Chapter 150 A hundred years ago [07] The story of that year, new clues
His eyes shifted from Jiang Ke to Cao Xinsheng.
Mo Qing took out a dagger and said proactively: "I'll do it."
The dagger reflected the cold light in the beam of light and pierced Cao Xinsheng's eyes, making Cao Xinsheng's whole body feel cold.
He regretted it.
He shouldn't be greedy for beauty and run out just for a text message.
These two people didn't look like they were trying to bluff anyone, and every move they made had a dark and sophisticated flavor.
Slowly came to Cao Xinsheng.
Mo Qing squatted down.
Playing with the dagger with his fingers, Mo Qing narrowed his eyes and said in a cool tone: "I don't want your life, so I just want to ask you something."
Cao Xinsheng wanted to say "Okay", but his mouth was gagged and he groaned a few times without shouting, so he had to nod hurriedly.
There were tears in his eyes.
Mo Qing pulled out the dirty cloth stuffed in his mouth.
Throwing the thing aside, Mo Qing turned his head and looked at Jiang Ke who was approaching: "What is it?"
Jiang Ke's face was expressionless: "rag."
Mo Qing: "..."
"vomit."
Cao Xinsheng tilted his head, feeling nauseated and retching.
However, as soon as he felt the clear gazes of the two of them, he forced himself to hold back.
"Grandpa and grandma, whatever you want to ask me, I will tell you." Cao Xinsheng begged for mercy impatiently.
Half an hour ago, when he was asked out by Jiang Ke, Jiang Ke beat him up without even giving him a chance to beg for mercy.
Now, with such a great opportunity before him, he must make his position clear.
"Do you have a prototype for the script?" Mo Qing asked.
Cao Xinsheng was startled for a moment, then nodded like a fool: "Yes, yes, yes, it really is."
Mo Qing's tone was slightly cold: "No one in the town has heard of it."
"This is normal." Cao Xinsheng licked the corners of his dry lips, "Many people don't know about this matter. It is said that people knew it a hundred years ago, but then a group of people came and destroyed all the records.
They were not allowed to discuss the matter, and if they were mentioned, they would be fined or imprisoned, so no one discussed it."
What he said is somewhat credible.
In order to eliminate Mo Qing's existence, this was indeed how it was done.
But, the problem comes again.
Mo Qing asked: "How did you know?"
"I heard it from my college classmate. He is from this town." Cao Xinsheng was afraid that they wouldn't believe it, so he quickly explained, "His ancestors had close contact with the two people in the story. He was born under his great-grandfather.
I only heard about it before I died. I have been thinking about it since then."
"What is his name, where is he, and what is his ancestor's name?"
"His name is Yin Lin, my ancestors forgot about him. I really don't know where he is. I heard that he returned to the town a few years ago and lost contact. I also asked about him after I came here, but I didn't find out about his whereabouts.
." Cao Xinsheng said nervously, speaking very fast.
Hearing this, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke looked at each other.
From what Cao Xinsheng said, it doesn’t sound like he was lying.
Yin Lin.
Mo Qing secretly wrote down the name.
After that, Mo Qing said calmly: "Tell me about the original story."
Cao Xinsheng swallowed, nervous and defensive.
"I'll let you go after I finish speaking." Mo Qing knew what he was thinking and promised.
"good."
Cao Xinsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
He was really afraid that after these two people finished asking questions, they would kick him into the river.
After calming down for a while, Cao Xinsheng began his story.
A hundred years ago, Yin Lin's great-grandfather was still a child of seven or eight years old.
Although there was war at the time, my great-grandfather's family was still relatively wealthy and his life was more comfortable than other villagers in the town. Of course, this also developed his arrogant and domineering character.
Among a group of children of the same age, he is the most arrogant.
The winter of that year was extremely cold, and the world was not at peace. There were wars everywhere, and everyone was in danger. There were rumors that war would come to Qingqiao Town at any time.
Every household stayed behind closed doors.
Grandpa was naughty and was bored at home, so he ran away.
In an abandoned house in the town, he met two people, a man and a woman, both young. The man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the woman was about ten years old.
At this point, Cao Xinsheng explained: "The script adaptation cannot be done at such a young age, and it cannot pass the review."
Mo Qing responded calmly.
Jiang Ke suddenly turned off the flashlight, the light source disappeared, and the surrounding area was immediately swallowed up by darkness.
Cao Xinsheng felt that the atmosphere suddenly turned cold, as if there was murderous intent, and he trembled unconsciously.
"continue."
After waiting for a few seconds, Mo Qing urged.
Cao Xinsheng quickly said "Hey" and continued to talk.
At that time, the young man was wearing a military uniform. He was injured and dying. He was also covered with a women's jacket.
The girl was different. It was the coldest month of winter and it was snowing, but she was wearing a thin long-sleeved shirt, short hair, and pale skin, as if she couldn't feel the cold.
Not like humans at all.
At that time, my great-grandfather was shocked by her and stayed at the door for a long time. When she found out, she kicked him away.
Like a bandit, she took away all the food and thick clothes from my great-grandfather.
How could my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather swallow this breath...
But maybe he was a masochist, and by some strange coincidence, he didn't go back to file a complaint.
Instead, he would drop by every once in a while to deliver some food and supplies.
During that time, the boy and girl had been staying in a leaky house, and news of "thefts" would occasionally come from the town. Clothes were lost today, chickens and ducks were lost tomorrow.
As time passed, they were discovered.
Several people from the town came to the door and wanted to drive them away, but the girl somehow managed to hurt two people and scare the others away.
Then there were rumors in the town that the two outsiders in the house were not human beings.
Within two days, a group of people were organized in the town to get rid of them.
However, the girl was alone and guarded the boy, making it difficult for others to get close.
"That girl may really not be a human being." Cao Xinsheng expressed his thoughts again, "How can she be a human being when she wears so little clothes in the winter and can hit so many people? She is still a child."
"Stop talking nonsense." Mo Qing's tone suddenly turned cold.
Cao Xinsheng was startled by her voice and immediately did not dare to say more.
He quickly continued talking.
"The great-grandfather of the Yin family was also present at the time. It is said that the girl had plans to massacre the town, but was stopped..."
He was stopped by the young man next to him.
The seriously injured boy took the initiative to leave the town with the girl and settled in a place not far from the town. After that, no one knew whether they were alive or dead.
Soon, spring came.
The great-grandfather of the Yin family once ran to the mountains to look for them.
result--
He saw the girl using some unknown method to sprinkle some liquid on a field, and then some plants grew rapidly until they were mature.
Those are all medicinal materials.
The girl used it to treat the boy's illness.
Since then, the boy's illness has improved.
Within two days, an army came and picked them up.
"What I heard is such a story." Cao Xinsheng said.
Mo Qing suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Ke didn't take the initiative to speak either.
The rain was beating, the river was raging, and Cao Xinsheng was silent, feeling the crisis spreading bit by bit.
He didn't know whether Mo Qing and Jiang Ke would be satisfied with such a story.
So, in the midst of tension and anxiety, Cao Xinsheng said: "Actually, that great-grandfather also told Yin Lin something..."
"What?"
This time, Mo Qing answered quickly.
"He said that after that incident, a legend gradually spread among the people..."
Cao Xinsheng said: "There is an invincible army, in which everyone is brave and good at fighting, and they are invincible. And in their team, there is a miracle doctor, who is said to be a woman... Later generations seem to call her the 'Medical Saint'. Now
There are similar legends.”
After a pause, Cao Xinsheng continued: "Grandpa guessed that the legendary medical sage was the girl back then."
Mo Qing pondered for a moment.
Finally, in the darkness, she raised the knife and cut the rope tied to Cao Xinsheng's hands and feet.
She said coldly: "Go away."
Cao Xinsheng was immediately overjoyed when his hands and feet suddenly lost their restraints, and he rolled to the ground and tried to run away.
However, as soon as he climbed out two meters, he heard a male voice from behind: "I said you can leave?"
Cao Xinsheng was horrified, his hands and feet were weak and he could no longer crawl.
His whole body froze in place.
He heard footsteps approaching slightly.
His whole body was feeling weak.
Nervous, trembling, panic.
An indescribable feeling of fear suddenly hit my heart.
Finally, the footsteps stopped beside him.
The man kicked him on the shoulder, causing him to bounce to the side. Then he saw the man squatting down.
The man said a few words to him.
He looked panicked and said tremblingly: "I, I know..."
"You can go now."
The man's voice suddenly softened. Although it was still cold, the dangerous feeling just now was gone.
Cao Xinsheng burst into tears. He was in his forties, and his psychological defenses completely collapsed. With a howl, he stumbled away and ran into the pouring rain.
Jiang Ke also thoughtfully turned on the flashlight to illuminate his way.
But he seemed even more panicked.
"What did you say to him?" Mo Qing came over, glanced at Cao Xinsheng's back, and frowned, "It's worse than killing him."
Jiang Ke looked sideways at her: "I told you a guess."
"Um?"
Mo Qing was a little confused.
It means "all ears".
Jiang Ke said: "The story he just told was not told to him by Yin Lin, but he stole it from Yin Lin."
Mo Qing paused: "What did you guess?"
"Um."
"What basis?"
"Yin Lin is his classmate, and he is also a screenwriter." Jiang Ke analyzed, "If Yin Lin wanted to adapt this story, why didn't he write it himself instead of leaving it to him?"
"……Um."
"In addition, the great-grandfather of the Yin family kept the matter secret and did not tell Yin Lin until before his death. Yin Lin will most likely not make it public, so it is impossible to tell others the story."
Mo Qing nodded: "So, it must be unfair for Cao Xinsheng to know the origin of this story."
"Yes." Jiang Ke nodded and added, "Before coming to Qingqiao Town, I also inquired about something."
"oh?"
"Ten years ago, Cao Xinsheng was a frustrated screenwriter. On the contrary, Yin Lin, his classmate, had accumulated a name through solid scripts, married a wife and had children." Jiang Ke said, "Between Cao Xinsheng and Yin Lin,
After getting in touch at a class reunion, the two of them interacted more frequently. Afterwards, the Yin Lin family was ruined, but Cao Xinsheng suddenly had an inspiration and turned in several scripts that were recognized by the market."
Mo Qing guessed: "You suspect..."
Jiang Ke admitted: "Yeah."
Cao Xinsheng made a splash in the film and television industry, but Yin Lin returned to Qingqiao Town because of the shock.
Is it too much of a coincidence?
Of course, before Jiang Ke came, he had no intention of investigating the case. At most, he was "fully prepared."
There is no evidence to prove what Cao Xinsheng did ten years ago.
However, using this to threaten Cao Xinsheng is more than enough.
At the very least, if this incident from ten years ago is revealed, Cao Xinsheng will definitely not pursue what happened tonight.
"Then have you checked Yin Lin's whereabouts?" Mo Qing suddenly thought of something.
"Um."
"Where are the people?" Mo Qing asked.
Jiang Ke did not answer, but asked: "Why are you looking for him?"
"..."
Mo Qing said nothing.
Why look for Yin Lin?
It doesn't seem necessary.
Jiang Ke did not wait for her response, nor did he continue to say anything. Instead, he moved the flashlight and pointed the beam at the dilapidated hut made of wooden planks.
He said: "Over there."
Mo Qing was shocked: "That madman?"
"Um."
Jiang Ke nodded.
After all, Yin Lin is from the town. He has grown up here since he was a child, and he is quite famous. Although it is not particularly easy to find out his whereabouts, it is not difficult either.
Just ask a few old people and you will know.
Cao Xinsheng said "I couldn't find out". He probably just asked casually. He found out that this person was not missing and no one would come to disturb the filming crew, so he continued to do his thing with peace of mind.
Jiang Ke said: "Ten years ago, Yin Lin returned to Qingqiao Town and was mentally normal. But six months later, he suddenly became crazy. His cousin seized this opportunity and tricked him into selling off his property and taking the money.
After losing his money, he became homeless and stayed here under the bridge."
Mo Qing was silent.
No matter what era we are in, the "evil" nature of human nature is not uncommon at all.
"Is he in there now?" Mo Qing asked.
"Um."
"Are you conscious?"
"..." Jiang Ke pondered for a while, "It's hard to say. Go take a look?"
"good."
Mo Qing nodded without thinking.
Come all come.
The person is still in front of you.
If you don’t look at it, you can’t explain it.
Jiang Ke turned on his flashlight, walked beside Mo Qing, and slowly followed Mo Qing to the wooden house.
There is no door at the entrance, it is covered with plastic sheeting.
Mo Qing glanced at Jiang Ke.
It was obviously out of place for Jiang Ke's image to appear in a place like this.
However, Jiang Ke's temperament never seems out of place no matter what environment he is in.
He naturally bent down, lifted up the plastic sheet, and poked inside with a flashlight: "It's me."
"Jiang, Mr. Jiang..."
A hoarse and vicissitudes of voice came from inside.
Jiang Ke added: "I brought a friend."
His tone now is very gentle. When he faced Cao Xinsheng, he was a completely different person.
There was no response from inside, but I remembered the sound of some debris colliding.
However, Jiang Ke looked back at Mo Qing and said, "Come in."
"Can it stay?" Mo Qing was very doubtful about the space inside.
Jiang Ke paused, then smiled very softly: "There is something in it that interests you."
