Chapter 238: "Melodious" Violin Music

As Chen Ling’s words rang out, everyone’s hearts trembled slightly.

When Fang Lichang was still here, there was at least an Enforcer sitting in charge. Although the title of "Enforcer" was far less intimidating than "Twilight Society," it at least provided some sense of security. Now that Fang Lichang was gone, their only backer had vanished.

"The Prosecutor is a Fourth-Order powerhouse... he shouldn't run into any accidents facing [Spade 6], right?" a reporter asked cautiously.

"Hard to say." The defense attorney was lost in thought. "As far as I know, the card faces of Twilight Society members aren't ranked by strength, but by the time they joined the society. A 6 doesn't mean they are weak; on the contrary, it’s possible they are powerhouses who were just recently recruited..."

"The Twilight Society is a group of thugs wanted by all human domains. How could any of them be weak?"

"Then the Prosecutor..."

As they spoke, they fell silent again. They looked at the broken window where the cold wind was raging, and the unease in their hearts grew stronger.

Although Old Man Ding didn't understand anything about Fourth-Order Twilight Society members, he was afraid of ghosts. His narrow eyes scanned the pitch-black surroundings and the playing cards flying in the dark, and he trembled, shrinking his neck and silently retreating behind the others.

"Should we go back to our rooms and wait for the Prosecutor to return?" the defense attorney suggested.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They walked straight to the banquet hall door. The defense attorney pulled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. He was slightly stunned.

"What’s going on? Is the door locked?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Logically, the banquet was still ongoing, so the hall doors shouldn't be locked. And for the door to be locked exactly in this environment... it was hard not to let one's imagination run wild.

"Let me see."

Chen Ling walked up and turned it a few times. The lock made a faint clicking sound.

With a sudden force from his right hand, the lock was forced open, and the door creaked open a crack... Behind the crack was darkness like an abyss.

Given the height of the banquet hall, some aurora and moonlight could enter through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, so they could barely see their surroundings. But the corridor behind the door was pitch black, and the darkness and deathly silence made their hearts instinctively shudder.

Seeing the door open, everyone could finally return to their rooms. They breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but praise:

"Reporter Zhuo is quite strong."

"Yeah, when it counts, it’s always Old Zhuo who steps up."

"I almost thought that Spade had come back. That scared me just now..."

Chen Ling held a candle, the flickering light illuminating a corner of the doorway. He smiled slightly. "I’ll hold the candle to lead the way for you. Follow me closely."

"Alright, alright, no prob..."

*Rip—!!*

Before they could finish their sentence, a withered, pale hand reached out from the dark door crack, silently and eerily grabbing Chen Ling by the throat. Before anyone could react, he was dragged away, leaving only an afterimage, and vanished behind the door in an instant!

This scene happened so fast that by the time the last word was spoken, Chen Ling had already been dragged into the darkness, and shrill screams instantly erupted from behind the door!

Following that was a series of grim, eerie laughter, the sounds of struggling, and the crunching of bones being chewed...

A second later, the dark corridor behind the door fell into deathly silence once again.

*Drip, drip—*

The sound of liquid dripping echoed continuously in the corridor, but Chen Ling was completely silent. At this moment, the half-open door crack seemed to have turned into a man-eating black beast, crouching quietly and grimly before them.

Having witnessed the entire process, the crowd was so scared that their hearts almost stopped. They screamed and scrambled backward, some even falling to the ground in their panic.

At the same time, the candle that Chen Ling had been holding rolled back out from the door crack, soaked in scarlet blood...

The weak candlelight shone on the surface of the dark door, and everyone saw that a [Spade 6] pattern had been etched onto the massive door. As the candle was extinguished by the blood, the pattern on the door instantly sank back into the darkness.

Old Man Ding, who was closest to Chen Ling, collapsed to the ground, babbling incoherently:

"Ghost... there’s a... ghost behind the door!!"

"It’s [Spade 6]!" The defense attorney’s face was also pale as paper. "He’s right here!!"

"Then what about the Prosecutor who chased after him? Is he still..."

No one answered that question. The appearance of [Spade 6] here meant that the Prosecutor who had chased after him had either missed him or was in grave danger... Everyone’s hearts sank to the bottom.

*Creak—*

Just then, a sudden sound of a violin rang out from behind them.

Everyone was stunned and turned around in bewilderment.

They saw a figure standing alone on the dim stage surrounded by white candles, chin gently resting on a rustic violin, right hand holding a long bow, like a performer about to begin a show.

The moment they saw that person, their pupils constricted involuntarily. In the dim light, they couldn't see the person’s face clearly, but apart from Zhuo Shuqing who had just been dragged away, everyone else present was gathered here...

Who was the person on the stage?

In the suffocating silence, the person on the stage curled their lips slightly, and a deep voice rang out:

"《Air on the G String》, dedicated to you all."

The next moment, the long bow moved like an elegant conductor’s baton, flying skillfully across the strings. At times it sounded like a sudden downpour, at others like a bubbling mountain spring... He was like a great violinist, playing passionately in his own golden hall!

The cold wind howled into the banquet hall, blowing the news drafts on the tables into the air. Those fabricated weapons of public opinion swirled wildly under his passionate performance like countless fluttering dancers!

Everyone was stunned.

The harsh, screeching sound of a broken saw wailed wantonly in their ears, as if someone were dragging sharp fingernails across a blackboard. The chaotic and lawless string music tore through not just their eardrums, but their fragile and fearful psychological defenses.

In the dim hall, the blood-dripping corridor, and surrounded by countless pale candles, a performer crazily creating ear-piercing noise was playing with intoxication...

This highly impactful scene trampled on their sanity. A reporter came to his senses in terror, realizing that the person on stage was most likely [Spade 6], and scrambled toward the corridor!

But he had only run three steps when a gust of wind swept past their ears.

Following that was the abrupt stop of the violin performance and a sudden, booming drumbeat.

*Bang—!!*

The violin smashed into the back of the reporter’s head, blood splattering everywhere;

Warm scarlet stained the body of the violin and that familiar yet strange face. "Fang Lichang" lifted his chin slightly, looking down coldly and crazily at the reporter lying in a pool of blood, his lips curling up inadvertently:

"Leaving early... is prohibited."