Chapter 151 A Hundred Years Ago [08] Jiang Ke, Stop Picking Up Trash
The moment Mo Qing bent down and got under the plastic sheet, a kerosene lamp lit up in the cramped space.
Mo Qing squinted his eyes to see clearly what was going on inside.
There is a layer of gravel under the feet, which is very thick. It is soaked now, but there is no accumulation of water.
In the innermost part is a bed - to be precise, it's a wooden board placed on two large rocks.
Just enough for one person to lie down horizontally.
There were some miscellaneous things, such as pots and bowls, piled up in the corner. It was very messy. There were also basins and bowls placed to catch the leaking water.
A small square table was set up near the exit. A middle-aged man with long dirty hair and ragged clothes sat beside it and lit the kerosene lamp with a match. The match had just gone out.
In fact, compared to what Mo Qing thought, the situation was actually better.
The middle-aged man looked at Mo Qing in the dim light, feeling confused, frightened, and then happy.
He immediately shouted: "Miss Mo."
A look of sincerity and fear.
Mo Qing looked back: "Do you even know me?"
"I heard that if you have seen the portrait, it won't be destroyed." Jiang Ke said with a sour tone.
Mo Qing is the true deity.
And he is a substitute.
Of course not happy.
"oh."
Mo Qing understood.
After scanning the general situation inside the wooden house, Mo Qing didn't mind it and went inside without hesitation.
The middle-aged man looked crazy, but he moved quickly and found a small bench for Mo Qing. Then he rummaged through the debris and after a while, he found a pop-top box.
He opened it and handed it to Mo Qing: "Eat."
Mo Qing lowered his eyes and took a look.
There are some biscuits, candies and the like inside, which look familiar. If I think about it carefully, I think I have seen them on the set.
Jiang Ke then came in and said to the middle-aged man, "You go and have a rest first."
The middle-aged man made no move, just looked at Mo Qing and said stubbornly: "Eat."
The orange kerosene lamp illuminated his face. His skin was dark and rough, older than his actual age. His back was stooped, and the hands holding the box were dirty and black, but when he looked at Mo Qing, his eyes were bright.
After hesitating, Mo Qing took a biscuit.
He seemed happy and smiled, then put the box on the small table and pushed it in Mo Qing's direction.
He turned back, sat on the bed, and huddled in the corner.
"Is he really?" Mo Qing looked at Jiang Ke and pointed at his head.
"Aren't you a medical saint?" Jiang Ke asked back.
Mo Qing said confidently: "I can't read my mind."
"..."
Jiang Ke suddenly thought of how Mo Qing looked when he questioned whether he had a mental problem at the auction, and suddenly smiled.
Mo Qing looked at him, confused.
What's so funny?
"According to my observation, he is indeed delirious and his intelligence level is low." Jiang Ke sat down on a small bench naturally.
The cabin is too narrow.
Mo Qing couldn't move around, so he turned around and simply sat next to Jiang Ke.
The small benches were next to each other, and when the two of them sat down, they were almost touching each other.
Shoulder to shoulder, too close, both of them have a meal, and then put some distance between them appropriately.
Mo Qing asked: "Can we communicate?"
Jiang Ke said: "We can communicate simply."
So, Mo Qing observed Yin Lin for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Come here."
Yin Lin in the corner pointed to himself.
Mo Qing nodded slightly.
Yin Lin moved to the bed little by little and put his legs down, looking cramped and nervous.
His back was still arched.
Mo Qing added: "Hands."
Yin Lin hesitantly stretched out his hand.
Mo Qing stretched out her fingers and placed them on his wrist.
As soon as the finger fell, Yin Lin seemed to be frightened. He howled like a gust of wind, ran to the corner again, hugged himself and curled up into a ball.
Like a panicked mouse.
Mo Qing froze and cast a doubtful look at Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke explained: "He cannot be touched. Once touched, he will be like this."
Mo Qing clicked his tongue and stood up: "I still have to touch it."
Mo Qing approached Yin Lin, and Yin Lin suddenly screamed, his voice hoarse and frightened, but Mo Qing showed no sympathy at all, and without even blinking, he quickly struck the back of Yin Lin's neck.
The frightened Yin Lin suddenly became quiet.
He hugged his knees and fell heavily onto the wooden bed.
Mo Qing picked up one of his hands, felt his pulse, frowned, and after a while, put his hand back.
"What problem do you see?" Jiang Ke asked.
"The body is stronger than an ox." Mo Qing frowned and said.
She looked at Yin Lin carefully and felt strange.
Generally, homeless people are as skinny as a stick and not very strong because they are hungry and well-fed.
Moreover, after living in this shabby place for many years, there will always be something wrong with you, and your physical fitness will definitely be worse than ordinary people.
Can--
Yin Lin's body is exceptionally strong.
"More than that." Jiang Ke calmed down and added, "It's not an exaggeration to say that he has supernatural power. He is fast and strong. Not four or five people can't subdue him."
Mo Qing looked back and wondered: "Have you seen it?"
Jiang Ke said: "On the day I came, I saw several people picking trouble with him, but he killed them all."
"Isn't he a scholar?"
"I also made some inquiries. He has been frail and sick since he was a child, and he is not a god. During his wanderings, no one saw him strengthening his body."
"..."
"..."
The two looked at each other, both seeing something strange.
How could a scholar who was not physically strong suddenly become strong after becoming a homeless man?
Will being crazy also improve your physical fitness?
Obviously unscientific.
Gradually, Mo Qing noticed that the corners of Jiang Ke's lips curled up. She felt inexplicably being kept in the dark, so she raised her foot and kicked his stool: "What did you find?"
The small stool was not kicked over.
Jiang remained motionless, picked up a candy in the box, peeled it open, and handed it to Mo Qing: "Why are you so tempered?"
Is he still in the mood to peel candy?!
Mo Qing was extremely angry: "I won't eat it."
Old God Jiang Ke was here: "Eat, I'll tell you."
After he said this, Mo Qing had no reason to care anymore. He took the candy and threw it into his mouth, then he frowned at the sweetness.
Seeing her frown, Jiang Ke chuckled, raised the flashlight in his hand, pushed the switch forward, and the bright beam shot out again and fell on the wooden wall.
He said: "Look."
Mo glanced sideways: "Messy graffiti."
Jiang Ke added: "He painted it."
Mo Qing raised his eyelids: "Messy graffiti drawn by a strong maniac."
Jiang Ke emphasized: “Look carefully.”
"If you squeeze out the toothpaste like this with me, I'll let you lie with him all night." Mo Qing felt teased and threatened unreasonably, "Like taking off your clothes."
"Your taste is quite unique." Jiang Ke said funnyly, and then added, "Are you willing to give it up?"
"..."
Mo Qing pursed her lower lip.
She raised her hand, took the flashlight from Jiang Ke's hand, pointed it at the wooden wall, and began to look at the graffiti carefully.
Speaking of Yin Lin, he may have good literary talent, but his painting skills are actually not as good as those of a child. All he draws are strange stick figures with no logic.
However, Mo Qing looked at it for a while and suddenly saw some clues.
Mo Qing suddenly turned around and asked Jiang Ke: "What he painted was his own experience?"
"Um."
Jiang Ke nodded without pause.
The graffiti on the wooden walls were all drawn with ballpoint pens. They were very thin and scrawled. As time passed, they became increasingly unclear, but Mo Qing could still discern some "story".
Mo Qing pointed to an old piece of graffiti and tapped it: "Is this his experience of being defrauded by his cousin?"
"Um."
"Where is this place?" Mo Qing pointed to another place.
The graffiti over there is really hard to decipher.
"We are studying it," Jiang Ke said. "I have found out something. It is probably his experience of becoming crazy after meeting a group of people."
When Mo Qing heard this, he was no longer bored. He stepped on the wooden bed and started to study.
When Jiang Ke saw it, he was a little speechless and a little funny.
"You come down first." Jiang Ke grabbed Mo Qing's hand, "The light is dark and water is leaking. It's hard for you to see anything."
He promised: "I will study it in the next two days. When the study is clear, I will talk to you."
Mo Qing said nothing, her eyes dropped and fell on his hand holding hers.
Seeing her movement, Jiang Ke also noticed it and his fingers froze.
However, Mo Qing didn't say anything, freed his hand and walked off the wooden bed.
She told Jiang Ke: "Wipe it."
The wooden bed had been trampled on by Yin Lin, so it was dirty to begin with.
But Mo Qing didn't want to be so rude.
Jiang Ke glanced at Mo Qing and did not complain. He took out a tissue and bent down to wipe the wooden bed.
He used the tone of chatting with Mo Qing: "Did the crew have another accident today?"
"Um."
"Those who can do it without leaving any trace in public must either have a smart enough brain or be agile enough," Jiang Ke said.
Mo Qing agreed: "Yes. It is definitely different from ordinary people."
"What's the purpose?" Jiang Ke asked.
He came here because of "things that happened a hundred years ago". He didn't know much about the crew, and he didn't have enough time to understand it.
"It's not like it's directed at a certain person, but like it's directed at the crew." Mo Qing held his hat with one hand and bit into the hard candy in his mouth. "More likely, he doesn't want the crew to continue filming."
Jiang Ke paused for a moment, then glanced at Yin Lin, who was motionless, and then asked Mo Qing, "What do you think?"
Mo Qing understood and said, "I just thought of him."
She sat on a small bench, leaned back, and analyzed: "The story was stolen from him, and he didn't want the story to be made public. It's normal to find ways to stop the filming."
After a pause, Mo Qing added: "Oh. He happens to be suspected. According to you, his skills are also suitable."
Based on this analysis, it is almost 80% that it is Yin Lin.
Jiang Ke said "Yeah": "It's true that we can't rule him out."
Mo Qing swayed for a moment, then suddenly sat upright and looked at him: "Where do you live?"
Jiang Ke finished wiping the wooden bed and stood up: "We'll live here."
"Um?"
Mo Qing was surprised.
Jiang Ke said: "A tramp should look like a tramp."
"Actually," Mo Qing took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket, "I have some money here."
She put the bills on the small table.
She said: "Stop picking up trash."
Jiang Ke: "..."
"Rumble--"
There was lightning and thunder outside.
The dilapidated wooden house stood erect in the swaying wind and rain.
The wind and rain beat against the plastic sheet, the rain hit hard and the sound was extremely fierce, while the wind leaked in through the gaps and bumped wantonly in the narrow and cramped space.
Several bills lay quietly on the wooden table.
At this moment, Jiang Ke really had the illusion that he was in the dilemma of a homeless man, accepting charity from a kind-hearted girl who was not rich.
"good."
Jiang Ke picked up the bills.
He looked at Mo Qing deeply and said, "I won't pick it up again."
Mo Qing breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s not that I’m really worried about Jiang Ke’s financial problems.
Rather, she was afraid that Jiang Ke, a psychopath, would become addicted to role-playing and actually put herself into it. And when she saw Jiang Ke picking up garbage this morning, although she found it funny, she also felt sad.
Even though I know it's fake.
However, things are unpredictable, what if something happens?
What if, aside from Jiang Yan’s identity as Jiang Yan’s double, Jiang Ke really has nothing?
After half a moment, Mo Qing suddenly said: "When the rain subsides, you can send me off."
Jiang Ke didn't hesitate: "Okay."
*
About a quarter of an hour later, it began to rain lightly outside, and the wind and rain no longer roared as before.
There is no umbrella in the wooden house.
Jiang Ke and Mo Qing shared one.
Jiang Ke held an umbrella and walked side by side with Mo Qing on the river embankment. The umbrella was tilted, covering Mo Qing's body from the wind and rain.
The night was as dark as ink and extremely rich.
Occasionally a streetlight lights up on the shore, solitary, but if there is a little starlight, darkness will engulf the town.
"You've found everything here, there's no need for me to hide it anymore." Mo Qing's tone was cool, ethereal in the gentle sound of rain, "Do you want to hear my story?"
Jiang Ke paused for a moment, a little surprised.
Mo Qing took a step forward and was fascinated by Xiao Yu. She paused, took half a step back, tilted her head and looked at Jiang Ke who was standing there.
"Do you want to listen?"
Mo Qing patted his chest with the back of her hand and raised her eyebrows in a playful and relaxed manner.
She said in a drawl: "I won't wait until the expiration date."
She suddenly became animated again.
"listen."
Jiang Ke couldn't ask for it.
Mo Qing walked forward and asked Leng Buding: "Do you remember the Qihuang lineage?"
Jiang Ke walked beside her: "Remember."
When listening to Mo Yiting's story, he mentioned the "Qihuang lineage", which were probably Yi people who were good at medicine. However, that lineage was wiped out a hundred years ago, so it has not been passed down to the modern world.
"A hundred years ago, a strange man emerged from the Qihuang lineage. He was proficient in medical skills and devoted himself to serving the people. In troubled times, he relied on his medical skills to gain a foothold in the world. With his diligence and advancement, he obtained multiple doctorates in biology, chemistry, and medicine.
.”
When Mo Qing said this, he paused and then said: "His name is Liu Jue."
Jiang Ke frowned.
He had never heard of Liu Jue.
He said nothing, waiting for her to continue her story.
"One day, he experienced the war and saw that the people were in dire straits, and he became angry." Mo Qing said in a calm tone, "He is really a genius and found a new way. Others are doing their best to serve the country and are following the right path.
. He didn’t want to. He felt that to solve the problem at the root, it was necessary to deter the enemy, so he planned to create an immortal army."
"..."
Jiang Ke opened his mouth, wanting to complain, but then swallowed his words.
"As an activist, he did whatever he said. He relied on his savings from earlier years to buy and sell children for experiments."
Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders: "As for me, I'm in a worse position. I happened to be one of the first batch of people he bought."
