I'm not a theatre god

"No! I didn't lie!" Acheng struggled against the chains frantically, "Everything I said is true!"

Chen Ling grabbed Acheng's neck and gradually used her fingers to force him, as if to strangle him to death. At the same time, the solemn voice sounded again:

"What proof do you have?"

"I..." Acheng's voice was broken by the pinch, "I made a copy of the backup copy in the drawer of my desk in the newspaper office... I really put the original copy in the docking place... What else did I do? Do not know at all……"

Chen Ling's brows rose slightly.

Of course he didn't know what the original was, nor where the joint he mentioned was, but that was no longer important. If that [Tan Xin] really sent someone to join it, the original would have been taken away long ago.

However, this Acheng also made a copy of the copy and kept it, and he was still working at the newspaper office, which is really worth pondering... It seems that this kid is not that loyal to the forces behind him?

Also, if you were really loyal, you wouldn't have brought it upon yourself so casually.

After getting the backup position, Chen Ling relaxed a little and spoke unhurriedly:

"What does the 'Hand of Salvation' plan do?"

Chen Ling didn't know what the "Hand of Redemption" plan was, but judging from Wen Shilin's reaction, it seemed to be very confidential information.

The moment he heard this question, Acheng was stunned, and then he seemed to have thought of something and said in surprise:

"No...no! You are not from Commander [Tan Xin]! Who are you?!"

Cheng's heart suddenly fell to the bottom. He never expected that the other party would pretend to be someone from [Tan Xin] to defraud him. No wonder he didn't find the original, and he was indeed fooled. He even lost all the backups he had left. It was exposed... At this moment, he knew that he was finished.

But he still didn't understand, which group of people would do such a thing? Interested in "Hand of Redemption"?

"Is this important?" Chen Ling sneered, "You have no other choice now, either speak or... die."

Now that he knew that Acheng was not completely loyal, and Chen Ling really didn't want to play word games with him anymore, he simply showed off his cards and put the muzzle of the gun to Acheng's forehead.

Ah Cheng's face turned pale under the bag. He gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time before speaking with difficulty:

"I have no idea…… "

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to pull the trigger when Acheng continued: "The level of confidentiality of this plan is really too high. It is said that even among the top law enforcement officials, there are no more than five people who have the right to know about this plan. ...I was just an undercover agent sent to ambush Wen Shilin, how could I possibly know the details of this plan?”

"According to what you said, the 'Hand of Redemption' plan is of such a high level. How did a reporter from Wen Shilin know about it?"

"I don't know the specific details. I hadn't lurked with him at the time... He spent several months investigating this plan and was interrupted several times in the process. He only found some fragmentary clues, all of which were Those articles were published...

What I remember most clearly is that the ‘Hand of Salvation’ is suspected to be related to the fate of mankind in the entire Aurora Realm... and will bring us salvation.

I only got the article yesterday. That’s all I know. I really don’t know the rest. "

Ah Cheng's tone was extremely sincere. Ever since he knew that Chen Ling was not from [Tan Xin], his tone was obviously extremely humble. He knew that his life and death was no longer controlled by him or the forces behind him.

Is it related to the fate of mankind in the entire Aurora Realm?

Hearing these words, Chen Ling's heart moved...could it be Lord Aurora? Or is it related to the freezing sea disasters outside the city? Or does Aurora City still have some trump card hidden in it?

Chen Ling tried different methods of coercion several times, but Acheng still didn't give any more useful clues. He knew that he would gain nothing if he continued asking, so he simply gave up on extracting a confession.

He looked at Cheng, who was still struggling with the black bag, and gently pulled the trigger.

A minute later, the hum of the machines in the factory slowly stopped. Chen Ling pushed open the silent factory door, and a gust of cold wind blew away the faint smell of blood in the factory.

"This Wen Shilin is really interesting."

He seemed to have thought of something, chuckled, and gradually disappeared at the end of the wilderness.

…

Wen Shilin couldn't sleep.

In the cramped room of more than ten square meters, he tossed and turned on the bed. Every time he closed his eyes, Chen Ling's calm and silent face appeared in his mind, and what came to his ears was the roar of fists punching through the air.

Wen Shilin didn't know what was going on with him. The last time this happened to him, he met a girl he shouldn't have met when he was just in love at school... But this time it was a man. Of course he knew he didn't have that. It's a strange hobby, but Chen Ling left such a deep impression on him.

It was past three o'clock in the morning, and Wen Shilin still couldn't sleep. He simply got up and sat at the small table, lit the kerosene lamp in the corner, and prepared to record what he had experienced today.

But he was always absent-minded, and would still fall into a trance unconsciously during the recording process, intermittently several times. Wen Shilin was silent for a long time, then sighed and took out the photo from the document bag.

The dim candlelight illuminates the phrase "Who stole your heart?" If you look closely, you can see that there is hatred everywhere in the writing, which is shocking.

This thing seems to be one of the sources of my trance...

Wen Shilin turned over the photo and looked at the unfamiliar young man's face, dazed in front of the table.

After an unknown amount of time, he took out a piece of white paper and copied down the sentence on the back of the photo. Then his thoughts began to extend, and one sentence after another with question marks was connected in series. The most important one was " Words like "Heart", "Organ", "Hospital", "Organ Trading?"

For some reason, Wen Shilin's thirst for knowledge about this matter was almost overwhelming. He was immersed in guessing all the meanings of this sentence. When he came to his senses, the sky outside was already bright.

Wen Shilin sat blankly at the table, looking at the rising sun in the corner, feeling empty in his heart...

His peripheral vision fell on the document bag containing the job application information, and a strong impulse surged into his heart. He stuffed the photo back into the document bag in a clever way, then hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed towards the rising sun. Go outside.

He wants to see Chen Ling again! There are some things he must ask.

He knew that maybe Chen Ling didn't want to see him at the moment, but the left document bag was a good excuse.

As for how to find Chen Ling... "inadvertently", Chen Ling has already given the answer.

He will go to Divine Doctor Chu to treat his wounds. With the condition of his injury, he probably won't be able to leave that clinic in a short time... So, as long as he goes to Divine Doctor Chu's clinic, he will definitely find Chen Ling!