was crazily creating ear-piercing noises was intoxicatedly playing...

This highly impactful scene frantically trampled on their rationality. A reporter recovered his senses in terror. Realizing that the person on the stage was most likely [Six of Spades], he ran towards the corridor while stumbling and crawling!

But he had only run three steps when a gust of wild wind swept past the crowd's ears.

Immediately following, was the abruptly stopped violin playing, as well as an suddenly exploding muffled drumbeat.

Bang——!!

The violin whistled and smashed onto the back of that reporter's head, fresh blood splattering;

The warm scarlet dyed the violin's body and that familiar yet unfamiliar face. "Fang Lichang" slightly raised his jaw, coldly and crazily looking down at the reporter collapsed in the pool of blood. The corner of his mouth inadvertently hooked up:

"Leaving midway is prohibited."