I'm not a theatre god

"Wen Shilin, male, 32 years old."

"A reporter from "Aurora Daily" wrote 184 articles during his three years of employment, but only 22 were successfully published..."

"I have no wife or children. My parents died of illness five years ago. I live alone in a 12-square-meter hut in Nancheng District. I don't smoke or drink. I don't have any bad habits or hobbies. The person I replace the most frequently is my assistant, who often The place you go to is a hospital...a hospital?"

Chen Ling had a strange expression when she saw the message sent by the gangsters.

He suddenly thought of Wen Shilin's skillful movements when he was beaten yesterday, and suddenly understood why he went to the hospital so often... With his stubbornness and recklessness in digging out the truth, he probably spent all his salary on treating bruises and injuries.

Hearing Chen Ling muttering to himself, Chu Muyun across from him put down the newspaper and said in confusion:

"Why are you collecting this information?"

"Find a new identity."

"New identity?" Chu Muyun looked at the paper in his hand thoughtfully, "You mean... reporter?"

"In this city, apart from law enforcement, there is no faster way to obtain information than the freedom of the media." Chen Ling threw the document on the table and said calmly, "Especially this Wen Shilin, who has been writing for three years There are nearly two hundred articles, but only about twenty can be published... So what should be the contents of the remaining ones that cannot be published?

There are too many people in this city who want to kill him because he holds too many secrets, and I am very interested in the secrets in his hands. "

Chu Muyun raised his eyebrows, seeming to be interested.

"Although the right to media freedom is effective, you can't be a reporter just because you want to. Under the control of those invisible hands, the reporter profession can be said to be extremely fat. There are countless people in the city eyeing these positions... …You have just entered Aurora City and have no resume or background. How are you going to get close to this civil servant and change your identity?”

"No need to bother."

Chen Ling picked up the half-rimmed glasses from the table and put them on. A faint smile appeared on the young and gentle face.

"This Wen Shilin's character is too upright, which is also one of his weaknesses... It is very simple to gain his trust. It only takes a small performance to make him useful to me."

…

In front of the hospital.

"How do you sell this fruit?" Assistant Cheng stopped in front of the stall.

"Twenty for the small fruit basket, fifty for the large fruit basket, and one hundred and two for the exquisite fruit basket with packaging box over there." The boss said leisurely without raising his head.

Cheng frowned slightly. He glanced at the exquisite fruit baskets and pointed to a few scattered apples in the corner that no one wanted, "Where are those?"

"Those? If you want those, take them for five copper coins."

"I want it, and give me some nice ribbons to tie it with."

The boss glanced at him, murmured in a low voice, and packed the apples and handed them to Cheng, who carried the fruits and walked to the hospital behind him.

Ah Cheng skillfully walked through the bustling corridor and opened the door of a ward.

"Mr. Wen, how are you..."

Before Cheng finished speaking, he saw that the bed in the ward was empty. He was stunned for a moment, and was about to turn back to confirm the room number when a voice slowly sounded from under the bed:

"It's Cheng...come in."

Wen Shilin, who was all bandaged, got out from under the dark and narrow bed. He quickly waved his hand, "Quick, close the door."

"Huh? Oh."

Ah Cheng quickly closed the door to isolate the noise from the corridor and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Wen, what are you doing under the bed?"

"There have been too many people targeting me recently, so I have to be careful at all times, otherwise you think I would be alive until now." Wen Shilin patted the dust on his hands and sat back on the hospital bed, "And I always feel that someone is here recently. staring at me."

"Mr. Wen, are you thinking too much? No one is watching us."

"No, I trust my intuition...and have you forgotten, the recent loss of those manuscripts is too bizarre. Maybe I have really found the weak spot of some people...The more this moment, the more... be careful."

As Wen Shilin spoke, he stood up and walked to Acheng. He saw the fruit with delicate ribbons in his arms and sighed:

"A-Cheng, I've cost you money again."

"What are you talking about? My salary is subsidized by you, Mr. Wen, so it's only natural that I buy a fruit basket." Cheng smiled, took out an apple from the fruit basket, and wiped it on the corner of his clothes. He wiped it and handed it to Wen Shilin, then frowned.

"I didn't pay attention when I bought it...Why is this apple a little bad? Mr. Wen, please wait for me, I will go and argue with the store."

"It's okay, I'm not particular about it."

Wen Shilin stopped Acheng who was about to turn around and said, "My injury is almost done. Let's leave the hospital."

"Okay." Acheng nodded.

Wen Shilin got dressed and followed Acheng out of the ward. Just as he reached the door of the hospital, he suddenly glanced aside from the corner of his eye and stopped.

At the door of the hospital, a familiar figure wearing a brown coat and half-rimmed glasses was standing in front of a doctor in a white coat, holding a document bag in his hand, and was telling something seriously.

"Huh?" Acheng also saw the man and said in surprise, "Mr. Wen, isn't that the passerby who drew his sword to help yesterday? What a coincidence?"

Wen Shilin's eyes lit up when he looked at Chen Ling in the distance.

After Chen Ling spoke seriously, the doctor shook his head, replied with a few words, then turned and left.

The figure in the brown coat stood alone at the door of the hospital. After a long silence, he let out a long sigh.

Seeing this, Wen Shilin immediately stepped forward and called out to him:

"Please stay!"

Chen Ling paused, her black mirror chain turning slightly with her cheeks, and she looked at Wen Shilin who was walking towards him, with a hint of surprise in her cold and lonely eyes.

"Do you remember me? We met yesterday at the outer ring of West City."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"

"I'm Wen Shilin, a reporter from Aurora Daily. I know it may be a bit abrupt, but maybe we can find a place to sit down and have a chat." Wen Shilin said seriously, "Our newspaper is currently doing a 'Looking for Truth, Goodness and Beauty' The column will regularly publish some people who have acted bravely for justice..."

Seeing that Chen Ling looked a little strange, Wen Shilin added, "If you appear in newspapers for your courageous actions, I think it will be easier to find a job."

Chen Ling said in surprise, "How did you know I was applying for a job?"

"It's written on your portfolio."

Chen Ling lowered her head and saw that her name, contact address, and target position were indeed posted on her document bag.

"Okay... But I hope the interview can be as soon as possible. I may not have much time... After all, I have an interview with another hospital in the afternoon."

Chen Ling smiled politely.