Chapter 423 A Collection of Hundred Poisons [End] Jiang Yan Awakened in His Body?
Mo Qing didn't have pen, ink, paper or inkstone at home, so he went directly to the next door with Jiang Ke.
After entering the study, Mo Qing took a deep breath and sat on a sofa chair. She was a little sleepy after a busy night. She almost fell asleep while waiting for Jiang Ke to pick up a pen to write.
With his head hanging down, Mo Qing suddenly woke up and looked up at the desk.
Noticing her movements, Jiang Ke raised his eyes and glanced at her. Just as he finished writing the last word, he put down the brush.
"It's written." Jiang Ke frowned slightly.
Mo Qing sensed something was wrong, stood up and walked closer, first scanning the line of words he had written, and then looking at the letter...
"Exactly the same?"
Mo Qing clicked his tongue, picked up two pieces of paper, and looked at Jiang Ke with strange eyes.
Jiang Ke: "Although I am very annoyed by Peng Ren's noise, I won't kill him."
"Hey, I know."
Mo Qing nodded, indicating that he did not doubt him.
She said smoothly: "It's a bit difficult for you to prepare this poison."
Jiang Ke's tone was cold: "You look down on me?"
"No, after all, there are specialties in the arts..." Mo Qing paused, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "By the way, what is your specialty?"
"..."
Jiang Ke was speechless, raised his hand and patted her forehead: "You can do it."
Mo Qing smiled and put the two pieces of paper back on the desk: "What do you think about this?"
Jiang Ke avoided answering: "I didn't write it anyway."
"Let me ask you, what do you think?" Mo Qing repeated the words again.
Jiang Ke looked at her.
His expression was so calm, so calm that it seemed to cover up the turmoil in his eyes.
After a moment, Jiang Ke said: "It's hard to say. If Jiang Yan is resurrected, he can come to you directly. There is no need to do such a thing. This kind of behavior is more like looking for a sense of presence."
He analyzed: "I am more inclined to believe that the person who wrote the letter knew about your past with Jiang Yan and deliberately imitated his handwriting. Judging from the fact that the handwriting is so fake that it cannot be practiced in a short time."
"I agree." Mo Qing rubbed his chin with his fingers, nodded in agreement, and then narrowed his eyes slightly, "However, there is a new problem."
"What?"
Mo Qing asked: "According to Thirteenth Master, they just hypnotized you and instilled some memories and suggestions... Writing is a habitual memory, how can you have it?"
"..."
Jiang Ke's eyelids twitched.
?
This is indeed a bit outrageous...
And there are not many similar details if you think about it carefully.
He is very good at playing simulated battlefield games, but he has never touched military knowledge in the past few years;
He was also very good at making wood carving gifts, and was far better than Mo Qing's knowledge of novices. In his dream, after Jiang Yan gave Mo Qing the first wood carving and was rejected, he practiced secretly;
He was very familiar with the overall framework of the Eighth Base, but as far as he knew, when Thirteenth Master hypnotized him, he only instilled the topographic map of the warehouse;
…
What does this mean?
Is Jiang Yan awakening in his body?
"This matter is not important," Jiang Ke put the topic aside, lowered his eyes, picked up the piece of paper, and said calmly, "What is important is this person's purpose."
"This person is most likely from the New World." Mo Qing said, "Let's make arrangements to go to Xiwu Village first."
Jiang Ke pondered for a moment: "Let's do it tomorrow. It will be easier to resolve the matter as soon as possible."
Mo Qing hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
Anyway, if we plan to leave after the new year, it doesn’t matter if we go a day or two in advance.
*
This Chinese New Year celebration was the most profound one I had ever had.
But this man was naturally positive and optimistic, and when he woke up he was full of energy. After seeing that he was fine, he took Goblin out for shopping in the afternoon and folded a few plum blossoms when he came back.
Goblin and Gu Wanwan, who had stayed up all night for him, were not as energetic as him.
That night, Jiang Ke called Peng Zhong over and asked Peng Zhong to take Peng Ren away.
The next day, Mo Qing asked Gu Wanwan and Goblin to go to Gu's house first to avoid being tricked again in the courtyard. Then he called Song Yiyuan and went to Xiwu Village with Jiang Ke and Chi Shi.
Originally planning to leave on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Song Yiyuan went home to celebrate the New Year and had arranged his itinerary for the past few days. Now that he had to leave on the second day of the Lunar New Year, he had no choice but to miss out on various appointments.
Before getting on the plane, Song Yiyuan's phone kept vibrating.
"I don't know if I can come back now."
Leaning back on the seat, Song Yiyuan turned off the phone and opened his mouth with disappointing words.
Mo Qing was only separated from him by the aisle.
Hearing this, Mo Qing said: "How about ordering a few wreaths first, just in case? We will come back and we can use them for you."
"Bah, bah, bah." Song Yiyuan vomited out quickly, "Why should I order a wreath when you come back?"
Mo Qing: "I can't die anyway."
Jiang Ke: "Me too."
Chi Shi, who had always been taciturn, actually responded: "Yeah."
Song Yiyuan: "..."
Well, even though he is a great person, among these people, he is indeed... not very conspicuous.
Quite like cannon fodder.
He was so frustrated that he could only curse the person who sent the envelope in his heart.
The original plan was to set off on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, just to have a good year so as to avoid any accidents in Xiwu Village and reunite with my family before then.
Who would have thought that something terrible would pop up halfway...
His New Year's Eve was not affected, but for Mo Qing and others, the atmosphere of this year was completely ruined.
Doing evil.
Song Yiyuan shook his head, thinking of Xiwu Village, and decided to close his eyes and take a nap.
——He was afraid that he would not have a chance to sleep well in the future.
