I'm not a drama god

Seeing this scene, Wen Shilin's expression changed slightly.

Even though he was already a veteran reporter who had seen the storm, seeing heads explode in front of his eyes, the visual impact still made him feel a little uncomfortable... His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he tried to look away as much as possible.

"Lin Yan..." Lin Shi was startled when he saw the young man beside him, and then his expression became a little complicated.

"Long time no see, Mr. Wen." Chen Ling put away the gun and smiled slightly.

When Chen Ling came over, he saw Wen Shilin here, and he had changed back to Lin Yan's appearance. Although it didn't matter whether his identity was revealed or not, he knew that Wen Shilin was a good reporter, and he didn't want to do it unless necessary. Scaring the other person... is the best option to maintain the previous relationship.

"Why are you here? Did you get a ticket too?"

"Ticket?" Chen Ling shook her head, "I don't have that kind of thing... I just came after him."

At this moment, Chen Ling was ready to be questioned by Wen Shilin. Why did he pursue Yan Shan? Why was Yan Sheng tortured like this? Why did the gun just turn into coal?

But unexpectedly, Wen Shilin did not ask further questions, but blinked and looked at him for a long time...as if waiting for something.

"What's wrong?" Chen Ling asked, sensing Wen Shilin's strange gaze.

"Aren't you going to take away my doubts this time?"

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

"you……"

"Are you surprised?" Wen Shilin raised the corners of his mouth slightly,

"After all, I have been a reporter for so many years. Although I occasionally make mistakes in identifying people, I am not a fool... In this regard, you still have a lot to learn, newcomer."

Chen Ling never expected that Wen Shilin would be able to see through his [Heart Python]. Until now, he doesn't think there is anything wrong with his disguise...

He couldn't help but asked in confusion: "How did you find out?"

Wen Shilin waved the notebook in his hand,

"I have the habit of keeping a diary every day. As long as I go home and review what happened today, I will notice something is wrong. The first time I was just a little strange and thought I was too tired... But the second time, I came to my senses.

This vulnerability is quite critical. Next time you use it on others, remember to be cautious. "

Only then did Chen Ling realize what the problem was.

His [Heart Python] can only temporarily steal a certain emotion. Even if he can steal the doubts at the time and prevent Wen Shilin from feeling that something is wrong, as long as the other person thinks about it for a moment after returning home, he can recall the previous doubts. ... He has no way to rely on this ability to make someone always trust him unless he stays with the other person all the time.

This is a loophole that Chen Ling had never imagined. The most important thing...in Chen Ling's time, few people liked keeping diaries at all, right?

"In that case, why didn't you expose me?"

"I was really a little scared at first. What did you want to do by going to such trouble to get close to me... But actually thinking about it carefully, you have never been detrimental to me, and everything you did was indeed just. The most important thing is What’s most interesting is the look in your eyes..." Wen Shilin pointed at Chen Ling,

"In my many years as a reporter, I have seen too many victims. The sadness and anger in your eyes when you mourn your brother cannot be faked."

Chen Ling looked at Wen Shilin with complicated eyes, and after a long time, she smiled helplessly.

"So, you know who I am?"

Wen Shilin shook his head, "I don't want to know."

With Wen Shilin's investigative ability, it would not be difficult to find out Chen Ling's true identity if he wanted to... But he didn't want to check it out at all. In his eyes, Chen Ling was just a junior who wanted to avenge his brother. So simple.

"...Thank you." Chen Ling said sincerely.

"By the way." Wen Shilin turned to look at him, "You just said you don't have a ticket?"

He reached into his arms, took out a ticket, and handed it to Chen Ling.

"Take this."

"Is this... a ticket for a cross-border train?"

"Yes, this is the last train and the last hope of escape. Ordinary people don't even know the existence of this train... Take it and you can reach the south safely." Wen Shilin's eyes swept over the quilt. The frozen dead city spoke bitterly,

"It won't be so cold there."

Chen Ling looked at the tickets in front of her and felt a little confused. Logically speaking, every seat on this kind of cross-border train was prepared in advance. Those who could get on this train were high-ranking officials... Wen Shilin was just a person. Reporter, and the one who offends the most people, where did this ticket come from?

"This ticket was given to me by Tan Xin." Wen Shilin seemed to understand Chen Ling's thoughts and explained, "He asked me to give away some things. In exchange, he told me all his plans. "

"Have you met Tan Xin?"

"Ah."

Wen Shilin nodded, "To be honest, I admit that I had some prejudice against him before... but now it seems that he is indeed worthy of the position of deputy chief of law enforcement officers."

"I don't need the ticket. I have unfinished business in this city." Chen Ling paused for a moment and pointed to the notebook in Wen Shilin's hand, "But...can I see that?"

The other members of the Twilight Society were still in Aurora City, so it was naturally impossible for Chen Ling to take the car and leave alone. Relatively speaking, he was more interested in what would happen next in Aurora City.

"...Are you sure?" Wen Shilin frowned, "If you don't leave, it will be too late."

"Ah."

Seeing this, Wen Shilin stopped trying to persuade him and handed the notebook to Chen Ling with a long sigh.

Chen Ling opened the notebook. Most of the thick front was filled with Wen Shilin's diary. He quickly flipped to the last few pages...

"This is..." Chen Ling muttered to herself.

……

Century Avenue.

The cold wind blew through the empty road, bringing with it the strong smell of blood.

At this moment, Century Avenue was almost empty of people. All the coal on the trucks had been taken away by the residents. There were only scarlet corpses and banknotes stained with human blood and dirt on the ground.

Two figures stood quietly in the middle of the quiet road, their black windbreakers and gray cotton coats fluttering in the wind.

Zhao Yi crushed the squinty-eyed man's head with his foot. His eyes flashed with spells as if he noticed something and looked towards the other end of the road.

"Someone is coming." His overlapping voice sounded, "Is it an enemy?"

Han Meng looked at the approaching car and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"...No, you came to see me."