Mo Qian finally ended his battle with the ancestors.
She got up from the worship mat and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.
It took a while before she came back to her senses.
Turning to look at Qiao He standing outside the door, he puffed his cheeks and asked, "Do you have food at home?"
These words are like plums on the roadside that no one has picked.
Hearing this, Qiao He felt a sudden sadness in his heart.
Mo Qian is thin and small, only 1.6 meters tall and looks less than 80 pounds.
The big cat squatting under her feet was several times rounder than her.
Qiao He didn't know what was going on between her and the Gu family, but she thought she had been wronged today, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to have breakfast.
But Qiao He was not surprised at all.
In the Gu family, this kind of thing is normal.
As long as there were a few normal people in the Gu family, they would not become the bachelor camp they are now.
Qiao He arranged for the chef at home to prepare breakfast for Mo Qian according to her preferences.
Soon, a table of feasts was served.
As soon as Mo Qian and Xiao Hei saw the food, they immediately regained their happiness.
Mo Qian took out Xiao Hei's big iron bowl from his bag, filled it up, and then started eating.
They ate happily.
Qiao He sat opposite, watching their mukbang, the smile on his lips never disappeared...
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After eating a full meal, Mo Qian became a happy Mo Qian again.
She hugged chubby Xiao Hei and walked to Qiao He, "Let's go and meet someone."
Extremely proactive.
Qiao He chuckled, took out a tissue, and pressed it lightly on Mo Qian's face, "Are you going to take the rice particles with you?"
"Oh?" Mo Qian responded and quickly wiped his face.
I found a piece of glass and took a photo to make sure it was clean before I ran back.
"It's okay this time."
Qiao He smiled and nodded, called Ye Fei, and the group set off to their destination.
Forty minutes later, the car drove into a paradise-like place.
The scenery is beautiful, quiet and peaceful.
This is a well-known sanatorium in Shangjing City. You can’t choose the environment, and of course, the price.
The monthly cost is already over one million.
Ordinary people would never dare to think about that.
The car parked in front of a five-story building deep inside the nursing home. This building obviously had a better environment and fewer people living there.
Qiao He took Mo Qian directly to the fifth floor.
There is only one ward on this entire floor.
Other rooms are for caregivers, nutritionists, therapists, and chefs.
Qiao He walked straight to the innermost room of the corridor. He opened the ward door and walked in with Mo Qian.
There was a hospital bed in the middle of the ward, with a skinny man lying on it.
About fifty or sixty years old.
The man was very tidy, and even though he was a little thin and disfigured, he could still tell that he was once an elegant and decent man.
Mo Qian came closer and looked at him.
Conditioned reflex, first look at the face.
She stared at him for a long time, and after about ten minutes, she finally spoke, "Is he your father? You two have very similar bones."
Qiao He didn't mean to lie to Mo Qian, he nodded and agreed with her statement.
He then asked, "Do you know him?"
"I don't know." Mo Qian replied in a blur, as if he had no idea.
She walked around the hospital bed twice and suddenly said, "Tell me his birth date."
"Well?"
Qiao He was a little confused, but he hesitated for a moment and told her.
Mo Qian got the birth date of the man on the bed, took out the small notebook in his bag, and jotted down a few notes.
Qiao He kept his eyes on the book.
But nothing was understood.
That ghostly drawing-like thing was beyond his scope of knowledge.
Mo Qian put the notebook in front of him.
Then he took out a box of wooden hexagrams, five in total, and bowed devoutly.
"The heavens and the earth are spirited, and Mo Qian's words must be eloquent!"
Mo Qian shook the fortune stick in her hand like a gambler. After a moment, she swung the barrel hard and said, "Open the fortune."
Along with the two words, a hexagram sign flew out.
I saw three words written on it: signed on.
The signature was also written incorrectly, with a dot missing at the bottom.
Qiao He looked at the typo and felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.
Can this little girl do it...
But Mo Qian was very confident in herself. She picked up the fortune stick and nodded clearly.
A sudden sentence popped out.
"Your father was murdered."
"By whom?" Qiao He's heart, which had been half cold just now, was suddenly beaten to death.
In fact, he has always suspected that his father was murdered.
That year, Qiao He suddenly fell ill, and his parents were seeking medical treatment for him. However, after learning that the hospital was unable to do anything, his father began to work hard in the direction of metaphysics.
He visited many masters and holy monks to find ways to save his life.
Unexpectedly, before the medicine could be found, he had an accident first.
The accident happened in Avenue Village.
No one knew why he went to Daodao Village or who he was looking for. The four men who followed him all fell off the cliff and took their lives.
Only my father saved his life.
The result of the police investigation at that time was that a mudslide occurred on Daodao Mountain and five people lost their footing and fell off the cliff.
There is no surveillance in Dadao Village, let alone on the mountain. The location is dangerous, the road is narrow, and it is prone to landslides. No one in Dadao Village knows how many people are buried there.
There were no signs of a fight at the crime scene, and the person who fell down the mountain had injuries from the fall and no injuries from the fight.
In the end, everything can only be attributed to accidents.
But Qiao He didn't believe it. He always felt that something was fishy.
Hearing Mo Qian's words today, Qiao He felt as if he had finally found someone on the same channel. He looked at Mo Qian with some expectation, "Who harmed him?"
Mo Qian couldn't answer his question, so she shook her head, "I don't know who killed him, but he shouldn't have had this accident in his life."
Qiao He lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the agarwood string in Mo Qian's hand.
He doesn't have much time.
He had been searching for three years and found nothing.
If he really only had one year to live, how could he let the real murderer go free and leave with regret?
Qiao He raised his head and looked at Mo Qian.
The balance in my heart is swinging repeatedly.
Finally, Qiao He finally made his decision.
He chose to believe her.
Trust this weird little girl.
Qiao He took a step forward and stopped only half an arm's length away from Mo Qian, close enough to see the pores on a person's face.
He grabbed Mo Qian's wrist, took her hand, and raised it in front of her.
His expression was cold and serious.
"This agarwood bracelet originally belonged to my father."
Qiao He took out the same bead from his coat pocket and showed it to Mo Qian, "There were originally 18 beads on your string, but now there are only 17 left. There is another one who found me at the foot of the cliff. He held it in his hand when he was a father."
Mo Qian stared at the one in his hand, and then at the string on his wrist.
It's exactly the same.
She hesitated for a few seconds, then jerked her hand away.
He held the string in his arms, with a bit of vigilance in his eyes.
"You want to take it away? That's not possible. This is what my master gave me!"
Qiao He, "..."
Playing the harp to an ox is like playing the harp to an ox...
He said so much that she actually thought he wanted to go back.
Qiao He took a long breath and explained to Mo Qian the way to communicate with a three-year-old child.
"I didn't want the bracelet back, I just wanted to find the person who hurt my father. This bead was the only special thing at the scene. I felt it was what my father wanted to tell me."
He said, looking up at Mo Qian, "Can you help me find the murderer?"
Mo Qian understood what Qiao He meant, relaxed his guard, and put down the hand protecting his chest.
However, she still shook her head towards Qiao He and simply rejected him, "No."
She waved her hands indifferently, "This is not part of my business scope. But——
I can help you with other small favors. "
