I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling had at least seven or eight stab wounds on his body, and even a bullet hole in his shoulder... His face was covered with blood and exhaustion, and large beads of sweat streaked across his cheeks, falling drop by drop on the barren land.

Wen Shilin was stunned. He stared blankly at the unnaturally twisted left hand, with astonishment in his eyes.

"your hands……"

"That part can't pry off the chain, but it can pry off my hand." Chen Ling smiled palely, "But it's okay... I'll go find Dr. Chu. This injury is nothing to him."

Wen Shilin looked at Chen Ling with complicated eyes. He had gotten the part before, but he didn't think of breaking his hand to get it out, or he didn't dare to think about it at all... And Chen Ling got the part. , but did so.

If he could survive this way, Wen Shilin would not hesitate to smash himself with parts, but he really didn't expect so much at the time. It was Chen Ling's courage, or that extremely rational wisdom, that saved the two of them from death. Edge saved.

"How did we escape just now?" Wen Shilin couldn't help but ask.

"We were trapped in a warehouse just now. After we came out of the door, people heard the noise and came over one after another. I rushed to the less crowded route... and finally escaped through the back door."

While Chen Ling was talking, an invisible python slowly emerged from between his eyebrows and wrapped around the unaware Wen Shilin, seeming to be sucking something bit by bit.

Wen Shilin was stunned for a long time and nodded, "That was really thrilling... It's all thanks to you this time, Mr. Lin Yan."

"I also ran for my own life."

Chen Ling looked down at the scars on her body and said hoarsely, "Mr. Wen, let's just say goodbye... I need to go see Dr. Chu."

Wen Shilin was about to say that he would go with him, but he thought that all this happened because of him, and following Chen Ling might involve him. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a complicated expression:

"Okay...I won't follow you anymore. You saved my life. I will definitely repay you if I have the chance."

Chen Ling waved her hands indifferently and walked towards the distance with staggering steps. The brown coat stained red by blood gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Wen Shilin was about to leave in the opposite direction when he suddenly glanced at the place where Chen Ling was standing just now. A crumpled document bag was lying in a pool of blood... Chen Ling should have put it on his body and then messed with it. It became like this during the battle.

Wen Shilin didn't doubt why this document bag happened to be here, nor did he doubt everything Chen Ling said just now.

Because the [Heart Python] was entrenched above his head, continuously absorbing his "doubts".

Wen Shilin lowered his head to pick up the document bag and wanted to return it to Chen Ling, but found that Chen Ling had disappeared... He was already seriously injured, so he probably wouldn't pay attention to this document for job hunting.

He could only pick up the document bag from the pool of blood, carefully wipe off the blood stains on it, and return it to Chen Ling the next time he met him.

At this moment, a gap opened at the bottom of the document, and several pages of paper flew out.

Wen Shilin looked down and found that most of it contained Chen Ling's personal information and resume, but when he picked up the last piece of paper, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"This is……"

It was a photo of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, quiet and delicate. On the back of the photo was an unforgettable line of text:

——Who stole your heart?

Doubts appeared in Wen Shilin's eyes. At the same time, the heart python crawling above his head opened its mouth wide, and the doubts that had been swallowed just now flowed back into his mind.

Wen Shilin looked at the photo in his hand blankly, and the doubts in his heart reached an unprecedented peak... He had never felt like this when he was pursuing other news.

Who is this boy? Why is it in Lin Yan’s job application documents? What does it mean to steal a heart? Is this related to his interview at the hospital?

Wen Shilin wanted to rush forward and stop Chen Ling immediately, but he restrained himself in the end... Even so, he still felt itchy and uncomfortable.

He shook his head and stumbled towards the other side of the road.

After Wen Shilin walked away, a blood-stained figure slowly stepped across the sand and gravel and returned to his original position. The biting cold wind blew through the ends of his hair, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Chen Ling waved his hand casually, and the twisted and broken wrist automatically returned to its original shape, and the blood stains on his body faded away visibly, returning to its original spotless appearance...

He stood there calmly, unscathed, as if the broken bones and wounds just now were just an illusion.

The whining cold wind blew through the empty wilderness and hummed in the empty warehouse,

Chen Ling opened the door of the warehouse again and walked slowly in with his hands in his pockets, like an elegant actor about to enter the stage. The roar of the machine's operation covered up the creak of the door and his footsteps, like an accompaniment of music. .

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"I really belong to Commander [Tan Xin]! Everything I say is true! Why are you ignoring me?!"

"You can't kill me... I completed my mission for the organization! You can't just give up on me!"

"..."

Acheng was wearing a black cloth bag and was locked next to the machine in the center of the warehouse. The roar of the machine next to him almost deafened his eardrums. Even if he screamed with all his strength, the sound was completely covered by it.

Chen Ling stood still in front of him, with a hint of teasing flashing in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Acheng's throat with one hand and knocked him hard against the surface of the machine.

Ah Cheng's roar suddenly stopped.

A piece of skin naturally fell off Chen Ling's face, and he turned into another completely unfamiliar middle-aged man. A cold and hoarse voice sounded:

"...Have you thought it through?"

"What do you mean, have you thought it through?!" Ah Cheng replied tremblingly, "I, what I said is true! If you don't believe me, you can ask Chief Tan Xin..."

"I have sent people to ask, they didn't receive your things."

Ah Cheng was stunned for a moment, "No, this is impossible..."

At the same time, the skin on Chen Ling's face kept falling off, like a mysterious and hypocritical mask, and completely different voices sounded one after another:

"Boss, he lied, he is not from Tan Xin at all."

"Yeah... He is just struggling to survive, maybe that location was fabricated by him."

"Boss, the reporter and the other person have been killed, and the trouble has been completely eliminated. What should we do about this?"

"Then do you still need to ask? Why keep him?"

"..."

Under the roaring sound of the machine, Ah Cheng couldn't tell the location of these voices at all. In the murderous voices of "everyone", his body trembled slightly in fear.