Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 41 When the incident [01] Clues emerge, investigate the past
"Mo Qing, isn't that you?"

When he saw the portrait clearly, Song Yiyuan's scalp went numb, and he cast a shocked look at Mo Qing.

The policemen who came to help did not know about Mo Qing's background. Several of them saw the portrait, compared Mo Qing's face, and immediately walked towards Mo Qing.

One of them took out the shackles directly.

"and many more!"

Huos stood in front of Mo Qing, talked to the policemen, and winked again.

The policemen looked at each other, then nodded, tacitly ignoring it.

"You..." Huo Si turned around and wanted to ask Mo Qing what happened, but after noticing Jiang Ke, he changed his words, "You go back with Mr. Jiang first."

He walked up to Jiang Ke and handed over a car key.

The vision was blocked by the figure, and Jiang Ke escaped from a certain sense of familiarity.His eyes flickered slightly, and he took the car key.

"Mr. Jiang, please take Mo Qing home first." Huos said, "She still has class tomorrow."

You also know that Mo Qing is a student?
Jiang Ke said "Yes", and said to Mo Qing, "Let's go."

*
The off-road vehicle is not stable when driving on the mountain road.

Jiang Ke drove the car very fast.

Mo Qing was waiting for Jiang Ke to ask questions, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see Jiang Ke's intention to pursue it, which was a bit strange.

The lights inside the car were on, Mo Qing turned his head, and saw Jiang Ke locking the front, his brows were tightly furrowed, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Mo Qing asked.

Jiang Ke didn't seem to hear it.

Mo Qing shouted: "Jiang Ke."

At this time, there was a corner ahead, and the speed of the car was too fast. Jiang Ke slammed on the emergency brake. After a while of coasting, the car stopped when it hit the railing.

The impact is not light.

Mo Qing slammed her head on the back of the chair, she frowned lightly, turned her head to look, and saw Jiang Ke resting his hand on his forehead, bead-sized beads of sweat slid down his chin and rolled to his collar.

Mo Qing took out two silver needles.

Jiang Ke seemed to have noticed something, and turned around: "You try it."

"unnecessary?"

"unnecessary."

"Then you are in pain." Mo Qing raised his eyebrows, not arguing with him, "I'll get out of the car to take a breath."

She opens the car door.

Jiang Ke glanced and saw her getting off the car.

……

Mo Qing blew the night breeze for a while.

The wind on the mountain was cool, and Mo Qing looked at the mountains and rivers under the night sky, but his thoughts were restless.

About a quarter of an hour later, the window of the driver's seat fell down, Jiang Ke lit a cigarette, and white smoke floated out, which looked light in the moonlight.

Mo Qing walked over, leaning his elbow against the window sill, looking down at Jiang Ke, with an ambiguous tone: "Why do you get a headache when you see my portrait?"

Jiang Ke squinted at her.When she smiles, she looks like a fairy.

"Your portrait?" After a long while, Jiang Ke pondered the taste.

He stretched his hand out of the window, lit a cigarette with his index finger, and the ash fell with the wind.

"if not?"

"According to what you mean, you are the master of Taoism a hundred years ago?" Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes.

"I can't tell." Mo Qing curved his lips, speaking very vaguely.

What a liar.

Even if according to the clues of this matter, it will eventually be pushed to the result of "Mo Qing got an expert", but Jiang Ke doesn't believe in these rumors.

Jiang Ke pinched his cigarette, raised the car window, and threw two words: "Get in the car."

Mo Qing sat in the co-pilot, slammed the door, and asked, "Is your headache occasional, or is it the first time?"

"Occasionally."

Jiang Ke reversed the car and returned to the road.This time, the speed of the car slowed down a lot.

Mo Qing rested her fingers on her chin, looking thoughtful.

*
Huos and Song Yiyuan were busy until five o'clock in the morning before they figured out the ins and outs of the Longevity Society.

They walked out of the police station.

"According to the Longevity Association, Mo Qing is Hirai Toru's master." Song Yiyuan clicked his tongue, "She has superb medical skills, helping the world and saving the people? Why do I not believe it?"

Hoss leaned on him: "You can believe it."

"What?"

Huo Si couldn't tell him about Mo Qing's rescue of Shen Qi, he just said: "You can know how to heal at a glance."

Song Yiyuan: "..." Brother, can you see this? !
"You wash your face and go to school," Hoss said.

"Wait." Song Yiyuan yawned, so sleepy that he was about to shed tears, he took a moment to say, "Mo Qing has nothing to do with the Longevity Society, but why can't you find any news about her? "

"No." Hoss said in a deep voice, "We suspect that her records have been deliberately erased, leaving only some legends passed down by word of mouth."

"Did she say anything?"

"She said, she can't finish talking, and she has no obligation to tell us."

"I have chatted with her a few times, and I feel that she is not very resistant." Song Yiyuan suddenly slapped his forehead when he said this, "I remembered!"

Seeing him startled, Hoss frowned: "What?"

"Yao Dexuan!"

"Who?" Hoss didn't respond for a while.

Song Yiyuan clapped his hands: "The first principal of our No. [-] High School!"

"What's the matter with him?"

"He's miserable... Uh, no, it's his statue that's miserable. I feel like he's going to crack in less than a month." Song Yiyuan looked distressed.

Hoss was baffled.

Song Yiyuan talked nonsense, Huos didn't understand, so he asked Song Yiyuan to tell the story again.

Song Yiyuan told about Mo Qing's attempt to smash the statue of Yao Dexuan.

He said firmly: "Mo Qing must have a grudge against Yao Dexuan, we can start with Yao Dexuan! Yao Dexuan has a lot of records."

Although he thought Song Yiyuan's statement was outrageous, after thinking about it carefully, Huoss felt that although it was tortuous, it was still necessary to give it a try.

Finally, Hawes said, "You go look it up."

"Okay." Song Yiyuan nodded happily, and suddenly realized something was wrong after a few seconds, "No, it's just me?"

Huos glanced at him: "I know that there are not many Mo Qings, and there is no extra manpower for you."

Song Yiyuan: "..."

*
Early in the morning, Mo Qing got up refreshed, and after breakfast, he was going to take Peng Zhong's car to go to school.

But she didn't see Peng Zhong's figure.

"I'm going to attend the parents' meeting today." Jiang Ke came over, dressed neatly and meticulously, "You come with me."

"Oh."

Jiang Ke asked, "How did you do in the exam?"

Mo Qing perfunctory: "It's okay."

Jiang Ke has no doubts about him.

He has been in contact with Mo Qing for so long, and he doesn't believe that Mo Qing's IQ will produce some shocking results in the test.

Subconsciously, he took Mo Qing's "not bad" as "the modesty of a top student".

however--

Jiang Ke, who was sitting in the classroom of the third class, couldn't recover for a long time when he got Mo Qing's shocking report card.

He wouldn't be so shocked that EMO went bankrupt.

Jiang Ke didn't take the parent meeting seriously at first, but this report card gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Soon, the real crisis emerged.

Some parents gathered around, glanced at the report card, and showed a look of pity: "Are you Mo Qing's relative? Fortunately, you are here. If Mo Qing's parents, wouldn't they be pissed off."

Other parents chimed in:

"I heard that this semester, the school transferred two students. The one from class three is the second-to-last student, and the one from class seven is the second-to-last student."

"Such grades simply don't study, and it also lowers the school's enrollment rate."

"You guys know? The night the grades came out, my daughter went home and cried. I thought she didn't do well in the exam, but she said she was crying because of Mo Qing's grades. She hasn't seen such a miserable situation in more than ten years." The grades have lowered the average score of their class."

"It's really wicked, but I came to class seven."

……

Jiang Ke's expression was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

(End of this chapter)