I'm not a theatre god

"Xiao Yi?"

Xu Chongguo, who was sitting in front of the stairs and lighting a cigarette, saw the figure in gray cotton-padded clothes coming back. He immediately walked forward and asked seriously,

"Xiao Yi, where were you just now?"

Zhao Yi scratched his head awkwardly, trying to avoid Xu Chongguo's gaze.

Xu Chongguo's face was slightly condensed. He took out Zhao Yi's right hand and found a short knife still stained with dirt in his hand.

"You went to kill Old Man Ding?"

"I originally... really wanted to go..."

"Then what?" Xu Chongguo lowered his voice, "He died? Where did you bury the body? Has anyone seen it?"

"Old man Ding is indeed dead...but I didn't kill him."

Xu Chongguo was stunned, "Is that a law enforcement officer?"

"No, it's the reporter named Lin. I saw him kill old man Ding with a gun in the alleyway." Zhao Yi recalled Chen Ling's indifferent gaze just now and frowned unconsciously, "I always feel that this reporter Not quite right…”

Xu Chongguo's expression suddenly became strange, "Why is it this Lin Yan again..."

"again?"

"Just before you came back, Chief Han Meng came over." Xu Chongguo said slowly, "He asked us if we had been interviewed by this reporter named Lin Yan, and also asked if we knew where he lived... But where does that reporter live? How do we know?”

"Chief Han Meng also thinks there is something wrong with him?" Zhao Yi frowned, thoughtfully.

"Anyway, Chief Han Meng's matter has come to an end... we can live in peace of mind." Xu Chongguo patted Zhao Yi on the shoulder, "Next time, don't do such things as murder and revenge, you know? "

Zhao Yi was about to say something, but when Xu Chongguo's palm touched his shoulder, his face suddenly turned pale and he grinned in pain.

When Xu Chongguo saw this scene, he immediately retracted his palm and said, "Your wound is not healed yet?"

"……No."

"I asked you to go to the hospital before, why don't you go?"

Zhao Yi opened his mouth and said bitterly, "We have just entered Aurora City not long ago. We finally found a job, and the salary is barely enough to support Ling'er and I... Where do you get the money to go to the hospital?"

A flash of helplessness flashed in Xu Chongguo's eyes. He turned around and went back to the house. After a moment, he stuffed more than a dozen silver coins into Zhao Yi's hand.

"Next time you have difficulties, remember to tell your uncle." Xu Chongguo said seriously, "Although my uncle has not found a job yet, he still took most of his belongings with him when he fled from the Third District... Let's take them to see a doctor. , you can pay it back to me after you make money."

"this……"

"Take it, heal your body, and then you will have the strength to work and earn money."

Without saying a word, Xu Chongguo stuffed the money into Zhao Yi's arms, turned around and left, leaving Zhao Yi standing alone with his eyes full of emotion.

Zhao Yi is not a person who likes ink. After borrowing Xu Chongguo's money, he went to the hospital immediately. After all, Xu Chongguo was right. Only when the body is cured can he make money. Now he can't lift it with his hands or shoulders. , how will we live our lives in the future?

Zhao Yi's choice was a public hospital in Aurora City. Although there were many people going there and the equipment was relatively old, the advantage was that the price was relatively cheap. He hung up the last number of the day and pushed the door open to enter the consulting room.

"What's wrong?" the doctor asked, closing the medical record.

"There's a wound on my back that hasn't healed after so many days."

"Take off your clothes and let me see."

As Zhao Yi took off his shirt, revealing the profound marks of whipping, the doctor's eyes suddenly widened with astonishment.

"You..." The doctor gently stretched out his hand and touched Zhao Yi's wound. Zhao Yi almost jumped up in pain, "Are you a survivor who came from the third area a few days ago?"

"how do you know?"

"We cannot heal the wounds left by the disaster."

The doctor shook his head and began to write in the medical record, "And your injuries have worsened to the internal organs, which cannot be removed at all... You seem to be young, you must not be married and have children, right? Are your parents here? I'll explain it to them..."

Zhao Yi stayed where he was.

"Doctor...can I not be cured?"

The doctor didn't answer directly, but his expression said it all.

Zhao Yi's face was extremely pale. He finally borrowed money and wanted to cure himself as soon as possible, but he didn't expect that in the end he only had to wait for this result... He seemed to have remembered something and grabbed the last straw and asked:

"Doctor, do you know there is a doctor named Chu? My friend said he is very powerful. How about I ask him again?"

"The surname is Chu? Are you talking about the miracle doctor Chu?" The doctor sighed, "With your current situation, even that doctor will probably be unable to save you... Forget it, I'll tell you the location of his medical clinic, you Try your luck yourself."

After saying that, the doctor thought for a while, then took out a form from the drawer and handed it to Zhao Yi.

"What's this?"

"Registration form to voluntarily participate in human experiments. If you still have no hope in the end, you can consider turning yourself over to Aurora City... At least after you leave, your family will still be able to receive a very generous pension."

Zhao Yi looked at the form blankly, his mind went blank. He stuffed it into his pocket and turned around stiffly to leave.

In the cold and pale corridor, a group of patients were queuing up for consultation. Zhao Yi stood like a sculpture among the continuous coughs and moans. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the doctor in his hand. Museum address...

That was his last hope in life.

…

Dusk.

Chen Ling opened the door of the newspaper office and got off work on time.

Although the prescribed off-duty hours are at this point, most people are still working overtime in the newspaper office. After all, the "Aurora Daily" is the largest in the entire Aurora City. If you want to get ahead here, you can only get involved with each other...

As for Chen Ling, it is obvious that she will not be "involved" in it.

On the one hand, the reporter identity is just a vest he chose to investigate intelligence, and he does not want to be confused as an executive, so there is no need to waste too much time here; on the other hand, as a "rising star reporter" who has published two big news stories within a few days of taking office , he also has the capital to refuse involution.

However, what surprised Chen Ling was that since the Han Meng case ended, Wen Shilin had not appeared in the newspaper office, nor had he taken him for any interviews or investigations. He did not know what he was busy with.

Chen Ling was walking on the street when she suddenly saw a familiar figure in front of her out of the corner of her eye. She narrowed her eyes slightly...

Zhao Yi?

I saw Zhao Yi still wearing the gray cotton coat, holding a piece of paper in his hand, as if he was looking for something, but looking at his expression, he seemed to be a little distracted.

Chen Ling thought for a moment and did not leave just like that. Instead, she stayed behind Zhao Yi from a distance to see where he was going.