"You're doing a great job, I know, I'll reimburse you for the medical expenses."

In the office, Dikda, holding the telephone, had regained his composure.

Da-da-da-da

There was a knock at the door.

"That's it, she's here, and today you can rest for the day!"

Hanging up the phone, Dikda picked up the pen in his hand, made a serious appearance, and shouted without raising his head: "Please come in." ”

Roniel's capable figure walked in.

"Oh! Welcome home, Ryrell! Dikda put down the pen in his hand, took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, and stood up with a kind smile on his face.

Larrell walked over and hugged him lightly across the desk, "Thank you, Dikda." ”

There was undisguised tiredness in her eyes, but her tone of voice was calm and her smile was gentle.

This is not the normal time of the Basket!

Dikda's heart suddenly struck, he was very familiar with this attitude, this is the reporter's self-adjustment before the strategy interview target, this kind of attitude at this time is obviously not a good thing.

What the hell does she want to report in the city of Ivor?

Dikda had a headache, but kept the smile on his face and had a "pleasant" conversation with Ryll.

"I'm still wondering when you'll be released by Hayden's doglegs, and it doesn't seem like they're too you."

"Embarrassing me? I'm just a little journalist, why should they bother me? ”

Looking at the mild-smiling and non-fake Zarre, the corners of Dedark's mouth twitched.

Five years ago, it was this "little journalist" who dug up evidence that a certain big gang was secretly engaged in human trafficking, which caused a shock throughout the city of Ivor

Soon after, she was retaliated against by the gangster.

And guess what?

The reporter did not run away or hide, carrying a crowbar to chase the gangsters from Central Avenue to Narcissus Street!

God knows how she managed to run those guys like rabbits with a dozen guns on the other side.

But what everyone knows is that after that, the gang was hit badly, and even their boss, after two years of hard work thinking that he had dragged things out, was broken by this "little reporter" at home on the grounds of legitimate self-defense

At that time, Rinel was in full swing, and in the eyes of those gangsters, he was more terrible than the legendary Little Red Riding Cycle, until he continued to dig deep into the clues of the human trafficking and touched on some existential interests

After that, the Daily Reporter, unable to bear the pressure, sent her out at Dikda's suggestion to become an honorable war correspondent.

This was the only way Dikda could come up with to save Ryllel at the time.

Although the enemy-occupied area is dangerous, Dikda, who has touched a little bit of the true face of Ivor, knows that compared to those monsters hidden in the darkness of Ivor, that place is still much safer!

Now does this reporter think that she has gone through enough trials and wants to re-investigate her relationship?

"Here's a video I took on the train earlier, and I think you're going to need it." Facing Dikda's deep gaze, Rinel naturally took out a videotape and placed it on the table, as if he really just wanted to send it as soon as possible.

Dikda was stunned, picked it up from the table, and looked at her suspiciously: "Yes, you did a good job this time, with this video, the police department will definitely agree to our exclusive report." ”

As he spoke, he kept observing Choriel's expression, and noticed that the reporter's face did not change, as if she didn't care about all this.

He chuckled in his heart, and had a bad premonition.

"Oh, by the way, because it's almost the end of the year, your bonus may be distributed together in the year-end bonus, if you want to get it early, you can also write an application, I will sign it and send it to the finance office, and it will come down in two days at the earliest."

Rinel's expression remained unchanged

Dikda's heart was sinking more and more, and he had already guessed that Zarrell must have something else to plan this time.

"I guess I've done a great job this time." Ryll, who had been silent, said suddenly.

Dikda nodded with a deep look.

"Then I can't"

"No, you can't!" Dikda interrupted without hesitation, and his tone was categorical!

“”

Jarrell opened her mouth slightly to look at Dikda's calm and unquestioning gaze, stunned for two seconds, her face suddenly swelled with irrepressible anger, she stood up on the table, a pair of eyes containing anger and sorrow stared at Dikda, as if the long-suppressed emotions were vented at this moment:

"Five years! Exactly five years!! Do you know how I've spent the past five years? ”

"Every day I listen to the shells flying over my head, and when I open my eyes, I can see corpses all over the ground! I followed the army to move, advance, set up camp, sneak attack the soldiers who were about to die just after interviewing, and the soldiers who were blocking me fell in front of me in the next second! ”

"Can you imagine what life was like to be that? I can't hear anything except N and B in my ears, and every time I lie in the crater, I feel that life is calculated in seconds! The most recent b was even at my feet, five shrapnel pierced my body, one only three centimeters away from my heart! ”

"You must have watched the video of the Eagle Squad being besieged in the desert two years ago, for twenty days, I carried the camera and recorded everyone's faces, and in the last few seconds when the battery ran out, I said to the camera that they are all heroes, if someone finds this tape one day, please send them back to their relatives, very touched, but do you know that in the last few days of running out of ammunition, it was these heroes who almost killed me one after another, and then shared the ?!!"

"If it weren't for the enemy breaking through the camp, a few minutes later, there would have been only that tape on your desk right now!"

Dikda clasped his hands tightly together, bowed his head, and did not speak, but his hands could be seen trembling slightly.

"And now, I've done so much, so much for the Daily Reporter, and you don't even let me find out the cause of my father's death! Tell me, why is that? Why!! ”

"Enough!!" Dikda suddenly slapped the table and stood up, his eyes full of anger and a kind of sadness that could not be concealed, he pointed his finger at Ryll hard, and almost roared word for word: "I said no, I just can't!" There is no why! ”

The two of them stood and glared at each other, and after a while, Ryll sat down with empty eyes, and Dikda looked at her weak and helpless appearance, and suddenly lost her momentum and sat down on the stool.

"No, you don't know what you're looking for, at least you're still alive, but," he looked at Miss Reporter who looked like she had turned into a puppet, as if to tell her something, but her mouth opened and closed and finally turned into a sigh.

"You can look up anything else you want, other than this," he closed, as if he couldn't bear to look at the dejected Zariel in front of him.

"Really?" A slightly surprised voice came from his ears.

Dikda: "11