After amnesia, she became a real daughter of a wealthy family

Song Mo's eyes caught this movement, but his body didn't react so quickly.

She straightened up.

The hand came to her, stopped precisely within an inch, and withdrew it.

"I have admired your name for a long time, and I wanted to try you, but I didn't expect that you are not good at martial arts." Cai Sixian raised a hand behind her back and made a gesture of invitation.

"My father has been waiting for a long time."

The sun is just right today, but the old man is not in the courtyard, but sitting in the house, holding a cup of tea, sipping carefully.

Seeing someone enter the door, he raised his head, picked up another lamp on the table, and threw it over.

"Since the guest is here, let's have a cup of tea first."

Song Mo took it in a panic, lifted the lid of the cup, and filled a cup of tea. The brewed tea swirled in the cup, but the water was not sprinkled at all.

Good work.

There is also a torn stocking in the trash can, which can only be a woman's property unless the wearer has a special fetish.

Antipyretics, nothing special.

"They are the dust shaken out by history. If you think about it this way, they are actually very pitiful."

"There is indeed such a kind of people in the world. They can live for hundreds of thousands of years, and their youth will never fade, but their names cannot be found in the history books."

"That place is being watched, you take this with you." Cai Gong signaled his daughter to take out the things.

When the girl saw Song Mo, she said anxiously, "You all said that no one is allowed to enter, why is she allowed?"

Cai Gong said that He Qingquan's body is very healthy, and he should not be so sick that he has a fever.

"He died, his heart was dug out, and he died in his own home."

"thing?"

She rummaged through the cupboard and found only two packets of instant cereal, nothing suspicious.

"Don't be afraid, I have something to ask for today." Cai Gong didn't hesitate.

"I have an old friend who had a lot of snow a few days ago. He complained to me that the weather is too cold, but when the sun comes out these days, he won't be able to see the sunny day."

"As long as you cooperate, I can take you to see Mr. He for the last time, but if you don't cooperate, you will continue to make trouble here." Song Mo put on a casual look, and smoothed the broken hair on his forehead, not caring .

Miss Song is different from her. She is a special envoy ordered by Mr. Cai to investigate this matter, and they will let her go wherever she goes.

He Qingquan has lived for too long, but his appearance has not changed. He usually lives in seclusion, so as not to be discovered by others, and finally thrown into the observation room as a monkey for research.

The cooktop is modern and plugs in and works.

The girl had a bit of a temper, "Why should I talk to you?"

It could only be someone else's.

"You, shouldn't you help me?"

"He practices martial arts, and he is here on weekdays. He collects some money from his parents and gives them to the children in this area to practice martial arts. I don't know where he is from. He looks tough and soft."

In a white coat, I can't remember what I look like.

"Since you can tell me what I want to know, it shouldn't be difficult to find a murderer."

According to Cai Gong's description, the man was lying on the bed with a hole in his chest, and he was out of breath when he was found.

The girl's fingers are a bit thick, and she looks like she has practiced martial arts. Most of them have been taught by He Qingquan. It's normal to come back to see the teacher.

Seeing people respond, Cai Gong then told the story.

It was an unpretentious jade gourd, decorated with beads, and a copper coin dangled from the bottom.

Well, consider her a professional detective.

There was obviously a fight in the living room, and the chair with a broken leg was kept.

woman?

"Is it a token? Do you want to return it?" she asked.

"Thank you." Song Mo was about to find a place to sit, when Cai Sixian lifted a chair, and a chair moved behind her.

This is to see off guests.

Not finding too many clues, Song Mo went out first.

"Cai Gong wants me to find the murderer?"

"What's going on?" Song Mo walked over.

Cai Gong stroked his long white beard and sighed softly.

Cai Gong blew on the tea leaves, "I was supposed to return the news to you, so I just brought it to you by the way."

A voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

"No one called the police?" Song Mo was puzzled.

Song Mo thanked him, went back to find Cui Yexue, and walked to He Qingquan's house together.

"He has lived for too long, he is not a person of this era, and will not be controlled by this era after all."

"This gourd is Dad's token. Wearing it on your body as a show will save you a lot of trouble." She reminded.

She walked to the kitchen, where all the dishes had been cleared away.

The two walked out the door when they heard a woman's voice.

They were entrusted by Mr. Cai to take care of this place. Mr. Cai said that idlers should not enter, so they fulfilled their duties.

"I want to visit his residence." Song Mo made a decision.

"The teacher is gone? Can you let me go and see him, please please!" It was a girl who spoke, still wearing a school uniform.

She doesn't know Song Mo well, so why should she show her face.

In front of the two kung fu masters, she was trembling like a weak chicken with three legs and martial arts.

"Let me try." Song Mo took it, "I can only do my best."

She was slightly taken aback, "How long did he live?"

If you see a beautiful girl passing by in trouble, shouldn't you help?

"My old friend, named He Qingquan, is older than me, but looks younger than my daughter."

Song Mo touched it, and found that the copper coins were the genuine currency of the previous dynasty, and the jade and beads were very moist, and they must have been traded for a long time.

She knows that there are centenarians in this world, but their appearance has not changed after living for a hundred years, which can only be called a miracle.

This little girl didn't even graduate from high school, what does she know?
"If you don't mind, let's talk." Song Mo turned to the girl.

"I don't know. According to him, he was there when there was an emperor in the Central Plains, and he was rewarded by the emperor for being the champion of martial arts." Cai Gong smiled.

Seeing the jade gourd in her hand, the two nodded respectfully and said, "Miss, Mr. Cai ordered no one to enter unless he ordered him. She is here to make trouble, and we can't do anything about her."

A simple dilapidated courtyard with wooden stakes, a typical decoration of a martial artist's house.

Cai Gong said that He Qingquan had a kind disposition, so he probably wouldn't do anything to beat a woman. It should be that He Qingquan was fighting with another person.

There is no doubt that this He Qingquan is the kind of person described by the man.

That's at least a hundred years old.

It's like a sudden memory.

Song Mo was shocked.

She glanced around, went to the trash can, and dug out an aluminum foil board.

The gatekeepers on both sides were unmoved.

It was a man's voice.

There is a plaque hanging in the house, the paper is a little yellow, it should be an old thing.

The two gatekeepers were a little annoying.

Cai Sixian politely sent her out.

"I don't know you." Song Mo raised one leg, "If you don't want me to help, I'll leave."

"you--"

"I'm leaving—"

Seeing that Song Mo was about to get out of her sight after walking three or five steps, the girl gritted her teeth and chased after him.

"Hey, what do you want to know?"