novelraw Chapter 451 Not only that
Chapter 451 Not only that
Qing Ma nodded earnestly, raised her hand and pulled out a sewing book from her wide sleeve.
The covers of the stitched books on the ground were all indigo blue, but the cover of the book in his hand was blue, almost blending with the kimono.
Mo Yimo stood where he was, watching him quietly.
"Let me take a look." Qing Ma opened the book from the middle, and he almost looked at it several times as if lying on the paper.
Afterwards, he slowly put away the notebook and put it back in his sleeve: "The previous entrustment to renew your life."
"Extend your life?" Mo Yimo raised his eyebrows in surprise, then came back to his senses after a few seconds, and laughed helplessly, "What a coincidence."
"What's the coincidence?" Qing Ma was a little puzzled, showing curiosity, and then realized: "Oh, it's all about Xingding."
"Not only that." Mo Yimo sighed and shook his head with a smile: "The person who traded his life for money has now turned into a ghost and started to harm people."
Moreover, the resentment has been passed on to him indirectly.
In addition, Cheng Moxun and Xu Ziyu were also inexplicably involved.
"Oh? This relationship..." Qingma blinked, as if she didn't want to think about it: "It's too complicated, don't tell me any more."
Mo Yimo chuckled, "Obviously you wanted to ask."
He turned and left the room, stood in the corridor and asked, "The one who came to visit couldn't be that ghost after all?"
"It's the original client." Qingma tiptoed and walked back to the door of the room the same way: "I said that I changed my mind and wanted to cancel the previous commission."
"What do you mean?" Mo Yimo squinted his eyes slightly: "Remove... just don't want to continue his son's life?"
This commission is quite special, and the subsequent development is quite unexpected, so he always remembers it very clearly.
The rich pay a high price and buy the life of the poor so that their sons can live.
This practice, which violated the laws of the world, was carried out abruptly.
"It's not that simple." Qing Ma waved his hand impatiently: "He just made it clear yesterday that he has two sons."
Mo Yimo didn't know what his expression was, but he knew very well that his heart was not very peaceful at the moment.
He raised one eyebrow, holding back his displeasure in his tone: "So? The two sons give up one of them, and have the other for the elderly?"
"If that's the case...there's no need to specifically entrust the revocation." Qing Ma shook his head: "Anyway, the son whose life was extended is no different from a vegetable."
However, caring for a vegetative person also requires care, and it will cost a certain amount of money.
Could it be that it was troublesome, so he gave up raising this son, right?
It's so inhuman...
But this client was able to offer such a high price casually back then to buy someone's life...
Why wouldn't he choose to hire someone to take care of his son for a relatively small amount of money?
"Just cancel?" Mo Yimo heaved a long sigh and asked, "Nothing else?"
"Let me think about it..." Qing Ma looked confused, he nodded slightly, as if he was lost in thought.
Suddenly, he clapped his hands sharply, showing a surprised expression.
Mo Yimo was taken aback, but quickly calmed down, and just looked at him inexplicably: "Thought it?"
"Hmm!" Qingma looked very excited: "Do you know who the client's other son is?"
Mo Yimo pursed his lips, smiled and shook his head: "Speak directly."
"Shan Ze!" Qing Ma seemed to know some shocking secret, and his voice was raised several times: "It's just that little star who has been popular on the Internet recently!"
"Oh, star?" Mo Yimo only slightly raised his eyebrows, not showing much surprise.
"Your reaction made me very sad." Qing Ma restrained her excitement, and looked at him helplessly: "Do you know how much gossip this is!"
"I only know that you will find it troublesome, so you won't tell others." Mo Yimo still looked calm: "Also, your memory is more suitable for placing books or something."
Hearing this, Qing Ma silently turned her head and glanced at the room behind her.
Sewing books and scrolls are scattered all over the ground, and the picture is very messy.
"I won't clean it up." He smiled confidently: "Leave it to Huaian, it's easy for him."
"I remember that his greatest role is to improve luck." Mo Yimo pouted and shook his head with a smile: "Such a precious talent cannot be wasted."
"So I'm cheap?" Qing Ma narrowed her eyes, deliberately sternly said: "It's so sad."
Mo Yimo chuckled, he turned and left without saying anything.
"Young master, you are flattering me." Qing Ma followed closely: "Forget it, I have good news to tell you, listen?"
Mo Yimo walked forward, and quickly turned a corner: "Speak."
"It's still the client mentioned just now. His return seems to be related to Xingding." Qingma clicked his tongue inaudibly twice: "The purpose, I guess, is to sacrifice his son."
Is it Xingding again?
Mo Yimo didn't speak, but frowned.
Recently, Xingding is very capable of making troubles. He can get involved in several things about Xingding for any commission he takes.
"Is Xingding planning some big event?" Qingma's voice became excited again: "Miss, what new fun did you find?"
"Next time I'll send you to ask her directly?" Although it was impossible to do so, Mo Yimo asked on purpose.
Qing Ma showed disdain: "That's enough."
Mo Yimo stepped into another corner, and he would reach the door of his room in a short distance.
According to the usual situation, except for the old man who served him, everyone else here would stop at the corner.
After all, no one is allowed to come near his room at will.
However, the green horse behind him has no intention of leaving.
Mo Yimo stopped in his tracks, turned around with a calm expression: "Is there anything else?"
"The client's other son is Shan Ze." Qing Ma's expression suddenly became serious: "There is a performance at the theater this afternoon."
Mo Yimo signaled him to continue talking with his eyes.
Qing Ma smiled: "I know you are not interested in artists, but..."
He hesitated for a second, turned his face, and said tentatively in his tone: "The Miss Cheng who made you rain, will go to the theater with friends this afternoon."
This is really unexpected news.
Mo Yimo's expression was a little startled, he blinked twice, and asked with some doubts: "Who?"
"Miss Cheng." Qing Ma raised her eyebrows proudly: "A while ago, the one who came back from the dead in the news."
"Even know this?" Mo Yimo's eyes lost a little kind smile: "Have you paid attention to her?"
"I like to read the news headlines from China." Qing Ma said innocently, "It allows me to learn Chinese better."
"Your Chinese is already very good." The tone of praise implied displeasure, and Mo Yimo said coldly: "Toutiao will not tell you about Cheng Moxun's itinerary."
"It's rare for the eldest young master to praise me once." Qingma raised her hands in a gesture of surrender: "Well, to be honest, I'm just curious about what kind of woman will let you get wet."
Mo Yimo couldn't help frowning: "You all attach great importance to this."
The innocence on Qing Ma's face deepened: "Let me clarify first, I just investigated Miss Cheng Moxun out of curiosity, and by the way, I found out that she is going to watch a play."
He paused for a moment and continued: "It's not only us, the lady must have been alarmed by the fact that you got caught in the rain."
Missy.
These three words reminded Mo Yimo of what he had seen and heard at the Xingding Casino the night before yesterday.
He is likely to bring some kind of harm to Cheng Moxun.
Qingma left quickly, Mo Yimo returned to the room, and placed the sewing book in his arms on the desk.
Originally, I wanted to look for some clues in these commissions involving Xingding, to see if I could learn the truth about the White Bird mask.
Now it seems that it is not just about finding clues about a mask.
Client, lifespan, sale...
Ghosts, gambling debts, Startop Casino...
The head of the Tao family, the young lady of the Tao family, the Xu brothers,...
Cheng Moxun, ghost family members, artist Shan Ze...
Mo Yiyou, chips, white bird mask...
These messy key information seem to have little connection on the surface.
But in fact, it seems that there is some inevitable connection faintly.
Some events are so coincidental that one has to question why they happened.
Mo Yimo sat in front of the desk, staring at the thick stack of stitched record books, but he didn't open a page.
He didn't know that there were still many complicated relationships entangled in the dark.
Everyone is involved in these chaos, but no one can find a way out.
Cheng Moxun almost lost her patience. She stood up and tried to get closer to Xu Ziyu across the sofa.
But she found that there was an invisible wall lying in front of her, hindering her progress.
"Sister, what are they talking about?" Ruan Ruan walked to her side and gently tugged at her trouser legs: "Why can't I hear you?"
"I can't hear it either." The grievance has not dissipated, and it makes her feel even more uncomfortable at this moment.
Cheng Moxun pursed her lips and looked at Lihuajing and Xu Ziyu who were standing side by side with their backs to her not far away, feeling her nose was sore.
"Sister, don't cry!" Ruan Ruan opened her arms and pressed her soft body against her calf: "They must be afraid of scaring my sister, so they didn't let you hear it!"
Is that right?
Although Ruan Ruan's tone and behavior were extremely cute, Cheng Moxun felt that he was still not comforted.
Xu Ziyu and Lihuajing...how could they exclude her because of this reason?
Wait, what is wrong with Ruan Ruan's words?
Cheng Moxun lowered his head, looking at Ruan Ruan, who was still hugging her calf and blinking her innocent big eyes... her heart suffocated suddenly.
She squatted down slowly, supported Ruan Ruan's shoulders with both hands, and fixed the little guy in front of her.
The words swirled around his lips several times before he was forced to say: "How do you know, they are afraid of scaring my sister?"