The blood falling on the table seemed to be alive for a moment, moving quickly towards the three needles and being gradually absorbed.

The needle lit up fluorescently.

Jiang Ke looked at this scene with dark eyes.

"As you can see." Mo Qing took out two paper towels and wiped the blood on his palms. "This set of acupuncture needles and the miasma removal instrument in the laboratory can react with my blood."

"What's the principle?" Jiang Ke believes in science.

"I don't know." Mo Qing threw the tissue aside, "One day, when we were marching in Yuncheng, we found a tomb with a piece of metal inside that could react with my blood."

She raised her index finger and pointed at the needles: "That's it for now."

Jiang Ke remained silent.

If the person in front of him was not Mo Qing, he really wanted to take a tube of her blood and study it carefully.

After a while, the blood had been "sucked" by the acupuncture needles.

"That piece of metal has a healing effect, and it can have the greatest effect after adding my blood." Mo Qing continued, "So I used it to make acupuncture needles and scalpels. In the end, there was some leftover, which was fused with other

In the metal, a miasma removing device or something like that was made.”

Mo Qing did not introduce Jiang Ke in too much detail.

At this time, the roast duck was served.

Mo Qing's nose twitched, his eyes narrowed, ready to eat.

However, when she reached out for the thin skin, Jiang Ke captured her palm.

Jiang Ke frowned: "Is your hand healed again?"

"this?"

Mo Qing spread his palms.

The scratches on the palms of my hands disappeared without a trace, and the skin was so tender that no scars could be seen.

Mo Qing said: "My recovery speed is different from ordinary people."

"What on earth are you..." Jiang Ke thought of Mo Qing's red eyes and nails that day.

"Reform people." Mo Qing answered frankly. After a pause, she looked at Jiang Ke's frozen expression and added, "It is said that he is the only one who has successfully transformed."

"..."

Jiang Ke fell silent.

At the same time, I also understand.

——Why Mo Qing cannot leave traces in history.

Mo Qing said slowly: "When our country fell, a scientist was dedicated to changing the situation, so he had a whim and decided to build a batch of humanoid machines. However, I was the only one who survived."

Jiang Ke thought for a while, and finally shook his head gently: "It's impossible."

Mo Qing was very interested: "Why is it impossible?"

Jiang Ke frowned slightly: "With the level of science and technology at that time, even if he used people from all over the world to conduct experiments, it would not be possible."

"Maybe." Mo Qing shrugged and did not argue with him. He just said, "I also want to know what's going on."

pity.

When the overall situation fell into place and they wanted to find the answer in her, she fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Ke's eyes were locked on her.

Mo Qing stuffed a mouthful of roast duck into her mouth and swallowed it. Seeing Jiang Ke still staring at her, she suddenly guessed something and asked, "Hey, you don't want to experiment on me, do you?"

"I think." Jiang Ke said bluntly.

Mo Qing didn't change his face, he just said: "Turn left when you go out, I will spare your life."

Jiang Ke changed the subject: "But the Eighth Base should have studied you long ago."

"clever."

Giving him an appreciative look, Mo Qing asked again: "Do you want to know what they have researched?"

"I don't want to." Jiang Ke finally put his eyes away, placed the dishes and chopsticks in front of him, and said slowly, "If they really research something, they won't be able to let you out."

Not only that.

Based on the scientific research level of the Eighth Base, if they couldn't find anything on Mo Qing, there was a high probability that he wouldn't be able to find anything either.

Mo Qing smiled.

Although they are not the same person, Jiang Ke's brain is worthy of his face.

After finishing their meal, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke left the shop.

Jiang Ke took out his mobile phone and asked, "Where do you live?"

"Friend's house."

"address."

Glancing at him sideways, Mo Qing gave him his address.

Jiang Ke didn't drive over and couldn't take Mo Qing back, so he made an appointment for Mo Qing online.

The car that takes the order is one kilometer away.

The two were waiting on the roadside.

"The matter of removing the miasma..." Mo Qing started talking.

"Turn a blind eye." Jiang Ke took the words calmly.

Mo Qing smiled and said cheerfully: "I owe you a favor."

Traffic flows like a shuttle, and pedestrians flow like a weave.

There were countless pairs of eyes around him, but Jiang Ke was the only one who saw Mo Qing's faint smile.

She smiled cleanly and openly, without any ambiguity.

Maybe before this, she sometimes couldn't tell the difference between Jiang Ke and Jiang Yan, but now, Jiang Ke can be sure that she has completely regarded them as two people.

Therefore, she no longer looks for other shadows on him.

Too.

She has already learned about Jiang Yan's fate.

However, when Jiang Ke realized this, his mood was a little subtle.

Jiang Ke stared at her for a while and said, "Okay."

The car came and parked on the side of the road.

Jiang Ke walked over and opened the rear door.

Mo Qing got into the car.

Jiang Ke closed the car door, but did not leave. Instead, he stretched out his hand to support the roof of the car, put the elbow of his other hand on the window edge, leaned down slightly, and said to Mo Qing, "Don't be shy next time."

"You're looking for death——"

Being mentioned again, Mo Qing couldn't bear it.

Jiang Ke smiled.

He raised his elbow and, like a magic trick, took out Mo Qing's pair of black-rimmed glasses and handed them to Mo Qing's hand.

Mo Qing was startled.

While eating, she took off her glasses and later forgot them.

In this moment of confusion, Jiang Ke had already withdrawn and left, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

In the car, Mo Qing was sitting alone, holding the pair of glasses in her hand, which still had a little bit of residual warmth. She tilted her head and glanced outside the car to the rear.

A tall and tall figure was still standing there.

I don't know why, but I look a little lonely.

*

Mo Qing returned to Wen Banling's house.

As soon as the door was opened, Gu Wanwan, Wen Banling, and Min Chang, who were sitting on the sofa playing Landlord, all stopped in unison, then stood up in unison, and came to "greet" Mo Qing.

Min Chang: "Did it go well?"

Wen Banling: "Where are the things?"

Gu Wanwan: "It's a bit late."

After glancing at the three of them, Mo Qing said nothing. He changed his shoes at the entrance, took off his backpack, and threw it directly to Min Chang, then fixed his eyes on Gu Wanwan.

She asked: "What are you doing here?"
To be continued...