I'm not a theatre god

Zhuo Shuqing felt that he might not have woken up.

Ever since he was punched by Chen Ling in the outer ring and half of his teeth were broken, that calm and indifferent face has become his nightmare. Not to mention the toothache that makes him unable to sleep, basically whenever he falls asleep, he will dream back to being... The day Chen Ling wielded the [Iron Fist of Justice]...

Exaggerated by nightmares again and again, Chen Ling's face became increasingly filtered by fear in his subconscious, and now it is almost synonymous with "devil".

I finally slept a little better last night, but as soon as I walked into the office and sat down today, I saw the face from the nightmare suddenly following me to my work station. It was as scary as seeing a ghost during the day.

"Do you know each other?" Feng Man glanced at Chen Ling in surprise.

"I've met once, but I'm not familiar with it." Chen Ling shrugged, "Where is my workstation?"

"That's your workstation. When you're not out in the field, you can write manuscripts here."

After saying that, she paused and added, "However, since you have to follow Wen Shilin, you probably won't have time to sit still... We'll see what happens then."

Where Feng Man pointed was the empty table next to Zhuo Shuqing.

Chen Ling glanced at Zhuo Shuqing, with a playful smile on her lips, "Okay, I understand."

"I've left all your things on the table for you. The camera is at Wen Shilin's place. Ask him directly for it when the time comes. If there's anything else you don't understand, just ask Zhuo Shuqing. You two know each other anyway." Feng Man lowered his head. He looked at the time and said, "I have a meeting later, so I'll leave first."

Feng Man seems to be a standard strong woman who is always busy. She just finished taking care of Chen Ling and then turned around to other work without any sloppiness.

As Feng Man left, Zhuo Shuqing still didn't regain his composure. He stared blankly at Chen Ling as he walked over, as if he was dreaming.

Chen Ling walked up to Zhuo Shuqing unhurriedly and showed a harmless smile:

"Please take good care of me in the future...Zhuo...what's going on?"

"This is impossible..." Zhuo Shuqing woke up in shock and said in disbelief, "You became a reporter?"

"What do you think?"

Chen Ling sat down at the workstation next to him and began to look through the things on the table, mainly some relevant charter manuals, notebooks, pens, etc.

Chen Ling picked up the pen and was about to swipe the ink. As soon as he waved his hand, Zhuo Shuqing beside him turned pale in shock and covered his face almost instinctively.

Seeing this, Chen Ling couldn't help but feel a little funny:

"What are you afraid of? There are so many people here, can I still beat you?"

Zhuo Shuqing's face suddenly turned ugly. He said to himself that when you hit me last time, there were more people around than this... He didn't dare to glare at Chen Ling, he just snorted coldly and turned away.

Chen Ling tried the pen's ink and it was OK, then she started to look around. More than a dozen desks were staggered in the office area on this floor. Two-thirds of them were empty... The work on this floor Most of them are reporters. At this time, many of them should be in the field.

"Xiao Zhuo, I want to ask you something." Chen Ling spoke naturally.

Zhuo Shuqing didn't want to pay attention to Chen Ling, and was about to get up to pour himself a glass of water when a strong palm pressed on his shoulder, pressing him back to his seat like a mountain.

Immediately afterwards, those five fingers were like iron pliers, tightly strangling his bones. A sense of pain was instantly transmitted to Zhuo Shuqing's mind. At the same time, a cold voice sounded from his ears:

"I want to ask you something...do you have time?"

Zhuo Shuqing's face turned pale, and he nodded immediately, "Yes, yes!"

"Do you know Cheng? Which work station here is his?"

Zhuo Shuqing swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly, "A-Cheng... the place you are sitting is where he used to be."

A flash of surprise flashed in Chen Ling's eyes, and she let go of Zhuo Shuqing's shoulders.

Although it only lasted a few seconds, Zhuo Shuqing felt that his shoulders were about to fall apart at this moment. He stood up from his seat suddenly, put on his press badge, and walked outside like he was running for his life...

The reason why he is still so leisurely in the newspaper office at this point is because he is lazy, and because there are people outside who will give him money, he naturally does not want to go to the field to endure hardship... But now that Chen Ling is sitting next to him, Zhuo Shuqing would rather work every day I'm exhausted from running around in the field, and I don't want to be lazy here anymore.

Chen Ling didn't stop him. Instead, after he left, her fingertips began to fumble among the drawers of the desk.

According to Acheng, he had transcribed the article about the "Hand of Salvation" and hid it in the mezzanine of his desk. Chen Ling thought that he would have to search for it after infiltrating the Aurora News Agency, but she didn't expect that it would be easy to get it.

Soon, his fingertips touched a tiny bump.

With a slight exertion of Chen Ling's fingertips, several thin pages of paper were pulled out from the wood gaps on the inside of the drawer. Chen Ling quickly glanced at it and could see the "Hand of Salvation?" flashing across it. Word.

With so many people around, Chen Ling naturally couldn't unfold the documents here. Instead, she folded the pages with a flick of her finger like a magic trick, as if they had never existed.

Chen Ling sat in the office for a while. After about ten minutes, Wen Shilin returned to the newspaper office and walked to Chen Ling's workstation.

He seemed a little surprised when he saw that Zhuo Shuqing at the next table was not there, but when he turned around and saw Chen Ling who was so bored that he started to write, he seemed to understand something...

"how do you feel?"

"Not bad." Chen Ling replied, "The atmosphere is not as bad as I thought, and my colleagues are unexpectedly interesting..."

"Have you met Feng Man?"

"I've seen it before."

"She is my boss, and she is quite nice... If you have any trouble in the newspaper office in the future, you can ask her for help."

Chen Ling nodded slightly, "What happened to the body?"

Wen Shilin's expression was a little serious. He looked around and said to Chen Ling, "Follow me."

Chen Ling followed Wen Shilin out of the newspaper office and walked forward along the street. As the number of pedestrians around him gradually increased and the environment became noisy, Wen Shilin lowered his voice and said:

"That corpse came from Frostleaf Hospital."

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment and looked at Wen Shilin in confusion, "How did you find out?"

In his opinion, Wen Shilin could only find out the age of the corpse, the way of death, or some other physiological things. After all, these were the only clues left on the corpse... He didn't understand. How did Lin accurately locate the hospital where he was killed through a corpse?

"The condition of the corpse is similar to what I expected. The organs were removed using professional means, and my friend found residues of medical anesthetics in his body. There is nothing to say about this..."

Wen Shilin paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly, "The key lies in the sheet wrapped around him."