Ji Wanrong always felt that Mo Junfeng suddenly seemed to be a different person from somewhere on.
Her hands hanging by her sides slowly clenched into fists.
Mo Jiecheng clearly noticed the change in Ji Wanrong's expression. He slowly lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong? Did you think of something?"
Ji Wanrong looked up at him and met his concerned eyes.
When he thought that if he kept this matter hidden, he might not be able to investigate the case further, he then said softly: "Then come with me."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, but he quickly pressed them down again.
Mo Jiecheng originally wanted to go to a random room in Jingzhao Mansion to discuss the matter, but Ji Wanrong hesitated to speak.
She looked at Mo Jiecheng and opened her mouth again and again. She had been brewing for a long time, but still no words came out.
Ji Wanrong felt that facing Mo Jiecheng's face, she really couldn't say anything to invite him to Xie's house.
But Mo Jiecheng suddenly felt enlightened, as if he had realized what Ji Wanrong was about to say.
He pulled Ji Wanrong's sleeve very considerately and led her out: "I know what you are thinking, let's go out first."
Ji Wanrong just couldn't stand the smug expression on his face, so she silently pulled back her sleeves.
"What do you know? If you really knew what I was thinking, you wouldn't have treated me like that before, and you wouldn't have beaten Mo Junfeng so angrily just now."
Mo Jiecheng's footsteps did not stop, but his expression suddenly became serious: "I did everything wrong in the past, but I have learned from it and changed my ways."
"Just looking at your expression, I knew you said those words on purpose. I don't know what kind of person you are?"
Ji Wanrong raised his eyebrows: "Really? I don't believe it. Your fist actually hit Mo Junfeng's face."
After hearing this, Mo Jiecheng smiled lowly: "That's because I finally found an opportunity and used it as an excuse to beat him."
"I really can't stand the way he treats Ji Yunyao. He believes her in everything. I think Ji Yunyao is some kind of fairy in the sky and some kind of hot cakes! I want to punch him randomly to wake him up."
Ji Wanrong smiled when he heard this. Mo Junfeng was much smarter than him.
"You are worse than Mo Junfeng. You used to believe her in everything, and you thought Ji Yunyao was some kind of fairy in the sky or some kind of hot cake."
Hearing the sarcasm in Ji Wanrong's words, Mo Jiecheng fell silent.
He then raised his head and whispered to Ji Wanrong: "I really want to go back to the past and punch myself awake."
Ji Wanrong smiled, but was not angry. Instead, he held Jian Qing's hand and got on the carriage with a squeeze: "It's a pity that everything can't be returned."
After Ji Wanrong said this, he got into the carriage. Qing Qing snorted coldly and stamped his feet towards Mo Jiecheng: "The damage caused in the past cannot be erased. It remains in my heart, deeply!"
After Jian Qing said this, he followed Ji Wanrong into the carriage.
Mo Jiecheng smiled bitterly, got on his horse silently, and followed Ji Wanrong's carriage to Xie's house.
When he arrived at his own place, Ji Wanrong took off his guard.
Jian Qing hurriedly ordered someone to clean Ji Wanrong's hands.
After Ji Wanrong washed his hands, he specifically told Xie Lingxiao that if Mo Junfeng came to Xie's house next time, he must tell him early.
Xie Lingxiao rarely saw Ji Wanrong with such a solemn expression. When he wanted to ask why, he saw Mo Jiecheng walking in from the gate of Xie's house openly.
Xie Lingxiao's eyes widened.
The group of vicious dogs that were originally kept in the corner of Xie's house seemed to have smelled the smell of Mojie City, and they rushed towards Mojie City.
Standing behind the vicious dog was Siqin. Siqin's eyes widened and she looked at Mo Jiecheng defensively.
Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth and pointed at Ji Wanrong with trembling fingers: "This king came in through the main entrance this time!"
Siqin did not speak, but turned to Ji Wanrong for confirmation, with full distrust in his expression.
Mo Jiecheng choked.
It wasn't until Ji Wanrong nodded to Siqin that Siqin snorted coldly and drove the dogs back to the corner.
Mo Jiecheng suddenly felt proud again. He took advantage of himself to hide behind Ji Wanrong and shouted several times to the dog behind Siqin.
"Bad dog! Bad dog!"
Ji Wanrong glanced at him coldly, and then told Siqin in the distance: "Just this once, if Mo Jie City climbs over the wall and enters Xie's house next time, he will bite him repeatedly. There’s not even any underpants left.”
Xie Lingxiao burst into laughter.
When Siqin heard this, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly accepted the order with joy.
Only the corner of Mo Jiecheng's mouth twitched and he did not dare to say anything more.
Xie Lingxiao looked at Ji Wanrong's serious expression and knew that Lu Zhongfeng's matter must not be simple. He personally went to find a side room and led the two of them in.
After doing this, Xie Lingxiao was about to leave, but seeing Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng, a hungry wolf, in the same room, he hesitated before speaking.
"Rong'er, do you need me to stay?"
Ji Wanrong was startled, and then she realized that her brother was worried about her. She felt a little warm in her heart, and thought it would be good for her brother to know about this matter, and then nodded.
Mo Jiecheng's eyes dimmed when he saw the brother and sister guarding him like this, and then he spoke in a covert manner: "What clues did County Master Qinghui just find during the autopsy, and why did his face become so solemn?"
Ji Wanrong paused for a moment, then looked up at Mo Jiecheng: "I suspect that Mo Junfeng has a big problem."
Mo Jiecheng and Xie Lingxiao were both startled, and then Ji Wanrong thought for a while and spoke: "I don't know why, when Mo Junfeng faced me, he seemed to be a different person, unscrupulous and carefree, which made me feel Full of danger.”
"But I think this is his true face after taking off his disguise."
Mo Jiecheng had great difficulty digesting Ji Wanrong's words, but Xie Lingxiao nodded: "Yes, Rong'er, when he came to Xie's house this morning, I could tell that his attitude towards you was very strange."
"Obviously you didn't know each other before, but he is very familiar with you. It seems like the two of you are very familiar with each other, or maybe he knows a lot about you."
Xie Lingxiao spoke word by word, and even felt a little fear deep in his heart.
"Also, extend your hand."
Mo Jiecheng and Xie Lingxiao listened and stretched out their hands without knowing the situation.
Ji Wanrong stepped forward and carefully observed the calluses on their finger joints, and then spoke in a deep voice: "The calluses in Mo Jiecheng are concentrated in the palms of both hands, the tiger's mouth, and the back of the hands. At first glance, they are where they practice martial arts and hold weapons all year round. To.”
"My brother's thin calluses are on the first joint of the middle finger of his right hand, as well as the index finger. There are also thick calluses on the bottom of the palm, and there are some new calluses on the palm. This can tell us about my brother's past life trajectory. "
"After my brother's legs were disabled, he stopped practicing martial arts and could only use his hands to assist in sports. He could only write with a pen to pass the time, so there were thin calluses on his palms and fingers. After my brother's legs healed, he picked up The old martial arts, so the location of the new cocoon is the same as Mojie City."
After saying this, Ji Wanrong raised his hand: "And my calluses are on the thumb, index finger, and left side of the middle finger on my right hand. This is because I hold a scalpel during operations and dissections all year round. left."
Since Ji Wanrong arrived in Beili, he was worried that his medical skills would deteriorate, so he took time to practice every day to maintain his hand feel, so the hands of this body already had thin calluses.
When Ji Wanrong said this, Mo Jiecheng didn't know what he thought of, and his face changed slightly.
"Yes, what I want to say is that the calluses on Mo Junfeng's hands are different from those on my brother and Mo Jiecheng. They are the same as mine. They are cocoons left by holding a scalpel."
"Not only that, there is a faint smell of disinfectant on his body. I can guarantee that only I and the former ghost-hand miracle doctor in the world have such disinfectant, and we are both proficient in medical skills."
"Mo Junfeng said that he travels all year round and enjoys the world, and does not even care about the interests of the capital. But as a person who is often in the wild, why is his skin so fair and why does he have some eczema on his hands?"
Ji Wanrong knew very well that it was something that modern surgeons, whose hands are often soaked in disinfectant, would grow.
