Dikda closed her eyes and was silent for a long time, slumping in her chair like a dying old dog.

At this moment, he really felt so tired.

But Lariel, who was sitting across from him, suddenly regained her senses, walked to the window with brisk steps, reached under the sofa for a moment, and then pulled out a can of coffee with a smile on her face, and made Dikda a cup of coffee.

The familiar scent wafted into Dikda's nostrils, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the smile with a complicated look at the sincere Rhel with a little more sincerity.

I haven't seen her for a few years, and the acting skills of this reporter's sister have been developing in the direction of demons and monsters.

I don't know if it was right or wrong to send her as an expatriate reporter in the first place......

"You tell me the truth, what do you want to investigate when you come back this time?" There was a deep exhaustion in Dikda's tone...... And a hint of pleading.

Jarrell graciously pulled his chair closer: "I promise you, this must be a huge discovery!" ”

That's what you said three years ago when you were investigating that human trafficking case!

Dikda roared in his heart, but on the surface he still said in a tone that was about to die: "What do you say first!" ”

"Listen to this......" Zarrell pulled out a miniature tape recorder from her backpack, and Dikda saw a crowbar, a gun handle, and something that she didn't know what it was, but what it looked like metal.

His eyelids jumped, and he silently turned his head.

At this time, Lariel had already pressed the play button of the tape recorder, and a rustling sound sounded, and a man's voice appeared in the recording.

“...... I was wrong, I should have believed your ...... The Overseer shot Anloos and Mika this morning, damn it, I ...... long ago Tell them a long time ago not to trust anyone......"

The man's voice was a little muffled, and the recording kept a rapid wheezing and wind, and it seemed that the person who spoke was still running fast while recording.

“...... I shouldn't have lasted much longer, they let the dog go...... This rainforest is full of their people......"

“...... I know what you want, and you listen, Chauven will deliver this new batch of drugs to the city of Ivor at nine o'clock in the morning in a week's time, and the person in charge of the transaction is a man codenamed Phantom...... All I know is so much, if you guys find this recording......"

There was a large murmur in the recording, and by the time it had calmed down again, the man's voice had disappeared, and only the sound of a dog barking could be heard approaching.

Zarrell pressed the stop button and looked at Dikda expectantly.

Dikda's face had regained its composure, and he stared at the miniature tape recorder on the table, silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he raised his head: "That's all? ”

Rare was slightly stunned...... Isn't that enough?

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

But before she could speak, Dikda continued: "You should take this kind of thing to the police station, instead of taking it to the newspaper as a clue, what do you want to report?" Reporting that a batch of drugs is about to arrive in the city of Ivor? ”

"Don't daydream about it, this is Ivor, not an enemy-occupied area, and the first thing you should think of when you encounter this kind of thing is the police instead of investigating yourself!"

"I'm not going to approve of you doing such a thing, you can get out......"

Jarrell looked at Didak with wide eyes, as if he hadn't expected to hear such words from his mouth.

"Wait, wait!" She looked Dikda in the eye, and her tone was full of disbelief: "Dikda, do you know what you're talking about? Handed over to the police? Hell, the one thing you said to me the most was 'those cops are unreliable!'" ”

"You know those cops don't have a few clean! Those guys in the gutter bought them ......"

Jarrell didn't say any more, she looked at Dikda's strange but determined eyes, and seemed to suddenly understand something.

"No...... No...... It's not what I thought it was, it's not what I thought it was......"

Dikda's face was unfamiliarly calm, and his eyes were fixed on Ryrell, and there was something heavy and complicated in his gaze.

"It's not what you think, Jarrell ......" he spoke slowly, his voice as calm as ever, but with a strange sense of oppression spreading with his words.

"I wasn't bribed, my boss wasn't bribed, there may be such people in this company, but they're just a few small things that can't make waves."

"Then why ......"

"There's no why, Jarreel, listen to me, give this to the police, and do what you have to do, and stop this mess......"

Jarrell stared at Dikda silently, but couldn't see anything in his cloudy eyes.

She sat stunned for a moment, then stood up without saying a word, turned and walked out the door.

"Leave the tape recorder behind." Behind her came Dikda's calm voice.

With two violent heaves in his chest, Larrell turned around and slapped the tape recorder on the table, leaving without looking back.

Bang!

It wasn't until the loud slamming of the door that the calm on Dikda's face faded.

He lay back in his chair as if a taut string had suddenly loosened, and his face looked even more tired than before.

"Bribery...... There is a need for bribes......" He stared at the ceiling fixedly, suddenly smiled bitterly, and closed his eyes.

None of the time, Dikda's nails sink deep into her palms when she mentions the name Phantom!

After a while, he sat up again, took a deep breath, and dialed a phone call.

Three times later, a calm and gentle male voice came from behind the phone: "Dikda? ”

"It's me Mr. Yalin."

"What's the matter?"

"I've received word that someone is investigating the Phantom."

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while: "Tell me the details." ”

Dikda licked his chapped lips, and there was a rare nervousness between his eyebrows: "That's right, when I got up in the morning, I found an anonymous letter at the door of my house, which printed a new batch of drugs that would flow into Ivor's city recently, and the person in charge of the transaction was codenamed 'Phantom'. ”

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all there is to the letter, there is no sender, no fingerprints, no contact information, and the person who sent the letter is very careful."

"Where is the letter now?"

"I've burned it, and my wife and kids don't know about it."

There was silence again on the other side of the phone for a while: "You did a good job, you should know what to do next, right?" ”

"Understand, I'll secretly investigate the source of that letter, and at the same time make a bit of a drug investigation, and if he contacts me again, I'll try to get his information."

"Yes, I admire you, Mr. Dikda, and it seems that it was a wise decision to buy your newspaper in the first place."

"It's my pleasure to serve you." Dikda's humble way.

There was a burst of incomprehensible laughter from the microphone, and after a while the man's voice continued: "Pay attention to the news of the letter, and let me know if there is anything new." ”

"Got it, Mr. Arlin."

Hanging up, Dikda breathed a long sigh of relief, closed his eyes and collapsed in his chair, and two minutes later, he took out his phone and dialed another number:

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