Chapter 299 Number 012 [07] There are many doubts, Chen Zhuang was murdered
"I heard that the medicine man claims to be from the New World?"
Hearing Huo Si's question, Mo Qing's expression slightly condensed.
Mo Qing said calmly: "Yeah."
She asked casually: "Do you know about this organization?"
"We have been in contact before, but they are so elusive that the clues have been lost." Huswei paused, "This matter should not be made public. Don't tell Song Yiyuan."
"OK."
Anyway, Song Yiyuan is currently out of contact.
Mo Qing didn't intend to let Song Yiyuan participate.
Mo Qing took the initiative and said: "Chen Zhuang... is a medicine man. He claims to have worked for the New World for thirty-five years, but his appearance does not match his age. I suggest you check his bone age and investigate his life experience."
"He really said that?"
"Um."
"Okay, I will get someone to investigate." Huos said, "In the next two days, I will let Wen Banling interrogate him again in person. Then you can go over and help."
"Can."
Mo Qing agreed without hesitation.
She happened to have a bunch of questions to ask.
Hoss didn't say much, and after a few more explanations, he hung up the phone.
Mo Qing held the phone with two fingers, shook it, turned around, and met Jiang Ke's appraising gaze.
She chuckled: "Are you hungry?"
Jiang Ke understood: "What do you want to eat?"
"At this point, you can just find a stall on the roadside." Mo Tingting didn't choose.
…
Half an hour later.
At the entrance of the night snack shop, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke chose a table and ordered a mutton hot pot and some barbecue.
Jiang Ke unscrewed a bottle of yogurt and placed it in front of Mo Qing.
Mo Qing took a sip of yogurt: "What do you think?"
"Chen Zhuang is a breakthrough." Jiang Ke pondered for a moment, "Let's leave aside Shen Niang and the Wen family for now. What we know now is that you are being targeted by the New World. If you can find out from Chen Zhuang the whereabouts of his teammates, you will be
Maybe the secret behind the target will become clear."
Mo Qing didn't hold out much hope: "A person who can be thrown out to refine a puppet must know some good things."
"It's an unexpected clue at least." Jiang Ke said, "Besides, it would be interesting if he is really in his fifties."
Mo Qing paused while drinking the yogurt.
She put the yogurt down, licked the yogurt on the corner of her lips, and said, "It's quite interesting."
If what Chen Zhuang said is true, then either he is gifted and physically strong, or... there are many older but younger people in this world.
Immortality?
Tsk.
A mere "Eternal Life Society" has attracted a large number of believers. If there is really a method that defies heaven, then I don't know how many people will flock to it.
Mo Qing rested his head with one hand, tapped his cheek with his index finger, and his eyes suddenly fell on Jiang Ke.
The tables and chairs are open-air, with no lights above the head. They are illuminated by the lights at the store entrance and street lights, and the light varies in depth. Jiang Ke, who is among them, is shrouded in haze.
It seems a little unreal.
Noticing Mo Qing's gaze, Jiang Ke suddenly raised his eyes, and a bright light fell into his eyes.
His eyes were dark yet bright.
There are some heavy things missing.
He was suspicious: "What?"
"Nothing." Mo Qing looked away lightly, "Let's review the dishes before they are served."
Jiang Ke took the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth, saying, "I've never seen you so obsessed with work."
Mo Qing glanced over and gave a warning look: "Be careful what you say, I am your minister."
Jiang Ke: "Eat first."
Mo Qing: "Review."
Jiang Ke: "Eat first."
Mo Qing frowned.
A faint smile appeared on Jiang Ke's lips: "Aren't you hungry?"
Mo Qing was startled and simply didn't argue with him anymore.
*
After eating with Jiang Ke until midnight, Mo Qing was already very sleepy. When they got in the car, they reviewed the game with Jiang Ke. Without much conversation, Mo Qing fell asleep.
the next day.
It was just dawn when Mo Qing was woken up by Wen Banling's phone call.
Mo Qing didn't have enough sleep and was so angry that he asked in a bad tone: "What are you doing?"
"Chen Zhuang is dead."
Wen Banling rarely said anything, his tone was heavy and serious.
Mo Qing was startled and immediately lost all sleep.
She turned over and sat up.
The curtains are well-blocked and the room is pitch dark with no light at all.
After a moment, Mo Qing asked calmly: "How did you die?"
"An hour ago, he got up and made a fuss about asking for food. He collapsed halfway through the meal. There was nothing left on the spot."
Mo Qing frowned: "Is the food poisonous?"
"right."
Wen Banling's tone became more serious.
Through the phone, Mo Qing could hear Wen Banling gritting his teeth.
Wen Banling said: "The people in the branch are relatively mixed. The canteen employees are all hired from outside. A few days ago, a new one was recruited. Chen Zhuang is responsible for the food. We just went to check on him, but he had already run away, and all his identity information was
It’s fake.”
"This branch is leaking like a sieve." Mo Qing sneered.
"Who would have thought that they would dare to do something at the base."
"I mean the regular employees of the base." Mo Qing said angrily, "The case of Niang Shen has been kept secret so tightly that even the police have silenced it. Who knew that Chen Zhuang was at the base? The branch base is not listed, even
How can they easily find the address if it can’t be found on the map?”
After hearing about Banling, he realized: "Is there a traitor among us?"
After Mo Qing finished mentioning the points, he said coldly: "Check it out."
There was severity in his tone.
Wen Banling on the other side of the phone shook unconsciously.
Mo Qing picked up the phone.
She threw away her cell phone, pulled on her slippers, and walked out of the bedroom.
As soon as he went out, Mo Qing realized that it was not bright yet and the morning light was dim outside.
It was too late yesterday, so Jiang Ke took Mo Qing directly back to his home.
Mo Qing ran straight to Jiang Ke's bedroom.
She bent her fingers and was about to knock on the door when she heard the door lock click, and immediately the door was opened.
What caught my eye was a man wearing a shirt, trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses, who groomed himself meticulously.
Mo Qing was shocked for a second: "You have made yourself look like such a polite scum, what do you want to do?"
