Chapter 315 Number 012 [23] Monument to Ten Thousand People
"If you can't afford it, you can only say that they are blind and their investment failed. What does it have to do with me?"
Wen Yingxue's words made all the blood drain from Mo Sui'an's face.
But Mo Sui'an still had something to say: "In your eyes, are your parents like this? Are we, as children, just their property? You are just greedy for vanity and are reluctant to leave the Wen family!"
Mo Sui'an's eyes immediately turned red.
He stood up and said angrily: "Wen Yingxue, don't do anything too extreme! Once the sick man who adopted you is gone, will you still be able to live a good life in the Wen family?"
The words were not spoken yet.
Suddenly, a slender and beautiful hand grabbed his throat.
At that moment, a huge sense of oppression and suffocation came over him. Mo Sui'an looked at Wen Yingxue, who was frowning slightly in front of him, his eyes widened, and panic swept through his body.
——Wen Yingxue will kill him!
Thinking of the chat between Mo Qing and Wen Yingxue, Mo Sui'an was suddenly enveloped in the fear of death.
His whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
Soon, Mo Sui'an felt his eyes turning black.
Wen Yingxue suddenly let go of him.
Fresh air was poured into his lungs, but Mo Sui'an choked suddenly and couldn't help coughing violently.
He heard Wen Yingxue say in a gentle tone unhurriedly: "Don't worry, my second uncle's health is still fine. The one who fell first must be your Mo family."
"Wen Yingxue!"
Mo Sui'an shouted angrily.
The veins on his forehead and side of his neck were throbbing.
Wen Yingxue was wiping Mo Sui'an's hand with a handkerchief. When she heard the sound, she looked confused: "What, you want to fall down now?"
"..."
Mo Sui'an shuddered suddenly as he looked at her gentle expression.
He fell silent.
Yes, I'm completely scared.
Wen Yingxue is much scarier than Mo Qing...
Mo Qing will be straightforward and will beat you if you are unhappy.
Wen Yingxue, however, could not tell whether she was happy or angry. Even when she was beating someone, her eyebrows were twitching into a smile.
Simply not human!
Wen Yingxue ignored Mo Sui'an's fear, turned her head slightly, and glanced at Mo Qing, who was standing not far away and watching the show openly.
Mo Qing smiled: "Don't you want to kill me?"
Wen Yingxue felt annoyed even looking at Mo Sui'an and said, "I think my hands are dirty."
"I don't mind," Mo Qing walked over slowly, "I'm pretty good at killing people."
"I can't afford you."
"Just think of it as returning your information."
Wen Yingxue said without hesitation: "You still owe it."
The two of them exchanged words with each other and walked slowly to join the club team.
Mo Sui'an looked at the backs of the two of them and listened to them talking calmly about "murder". He felt that his legs were getting weak and he couldn't help but fell to the ground again.
…
After walking a little further, Mo Ting heard the movement of Mo Sui'an rolling on the ground and looked back.
She raised her lips and teased Wen Yingxue: "How can your brother be scared?"
Wen Yingxue avoided him: "It's your brother."
Mo Qing said: "Your brother."
Wen Yingxue said: "You two can be regarded as having a close relationship."
Mo Qing thought to herself, "Mo Sui'an is somewhat superior to her," but when she thought of the base's sexy operations, she felt that it was understandable.
They have been enemies of each other for almost a month.
He didn't object.
Seeing that she remained silent, Wen Yingxue was a little surprised. After a pause, she asked, "Do you have any siblings?"
Mo Qing said: "I am an orphan."
Wen Yingxue was stunned for a moment and stared at Mo Qing for two seconds.
"That's fine." Wen Yingxue didn't know what to think of, and said calmly, "To avoid being exploited."
Both inside and outside her words revealed her distrust of her relatives.
Mo Qing thought about the family atmosphere of the Moh family and the Moh family's pursuit of interests and family first, which was not incomprehensible.
But she thought for a moment: "That's not entirely true, is it?"
"How much luck does it take to meet an open-minded and open-minded family?" Wen Yingxue asked back, her eyes half lowered, her tone less gentle, "Most families treat their children as belongings. The Moh family is,
So does the Wen family."
Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders.
She has no parents, so she has no angle to refute Wen Yingxue's words.
However, Wen Yingxue had no intention of communicating with her in depth and left immediately after speaking.
*
Mo Qing was the second to last one to join the team.
Because Mo Sui'an was the frightened last one, the president, Tang Ming, tolerated and tolerated the things that Mo Qing had just stepped in, and finally swallowed up all the complaints.
In the later section of the road, Mo Qing thought Shan Yingying would be with others.
Unexpectedly, Shan Yingying fell behind again.
"This is the wild fruit we just picked. Do you want to try it?" Shan Yingying opened a canvas bag and took out a large fruit from it, "This is called August Fried. It's wild and ripe.
No one picked it. It's quite sweet. You can try it."
Mo Qing took it.
Shan Yingying continued: "We also found some dates. Have you ever eaten these? It's sour and sweet. It doesn't matter if you are full, but it can be eaten as a snack..."
She was still chattering.
But not annoying.
Mo Qing curled her lips.
Most of the time, Mo Qing listened quietly to Shan Yingying's words.
Later, Shan Yingying talked about the mass graves again: "Mo Qing, how much do you know about this period of history?"
After thinking for a moment, Mo Qing said: "...I haven't studied it."
"It's strange," Shan Yingying scratched her head, "This week, people in our club went to the library whenever they had free time, looking through various materials, and some specifically went to consult the history professor, but basically the war in Liang Xunshan
Since there is no record, we only know that there is a mass grave here."
"oh."
Mo Qing was unfazed.
All important matters related to them have been erased, and this time is no exception...
Shan Yingying was puzzled: "Don't you find it strange?"
Mo Qing said: "It's not strange."
Shan Yingying blinked.
Mo Qing said calmly: "There are so many wars in modern history. Which one is not littered with corpses and without thousands of heroes? How could the history books have time to record them one by one?"
"You said so...that's right."
Shan Yingying nodded in agreement.
Mo Qing asked again: "Why do you want to come to Liangxun Mountain?"
"This is very dramatic." Shan Yingying immediately became interested, "The reason is that we were browsing books in the library, trying to find any clues left by Mo Yi."
"As a result, we found that one person's borrowing record overlapped very closely with Mo Yi's."
"We dug out all his borrowing records and found that the last book he borrowed was five years ago, and the last book happened to record modern history."
"Actually, the content is very nonsense. It's basically based on guesswork. It's also very unpopular. No one borrows it at all. Moreover, it was published thirty years ago."
"The book mentions the battle of Liang Xunshan a hundred years ago. He relied purely on guesswork to deduce the war at that time, blaming tens of thousands of casualties on command errors."
"But the person who borrowed the book, behind his analysis, put a piece of paper and wrote down the many loopholes in his guess. It was obvious that he was very angry."
"Then we became interested in Liang Xunshan."
"It just so happens that we have a party, so we agreed to come here to have a look."
After finishing speaking, Shan Yingying added: "...Oh, we determined based on the handwriting that the piece of paper was written by the borrower."
Mo Qing pondered for a moment and asked, "What's his name?"
"who?"
"Borrower."
"His name is..." Shan Yingying thought for a moment and clapped her hands, "His name is Jing Shi!"
Mo Qing was startled.
Well time?
Five years ago, Itoki came to Teicheng University?
Mo Qing immediately asked: "This one is called Jingshi. When can the earliest borrowing date be traced back to?"
"It's been ten or twenty years," Shan Yingying said. "He doesn't borrow books frequently, just two or three books a year. He is definitely not a student. We suspect he is a teacher, but the borrowing frequency is too low, and it doesn't look like he is a teacher."
.Moreover, we checked and found that there is no such person in the school."
Mo Qing frowned slightly.
Then, his brows relaxed again.
——He himself was still wandering in front of her, and he still couldn't think of anything.
——There is nothing unusual about borrowing records.
But Mo Qing asked again: "Did you take pictures of his piece of paper?"
"Yes," Shan Yingying said, "I will send it to you right now -"
Shan Yingying took out her mobile phone and took a look. She found that the signal was missing and sighed: "I'll send it to you after I get down from the mountain."
"……OK."
Mo Qing responded.
The wind on the mountain became stronger and stronger, and dark clouds began to gather in the sky at some point. The originally bright field of vision became dim in an instant.
"It looks like it's going to rain!"
"Have you all brought umbrellas?"
"No!"
"I brought it! It's just a sun umbrella."
"Don't worry, I've prepared a raincoat."
"We'd better go faster. It's difficult to walk on this mountain, and nothing we can do will work."
…
The club team was a little panicked by the sudden change in weather.
They speeded up in unison.
Simply, before the rain fell, they found the "Ten Thousand People Monument".
