Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 149 A Hundred Years Ago [06] Jiang Ke started, the screenwriter was tied up
When Mo Qing returned to the courtyard, he found that the crew was in a mess, the filming crew was gone, the staff were packing their things, and they were running around in a panic.

She glanced around suspiciously.

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Song Yiyuan's voice came from behind.

Mo Qing looked back.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Just now the male lead had an accident on the second floor audition. The railing he was leaning on moved his hands and feet. If it wasn't for Goblin's quick eyesight and hands to grab him, he would be half disabled if he didn't die." Song Yiyuan explained.

Mo Qing frowned: "The railing?"

"Correct."

Mo Qing said: "I checked on the second floor this morning, and the railings are fine."

After all, he came to complete the task, and Mo Qing didn't slack off. He seemed to be wandering around all morning, but he was actually checking the props and the house, in case someone tampered with it.

However, she didn't find the problem at that time.

Song Yiyuan's expression suddenly became serious: "In other words, it's just a move?"

Mo Qing said decisively: "Go and find out who has been here."

"Row."

Song Yiyuan nodded solemnly.

"No more filming today?" Mo Qing glanced at the crew who showed fear on their faces.

"No more shots."

Song Yiyuan nodded.

"The male lead has been in several accidents. The one just now scared him half of his life. He said nothing." Song Yiyuan said, "He seems to want to leave, but the crew is negotiating with him, can we find A stand-in to shoot."

Mo Qing asked back: "The double is not in danger?"

"..."

When Song Yiyuan was asked such a question, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

Although it has nothing to do with him...

But when Mo Qing's leader, Fan Er, came out, he really hated her a little.

Mo Qing asked again: "Where's Goblin?"

Song Yiyuan said: "I'm working hard, checking one by one."

"Ah."

Mo Qing nodded, didn't say anything else, and let Song Yiyuan go to work first.

She walked around the first floor and after making sure there were no suspicious faces, she strolled to the railing on the second floor.

The railings are made of wood and have been in disrepair for a long time. The inside has long been rotten, which is better than tofu residue, and it is not safe at all.

The part where the hands and feet have been touched is now empty, and the fracture is only a little loose, and it will collapse with a little force.

No knives or anything like that.

It seems that the person behind the scenes is very thoughtful.

"Who are you? I see you've been on the set all day."

Suddenly, a girl's dissatisfied voice came from behind.

Mo Qing looked back and saw a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, her brows and eyes were opened for the first time, her skin was fair, her eyes were bright and her teeth were white.

She cut her hair short, wore long clothes and trousers, and her eyebrows and eyes were arrogant.

It is the dress of a hundred years ago.

She is the leading actress, Chu Yangyang.

"Tourists." Mo Qing replied in a cool voice.

"I saw you wandering around on the second floor earlier, to be honest, did you move your hands and feet?" Chu Yang raised his jaw, full of hostility towards Mo Qing.

It stands to reason that there are so many people on the set, coming and going, it is impossible for Chu Yangyang to notice Mo Qing.

However, Mo Qing is too good-looking.

Three hours ago, she was listening to the director's talk, and in the middle of the talk, the director suddenly stopped.

She followed the director's gaze and found Mo Qing.

The director didn't say anything at the time, but when he was about to leave later, he heard the director ask someone who the girl was, and he said with emotion that her temperament and figure were too similar to the heroine in the script.

Chu Yangyang was so proud that he secretly wrote down this revenge.

"Call the police if you have evidence."

Mo Qing said coldly, then turned and left.

Chu Yangyang stared at her and stomped his feet: "What's your attitude!"

Mo Qing ignored her again.

"Ah Luo!" Chu Yangyang called out to his assistant, and said loudly on purpose, "Respond to the director of the drama Du, why do you put everyone on the crew, what if they are here to make trouble?!"

Mo Qing left her behind.

He didn't turn his head back.

Chu Yangyang was so angry that he had his hands on his hips.

*
After handing over the investigation task to Goblin and Song Yiyuan, Mo Qing went back to the hotel first.

When it was getting dark, Goblin and Song Yiyuan came back.

He also brought a box lunch for Mo Qing.

The three of them squatted on the steps outside the hotel door, picking up the lunch box and summing up the clues.

Goblin: "We conducted a comprehensive investigation. There are quite a lot of outsiders entering and leaving the film crew today. In addition to the three of us, there are food deliverers, plumbing repairers, and prop deliverers...even homeless people have mixed in."

Goblin spread his hands: "In general, they are defenseless."

Mo Qing asked: "What about the specific list?"

"Here I am." Song Yiyuan held a lunch box and chopsticks in one hand, and took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket.

Mo Qing freed up a hand, took the paper, and opened it.

Under the long list, there was a word that caught Mo Qing's attention.

"A tramp?" Mo Qing asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it is said to be a homeless man living under the bridge. He is usually crazy. He occasionally comes to the set to pick up some food and supplies secretly. The crew is kind and usually turns a blind eye." Ge Brin explained.

"Anymore?"

"No." Goblin raised his eyebrows, "Why, is there something wrong with him?"

Mo Qing is hard to say.

This homeless man, if I'm not mistaken, should be the one Jiang Ke met.

When I saw Jiang Ke, I called Mr. Jiang.

Now he often hangs around in the crew.

Is there any connection?

Mo Qing had no clue to link the two together.

However, her intuition made her a little concerned, so she paid attention to it secretly.

"I don't know." Mo Qing waited for a word, and then asked, "Have you checked?"

The handsome son, Song Yiyuan, squatted under the eaves very casually, and after swallowing a mouthful of rice, he said hesitantly: "According to our guess..."

"what?"

"All ruled out." Song Yiyuan said, "There are always people on the second floor. If you want to loosen the railing without anyone noticing, you probably really need a little superpower."

Goblin touched his chin, his eyes lit up, and he guessed dreamily: "In that case, at least it must be an A-level or higher task."

Song Yiyuan rolled his eyes at Goblin: "There are so many supernatural events."

Goblin looked at Mo Qing suggestively.

Song Yiyuan: "..."

Well, the existence of Mo Qing is a "supernatural event".

The Eighth Foundation does not believe in ghosts and gods, however, they are responsible for "supernatural events".

The so-called "supernatural events" are all unreasonable things, but they are definitely not metaphysics.

These incidents are more or less unbelievable, but if we go back to the source, we can find an explanation——

such as:

Mo Qing woke up strangely and lived for a hundred years, but she is not a ghost, but a transformed person;

The collective "mutation" phenomenon in Gejia Village is actually a special drug effect;

Recently, Mo Qing and Wen Banling stole the Miasma Removal Instrument, the scientific principle cannot be explained now;

……

Incidents of this type are generally the responsibility of the operational sector.

Of course, events that can be defined as "supernatural" are all A-level events.

"Then let's contact each other one by one." Mo Qing wrote down the names on the paper, threw it back to Song Yiyuan, and then asked, "Will the crew stop working?"

"Take a two-day break and continue." Goblin replied, "They have found a stuntman, who is said to be very handsome."

"Oh."

Mo Qing is not interested in this.

Goblin touched his face and asked the two of them, "With my appearance, can I work harder? A stand-in actor makes more money than a group performer."

As soon as Mo Qing was reminded by him, he immediately thought of one thing: "How much did you earn?"

When it comes to money, both Goblin and Song Yiyuan are vigilant.

However, Mo Qing lost his cold look in a second, smiled at them warmly, and then stretched out his palm.

"Breakfast money," she said.

"No, you have to pay it back?" Goblin felt that the two bills in his pocket were hot.

"I didn't want to." Mo Qing was very calm, "But Hoss only left us the fare for the return trip."

Goblin felt incredible: "Is that the fare?"

"Ah."

At noon, Mo Qing received a text message from Hoss to remind him.

——Don't waste money, it's the fare.

It was only then that Mo Qing realized that if he hadn't considered the issue of their going back, Hoss might not have given her a penny.

Song Yiyuan sighed, compromised, took out the wages settled today, and slapped Mo Qing on the hand.

He said, "Take it."

Goblin was not as straightforward as Song Yiyuan.

However, Song Yiyuan took the lead, no matter how reluctant he was, he had to hand over the money to Mo Qing: "Go back and build a good relationship with Papa Huo."

"Say more."

Mo Qing was perfunctory and took the money.

*
During a meal, Mo Qing discussed the action plan for the next two days with Song Yiyuan and Goblin.

The focus is on checking the list.

Mo Qing took the initiative to take over the tasks of "delivery man" and "homeless man", and left the rest to Song Yiyuan and Goblin.

Although Mo Qing had the fewest tasks, neither Song Yiyuan nor Goblin had any objections.

and nothing else.

Rather, although the two of them talk cheaply and occasionally find fault with Mo Qing, Mo Qing is in their hearts, after all, he is a "newcomer at the beginning of the new century", and they can't take too much care of him.

Night, gradually darkened.

It rained again.

Mo Qing borrowed an umbrella from the front desk of the hotel and went out.

Qingqiao Town in the rain is quiet and beautiful. The rain and fog add a layer of ethereal feeling to the town. Occasionally, a street lamp lights up on the street, illuminating the potholed roadside and mottled walls.

It does have a unique beauty.

The rain was beating on the umbrella, and the sound was dense and mixed. Mo Qing held the handle of the umbrella and walked slowly in the empty street, occasionally brushing past a few pedestrians.

She doesn't know where to go.

But, I just want to go out for a walk.

She has been to this small town and left some memories. Although things are different, she cannot completely ignore them.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Mo Qing answered: "Who?"

Her voice is cool, but not cold, like the rain in this midsummer.

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

Then, I remembered a low and familiar voice: "Outside?"

"Ah."

Mo Qing responded very lightly.

She also heard the background sound from the phone, the sound of the rain was very light, and the clear sound was the sound of the river's turbulence, and... the movement of the water hitting the plastic basin.

Jiang Ke asked: "What are you doing?"

Mo Qing raised her eyelashes slightly, looked at the road ahead, and said, "Take a walk."

Jiang Ke said: "It's just right, come here."

Mo Qing paused: "Where?"

"Qiaodong, you know."

"..."

Mo Qing really knew.

She turned sideways suddenly, looking in the direction of the river across the building.

Then, without thinking, he turned around.

*
On the way, it rained harder and harder.

A thin folding umbrella can't stop the heavy rain at all.

Mo Qing's pace was unhurried, but he was also soaked by the rain.

Didn't see a single person along the way.

When he reached the bank of the river, Mo Qing saw the turbulent river water, and through the dim light, he could clearly see the turbidity of the river water.

It will still be clear water in the morning.

After walking along the embankment for a few minutes, Mo Qing came to the "dangerous bridge".

The bridge, which was already crumbling, was flooded by one-third due to the rising water line. It is estimated that after two days of rain, this broken bridge may be washed away at any time.

Mo Qing only looked at it twice, then walked down a small path to the bottom of the bridge.

It's dark in here.

There was mud underfoot.

If it weren't for Mo Qing's better eyesight than ordinary people at night, he might slip into the river at any time if he moves in this kind of place.

Under the bridge hole, there is a "dangerous house" built with a pile of wooden boards, about five or six square meters, covered with a layer of plastic film, and the rain is beating, and the movement is very loud.

Outside the "dangerous house", there are all kinds of cardboard boxes and plastics, just like a garbage dump.

——It's hard for Mo Qing to imagine, with Jiang Ke's image, how he stayed here.

"This way."

Suddenly, a beam of light hit over, accompanied by Jiang Ke's steady voice.

The beam avoided her and fell to her feet, illuminating the puddles of water ahead of her.

Mo Qing looked down and saw that a pair of sneakers were already covered with mud, and the bottom of the jeans were also stained.

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Qing didn't break the can, but avoided the puddle, and walked for a while under the guidance of the light beam.

Then, come to the man with the flashlight.

"What do you have to say here?"

Mo Qing's voice was a little impatient.

The bridge above the head was leaking, but Mo Qing didn't bother to hold the umbrella any more, so he took the umbrella neatly in one hand, shook it, and the water droplets splashed all over Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke hiding in the dark: "..." Forget it, let her do it.

"there."

The flashlight turned in a different direction, and the beam fell two meters away.

Mo Qing looked along.

Afterwards, he was taken aback.

It's the screenwriter Cao Xinsheng who was tied up.

Cao Xinsheng's hands and feet were bound at the moment, his mouth was stuffed with an unknown black cloth, his eyes were wide open, and he was looking at this side in horror.

However, he couldn't make a sound.

"He really took the bait?" Mo Qing was a little surprised, and then said sarcastically, "You're physically disabled."

Although he gave Jiang Ke his business card.

I also roughly guessed that Jiang Ke would follow the plan she had previously thought.

but--

She didn't expect that Cao Xinsheng, who fell down and needed to recuperate, would actually be "asked out".

"Send a text message and it will come out." Jiang Ke said succinctly.

The tone is cold.

Mo Qing inevitably took a look at him.

Jiang Ke sometimes "pretends".

However, she could feel the fake "coldness".

However, this time...

it is true.

The man standing in the darkness had an indifferent and cold demeanor, and his whole body exuded a dangerous and decisive aura.

This feeling...

Some people may believe that he didn't want Cao Xinsheng to leave alive.

(End of this chapter)