Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 151 A Hundred Years Ago [08] Jiang Ke, Stop Picking Up Trash
The moment Mo Qing bent down into the plastic sheet, a kerosene lamp lit up in the cramped space.

Mo Qing squinted his eyes to see what was going on inside.

There is a layer of gravel under the feet, which is very thick. It has been soaked by now, but there is no water accumulation.

Inside was a bed—a plank, to be exact, resting on two large rocks.

Just enough to lay a person horizontally.

There are miscellaneous things piled up in the corner, such as pots and bowls, which are very messy, and pots and bowls are also placed to catch the leaking water.

A small square table was set up near the exit, and a middle-aged man with long dirty hair and ragged clothes sat beside him. He lit the kerosene lamp with a match, and the match had just gone out.

In fact, compared with the state Mo Qing had imagined, it was actually better.

The middle-aged man glanced at Mo Qing in the dim light, first he was bewildered, frightened, and then joyful.

He immediately called out, "Miss Mo."

The look of sincerity and fear.

Mo Qing looked back: "You even know me?"

"I heard that after seeing the portrait, it won't be destroyed." Jiang Ke said, with a rather sour tone.

Mo Qing is the deity.

And he is a stand-in.

Of course not happy.

"Oh."

Mo Qing understood.

After scanning the general situation in the wooden house again, Mo Qing didn't dislike it, and went inside very simply.

The middle-aged man looked crazy, but moved quickly. He found a small bench for Mo Qing, and then rummaged through the debris pile. After a while, he found a pop-up box.

He opened it and handed it to Mo Qing: "Eat."

Mo Qing looked down.

There are biscuits and candies inside, which look familiar. Thinking about it carefully, they seem to have seen it on the set.

Jiang Ke then came in and said to the middle-aged man, "Go and rest first."

The middle-aged man didn't move, he just looked at Mo Qing and said stubbornly, "Eat."

The orange kerosene lamp illuminated his face, his skin was dark and rough, and he was older than his actual age. His back was bent, and the hands holding the box were dirty and black, but when he looked at Mo Qing, his eyes were bright.

After hesitating for a while, Mo Qing took a biscuit.

He seemed to be happy, he smiled, then put the box on the small table, and pushed it in the direction of Mo Qing.

He turned back, sat on the bed, curled up in a corner.

"He really?" Mo Qing looked at Jiang Ke and pointed to his head.

"Aren't you a medical sage?" Jiang Ke asked back.

Mo Qing was confident: "I don't know how to look at my head."

"..."

Jiang Ke suddenly remembered how he looked like when Mo Qing questioned his brain during the auction, and suddenly smiled.

Mo Qing looked at him, puzzled.

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 cabins are too narrow.

Mo Qing couldn't move around, so he turned around and sat beside Jiang Ke.

The small benches were next to each other, and when they sat down, they were almost touching each other.

Shoulder to shoulder, too intimate, both of them had a meal, and then opened a little distance appropriately.

Mo Qing asked: "Can you communicate?"

Jiang engraved: "You can communicate easily."

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 side of the bed bit by bit, put his legs down, looking cramped and nervous.

His back was still arched.

Mo Qing said again: "Hand."

Yin Lin stretched out his hand hesitantly.

Mo Qing stretched out her finger and placed it on his wrist.

As soon as the fingers fell, Yin Lin seemed to be frightened. He howled like a gust of wind, and ran to the corner again, hugging himself and curling up into a ball.

Like a panicked mouse.

Mo Qing froze, and cast a puzzled look at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke explained: "He can't touch it, once touched it will be like this."

Mo Qing clicked his tongue and stood up: "I still have to touch it."

Mo Qing approached Yin Lin, Yin Lin suddenly called out, his voice was hoarse and frightened, but Mo Qing showed no sympathy at all, without blinking his eyelids, he quickly slapped Yin Lin's neck.

The terrified Yin Lin suddenly fell silent.

He hugged his knees and fell heavily on the plank bed.

Mo Qing picked up his hand, felt his pulse, frowned, and put his hand back after a while.

"See what's wrong?" Jiang Ke asked.

"The body is stronger than a cow." Mo Qing said with a frown.

She took a closer look at Yin Lin, only to find it strange.

Ordinary vagrants, who are hungry and full, are skinny and not strong.

Moreover, living in this poor place for many years, there will always be some problems with the body, and the physical fitness must be worse than ordinary people.

Can--

Yin Lin's body was exceptionally strong.

"It's more than that." Jiang Ke calmed down and added, "It's no exaggeration to say that he has supernatural power. He is fast and strong. There are only four or five people who can't subdue him."

Mo Qing looked back, wondering: "Have you seen it?"

Jiang Ke said: "On the day I came here, I saw a few people picking on him, and they all fell to the ground."

"Isn't he a scholar?"

"I also inquired a little bit. Since childhood, he has been weak and sick, and his body is weak. He is not a god and supernatural power. During his wanderings, no one saw him keep fit."

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other, and they both saw something strange in it.

Well, how could a scholar who is not physically strong suddenly become strong after becoming a tramp?
Crazy will also enhance physical fitness?

Obviously unscientific.

Gradually, Mo Qing noticed that the corners of Jiang Ke's lips curled up. She felt inexplicably in the dark, and kicked his little stool: "What did you find?"

The little stool was not kicked over.

Jiang Ke didn't move like a mountain, picked up a candy from the box, peeled it off, and handed it to Mo Qing: "Why are you so angry?"

Does he still have the mood to peel candy? !
Mo Qing was extremely annoyed: "Don't eat."

The old god Jiang Ke is here: "Eat it, let me tell you."

After he said that, Mo Qing didn't have any reason to worry about it. He took the candy and threw it into his mouth, and then he was so sweet that he frowned.

Seeing her frowning movement, Jiang Ke chuckled, raised the flashlight in his hand, and pushed the switch forward, and the bright beam shot out again, falling on the wooden wall.

He said, "Look."

Mo tilted his eyes: "Messy graffiti."

Jiang Ke said again: "He painted it."

Mo Qing rolled his eyelids: "The messy graffiti drawn by a strong and healthy lunatic."

Jiang Ke emphasized: "Look carefully."

"If you squeeze toothpaste with me like this, I will let you lie with him overnight." Feeling being teased, Mo Qing threatened unreasonably, "It's like stripping your clothes."

"Your taste is quite unique." Jiang Ke said jokingly, and then said, "Are you willing?"

"..."

Mo Qing pursed his lower lip.

She raised her hand, snatched the flashlight from Jiang Ke's hand, pointed it at the wooden wall, and began to look carefully at the graffiti.

As far as Yin Lin is concerned, he may have a good literary talent, but his painting level is really inferior to that of a child. The paintings are all strange stick figures, which are illogical.

However, Mo Qing looked at it for a while, and suddenly saw some clues.

Mo Qing suddenly turned around and asked Jiang Ke: "Is he painting his own experience?"

"Ah."

Jiang Ke nodded without pausing.

The graffiti on the wooden walls were all drawn with ballpoint pens, very thin and scribbled, and after a long time passed, it became increasingly difficult to see clearly, but Mo Qing could still see some "story".

Mo Qing pointed to a piece of old graffiti and tapped on it: "This is his experience of being scammed by his cousin?"

"Ah."

"What about here?" Mo Qing pointed to another place.

The graffiti over there is just too hard to make out.

"Researching." Jiang Ke said, "I can see something, probably because he became crazy after meeting a group of people."

As soon as Mo Qing heard this, he was no longer bored. He stepped on the wooden bed and was about to study it.

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 dim and there is water leaking, so it's hard for you to see anything."

He promised: "I will study in these two days, and I will talk to you when the research is clear."

Mo Qing didn't speak, his eyes drooped and fell on the hand he was holding her.

Seeing her movements, Jiang Ke also noticed, his fingers stiffened.

However, Mo Qing didn't say anything, and broke free his hand, and then got off the wooden bed.

She told Jiang Ke: "Wipe it."

The wooden bed was trampled on by Yin Lin, so it was already dirty.

But Mo Qing didn't want to be so rude.

Jiang Ke glanced at Mo Qing, didn't complain, took out a tissue, bent down and wiped the wooden bed.

He used the tone of chatting with Mo Qing: "Did the crew have another accident today?"

"Ah."

"The one who can leave no trace under the eyes of everyone must either have a smart enough brain or a good enough skill." Jiang Ke said.

Mo Qing agreed: "Yes. It must be different from ordinary people."

"What's the purpose?" Jiang Ke asked.

He came here for "things that happened a hundred years ago". He didn't know much about the crew and didn't have enough time to understand.

"It's not like it's targeting someone, but it's like targeting the crew." Mo Qing supported his chin with one hand and bit the hard candy in his mouth. "It's more likely that he doesn't want the crew to continue filming."

Jiang Ke paused, glanced at Yin Lin who was motionless, and then asked Mo Qing: "What do you think?"

Mo Qing understood, and said, "I happened to think of him just now."

Sitting on a small bench, she 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 what you said, his skills are also suitable."

After such an analysis, almost [-]% of them are Yin Lin.

Jiang Ke said "Yes": "It is true that he cannot be ruled out."

Mo Qing swayed for a while, then sat upright suddenly, and looked at him: "Where do you live?"

Jiang Ke finished wiping the wooden bed and stood up: "I'll live here."

"Ok?"

Mo Qing was surprised.

Jiang Ke said: "A tramp should look like a tramp."

"Actually," Mo Qing took out some 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: "..."

"Boom--"

There was lightning and thunder outside.

The dilapidated log cabin stands erect in the precarious wind and rain.

The wind and rain were blowing against the plastic sheeting, and the rain slammed into it, making the sound extremely intense, while the wind leaked in through the gaps, bumping wildly in the narrow and cramped space.

A few bills lay quietly on the wooden table.

At this moment, Jiang Ke really had the illusion of being in the plight of a tramp and accepting alms from a kind girl who is not rich.

"it is good."

Jiang Ke picked up the tickets.

He took a deep look at Mo Qing and said, "I won't pick it up again."

Mo Qing heaved a sigh of relief.

He wasn't really worried about Jiang Ke's financial problems.

Rather, I was afraid that Jiang Ke, a neurotic role-playing addict, would really put himself in it.And when she saw Jiang Ke picking up trash this morning, although she thought it was funny, she also felt sad.

Even though I know it's fake.

However, things are impermanent, what if?
What if, leaving aside the identity of Jiang Yan's stand-in, Jiang Ke really has nothing?

After a while, Mo Qing suddenly said: "When the rain subsides, send me off."

Jiang Ke didn't hesitate: "Okay."

*
After about a quarter of an hour, it began to rain lightly outside, and the wind and rain were no longer as loud as before.

There are no umbrellas in the cabin.

Jiang Ke and Mo Qing share a hand.

Jiang Ke held an umbrella and walked side by side with Mo Qing on the embankment of the river bank. The umbrella tilted to cover Mo Qing's body and keep out the wind and rain.

The night was as black as ink, extremely dense.

Occasionally a street lamp lights up on the shore, lonely, but if there is a little starlight, darkness will engulf the town.

"You've already found it here, and there's no need for me to hide it anymore." Mo Qing's tone was cool and faint in the light rain, "Do you want to hear my story?"

Jiang Ke paused for a moment, a little surprised.

Mo Qing took a step, and was taken aback by Xiao Yu. She paused, took half a step back, tilted her head, and looked at Jiang Ke who was standing there.

"Listen or not?"

Mo Qing patted his chest with the back of his hand, raised his eyebrows and eyes in a playful and relaxed way.

She dragged her tone: "Don't wait until it's overdue."

Suddenly she became alive again.

"listen."

Jiang Ke couldn't ask for more.

Mo Qing walked forward, and asked abruptly, "Do you remember the Qihuang lineage?"

Jiang Ke walked beside her: "Remember."

When listening to Mo Yiting's narration, he mentioned the "Qihuang lineage", which is probably a Yi nationality who is good at medical skills, but that lineage was slaughtered a hundred years ago, so it has not been passed down to the present world.

"A hundred years ago, a strange man came out of the Qihuang lineage. He was proficient in medical skills and devoted himself to serving the people. In troubled times, he gained a foothold in the world with his medical skills, coupled with hard work, and won multiple doctorates in biology, chemistry, and medicine. .”

When Mo Qing said this, he paused for a moment before saying, "His name is Liu Ye."

Jiang Ke frowned.

He had never heard of this Liu Ye.

He didn't speak, waiting for her to continue.

"One day, he went through a war and saw that the people were in dire straits, and he became angry." Mo Qing's tone was unhurried, "He is really a genius, and he found another way. Others are doing their best to serve the country, and they are on the right path He didn't, he felt that in order to solve the problem from the root, it was necessary to deter the enemy, so he planned to toss out an army of immortality."

"..."

Jiang Ke opened his mouth, wanting to complain, but swallowed the words again.

"As an activist, he did what he said, relying on his savings in the early years, buying and selling children everywhere for experiments."

Mo Qing shrugged his shoulders: "As for me, it's more miserable, and I happen to be the first batch of people who bought it."

(End of this chapter)