Chapter 152 A Hundred Years Ago【09】Recounting the past, Mo Qing's heart is moved
"As for me, I'm in a worse position. I happened to be one of the first batch of people he bought."
Mo Qing spoke calmly and calmly.
It's like telling someone else's story.
Jiang Ke frowned when he heard this.
"Have you ever heard of concentration camps? After we were bought, we went to his private concentration camp. Among the first batch of children, I was the only one who survived," Mo Qing said.
"Succeeded?" Jiang Ke was surprised.
The technological level of that era...
No, the current level of science and technology cannot transform a being like Mo Qing.
Moreover, according to Mo Qing's description, this person named Liu Jue was a "first time success".
This is tantamount to magic.
"I don't know." Mo Qing shook his head gently, "To this day, I still don't know whether he succeeded or not."
"..."
"My survival greatly increased his confidence and increased his investment." Mo Qing continued, "But his good luck seemed to have come to an end. In subsequent experiments, no one survived. That year I
When I was five years old, because there was no one to watch me, I read all his books, including the medical works of the Qihuang lineage that have not been passed down to the outside world."
Jiang Ke was in a complicated mood.
After hearing the end, he nodded slightly.
"After Liu Jue secretly conducted experiments for four years, he was finally discovered and reported. An army destroyed his private concentration camp. Among them was a young man named Jiang Yan."
"I fought with his team and injured several people. He wanted to kill me, but he was stopped by an adjutant named Mo."
"Adjutant Mo took me in, gave me my name, and kept me by his side."
"I asked Jiang Yan later." After saying this, Mo Qing put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows, "At first, he really wanted to kill me."
Jiang Ke was puzzled: "Why?"
"I don't understand human nature, and I kill people without blinking an eye." Mo Qing said every word, "Keep it here to cause harm to the world."
"..."
Jiang Ke choked.
The Mo Qing he sees now laughs, makes trouble, and behaves like an ordinary person. Even though she has incredible abilities, he will not regard her as an alien.
Because she is alone.
A living person.
But if you think about it carefully, a five-year-old child who has not yet learned anything has grown up in an environment like the Liu Jue concentration camp. He is used to seeing death and blood, and his mind is obviously different from ordinary people.
If that kind of Mo Qing wakes up in the Eighth Base, even if he is not dead now, he will not be able to take a step out of the Eighth Base.
It is impossible for the Eighth Base to allow her to move so freely.
"What happened next?" Jiang Ke asked.
"For almost two years, I was in a state of inhumanity. I didn't understand emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. Everyone except Adjutant Mo regarded me as an alien." Mo Qing said leisurely, "The turning point happened in Qingqiao Town.
"
Jiang Ke's expression condensed.
"How true or false is what Cao Xinsheng said?" Jiang Ke asked.
"It's from the Yin family's great-grandfather's mouth, which is more or less the same. After all, it's from his perspective." Mo Qing said lightly, "We did encounter a big battle. Jiang Yan and I got lost with the team and ended up living in Qingqiao Town."
Mo Qing tilted his head: "Although I don't understand emotions very well, I really hated him at the time. I thought that if he died, I would be less of a burden, so I didn't want to save him at first."
Jiang Ke remained silent.
In fact, he didn't want to hear Mo Qing talk about her and Jiang Yan's past.
It's okay to really see Jiang Yan die.
But then not...
However, after waiting for a while, Jiang Ke still asked: "Why did you change your mind?"
Mo Qing shrugged: "He threatened me."
"Um?"
Jiang Ke was a little surprised.
"He said that if he died, Adjutant Mo would commit suicide for love." Mo Qing thought of the past and didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. "He also explained to me in detail the meaning of sacrifice for love."
After imagining the scene, Jiang Ke smiled lightly, but soon straightened the corners of his curved lips.
Mo Qing added: "I will provide him with food and drink and keep him warm."
"How to keep warm?"
Jiang Ke's expression changed very quickly, and his face suddenly turned cold.
"Go up the mountain to chop wood for a fire, and steal some clothes on the way." Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, "What are you thinking about?"
"..."
Movies and TV shows hurt people.
Jiang Ke was satisfied and cleared his throat: "You continue."
"Later, it did happen that the villagers drove us away. I originally wanted to kill them all and be done with it, but at that time, Jiang Yanming was rescued and had the energy to take care of me." Mo Qing's expression changed slightly as he spoke.
, "He said that if I kill one person, he will give Adjutant Mo a knife. Then, he described to me the tragic situation of Adjutant Mo being beaten."
Jiang Ke: "..."
In terms of age, Mo Qing was only eleven or twelve years old at that time.
He caught Mo Qing's weakness and bullied him to death.
This person is too shameless.
"So I listened to him and took him to the mountains. He wanted to test me at that time. He kept challenging my emotional limits and often found fault with me. Fortunately, my emotions were not clear at the time, otherwise he should be here now
He was buried somewhere in Qingqiao Town, and now I am here to pay homage to him."
Mo Qing paused.
Because she suddenly remembered that if Jiang Yan really died at that time, there would be no present.
At that time, the fate of many of them would have taken different directions.
"What about using liquid to irrigate the medicinal field?" Jiang Ke asked.
Mo Qing thought for a while and then suddenly remembered: "Oh, something happened that year."
"What?"
"At the beginning of spring, a plague broke out in Qingqiao Town." Mo Qing seemed to have just thought of this and explained in detail, "At that time, Jiang Yan's injury was almost healed, and we planned to leave, but before leaving, Jiang Yan asked me,
Is there any way to save the people in the town - he knows that I am proficient in medical skills, but he doesn't know to what extent."
Mo Qing said: "So, I found some herbs to treat the plague on the mountain. But these herbs didn't grow well, so I made a quick-growing magic medicine——"
"This is unscientific." Jiang Ke interrupted her.
Mo Qing gave him a long look.
Jiang Ke knew that Mo Qing found him very disappointing.
However, Jiang Ke, who insisted on science, felt that he could not be fooled by Mo Qing like this.
After a while, Mo Qing confessed: "Well, it's actually not a magic medicine."
Jiang Ke nodded and asked, "So, what is it?"
Mo Qing stopped walking.
Jiang Ke also stopped walking.
Unknowingly, they had reached the door of the hotel.
It was late at night, and there was no one on the street. The street lamps were on and off, and the light reflected the drizzle, like needles and threads.
Jiang Ke tightened the handle of the umbrella in his hand and raised the umbrella higher.
Mo Qing turned around, faced him, and said slowly: "I did make a potion that can cause rapid growth, but it can change under the naked eye because it contains my blood."
"Blood?"
Jiang Ke was shocked.
Suddenly, Mo Qing stretched out a finger and brought it to his lips, making a "silence" gesture.
Jiang Ke's eyelashes were blowing slightly, and drizzle fell on them, forming fine water droplets. They trembled and flickered in the refraction of light, like starlight.
He looked at Mo Qing's lips, which were thin, pink, and sexy, and that one finger as slender as an onion seemed to carry a mysterious power, charming without knowing it.
Mo Qing said softly: "I am a very expensive person."
After she finished speaking, she smiled again.
The smile is clear and shallow, and the corners of the lips are slightly hooked, which is extremely attractive.
There was a "pop", and Jiang Ke's brain felt like it exploded. There was no thought left, and everything in his eyes and heart became her.
His eyes were as black as ink. They were originally cold in the night wind, but at this moment, they became hot inch by inch, as if they were ignited by something, and gradually became hot.
Mo Qing never noticed it.
She turned around with a smile and waved her hand: "Take the umbrella, I'll leave first."
She walked into the hazy drizzle.
However, the next moment, Jiang Ke suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back.
Mo Qing suddenly took a step forward, and when he stopped again, he was almost a stone's throw away from Jiang Ke.
His breath sprayed down and landed on her forehead and nose. It was hot and had a burning sensation.
Mo Qing was startled, her eyebrows raised slightly, and she met his eyes.
Those pair of extremely complex eyes that contained countless emotions seemed to reveal emotions that she could understand at the moment.
Mo Qing was in a daze for another moment.
The umbrella fell a few inches, blocking the light. He suddenly leaned down and got close to her, giving her the illusion that he wanted to kiss her.
But he didn't go beyond it.
"Hello."
Mo Qing stood still and suddenly made a sound, his voice was cold and cold.
This calm and cool tone is like a splash of cold water, which is very easy to wake people up.
Jiang Ke's eyes flashed, the almost irrational emotion faded away, and soon, his eyes gradually became clear.
Mo Qing took a slow breath and asked, "Is there anything else?"
After a pause, Jiang Ke picked up her wrist, pulled away a little, and put the umbrella handle into her hand: "Give the umbrella back to you."
Mo Qing was stunned for a moment: "Don't you understand human speech?"
Jiang Ke did not answer.
He turned and left.
Walking into this rainy night in midsummer, drizzle fell on him.
However, it was only then that Mo Qing suddenly discovered that half of his shoulders were already soaked, and the soaked black clothes looked even darker under the light, which could be distinguished at a glance.
Soon, due to the rain, his hair gradually became limp and wet.
But his back quickly disappeared around the corner.
His residual warmth still remained on the umbrella handle. Mo Qing held the umbrella and stood there for a long time before turning around and entering the hotel.
She returned the umbrella to the front desk.
As she walked up the stairs, she suddenly stretched out her hand and covered her chest.
My chest is feeling hot.
It's actually getting hot.
Bang, bang, bang.
The beating rhythm is also faster than usual.
In front of Jiang Ke, she had a strange reaction that she only had in front of Jiang Yan.
Mo Qing pursed her lower lip slightly, pushed her hair back a little irritably, then quickened her pace and hurried back to her room.
…
There is still no hot water in the room.
As usual, Mo Qing took a cold shower, and when her mood cooled down, she changed into a set of clean clothes.
When passing by the window, Mo Qing paused, glanced outside, then took a few steps toward the window and pushed it open.
She raised her eyes and looked towards the river.
The river bank was empty, there was nothing.
The bridge was pitch black, without any light.
Speaking of which,
Did Jiang Ke sleep with Yin Lin at night?
Thinking of the small wooden bed that was so narrow that it was difficult for one person to lie on it, Mo Qing frowned unconsciously.
But then he thought about it, Jiang Ke brought this upon himself, so Mo Qing felt an unknown anger in his heart, slammed the window shut, and went to bed.
…
next door.
"Bang!"
Goblin suddenly heard a loud noise in the middle of the night and jumped out of bed like a corpse.
As a result, because he was sleeping next to the bed, as soon as he sat down, half of his body was empty, and he rolled down with the quilt.
"What happened? What was the sound just now?"
Goblin was stunned and had not yet woken up.
Song Yiyuan's voice sounded from the same bed: "The voice in Mo Qing's room might be angry with someone."
"oh."
Goblin rubbed his eyes, then hugged the quilt and got up, planning to continue crawling onto Song Yiyuan's bed.
Song Yiyuan quickly waved his hands in disgust: "Go back to your bed!"
Goblin fell directly onto his bed: "No."
"If you don't leave, I will." Song Yiyuan said, sitting up and hugging his quilt.
Goblin said "ouch" and hugged Song Yiyuan's arm: "Brother Song!"
Song Yiyuan said expressionlessly: "Call me daddy."
"father!"
Goblin compromised without principle.
"..."
ah.
God.
Song Yiyuan fell back, lying like a corpse.
I don’t know what’s wrong with Goblin. He suffers from panic attacks whenever there is thunder and lightning. Fortunately, he and Goblin were in the same room, so he happened to be present when Goblin had the attack that night.
So, Xu Shi had been a teacher for a long time and Song Yiyuan was used to taking care of others, so he shared his single bed with Goblin.
You can imagine how it feels for two grown men to squeeze into a single bed.
Song Yiyuan never slept well and regretted it countless times, but when he saw Goblin's pitiful appearance, he softened his heart again.
Why.
He is just too soft-hearted.
"I heard about your orphan?" Song Yiyuan couldn't sleep, so he put his elbows behind his head and chatted with Goblin.
"Forget it."
Goblin responded vaguely.
Song Yiyuan was confused: "If it is, it is, and if it is not, it is not. Why do you still 'forget it'?"
"I was picked up as an orphan by my master when I was thirteen years old." Goblin added, "Oh, my master is the ninety-eighth minister - he is now retired."
Song Yiyuan felt that the logic of what he said was strange.
"You were picked up and became an orphan? Are your parents alive?" Song Yiyuan asked.
Goblin said: "No more."
"oh."
Song Yiyuan responded.
Soon, Song Yiyuan asked again: "You should be able to remember things when you are thirteen. Is there anyone else in the family?"
"some."
"Where is it?"
"Yancheng."
"Aren't you going to find them?"
"Um."
Goblin replied perfunctorily.
Song Yiyuan thought that it might be some distant relatives who didn't want to accept Goblin.
Almost ten years have passed, and Goblin has long since reached adulthood. He can make his own decision whether he wants to recognize his relatives or not.
"By the way," Song Yiyuan suddenly thought of something, "I seem to have some impression of you."
"ah?"
Goblin tilted his head in his direction, a little surprised, and his tone was a bit naughty.
"A few years ago, you, Wen Banling, and the former captain of the Second Action Team...what was his name?" Song Yiyuan couldn't remember clearly.
"Chi Shi."
"Yes, Chi Shi." Song Yiyuan nodded, and then asked, "Have you three been to the Imperial City?"
"……Um."
Goblin's voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Song Yiyuan asked: "What happened later, did Captain Chi really disappear?"
