The sound of the plastic sheet being lifted is unique, especially harsh in the quiet night.

Jiang Ke bent down and walked out, then stood up straight. The moonlight fell on him like water, shining on his brows and shattering the stars in the sky in his dark eyes.

He raised his hand and the flashlight light came over and landed at their feet.

His dark eyes moved slightly: "He also has a little tail."

"Mr. Jiang." Goblin smiled dryly at him.

"Come down."

Jiang Ke moved his wrist, and the beam of the flashlight fell on the path at their feet.

Mo Qing was the first to go down.

Goblin followed closely behind.

It had just stopped raining for a day and the mud was still wet. When you step on it, the soles of your shoes will inevitably get muddy.

"This is where Yin Lin lives?"

After approaching, Goblin looked around with a strange expression.

Mo Qing: "Yeah."

Goblin sighed: "Then his physical fitness is too good."

Even he expressed such emotion.

Jiang Ke and Mo Qing couldn't help but look at each other.

"A good body needs a good environment." Goblin just thought they were questioning and explained, "I have seen some homeless people with yellow faces and thin muscles, like bamboo poles, and they will fall over when the wind blows. Yin Lin is just a little dirty.

, be a little crazy, I thought the place where he lived was pretty good."

Jiang Ke did not respond, only said: "Come in first."

Goblin touched the tip of his nose angrily.

He looked at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing walked forward first and followed Jiang Ke into the wooden house.

Goblin then came to the opening, glanced inside, and found that as soon as the two entered, the originally cramped space became even narrower, which was a bit suffocating.

"Can we sit inside?" Goblin asked.

"Hardly." Mo Qing looked back at him.

Goblin knew what was going on: "Then I'll stay outside."

Anyway, he followed Mo Qing by the way.

He didn't even know what Mo Qing was doing here, let alone why Jiang Ke appeared here in the middle of the night.

After he finished speaking, he sat down on a barrier at the door.

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke glanced at each other but did not ask him to come in.

"What story does the graffiti tell?" Mo Qing crossed his legs, sat on a small bench, and asked straight to the point.

After the rain, the wooden house was almost soaked with water. The wooden boards exuded a musty smell, and there were also some peculiar smells mixed in. It was even more unpleasant than the last time I came here.

In fact, it would be better to stay at the door of the cabin like Goblin.

Jiang Ke didn't say anything. He took out a notebook from his pocket, placed it on the table, opened two pages, and pushed it in front of Mo Qing.

He said: "Look."

The candlelight was dim, and with the addition of a kerosene lamp, the light was still very dim, so Jiang Ke raised the flashlight and used the beam to illuminate Mo Qing.

Mo Qing picked up the notebook: "Did you draw it?"

"Um."

What is recorded is always more reliable than what is remembered in the brain. Moreover, Jiang Ke is afraid of missing some details, so he can study them carefully in the future.

Mo Qing started browsing the graffiti.

Although Yin Lin's graffiti was crude and messy, Jiang Ke's job as a painter last time was not in vain. He not only copied it, but also filled it in appropriately.

The graffiti's expression suddenly became coherent.

Mo Qing relied on his own understanding and the annotations next to the graffiti to try to connect the meanings expressed by these graffiti.

At first, a group of people broke into Yin Lin's home, detained Yin Lin in a dark room, and interrogated Yin Lin about everything about "Miss Mo".

At that time, he didn't realize anything and couldn't bear the torture, so he told the interrogator all the stories his grandfather told about "Miss Mo".

From his story, the group of people learned that his great-grandfather had painted a portrait of Miss Mo, so they asked him to hand it over.

But the painting had been washed away by water during a flood.

Afterwards, they forced him to describe "Miss Mo's" painting.

At this point, he realized something was wrong.

Because "Miss Mo" was a person from a hundred years ago and must have long since passed away, why do these people want to find out what "Miss Mo" looks like?

So he didn't tell the truth when describing the portrait.

After confessing everything, he was detained for a while.

At that time, he had been tortured to the point of losing consciousness.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the group suddenly injected him with a tube of medicine and then let him go.

After Mo Qing finished reading, he put down his notebook and wondered: "Is this why he became crazy?"

"It should be." Jiang Ke said, "I asked around and found out that he did suddenly become crazy after disappearing for a while. However, he was living alone at that time and no one noticed him."

Mo Qing frowned.

"This group of people is looking for you. What do you think?" Jiang Ke's eyes fell on Mo Qing's face.

"No idea." Mo Qing said disdainfully, "The treasures and techniques I left behind are enough for them to study me for hundreds of years, let alone inquire about my legendary past?"

Jiang Ke: "..." I didn't expect you to be so arrogant.

After a pause, Jiang Ke emphasized: "They are asking about your appearance."

Mo Qing didn't find it strange: "Isn't it normal to look up at my face?"

"..."

Jiang Ke suddenly thought of the "holy object" of the Changsheng Society - the portrait of Mo Qing.

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.

He was now certain that Mo Qing had no clues at all.

Just a tattoo can lead to an immortality meeting.

What's more, Mo Qing has acupuncture needles, scalpels, miasma removal instruments and other things that can be classified as "supernatural items".

And she deliberately left those prescriptions.

And, her person.

Any thing or item related to her may become a clue for someone to track her down.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Ke tapped the table with his fingers and said to Mo Qing, "Turn another page."

Mo Qing raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Jiang Ke looked at the notebook.

So, Mo Qing looked at the notebook again and opened a page.

It's not graffiti, but two lines of writing.

——"Forerunner."

——"They want to turn me into a new human being."

Jiang Ker frowned: "These two lines were said when he was dreaming."

Mo Qing looked at it several times and said with one hand: "Forerunners, new human beings. It's a bit interesting."

She was actually interested.

I don't feel any sense of crisis at all.

But at this time, Goblin, who was looking at the sky boredly outside, suddenly stiffened when he heard the words "Forerunner".

There was another voice coming from inside.

Jiang Ke: "I suspect that Yin Lin's strong body is related to the medicine injected into him."

Mo Qing: "What then?"

Jiang Ke: “I have to ask you.”

Mo Qing: "Me?"
To be continued...