"Favorite... weapon?" The old man murmured twice, took another two steps forward, and looked at Qiao Er with a flicker of his eyes.
When Qiao Er asked this question, he obviously didn't trust that the old man in front of him was his biological father.
This made the people present slightly stunned. Although they were still holding the hands of their long-lost relatives tightly, looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, their hearts began to beat.
"Dad Qiao is getting old, and his brain is a little dull. Since his fall, he has forgotten many things in the past. The only thing he keeps mumbling about all day long is his only son."
The woman who just came forward now came forward again to explain.
She had a gentle voice, and many people were moved by the character of Joe in her words.
Ji Wanrong carefully observed this woman who had been in charge of the situation twice, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
After hearing this, Qiao Er took two steps forward again. He still had a dull face and asked, "Really?"
"Of course!" Someone around immediately laughed and cheered.
"You don't even know how much Dad Qiao misses you, but his legs and feet are inconvenient and he really can't get out!"
People in the nursing home rushed to talk, making the atmosphere suddenly become lively.
"Our martial arts were taught by our father. We just mistakenly thought that His Highness King Han who broke into this place was a bad guy, so we joined him together. In fact, they are all just showy."
"I didn't expect it to be a misunderstanding. I still have to apologize to His Highness King Han and County Master Qinghui!"
The woman just spoke again. After she finished speaking, she bowed in the direction of Mo Jiecheng and Ji Wanrong.
Seeing this, other people in the nursing home also apologized to Mo Jiecheng and Ji Wanrong.
The woman's actions greatly weakened everyone's defensiveness, making everyone feel that the folk customs of this paradise are very simple.
Seeing them apologizing to him, Mo Jiecheng, who was half lying on the ground, smiled and shook his head.
He spoke as if he was joking: "I didn't expect that Dad Qiao, a retired soldier, is already so old and his kung fu is so good. Although my mind can't remember what happened in the past, I still have great strength. In the future, I will If you have the chance, you must ask Dad Qiao for advice."
Although Mo Jiecheng said it with a smile, Ji Wanrong could feel the yin and yang in his tone.
The woman smiled and said, "This is a nursing home. Dad Qiao stays here and his body is naturally strong."
Having said this, Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng looked at the families of the victims in the capital, holding the faces of their "relatives" whom they thought about day and night, chatting and laughing.
Ji Wanrong also knew in his heart that if he could not produce complete evidence to explain this conspiracy, he would slowly figure it out.
Looking at the identical face in front of them, they would not believe what they and Mo Jiecheng said.
The reaction of everyone in the nursing home just now was a bit strange, but their love and longing had long covered up the strangeness that emerged in their hearts.
After all, the person in front of them looks exactly like their relatives, but a little older than before, and they can also tell the general situation at home.
How many people dare to believe that these people in front of them are all fake?
But as soon as what happened just now, the seeds of doubt were planted in my heart. If something unusual happens in the future, the doubt in my heart will grow like weeds.
Ji Wanrong thought of this, lowered his head slightly, looked at Mo Jiecheng, and then helped Mo Jiecheng up from the ground.
"Master Shi, you will be responsible for meeting the relatives here. Mo Jiecheng and I will go around the surrounding area. This sanatorium is really beautiful."
After Ji Wanrong said this, Shi Heng nodded understandingly, meaning that he would keep an eye on the meeting here.
After receiving Shi Heng's reply, Ji Wanrong wandered outside.
The cabin in the sanatorium is built in a small basin in the mountains, surrounded by mountains on all sides, and behind the house are lush woods.
Ji Wanrong carefully observed the surrounding environment. The temperature in the mountains was much lower than that in the capital. She took a deep breath, and all the cold air was sucked into her nose.
There are only two or three varieties of trees here. Their leaves are almost falling off, and the bare treetops are covered with snow.
Ji Wanrong and Mo Jiecheng walked around the woods, then turned to look at the wooden house.
"There are indeed no signs of recent felling of the trees here, which means these huts were either built a long time ago, or they were not built using the trees here at all."
There was a long silence between the two, and Ji Wanrong spoke first.
"I noticed this situation when I came here. I asked Chongzhou to send people to look around the suburbs of Beijing. There are no signs of extensive felling of trees in the suburbs of Beijing."
What the Queen did was indeed impeccable.
The people in front of me came out of thin air, and the house came out of thin air. Even the farmland next to the hut was planted with cold-resistant radishes and leeks.
Full of traces of life.
If Ji Wanrong and the others hadn't known the answer from the beginning, they would have known that all the people in front of them were fake.
I'm afraid they won't doubt the authenticity of what is happening before them.
The two of them thought about it and looked at each other, their expressions becoming solemn.
Ji Wanrong looked at the vegetables grown in the vegetable garden and felt that the radishes and leeks were a bit strange.
She took two steps forward, bent down, gently pushed aside the thin snow on the vegetable leaves with her hands, and pulled out a radish.
Mo Jiecheng's eyes widened at Ji Wanrong's actions.
The radishes are growing well. They were just pulled out of the ground, still covered in mud, and the leaves are very fresh. They were not just stuffed into the soil yesterday.
Ji Wanrong thought, then he picked up a small handful of soil, crushed it lightly with his fingertips, then put the soil to the tip of his nose and smelled it carefully.
Ji Wanrong's eyebrows wrinkled when he smelled the smell of earth.
"There's something wrong with this soil."
She frowned and looked up at Mo Jiecheng.
After Mo Jiecheng heard this, he slowly squatted down, carefully observed the soil on the radish, and then dug a hole in the soil with his hands.
Ji Wanrong said nothing, silently waiting for Mo Jiecheng's move.
I saw Mo Jiecheng moving very fast, and he didn't know what he had dug up. Then his eyes lit up and he showed it to Ji Wanrong: "The soil layer above is different from the soil layer below. The soil layer below belongs to the capital. earth."
Ji Wanrong carefully observed the subtle differences between the upper soil and the lower soil, raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally showed a smile on his face: "So these vegetables were transported here with the soil attached."
"Where do you think the soil down here comes from?" Ji Wanrong asked.
