Chapter 039 Longevity Association [16] Smoking on the balcony, two people cooperate
Jiang Ke calmly accepted this ubiquitous coincidence.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Ke raised his eyelids and said, "Come here."
Mo Qing took a few steps closer to him, leaned on the railing, and asked casually: "For what?"
I gave him cigarettes last time.
Jiang Ke said: "Clue."
"Not interested." Mo Qing looked bored.
After staring at her quietly for a while, Jiang Ke spit out one word: "Smoke."
There are also adjacent balconies, two or three meters apart, which most people would not dare to cross.
The moment Jiang Ke's words fell to the ground, Mo Qing jumped onto the balcony railing, jumped forward, and landed on Jiang Ke's balcony easily like a butterfly's wings stretched out.
The next second, she jumped down, took half a step forward, and got close to Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke glanced down, from her eyebrows to her long neck, then over her shoulders, down her long arms to her slender fingers.
She hooked his trouser pocket open with her index finger, slowly slid her hand inside, and pinched a pack of cigarettes. Then, she took her hand back, taking the cigarette case with the remaining warmth.
Jiang Ke remained motionless, watching her every move.
"What's your identity this time?"
Opening the cigarette case, Mo Qing picked out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and bit the cigarette filter with his mouth.
"A rich man who is greedy for life and afraid of death." When Jiang Ke answered, he took out a lighter.
He did not hand it to Mo Qing, but took the initiative to hand it to Mo Qing. He opened the windproof cover with his thumb, and a string of flames came out, and he licked the cigarette and lit it. There was no wind, and a wisp of smoke shot straight up.
Mo Qing looked at his young face and smiled: "You are really thinking far ahead."
Jiang Ke said: "Cherish life and character."
"Jiang Qihui is here too," Mo Qing reminded.
"I know." Jiang Ke said lightly, obviously not taking Jiang Qihui seriously.
He didn't want to stay here for too long, anyway, it wasn't far from Jiang Qihui's station.
Halfway through the cigarette, the wind suddenly started blowing. Mo Qing leaned on the railing, admiring the unchanging mountains and water, the bright sunshine, the blue sky and white clouds, as if time was just a dream.
For her, it was indeed like a dream.
"How did you get your tattoo?" Shi was holding a cigarette and his eyes fell on Mo Qing's ankle.
Today she wore a pair of trousers, which outlined her straight and well-proportioned legs. The trousers covered the tattoos on her ankles. She wore a pair of white sneakers under her feet, which were very clean.
Mo Qing lazily replied: "It's tattooed."
Jiang Ke: "..."
Listening to your words is like listening to your words.
"Someone designed this pattern based on a set of scalpels." Mo Qing came back to his senses, leaned against the railing, lit a cigarette with his finger, and the ashes fell.
Jiang Ke asked: "Who is it?"
Mo Qing said calmly: "He died long ago."
She knew that Jiang Ke's eyes were filled with scrutiny, as if he didn't believe her words. However, she didn't care. A hundred years later, that person would not be alive.
only……
With his achievements, even if they don't appear in history textbooks, there should be some historical records.
But why didn't he leave anything behind?
After each smoked a cigarette, Mo Qing did not go back, but entered the room with Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke picked up a piece of paper from the coffee table, handed it to Mo Qinghou, and said: "There will be a highly respected old man in Changsheng, known as Mr. Wei. He worked as a Chinese medicine doctor when he was young. He is nearly ninety years old and has a good body. He is considered immortal.
He is the soul of the association. He presided over the initiation ceremony in the evening."
"What is this?" Mo Qing shook the paper in his hand.
The above is a floor plan of the house, which seems to be the layout of an ancestral hall.
"There is an ancestral hall in Pingjing Ferry, and Mr. Wei is in charge of the ancestral hall. All the confidential information of the Changsheng Society is hidden in the ancestral hall." Jiang Ke spoke slowly.
He clicked and stopped.
Mo Qing understood, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked, "So?"
"You're pretty good at it."
"I'm going to steal the evidence," Mo Qing folded the paper and said slowly, "Where are you who are greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Jiang Ke didn't feel ashamed at all and said matter-of-factly: "Help you plan and work as a sentry part-time."
With his eyes moving, Mo Qing put his finger on his chin, looked at Jiang Ke for a moment, and raised his eyebrows: "Deal."
*
"...do you understand?"
Jiang Ke, who was talking about the plan to the end, noticed that Mo Qing's thoughts were wandering somewhere, and his tone became slightly more serious.
Mo Qing came back to his senses and said perfunctorily: "Yeah."
She glanced sideways at Jiang Ke, her mind not on the plan at all.
Jiang Ke looks exactly like him and has the same taste as her. Now, Jiang Ke's recording habits and thinking patterns when making plans are very similar to him.
What exactly is the reason?
Jiang Ke didn't know how long she had listened. He looked at her, but didn't repeat it again. Instead, he thrust the drawing into her hand and said, "Get ready."
…
The hotel was run by the Immortal Society, and there were informants from the Immortal Society inside, so after the negotiation was completed, Mo Qing went back to her room first. Then, she and Jiang Ke left one after the other.
Ten minutes later, they met in an alley and headed to the ancestral hall.
As the sun set, rare flaming clouds appeared in the sky. The mountains and clouds in the west were burned red, bright red, hot and majestic.
The village was illuminated blood red by the sunlight.
Jiang Ke was leaning against a wall outside the ancestral hall. At a certain moment, he raised his eyes and saw this magnificent scenery.
The ancestral hall is located in the middle of the mountain. It is remote and rarely populated, but the view is vast. He saw the villages and fields connected by the bluestone road, shrouded in bright red light.
At a certain moment, he felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, and the suppressed memories were about to come out.
"clatter."
A stone bullet hit the wall, less than three feet above his head, made a slight sound, bounced off, and fell.
He raised his eyes and looked around.
"Hello." The voice came from diagonally behind.
Mo Qing stood under a tree, and the tree's shadow fell on her. She was carrying a bulging bag on her shoulders and was throwing a stone up and down in her hand.
She raised her eyebrows at him, meaning: go.
The sky was bright and eye-catching, but Jiang Ke walked against the light and walked towards Mo Qing.
Jiang Ke glanced at the backpack: "Are they all here?"
"The sacred object is missing."
Mo Qing went for the holy object, but after rummaging through it, she couldn't find it. She originally wanted to find it and destroy the body, but she thought that Elder Zhang didn't recognize her, probably because the painting didn't look like it, so she forgot about it.
.
Jiang Ke didn't take a single painting to heart.
In order to avoid the crowds, the two went down the mountain along the trail and passed by a maple forest. The gorgeous sunset fell on the fiery red maple leaves, setting off each other, and the scenery was unique.
Mo Qing found a tree halfway, threw down his backpack, and covered it with vegetation. Then he sent a WeChat location to Huos, who had followed Hiraidu, and took a photo, asking Huos to pick it up.
After that, the two walked along the trail to the end and came to a market.
Mo Qing happened to be hungry and asked Jiang Ke: "Do you have money?"
Jiang Ke looked at her: "You didn't bring it?"
Mo Qing touched his pocket and took out a black card.
Jiang Ke: "..."
*
At half past six, after Mo Qing had eaten and drank enough, he separated from Jiang Ke at the market and returned to the hotel first.
As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw Jiang Qihui waiting for her.
"Where have you been?" Jiang Qihui frowned as soon as he saw Mo Qing and said irritably, "I've bought you all the food you want. Leave it at the front desk and go get it yourself."
Mo Qing glanced at him and said quietly: "Throw it away."
She walked up to the hotel.
Jiang Qihui was angered again and again, and finally broke out at this moment, angrily saying: "Are you deliberately looking for trouble?"
"Yes." Mo Qing replied without hesitation.
Even if the food handed over by someone who has a grudge against her is not poisonous, there is no guarantee that it will not contain other condiments.
She didn't even think about eating it in the first place.
Mo Qing's understatement and confident attitude made Jiang Qihui furious. He threatened with red eyes: "Mo Qing, don't go too far. Be careful not to die by then--"
He didn't finish.
A person walking from behind Mo Qing attracted Jiang Qihui's attention and left him completely stunned.
