Chapter 041 When the incident [01] Clues emerge, investigate the past
"Mo Qing, isn't that you?"
When Song Yi saw the portrait clearly, his skin went numb, and he cast a shocked look at Mo.
The police officers who came to help did not know the details of Mo Qing. Some of them saw the portrait, compared it with Mo Qing's face, and immediately came towards Mo Qing.
One of them took out the shackles directly.
"etc!"
Hoss stood in front of Mo Qing, spoke to the policemen, and winked.
The policemen looked at each other, then nodded, and tacitly agreed not to care anymore.
"You..." Hoss turned around, wanting to ask Mo Qing what was going on, but after noticing Jiang Ke, he changed his words, "You go back with Mr. Jiang first."
He walked up to Jiang Ke and handed over a car key.
His field of vision was blocked by the figure, and Jiang Ke was freed from a certain sense of familiarity. His eyes flashed slightly, and he took the car key.
"Mr. Jiang, please take Mo Qing back first." Huos said, "She has to go to class tomorrow."
Do you still know that Mo Qing is a student?
Jiang Ke said "Yeah" and said to Mo Qing, "Let's go."
*
The off-road vehicle is driving unstable on the mountain road.
Jiang Ke drove the car very fast.
Mo Qing was waiting for Jiang Ke to ask questions, but after waiting for a long time, Jiang Ke showed no intention to pursue the matter, which was a bit strange.
The interior lights of the car were on, and Mo Qing turned his head and saw Jiang Ke locking his eyes in front of him, his brows furrowed, and beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Mo Qing asked.
Jiang Ke didn't seem to hear.
Mo Qing shouted: "Jiang Ke."
At this time, a corner appeared in front of him. The car was going too fast. Jiang Ke suddenly stepped on the emergency brake. After sliding for a while, the car stopped when it hit the railing.
The impact is not light.
Mo Qing hit the back of her head on the back of the chair. She frowned slightly, turned around and saw Jiang Ke putting his hand on his forehead. Big beads of sweat fell down, slid down his chin, and rolled to his collar.
Mo Qing took out two silver needles.
Jiang Ke seemed to notice something and turned around: "Try pricking it."
"unnecessary?"
"unnecessary."
"Then it hurts." Mo Qing raised an eyebrow and did not argue with him, "I'll get out of the car and take a breath."
She opened the car door.
Jiang Ke glanced at her and saw her getting out of the car.
…
Mo Qing blew the night wind for a while.
The wind on the mountain was cool and cool. Mo Qing looked at the mountains and rivers under the night sky, but his thoughts were restless.
About a quarter of an hour later, the driver's window rolled down and Jiang Ke lit a cigarette. White smoke floated out, looking light and gentle in the moonlight.
Mo Qing walked over, rested his elbow on the window edge, looked down at Jiang Ke, and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Why do you get a headache when you see my portrait?"
Jiang Ke tilted his head at her. When she smiled, she looked like a fairy.
"Your portrait?" After a while, Jiang Ke thought about it.
He stretched his hand out of the window, lit a cigarette with his index finger, and the ashes fell in the wind.
"if not?"
"According to what you think, are you the master of Taoism a hundred years ago?" Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes.
"I can't tell." Mo Qing curled his lips and spoke very vaguely.
What a liar.
Even if the clues about this matter would lead to the conclusion that "Mo Qing got the master", Jiang Ke did not believe these nonsense.
Jiang Ke smoked a cigarette, raised the car window, and said two words: "Get in the car."
Mo Qing got into the passenger seat, closed the door, and asked, "Is this your headache occasionally or is this your first time?"
"Every now and then."
Jiang Ke reversed the car and returned to the road. This time, the speed of the car slowed down a lot.
Mo Qing put her fingers on her chin, looking thoughtful.
*
Huo Si and Song Yiyuan worked until five o'clock in the morning to figure out the ins and outs of the Immortal Society.
They walked out of the police station.
"According to the Changsheng Society, Mo Qing is the Taoist master of Pingjingdu, right?" Song Yiyuan clicked his tongue, "She has superb medical skills and helps the world and saves the people? Why do I not believe it so much."
Hoss tilted him: "You can believe it."
"Why?"
Huos couldn't tell him about Mo Qing's rescue of Shen Qi. He only said: "You can know the medical skills at a glance."
Song Yiyuan: "..." Brother, can this be seen?!
Hoss said: "Wash your face and go to school."
"Wait a minute." Song Yiyuan yawned and was so sleepy that tears were about to fall. He calmed down for a moment and then said, "Mo Qing has nothing to do with the Changsheng Society, but can't you find out any information about her background? "
"No." Hoss said solemnly, "We suspect that her records were deliberately erased, leaving only some oral legends."
"Did she say anything?"
"She said she couldn't finish her story and had no obligation to tell us."
"I have talked with her several times, and I feel that she is not very resistant." When Song Yiyuan said this, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I remembered it!"
Seeing his surprise, Hoss frowned: "What?"
"Yao Dexuan!"
"Who?" Hoss didn't respond for a moment.
Song Yiyuan clapped his hands: "The first principal of our No. 1 High School Affiliated!"
"What's the matter with him?"
"He's in a miserable state... Well, no, it's his statue in a miserable state. I feel like it will crack in less than a month." Song Yiyuan looked sad.
Hoss was baffled.
Song Yiyuan's words were confusing, and Hoss didn't understand, so he simply asked Song Yiyuan to tell the story again.
Song Yiyuan told the story about Mo Qing wanting to smash the statue of Yao Dexuan.
He said firmly: "Mo Qing must have a grudge against Yao Dexuan. We can start with Yao Dexuan! There are a lot of records about Yao Dexuan."
Although he felt that Song Yiyuan's statement was outrageous, after thinking about it carefully, Huo Si felt that although it was tortuous, it was necessary to give it a try.
Finally, Hoss said, "Go check it out."
"Okay." Song Yiyuan nodded happily. After a few seconds, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "No, it's just me?"
Hoss glanced at him: "I know Mo Qing doesn't have many people, so I don't have any extra manpower for you."
Song Yiyuan: "..."
*
Early in the morning, Mo Qing got up refreshed, had breakfast, and prepared to take Peng Zhong's car to go to school.
But she didn't see Peng Zhong.
"I'm going to attend the parent-teacher meeting today." Jiang Ke came over, dressed neatly and meticulously, "You come with me."
"oh."
Jiang Ke asked: "How did you do in the exam?"
Mo Qing said perfunctorily: "It's okay."
Jiang Ke had no doubt that he was there.
He had been in contact with Mo Qing for so long, and he didn't believe that with Mo Qing's IQ, he would get some shocking results.
Subconsciously, he mistook Mo Qing's "okay" for "the humility of an top student".
However--
Jiang Ke, who was sitting in Class 3 classroom, couldn't recover for a long time when he got Mo Qing's shocking report card.
Even if emo went bankrupt, he wouldn't be so shocked.
Jiang Ke didn't take the parent-teacher conference seriously at first, but this report card gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Soon, the real crisis appeared.
Some parents came around, looked at the report card, and showed pity: "You are a relative of Mo Qing, right? Fortunately, you are here. If Mo Qing's parents were here, they would be very angry."
Other parents chimed in:
"I heard that this semester, two students have transferred to the school. The one from Class 3 is second from the top, and the one from Class 7 is the second from the bottom."
"With this score, you should simply stop studying. It will also lower the school's admission rate."
"You just know? The night the results came out, my daughter came home and cried. I thought she didn't do well in the exam, but she said she was angry because of Mo Qing's results. She hadn't seen such misery in more than ten years.
Their grades lowered their class average."
"It's so wicked that Class 7 is here."
…
Jiang Ke's expression was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
