Chapter 194 Xiao Zhuo, I Have a Question for You

Zhuo Shuqing felt that he might not have woken up.

Ever since Chen Ling broke half of his teeth with a punch in the outer ring, that calm and indifferent face has become his nightmare. Not to mention the situation of being unable to sleep due to toothache, basically whenever he falls asleep, he will dream of the day when Chen Ling swung the iron fist of justice...

With nightmare after nightmare, Chen Ling's face has become more and more heavily filtered by fear in his subconscious mind, 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 in the nightmare suddenly stalking to my workstation, which was as frightening as seeing a ghost during the day.

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

"We've met once, but we're not familiar with each other." Chen Ling shrugged, "Where is my workstation?"

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

After saying that, she paused and added, "But since you're going to follow Wen Shilin, you probably won't have much time to sit still... We'll see when the time comes."

The place where Feng Man pointed was the empty table next to Zhuo Shuqing.

Chen Ling glanced at Zhuo Shuqing, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Okay, I got it."

"I've left all your things on the table for you. The camera is with Wen Shilin. Ask him directly when the time comes. If you have any other questions, ask Zhuo Shuqing. Anyway, you two know each other." Feng Man looked down at the time, "I have a meeting later, so I'm leaving first."

Feng Man seems to be a typical strong woman, always busy. After taking care of Chen Ling here, she turned around and devoted herself to other work without any dragging.

As Feng Man left, Zhuo Shuqing still hadn't recovered. He stared blankly at Chen Ling who was walking over, as if he were dreaming.

Chen Ling walked slowly to Zhuo Shuqing, showing a harmless smile:

"Please take care of me in the future... Zhuo... what was it?"

"This is impossible..." Zhuo Shuqing woke up 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 regulations manuals, notebooks, pens, etc.

Chen Ling picked up the pen and was about to shake the ink. As soon as he waved his hand, Zhuo Shuqing next to him was shocked and almost instinctively covered his face.

Seeing this, Chen Ling couldn't help but laugh:

"What are you afraid of? There are so many people here. Can I hit you?"

Zhuo Shuqing's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He thought 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, but just snorted and turned his head away.

Chen Ling checked the ink in the pen and found it was fine. Then he looked around. There were more than a dozen desks placed in an office area on this floor, two-thirds of which were empty... Most of the people working on this floor were reporters. At this time, many people should be working outside.

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

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

Then, the five fingers were like iron clamps, tightly gripping his bones. A pain instantly spread 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 Ah Cheng? Which one of these is his workstation?"

Zhuo Shuqing swallowed his saliva and trembled, "Ah Cheng... You are sitting in his original position."

Chen Ling's eyes flashed with surprise, and his palm loosened Zhuo Shuqing's shoulder.

Although it only lasted for a few seconds, Zhuo Shuqing felt that his shoulders were about to fall apart. He stood up from his seat, put on his press card, and ran out like a desperate person...

The reason why he was still so leisurely in the newspaper at this time was because he was lazy, and there were people outside who would give him money, so he naturally didn't want to go out to work and suffer... But now that Chen Ling was sitting next to him, Zhuo Shuqing would rather go out to work and be exhausted every day than be lazy here.

Chen Ling did not stop him, but waited until he left, and then began to explore the drawers of his desk with his fingertips.

According to Ah Cheng, he had copied the article about "The Hand of Redemption" and hid it in the interlayer of his desk. Chen Ling thought that he would need to look for it after sneaking into the Aurora Newspaper, but he did not expect to find it without any effort.

Soon, his fingertips touched a barely detectable bulge.

As Chen Ling's fingertips exerted a little force, a few thin pages of paper were pulled out from the gap in the wood above the inside of the drawer. Chen Ling quickly glanced at it and saw the words "The Hand of Redemption?" flashing on it.

There were many people around, so Chen Ling naturally could not unfold these documents here, but flicked his fingers and put away these pages like a magic trick, as if they had never existed.

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

He seemed a little surprised to see Zhuo Shuqing at the next table was not there, but when he turned around and saw Chen Ling who was so bored that she started spinning a pen, 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 corpse?"

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 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 thought. The organs were removed by 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."