The moment Mo Qing bent down and got under the plastic sheet, a kerosene lamp lit up in the cramped space.

Mo Qing squinted his eyes to see clearly what was going on inside.

There is a layer of gravel under the feet, which is very thick. It is soaked now, but there is no accumulation of water.

In the innermost part is a bed - to be precise, it's a wooden board placed on two large rocks.

Just enough for one person to lie down horizontally.

There were some miscellaneous things, such as pots and bowls, piled up in the corner. It was very messy. There were also basins and bowls placed to catch the leaking water.

A small square table was set up near the exit. A middle-aged man with long dirty hair and ragged clothes sat beside it and lit the kerosene lamp with a match. The match had just gone out.

In fact, compared to what Mo Qing thought, the situation was actually better.

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Qing in the dim light, feeling confused, frightened, and then happy.

He immediately shouted: "Miss Mo."

A look of sincerity and fear.

Mo Qing looked back: "Do you even know me?"

"I heard that if you have seen the portrait, it won't be destroyed." Jiang Ke said with a sour tone.

Mo Qing is the true deity.

And he is a substitute.

Of course not happy.

"oh."

Mo Qing understood.

After scanning the general situation inside the wooden house, Mo Qing didn't mind it and went inside without hesitation.

The middle-aged man looked crazy, but he moved quickly and found a small bench for Mo Qing. Then he rummaged through the debris and after a while, he found a pop-top box.

He opened it and handed it to Mo Qing: "Eat."

Mo Qing lowered his eyes and took a look.

There are some biscuits, candies and the like inside, which look familiar. If I think about it carefully, I think I have seen them on the set.

Jiang Ke then came in and said to the middle-aged man, "You go and have a rest first."

The middle-aged man made no move, just looked at Mo Qing and said stubbornly: "Eat."

The orange kerosene lamp illuminated his face. His skin was dark and rough, older than his actual age. His back was stooped, and the hands holding the box were dirty and black, but when he looked at Mo Qing, his eyes were bright.

After hesitating, Mo Qing took a biscuit.

He seemed happy and smiled, then put the box on the small table and pushed it in Mo Qing's direction.

He turned back, sat on the bed, and huddled in the corner.

"Is he really?" Mo Qing looked at Jiang Ke and pointed at his head.

"Aren't you a medical saint?" Jiang Ke asked back.

Mo Qing said confidently: "I can't read my mind."

"..."

Jiang Ke suddenly thought of how Mo Qing looked when he questioned whether he had a mental problem at the auction, and suddenly smiled.

Mo Qing looked at him, confused.

What's so funny?

"According to my observation, he is indeed delirious and his intelligence level is low." Jiang Ke sat down on a small bench naturally.

The cabin is too narrow.

Mo Qing couldn't move around, so he turned around and simply sat next to Jiang Ke.

The small benches were next to each other, and when the two of them sat down, they were almost touching each other.

Shoulder to shoulder, too close, both of them have a meal, and then put some distance between them appropriately.

Mo Qing asked: "Can we communicate?"

Jiang Ke said: "We can communicate simply."

So, Mo Qing observed Yin Lin for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Come here."

Yin Lin in the corner pointed to himself.

Mo Qing nodded slightly.

Yin Lin moved to the bed little by little and put his legs down, looking cramped and nervous.

His back was still arched.

Mo Qing added: "Hands."

Yin Lin hesitantly stretched out his hand.

Mo Qing stretched out her fingers and placed them on his wrist.

As soon as the finger fell, Yin Lin seemed to be frightened. He howled like a gust of wind, ran to the corner again, hugged himself and curled up into a ball.

Like a panicked mouse.

Mo Qing froze and cast a doubtful look at Jiang Ke.

Jiang Ke explained: "He cannot be touched. Once touched, he will be like this."

Mo Qing clicked his tongue and stood up: "I still have to touch it."

Mo Qing approached Yin Lin, and Yin Lin suddenly screamed, his voice hoarse and frightened, but Mo Qing showed no sympathy at all, and without even blinking, he quickly struck the back of Yin Lin's neck.

The frightened Yin Lin suddenly became quiet.

He hugged his knees and fell heavily onto the wooden bed.

Mo Qing picked up one of his hands, felt his pulse, frowned, and after a while, put his hand back.

"What problem do you see?" Jiang Ke asked.

"The body is stronger than an ox." Mo Qing frowned and said.

She looked at Yin Lin carefully and felt strange.

Generally, homeless people are as skinny as a stick and not very strong because they are hungry and well-fed.

Moreover, after living in this shabby place for many years, there will always be something wrong with you, and your physical fitness will definitely be worse than ordinary people.

Can--

Yin Lin's body is exceptionally strong.

"More than that." Jiang Ke calmed down and added, "It's not an exaggeration to say that he has supernatural power. He is fast and strong. Not four or five people can't subdue him."

Mo Qing looked back and wondered: "Have you seen it?"

Jiang Ke said: "On the day I came, I saw several people picking trouble with him, but he killed them all."

"Isn't he a scholar?"

"I also made some inquiries. He has been frail and sick since he was a child, and he is not a god. During his wanderings, no one saw him strengthening his body."

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other, both seeing something strange.

How could a scholar who was not physically strong suddenly become strong after becoming a homeless man?

Will being crazy also improve your physical fitness?

Obviously unscientific.

Gradually, Mo Qing noticed that the corners of Jiang Ke's lips curled up. She felt inexplicably being kept in the dark, so she raised her foot and kicked his stool: "What did you find?"

The small stool was not kicked over.

Jiang remained motionless, picked up a candy in the box, peeled it open, and handed it to Mo Qing: "Why are you so tempered?"

Is he still in the mood to peel candy?!

Mo Qing was extremely angry: "I won't eat it."

Old God Jiang Ke was here: "Eat, I'll tell you."

After he said this, Mo Qing had no reason to care anymore. He took the candy and threw it into his mouth, then he frowned at the sweetness.

Seeing her frown, Jiang Ke chuckled, raised the flashlight in his hand, pushed the switch forward, and the bright beam shot out again and fell on the wooden wall.

He said: "Look."

Mo glanced sideways: "Messy graffiti."
To be continued...