Chapter 181: One Man Show

Chen Ling had at least seven or eight knife wounds on his body, and even a bullet hole on his shoulder... His face was covered with blood and fatigue, and beads of sweat ran down his cheeks, dripping onto the barren land.

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

"Your hand..."

"That part can't pry open the chain, but it can pry open my hand." Chen Ling smiled palely, "But fortunately... I'll go find Doctor Chu, this injury is nothing to him."

Wen Shilin looked at Chen Ling with a complicated look. He had taken that part before, but he didn't think of breaking his hand to get out, or he didn't dare to think about it at all... But Chen Ling took the part and did it.

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

"Is this how we escaped just now?" Wen Shilin couldn't help asking.

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

As Chen Ling spoke, an invisible python slowly emerged from his forehead and wrapped around Wen Shilin, who was unaware of it, and seemed to be sucking something bit by bit.

Wen Shilin was stunned for a long time, then nodded, "That was really thrilling... This time, it's really thanks to you, Mr. Lin Yan."

"I was also trying to save my life."

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

Wen Shilin was about to say that he would go with him, but thinking that all this was caused by him, following Chen Ling might also involve him. After a moment of silence, he said with a complicated expression:

"Okay... I won't follow you. You saved my life. I will definitely give it back to you if I have a chance."

Chen Ling waved his hand nonchalantly and walked away with a staggering step. The brown coat stained with blood gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Wen Shilin was about to leave in the opposite direction, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the place where Chen Ling had just stood. A crumpled document bag was falling in a pool of blood... It should be Chen Ling who put it on his body, and then it became like this during the chaos.

Wen Shilin had no doubts about why this file bag happened to fall here, nor did he doubt everything Chen Ling said just now,

Because the [Heart Python] was hovering above his head, constantly absorbing his "doubts".

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

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

At this moment, a gap appeared at the bottom of the file, and several pages of paper floated out.

Wen Shilin looked down and found that most of them were Chen Ling's personal information and resume, but when he picked up the last piece of paper, his brows frowned 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 a line of unforgettable words:

- Who stole your heart?

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

Wen Shilin stared at the photo in his hand in a daze, and the doubts in his heart reached an unprecedented peak... He had never felt this way when he was looking for other news.

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

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

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

After Wen Shilin walked away, a blood-stained figure slowly stepped over the gravel and returned to his original position. The biting cold wind brushed 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 recovered its original shape. The blood on his body also faded visibly, returning to its original spotless appearance...

He stood there calmly, unharmed, as if the broken bones and wounds just now were just illusions.

The sobbing cold wind blew across the empty wilderness, buzzing in the empty warehouse.

Chen Ling pushed open the door of the warehouse again, walked in slowly with his hands in his pockets, like an elegant actor about to step onto the stage. The roar of the machine covered the creaking sound of the door and his footsteps, like an accompaniment of music.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

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

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

"..."

Ah Cheng was wearing a black bag and locked next to a machine in the middle of the warehouse. The roar of the machine next to him almost deafened his eardrums. Even if he tried to scream, the sound was completely covered by it.

Chen Ling stood in front of him, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Ah Cheng's throat with one hand and slammed him heavily on the surface of the machine.

Ah Cheng's roar stopped abruptly.

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 by thinking 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, and 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 peeling 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?"

"Do you still need to ask? Why keep him?"

"..."

Under the roar 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.