Chapter 157 A hundred years ago [14] Jiang Ke: I am a gift from Jiang Yan
"Want to distance yourself from me?"
She asked in a nonchalant tone.
This woman is like a devil. With just a few words, she can easily control people and make them fascinated.
Jiang Ke's eyelids were lowered, half-covering his eyes, but his emotions could not be concealed.
He raised Mo Qing's hand and used some force to get her wrist caught in the tiger's mouth.
He lowered his head, moved slightly closer to her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't play with me."
"It hurts." Mo Qing frowned slightly.
My mouth hurt, but my voice was calm.
Jiang Ke sneered coldly and released her wrist: "I thought you wouldn't feel any pain."
Mo Qing lowered his eyes, then raised them again, and said calmly: "I can be killed."
Jiang Ke dropped his hands, curling his fingers into fists.
The veins on the back of the hand are prominent, one by one, densely intertwined.
Even though she knew she did it on purpose, her mood was still carried away, and she was inexplicably disturbed.
He pursed his lips, remained silent, and with a cold face, took out the needle pack from his pocket and handed it to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing kneaded her wrist, saw his movements, released her wrist, took the acupuncture needle, and said, "I plan to go to the scene, you can come with me. I happen to have something to ask you."
Jiang Ke's tone was stiff: "I won't go."
Mo Qing took a step forward, heard the sound, stepped back and stopped in front of him.
She narrowed her eyes: "Aren't you going?"
Jiang Ke said firmly: "I won't go."
Suddenly smiling, Mo Qing hooked his fingers on his collar, straightened it, then slid her fingers to the side and patted his shoulder.
She said: "I'll wait for you downstairs."
Jiang Ke frowned: "You..."
"Can't hear it."
Mo Qing cut off his words, waved his hand, and left directly.
Jiang Ke turned around, looking at her back in his eyes, and took a slow breath.
He seemed to be eaten to death by her.
*
Mo Qing waited downstairs for three minutes.
Didn't wait for Jiang Ke.
A drunk man staggered by the roadside, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a girl in a red dress standing under the streetlight. Desire suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes, and he walked straight towards Mo Qing.
Mo Qing saw it, glanced coldly, and ignored him.
The drunk man looked at Mo Qing. He was drunk, but his eyes were naked.
He chuckled and put his arm around Mo Qing's shoulders: "How much does it cost per night?"
His hand did not touch Mo Qing's shoulder.
Because, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
The force was so strong that the drunkard felt his hands being shackled and wanted to break free, but he couldn't move an inch.
He cursed and raised his eyes to look at the troublemaker, but met a pair of eyes full of coldness and danger. He felt his whole body tremble when he was stared at by that gaze.
He shuddered.
Jiang Ke pushed him forward and said coldly: "Get out of here."
The drunk man took two steps back and staggered.
Normally, if faced with such a tough situation, the drunkard would have run away long ago.
Unfortunately, he was drunk today.
As the saying goes, drinking makes you bold.
By some strange coincidence, he didn't realize what was going on and left. Instead, he plucked up the courage and took another step forward.
"Your woman?" The drunk man looked at Mo Qing with very revealing eyes, made a tut-tsk sound in his mouth, and commented, "You must be dressed so coquettishly -"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because Jiang Ke kicked him in the abdomen, and he flew away. After falling to the ground, he struggled for a while and could not get up again.
After getting rid of this person, Jiang Ke frowned slightly and looked at Mo Qing, who was calmly watching the show, slightly unhappily.
"You're quite tolerant."
Jiang Ke spoke out, with a tendency of anger, and it was inevitable that he would be a little sarcastic.
Mo Qing glanced at him and said matter-of-factly: "Isn't it you?"
Jiang Ke gritted his molars: "You——"
Mo Qing asked leisurely: "How is it?"
"..."
Jiang Ke swallowed his words.
"Let's go." Mo Qing stepped barefoot on the road, raised his arms and folded them behind his head, then stretched them out, "If we delay any longer, it will be dawn."
"etc."
Jiang Ke called her.
Mo Qing stopped, turned around, and looked at him doubtfully.
Meaning: Do you still have to lose your temper?
Jiang Ke saw the doubt in her eyes and felt unhappy for a while, but then he endured it and handed over a pair of slippers.
He said: "Put it on."
Mo Qing glanced at it and refused decisively: "I won't wear it."
Jiang Ke frowned: "Wouldn't it hurt?"
"Yeah." Mo Qing nodded, and then gave the reason, "But the shoes are too ugly."
This is a pair of hotel slippers.
The black one is a big size and is worn in the shower.
It's so ugly that you don't want to take a second look.
"What's the problem?" Jiang Ke was confused and couldn't understand.
Mo Qing paused for two seconds, looked at him, and repeated one word with a very clear pronunciation: "Ugly."
Jiang Ke finally understood: "Not worthy of you?"
"right."
Mo Qing admitted frankly.
Jiang Ke choked up and thought she was okay, so he threw the slippers at her feet: "I'll make do with it."
Mo Qing was very decisive: "No."
There is no room for negotiation at all.
However, Jiang Ke also gave up discussing with her and took two steps forward to walk up to her.
Mo Qing was just wondering when she saw Jiang Ke squatting down in front of her.
He picked up a shoe with one hand and then reached out to hold Mo Qing's ankle.
At this moment, the two people's movements were all stunned.
Mo Qing's feet were always exposed and the skin was cold, but Jiang Ke's hands were warm and generous. When he covered them, a warmth spread from bottom to top.
Mo Qing's body stiffened.
Jiang Ke paused for a second, but still picked up her feet and put the ugly slippers on her.
He saw her feet. Her toes were round and beautiful, her nails were neatly trimmed, her skin was evenly white, and her beautiful feet looked quite artistic.
pity.
I stepped on a foot of mud.
Soon, Jiang Ke picked up Mo Qing's left foot and put on the remaining slipper.
As soon as he stood up, he saw Mo Qing looking down at the slippers on her feet, her eyebrows twisted tightly, as if he was hesitating whether to kick the slippers off.
"It's quite beautiful." Jiang Ke said against his will.
"Oh."
Mo Qing sneered.
Obviously, Mo Qing still has some basic aesthetics.
Jiang Ke coughed lightly and changed the subject: "What do you want to ask me?"
Mo Qing, who was originally worried about slippers, hesitated for a moment when he heard his question and put the matter behind him.
Forcing himself to ignore the slippers on his feet, Mo Qing walked slowly on the road.
She said: "That sentence."
Jiang Ke asked: "Which sentence?"
After asking, he responded.
At the same time, Mo Qing said: "What is your position when it comes to controlling life and death?"
Jiang Ke's heart sank, and he answered the question seemingly unintentionally: "What?"
Mo Qing asked: "How do you know this sentence?"
Jiang Ke thought of the memory that suddenly appeared in his mind, and then thought of her behavior in the hotel room.
A chill spread in my heart and soon spread throughout my body.
Jiang Ke's eyebrows also turned cold: "Do you still have expectations for him to be me?"
Mo Qing didn't answer, only said: "Answer my question."
Jiang Ke said in a deep voice: "Answer me first."
Mo Qing was silent for a moment. She raised her eyes and looked forward, dragged her wide slippers forward, and said lightly: "No."
"..."
Jiang Ke followed her without saying a word.
She said no.
Very simple and straightforward.
However, her attitude towards herself is not like that.
"I told you, but you don't believe it." Mo Qing said slowly, suddenly turned around, faced him, walked backwards, she smiled very softly, "Let me ask, are you out of your mind?"
Have you been kicked by a donkey?"
"..."
This was the first time Jiang Ke had seen someone scold him so directly.
There is no art of speaking.
Jiang Ke didn't care about this with her. After pondering for a while, he asked: "Did he say that to you?"
"Um."
"That scene really happened?"
"Um."
Mo Qing admitted frankly.
Although the screenwriter made a mistake and the lines and events were different, similar things did happen to her and Jiang Yan.
That was after leaving Qingqiao Town.
Outside the battlefield, she met a gangster who wanted their life, so she wanted his life.
However, Jiang Yan stopped him.
Mo Qing said: "He said I was arrogant."
"arrogant?"
Jiang Ke had some vague memories.
However, I can't think of anything specific.
"To control life at will is to be arrogant towards life." Mo Qing said, "To kill someone from a personal perspective is no different from a thug."
Jiang Ke was noncommittal.
He knew that Mo Qing had blood on his hands.
However, he now knows that none of the blood on Mo Qing's hands died in vain.
Although Jiang Ke was very resistant to Jiang Yan from the bottom of his heart.
——A kind of resistance that he couldn't explain.
However, he agreed with Jiang Yan's point of view.
"Jiang Yan," Jiang Ke immediately looked into Mo Qing's eyes after saying the name, "What kind of person is he?"
Mo Ping stepped on a big stone while stepping back. She stood on tiptoes, took another step back, and got off the stone.
Her movements are light, her figure is graceful, and her skirt is fluttering.
She turned around, opened her hands, and lifted up the wide sleeves on one side. The light penetrated the gauze, leaving a shallow red shadow on the ground.
His hand dropped again, and Mo Qing looked back at him: "I can't tell clearly, I can't see through it."
Jiang Ke's eyes followed her figure all the time.
There seemed to be a magic power about her that attracted his attention.
"How to say?"
Jiang Ke asked slowly.
"No one knows what he is thinking." Mo Qing raised his eyelids, no longer shying away from mentioning Jiang Yan, and said frankly, "Including me."
Jiang Ke was a little surprised.
"When he was a boy, he had a very interesting temperament, he was easy to get along with, he loved to joke, and he loved teasing people. Later, he turned into a different person without realizing it." Mo Qing thought for a moment, "Maybe the responsibilities on his shoulders are not enough.
It’s the same.”
"You are not his..."
Jiang Ke was speechless and did not finish his words.
With such a close relationship, you can't explain someone clearly?
"Yeah." Mo Qing said, "He kept me by his side and catered to my preferences. I realized it later, but one day I suddenly discovered that even the taste of his food was exactly the same as mine."
"..."
Jiang Ke stopped.
Mo glanced at him sideways and asked with a smile: "You said, I suspect you are him, does that make sense?"
"..."
Jiang Ke remained silent.
At this moment, even he himself couldn't explain clearly.
It turns out those coincidences...
These are not just coincidences.
"However," Mo Qing analyzed, "even the menu order is the same, which is a bit deliberate."
Jiang Ke paused for a long time, and then said seriously: "Is there a possibility?"
Mo Qing tilted his head and answered: "What?"
Jiang Ke's lips tightened into a line. It took a long time before he said the guess he didn't want to admit: "My existence was originally a gift he left for you."
Mo Qing was stunned.
She looked at Jiang Ke and wondered: "Why do you think so?"
"That means he wants to be reborn." Jiang Ke asked, "Otherwise, what other explanation do you have?"
"..."
This time, it was Mo Qing's turn to be silent.
Jiang Ke asked again: "Why do I look exactly like him, why do I taste exactly like him, and why do I always remind you of him?"
Mo Qing pursed her lips.
Jiang Ke continued: "My past memories are all false. My existence and everything about me should be under my control, but in fact, it was all arranged by others in advance. It seems that I am acting independently.
A choice, but actually an inevitable choice.”
Just like when he gave Mrs. Chen a menu, he would not have thought that two years later, a girl would appear who could give her an exactly the same menu.
He even felt...
His concern for Mo Qing was also deliberately arranged by someone.
Mo Qing pondered for a moment and then suddenly said: "You don't have to worry about anything."
Jiang Ke frowned.
Mo Qing said calmly: "If that's the case, I will definitely give you a free life."
Based on her understanding of Jiang Yan...
Whether it is rebirth through Jiang Ke or shaping Jiang Ke specially for her, Jiang Yan will do it as long as he has the ability.
However, she made a promise to Jiang Ke in an understatement.
She doesn't need a substitute.
She walked forward.
After a brief moment of confusion, Jiang Ke looked at Mo Qing's back and finally followed him.
*
For the next part of the journey, the two of them remained tacitly silent and stopped mentioning anything related to Jiang Yan.
They came to the front of the house.
The crew has left, and even the equipment has been emptied.
The clothes of the two were still left in the RV. Now that the RV has driven away, they can only continue to wear their costumes.
Walking into the house this time, it felt like going back a hundred years ago.
"You check the second floor, I'll check the first floor." After entering the courtyard, Mo Qing asked Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke nodded.
They divided their forces into two groups.
Mo Qing first checked around the yard and found no useful clues. Then, she entered the lobby.
As soon as she stepped in, she heard a "squeak" sound. She frowned, held a silver needle between her fingers, raised her hand and threw it over. The silver needle penetrated the head of the rat that was moving hastily in the darkness.
The mouse dies in one second.
Mo Qing walked over.
She first put away the silver needle stuck in the wall, wiped it clean with a cloth, put it away, and then came to the mouse.
She grabbed the mouse by its tail and picked it up.
Half a catty.
"What's wrong with the mouse?" Jiang Ke walked down the stairs, holding his mobile phone for lighting.
Mo Qing held the rat's tail, shook it, and said matter-of-factly: "You can have a meal."
"..."
Jiang Ke's expression turned green in a second.
Seeing his expression, Mo Qing shrugged, threw the mouse aside, and then asked, "What clues do you have there?"
"There are vases on the second floor, they should be ready-made. It's not difficult." Jiang Ke paused for a second on the dead mouse, "There are so many mice, it's hard to catch them."
"Just take medicine to make you faint. As long as you have time, you can definitely do it." Mo Qing clapped his hands, "You can ask what Yin Lin does besides picking up trash and going crazy."
"Um."
Jiang Ke nodded.
Mo Qing wanted to reach for his cell phone, but found that it had also been left in the car.
She paused and then asked, "Has Song Yiyuan called back?"
"..." Jiang Ke was silent for a moment and said, "No."
