Chapter 401 Collection of Hundred Poisons [19] You don't know him very well
Mo Qing came home very late.
The snow particles turned into heavy snowflakes, falling piece by piece, and already covered the ground with a layer of white snow.
There were few pedestrians at night, and the ground was white. Mo Qing stepped on it, leaving clear footprints. As she walked, there were only deep and shallow traces of hers.
When she reached her door, a car headlight swept over her. She stopped, looked back, and saw a car approaching.
It's a taxi.
The car stopped at the door next door. As soon as the rear door opened, a tall figure stepped out.
Mo Qing squinted due to the flash of light.
"You just came back?"
Jiang Ke saw Mo Qing in the car. As soon as he got off the car, he hurriedly walked towards her.
The taxi drove away.
Mo Qing looked at him quietly: "A little earlier than you."
"I went to arrange some things. I just finished my work." Jiang Ke took Mo Qing's hand, which was as cold as ice and frowned, "Wearing something like this? Have you finished your work?"
"Um."
"Go back first."
Jiang Ke knew that she was not afraid of the cold, but he could not let her freeze.
He took Mo Qing back to his home.
After entering the house, he first poured a cup of hot water into Mo: "Things are not going well?"
"smoothly."
Mo Qing said absently.
"An accident happened?" Jiang Ke frowned.
"No." Mo Qing held the hot water and took a sip, "I'm just a little annoyed."
"For what?"
Mo Qing's eyes showed a bit of anger: "The new social order cannot kill people casually. If you want revenge, you have to think of other things."
"..."
Jiang Ke was shocked.
He could tell that Mo Qing was not joking, but was really murderous.
With a quick thought, Jiang Ke immediately wanted to understand the cause and effect: "Is it really Wen Zhiming who moved the Qihuang lineage?"
"Um."
Mo Qing responded.
When he met Mo Yiting again, Mo Yiting told Mo Qing his guess - it was most likely that Wen Zhiming massacred the Qihuang lineage and took away the Qihuang lineage's medical books. At the same time, there was someone behind the Qihuang lineage.
Others help.
But there is no evidence for these speculations.
Now, the evidence is there.
The medical books belonging to Qihuang's lineage and her prescriptions are all in the underground secret room of the Wen family.
When she was sure of this, Mo Qing had the idea of killing the entire Wen family, but after all, she had been here for more than a year, and some order had been integrated into her body.
She couldn't do anything.
Once she takes action, Huos, Department 101, and Min Chang, Xiao Ni, and Shen Qi who participated in the operation with her will all suffer.
She could only do the next best thing and burn those things that did not belong to the Wen family.
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Ke frowned tightly.
"We just burned down the Wen family's secret room. We'll make plans later." Mo Qing paused, then added, "There was no evidence left behind in setting the fire."
In fact, the topic is somewhat heavy.
However, Mo Qing's serious and defensive look made Jiang Ke couldn't help but laugh.
With Mo Qing’s experience, what hasn’t he done?
If you set a fire, you still have to consider the evidence.
It can be seen that Hoth's nagging this year has not been in vain.
"Want to drink some wine?" Jiang Ke asked, "I can drink with you until dawn tonight."
"I'll get it."
Mo Qing put down the tasteless hot tea and stood up to go to Jiang Ke's wine cabinet.
In Jiang Ke's previous residence, there was a large wine cabinet, which was full of wine that he had collected over the years.
After moving here, Jiang Ke also made a little drunkard, displaying his favorite batch.
But he specially built a wooden door for the wine cabinet. Normally, when the door is closed, it cannot be discovered at all.
Mo Qing never noticed it until she discovered it accidentally when she was looking for seasonings in the kitchen two days ago.
"Isn't your hobby quite expensive?"
Mo Qing casually brought two bottles of wine over.
"It's okay. It's not a waste of money in the Jiang family." Jiang Ke took two wine glasses and put them on the coffee table. After a pause, he tilted his head and asked, "Does Jiang Yan like drinking?"
Mo Qing opened a bottle of wine and wondered: "Don't you like to do it for him? Why do you ask him?"
"Just ask."
"I've never seen him drink," Mo Qing thought for a moment, "and he doesn't even drink when socializing."
"Yeah."
Jiang Ke's eyebrows moved slightly, seeming a little surprised.
Mo Qing filled two glasses with wine: "His nerves are always tense and he doesn't give himself a chance to relax. It's normal not to drink."
"Why?" Jiang Ke had carefully studied modern history, "Those years were not full of constant wars."
After thinking for a long time, Mo Qing had only one answer: "I don't know."
Jiang Ke said: "He understands you, but you don't understand him very well."
Mo Qing raised his eyes and leaned over: "Are you speaking for him?"
Jiang Ke was stunned and denied: "No."
"But you're right, I really don't know him very well." Mo Qing lowered his eyelashes slightly and raised his eyes again, "I won't mention it anymore, so that you don't take the opportunity to get drunk and go crazy."
Jiang Ke picked up the wine glass and said softly: "I can't."
But he did not mention the topic again.
They didn't talk about Jiang Yan, Wen Zhiming, or the Qihuang lineage.
It's all in the past. No matter how much we discuss it, it will have no impact on what has already happened.
Mo Qing had already looked away from life and death.
And Jiang Ke, who didn't even know what kind of existence he was, looked even more indifferent.
The two of them focused on how to deal with the Wen family.
But while we were chatting, we couldn't tell who it was and lost consciousness first.
The two wine bottles fell to the ground, both empty.
