——Jiang Carving is a gift.

After all, it is impossible for a person with a conspiracy to arrange these coincidental details. Only Jiang Yan has the position and purpose to do all this.

Because it doesn't make any sense.

Thinking of this, Mo Qing suddenly glanced up, raised his hand, and grabbed Jiang Ke's sleeve.

Jiang Ke paused for a moment, came back to his senses, and lowered his eyes to look at her.

There are two steps between them.

Mo Xiang stepped forward, looked into Jiang Ke's eyes, and said word by word: "You have no actual evidence, but you are very sure that you are not Jiang Yan."

Jiang Ke was silent for a few seconds and said, "Yeah."

Mo Qing was puzzled: "What's the reason?"

Pulling out his sleeves, Jiang Ke walked down the stairs. He leaned against the wall behind him, his eyebrows lowered, and he looked at her for a while: "Do you really want to know?"

After thinking for a moment, Mo Qing simply said: "Yeah."

Jiang Ke said in a loose tone: "Make a promise."

"explain."

Mo Qing agreed very readily.

In her heart, Jiang Ke is not a despicable person, it's just a "promise" and it doesn't matter.

Jiang Ke said: "Promise will be discussed later."

Mo Qing said: "Okay."

She waited for Jiang Ke to continue talking.

Jiang Ke spoke slowly: "I often have headaches. But before, it only hurt occasionally. I just need to take it easy."

"Um."

"But on New Year's Eve, you gave me a needle."

"……Um."

Not only did I get a needle.

Of course Mo Qing remembered: "You said you didn't feel anything."

So, Mo Qing gave up.

Jiang Ke nodded and continued: "As a result, I had frequent headaches."

Mo Qing: "..." She sounds like a quack doctor.

"But every time I get a headache, a little memory appears in my mind." Jiang Ke said slowly and slowly, "According to my guess, it's Jiang Yan's memory."

"Does this prove that you are not him?" Mo Qing frowned.

Jiang Yan's memory appeared here in Jiang Ke.

Isn't it more important to prove that the two of them are very likely... to be the same person?

"Hmm. Normally, you would probably think that I am him." Jiang Ke looked at the subtle changes in Mo Qing's expression and felt a sour taste in his heart.

Mo Qing asked: "What's the reason for your contrary speculation?"

Jiang Ke said coldly: "There's no reason. I still don't feel familiar with him in his memory. It's just like those memories that were fabricated out of thin air for more than 20 years."

Mo Qing was slightly startled.

Jiang Ke's tone was slightly serious: "The memory that appears to me does not mean anything. No matter how real the memory is, my feelings tell me that I am just a bystander. I have nothing to do with Jiang Yan."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Mo Qing asked: "Your intuition?"

"When memory cannot be trusted, you can only trust intuition." Jiang Ke did not deny it.

"Okay." Mo Qing did not argue with him, but just followed his train of thought and analyzed, "Based on your intuition, you feel that you are a substitute and a container. When Jiang Yan's memory is fully recovered, you..."

She said no more.

Jiang Ke continued for her: "Maybe it disappeared, maybe it merged with him, or maybe it was something else."

"..."

Although Mo Qing was an extraordinary person and had experienced a lot, this kind of speculation was beyond her common sense.

Rebirth under a shell?

Create a stand-in?

Can Jiang Yan do it?

Mo Qing was not sure.

However, one thing Mo Qing knew was that after the end of the great cause, Jiang Yan began to investigate the "source of the mysterious stone" and always wanted to find out the connection between "the mysterious stone and her".

This is also the original intention of establishing the Eighth Base.

However, Mo Qing didn't know what Jiang Yan found out later.

Mo Qing remained silent.

Jiang Ke stood up straight and stepped up: "Let's go first."

Mo Qing came back to her senses and followed behind without saying a word, sorting out her messy thoughts.

*

When the two entered Jiang Ke's room, Yin Lin had not yet woken up.

Mo Qing followed the same method and injected Yin Lin's body with an injection. Within a few seconds, Yin Lin woke up.

"ah--"

Yin Lin suddenly sat up.

Then, when he saw Jiang Ke and Mo Qing, he seemed to be frightened. He immediately huddled up and hugged himself into a corner.

Jiang Ke glanced at Mo Qing: "You scared him."

Mo Qing glanced over: "Aren't you?"

Jiang Ke pushed her aside, then walked to the bed, approached Yin Lin, and asked, "Who am I?"

Yin Lin raised his dirty face.

His cloudy eyes suddenly became bright when he saw Jiang Ke.

"Mr. Jiang." Yin Lin recognized him and shouted repeatedly, "Mr. Jiang."

"whispering sound."

Mo Qing, who was standing in front of the window with his arms folded, snorted with disdain.

Jiang Ke glanced at her.

Mo Qing turned away and looked out the window.

Yin Lin seemed to have great trust in Jiang Ke. Under Jiang Ke's comfort, his mood slowly calmed down.

After about ten minutes of touching, Jiang Ke finally turned the topic to more serious matters: "Did you release the mouse last night?"

"Yes, I did it." Yin Lin nodded hurriedly and admitted directly without hiding anything, "Mr. Jiang, your story cannot be known to others. I know it, I know it."

"So you want to scare away the crew?" Jiang Ke asked.

"Yes, yes, scare them away, scare them away." Yin Lin nodded and said happily, "Just scare them away, just scare them away."

Jiang Ke saw that his thinking was still clear, so he continued to ask: "What did you do?"

Yin Lin's description is very confusing.

However, what came out of his mouth were all trivial things that were not harmful enough and only had a frightening effect on the crew.

After listening intermittently for half an hour, Mo Qing, who was leaning against the wall, felt sleepy and yawned.

Jiang Ke looked in her direction.

Mo Qing folded her arms and leaned her head against the window frame. Her eyelids drooped and her slender eyelashes were thick and long. A breeze lifted her hair, revealing her long white neck.

Anyway, that’s about it.

Jiang Ke stood up, picked up the breakfast he had brought for Yin Lin, and reached out to help Yin Lin: "I will take you to another room."

Yin Lin didn't quite understand what he meant, but he didn't resist Jiang Ke's action.

Mo Qing's head lost weight and he suddenly raised it, eyes half-opened: "Are you done asking?"

Jiang Ke explained: "I will take him to another room. You can rest here for a while."

Mo Qing was very sleepy: "Oh."

After Jiang Ke left with Yin Lin, Mo Qing glanced at the two beds.

There were two beds, one of which had been slept on by Yin Lin. The quilt was rolled up into a ball and stained with some dirt and blood. It was really hard to see.
To be continued...