Chapter 178 Fisherman

"Wen Shilin, male, 32 years old."

"Reporter of Aurora Daily, wrote 184 articles in the three years since joining the company, only 22 of which were successfully published..."

"No wife or children, his parents died five years ago, living alone in a 12-square-meter hut in Nancheng District, does not smoke or drink, has no bad habits, no hobbies, the person he changes most frequently is his assistant, and the place he often goes to is the hospital... Hospital?"

Chen Ling looked a little strange when he saw the message sent by the hooligans.

He suddenly thought of Wen Shilin's skillful movements when he was beaten yesterday, and suddenly understood why he often went to the hospital... With his stubbornness and recklessness in digging out the truth, it is estimated that his salary is used to treat injuries.

Hearing Chen Ling mumbling to himself, Chu Muyun on the opposite side put down the newspaper and asked 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, except for law enforcers, there is no faster way to obtain intelligence than the freedom of the media." Chen Ling threw the document on the table and said calmly, "Especially this Wen Shilin, who wrote nearly 200 articles in three years, but only more than 20 articles were published... What are the contents of the remaining ones that could not be published?

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

Chu Muyun raised his eyebrows, as if he was interested.

"Although the right to media freedom is valid, you can't become a journalist just because you want to. Under the control of those invisible hands, the profession of journalist can be said to be lucrative. I don't know how many people in the city are eyeing these positions... You just entered Aurora City and have no resume or background. How can you approach this Wen Shilin? Do you want to change his face?"

"No need to be so troublesome."

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

"This Wen Shilin's character is too upright, which is also one of his weaknesses... It's easy to gain his trust. I only need a small performance to make him work for me."

...

In front of the hospital.

"How much is this fruit?" Assistant Acheng stopped in front of the stall.

"Small fruit basket is twenty, large fruit basket is fifty, and the exquisite fruit basket with packaging box over there is one hundred and twenty." The boss said leisurely without raising his head.

Ah Cheng frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the exquisite fruit baskets, and pointed to a few scattered apples in the corner that no one wanted, "What about those?"

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

"I want them, and give me some beautiful ribbons to tie them up."

The boss glanced at him, muttered quietly, and still packed the apples and handed them to Ah Cheng, who carried the fruits and walked to the hospital behind him.

Ah Cheng skillfully walked through the corridor where pedestrians hurried and pushed open the door of a ward.

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

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

"It's Ah Cheng... Come in."

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

"Ah? Oh."

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

"There are too many people targeting me recently. I have to be careful everywhere. Otherwise, how do you think I survived until now." Wen Shilin patted the dust on his hands and sat back on the bed, "And I always feel that someone is watching me recently."

"Mr. Wen, are you thinking too much? How can anyone be watching us?"

"No, I believe in my intuition... and And have you forgotten that the recent manuscripts were lost in a bizarre way? Maybe I really found someone's Achilles' heel... The more critical the situation is, the more careful we should be."

While speaking, Wen Shilin stood up and walked to Ah Cheng. He saw the fruits tied with delicate ribbons in the other's arms, and sighed:

"Ah Cheng, I've made you spend money again."

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

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

"It's okay, I'm not picky."

Wen Shilin stopped Ah Cheng who was about to turn around and said, "My injury is almost healed, let's leave the hospital."

"Okay." Ah Cheng nodded.

Wen Shilin put on his clothes and followed Ah Cheng out of the ward. Just as he reached the hospital entrance, he suddenly glanced to the side and stopped.

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

"Huh?" Ah Cheng 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 looked at Chen Ling in the distance, and his eyes lit up.

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

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

Seeing this, Wen Shilin immediately walked up and took the initiative to call him:

"Please stay!"

Chen Ling paused, the black glasses chain slightly deviated with his cheek, looking at Wen Shilin who was walking over, and a hint of surprise appeared in his 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 am Wen Shilin, a reporter from Aurora Daily. I know this may be a little abrupt, but maybe we can find a place to sit down and chat." Wen Shilin said seriously, "Our newspaper is recently doing a column called 'Searching for Truth, Goodness and Beauty', and will regularly publish some people who have done heroic deeds..."

Seeing Chen Ling's expression was a little strange, Wen Shilin added, "If you are in the newspaper for your heroic deeds, I think it will be easier to find a job."

Chen Ling asked in surprise, "How do you know I'm looking for a job?"

"It's written on your file bag."

Chen Ling lowered his head and saw that his file bag did have his name, contact address, and the words of the target position on it.

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

Chen Ling smiled politely.