Chapter 238: Piano Sound "Melodious"

Chen Ling's words made everyone's hearts tremble slightly.

When Fang Lichang was still there, at least an Enforcer was present. Although the title of "Enforcer" was far less intimidating than "Twilight Society," it still offered some sense of security. Now that Fang Lichang was gone, their only support had vanished.

"Inspector, sir, is a Tier 4 expert... There shouldn't be any accidents against Spade 6, right?" a reporter asked cautiously.

"It's hard to say," the defense lawyer mused. "As far as I know, the card numbers of Twilight Society members aren't ranked by strength but by their time of entry. A card number 6 doesn't mean they're weak; quite the opposite, it could be a strong individual recently recruited by the Twilight Society..."

"The Twilight Society members are thugs wanted by all human territories; how could any of them be weak?"

"So, the Inspector, sir..."

As they spoke, silence fell again. They looked at the broken window where the cold wind howled, and their unease grew stronger.

Old Man Ding, though he didn't understand anything about Tier 4 or the Twilight Society, was afraid of ghosts. His narrow eyes scanned the dark surroundings and the playing cards fluttering in the gloom, making him tremble. He silently hunched his shoulders and retreated behind the others.

"Why don't we go back to our rooms first and wait for the Inspector, sir, to return?" the defense lawyer suggested.

Everyone immediately nodded in agreement.

They walked straight to the banquet hall's main door. The defense lawyer pulled the doorknob, but it didn't budge, causing him to momentarily freeze.

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

Hearing this, everyone was startled. Normally, with the banquet still in progress, the hall's main door shouldn't be locked. And in this environment, for the door to be locked tight... it was hard not to imagine the worst.

"Let me see."

Chen Ling stepped forward and twisted the handle a few times, the lock making soft clicking sounds.

With a sudden forceful pull from his right hand, the lock mechanism was directly forced open, and the door opened a crack... Beyond the crack was an abyss-like darkness.

Given the height of the banquet hall, some aurora and moonlight could penetrate through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing everyone to barely make out their surroundings. However, the corridor behind the door was utterly devoid of light, and the darkness and dead silence instinctively filled them with dread.

Seeing the door unlocked, everyone could finally return to their rooms. They breathed a slight sigh of relief, unable to help but praise:

"Reporter Zhuo certainly has strength."

"Yes, in critical moments, it's Old Zhuo who steps up."

"I almost thought Spade was back; you scared me just now..."

Chen Ling held up a candle, its flickering flame illuminating a corner by the door. He smiled slightly, "I'll light the way with this candle; stay close behind me."

"Alright, alright, no probl—"

CRACK—!!

Before their words could finish, a dry, pale hand emerged silently and eerily from the dark door crack, seizing Chen Ling by the neck. Before anyone could react, he was dragged away as a blur, instantly vanishing behind the door!

The scene unfolded too quickly. By the time the last syllable was uttered, Chen Ling had already been pulled into the darkness, and a piercing scream instantly echoed from behind the door!

Following that, a series of chilling and eerie laughs, sounds of struggling, and the crunching and shattering of bones could be heard...

A second later, the dark corridor behind the door crack plunged back into dead silence.

Drip, drip—

The sound of liquid dripping continued to echo in the corridor, but Chen Ling was completely silent. At that moment, the half-open door crack seemed to transform into a man-eating black beast, silently and chillingly lurking before their eyes.

Those who had witnessed the entire process were so terrified their hearts nearly stopped. They cried out, frantically backing away from the door, with several even stumbling and falling to the ground in their panic.

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

The faint candlelight illuminated the dim surface of the large door. Only then did everyone see that the enormous entrance was etched with the symbol of Spade 6. As the candle flame was extinguished by the blood, the symbol on the door instantly vanished into the darkness.

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

"Ghosts... Behind the door... there are ghosts!!"

"It's Spade 6!" the defense lawyer exclaimed, his face ashen. "He's right here!!"

"What about the Inspector who chased after him just now? Is he st—"

No one answered the question. Spade 6 appearing here meant that the Inspector who had chased him either missed him entirely or was in grave danger... Everyone's hearts sank to rock bottom.

SCREECH—

Just then, a sudden violin sound erupted from behind them.

Everyone froze, turning around in surprise.

On the dimly lit stage, surrounded by white candles, a lone figure stood. A vintage violin was nestled gently under their chin, and a long bow was held in their right hand, like a musician about to begin a performance.

The moment they saw the figure, everyone's pupils involuntarily contracted. In the dim light, they couldn't clearly see the person's face, but everyone present was gathered together, except for Zhuo Shuqing, who had just been dragged away...

So, who was the person on the stage?

In the suffocating silence, the figure on stage subtly curved their lips upward, and a low voice resonated:

"'Air on the G String,' dedicated to all of you."

The next moment, the long bow moved like an elegantly waving conductor's baton, skillfully dancing across the strings. At times, the music sounded like a sudden downpour; at others, like the gentle trickle of a mountain spring... He played with the passion of a great violinist in his own golden hall!

The biting wind howled through the banquet hall, scattering news drafts from the tables into the air. These fabricated blades of public opinion seemed like countless accompanying dancers, wildly swirling around amidst his fervent performance!

Everyone was stunned.

The grating, jarring sound of a broken saw wailed uncontrollably in their ears, like sharp fingernails scraping across a blackboard. The chaotic and discordant strings ripped through not only their eardrums but also their fragile and terrified mental defenses.

In the dim hall, with the blood-stained corridor and countless pale candlelight surrounding him, a performer was creating deafening noise, playing with utter abandon...

This highly impactful scene mercilessly trampled their sanity. One reporter snapped back to reality in terror, realizing the figure on stage was most likely Spade 6. He scrambled and ran towards the corridor!

But just three steps into his run, a gust of wind swept past everyone's ears.

Immediately after, the violin playing abruptly ceased, followed by a sudden, booming drumbeat.

BANG—!!

The violin whistled as it smashed into the back of the reporter's head, spattering blood.

Warm crimson blood stained the body of the violin and the face that was both familiar and strange. "Fang Lichang" subtly lifted his chin, gazing down coldly and maniacally at the reporter lying in a pool of blood, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"No early departures."