With the mentality of giving it a try, I followed the old site of Huichun Pavilion to have a look, but I didn't expect that Huichun Pavilion is still there.

There is a faint smell of medicinal herbs wafting out, and a dim yellow lamp is lit inside. The light makes the old furniture blurry, covering it with a layer of age.

When he walked to the door, Mo Qing looked inside without entering.

Standing behind the front desk was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing the uniform of the No. 1 High School Affiliated. He was thin but tall, with broken hair falling on his forehead, covering his cold eyebrows, and his complexion was abnormally pale. His whole body was full of a...

There is an air of world-weariness and laziness.

A middle-aged man with a beard stood opposite.

"You know the rules?" The young man's voice was calm and did not rise or fall.

"Know."

Middle-aged people are submissive.

So, the boy placed an object wrapped in cloth on the countertop, pressed it with his fingers, and pushed it over.

The middle-aged man carefully opened the cloth, picked up the item, tested it, and wrapped it in cloth. Then he took out a stack of money from his pocket and pushed it in front of the young man.

The boy took the money.

The middle-aged man put the items in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the door.

When he saw Mo Qing, he was startled and avoided looking at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing stepped forward and walked in. When she passed the middle-aged man, she seemed to bump into him accidentally. Then, she stopped slightly and looked back, only to see the back of the middle-aged man leaving in a hurry.

At this time, the young man looked up and noticed that Mo Qing was wearing the uniform of the Affiliated High School, and his expression was filled with disgust and irritation.

He said scornfully: "I just sent two away, and another one came. Isn't it popular nowadays to line up and chase each other at home to express love?"

"Made a gun privately," Mo Qing ignored his words, put an item on the table, narrowed his eyes, "Explain it."

What she placed on the table were the items that the middle-aged man had just taken away.

It was a gun made of cardboard, like a child's toy. However, only when it is actually used can one know its lethality.

"..." The young man was slightly startled, with a flash of surprise in his dark eyes, and then he became a little more vigilant. He looked calm and said lightly, "I am a medical clinic here. I want to investigate and go to the police."

Keep yourself clean.

Mo Qing asked: "Where are your elders?"

"Who are you?"

"Mo Qing."

"I don't know." The young man glanced at Mo Qing and said sarcastically, "Just go away. This kind of unconventional way of pursuing things doesn't work for me."

He tapped his fingers on the table and Mo Qing said slowly, "Think about it again."

"Oh."

The young man sneered.

No longer caring about her, the young man's eyes stayed on the homemade gun for a moment, then turned to get the medicine.

However, after grabbing a handful of medicinal materials, a light flashed in his mind, his hand shook, and the medicinal materials scattered all over the floor. He turned back in disbelief: "What's your name?"

Mo Qing looked at this face that looked like someone else, and said word by word: "Your great-aunt, Mo Qing."

"..."

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Chapter completed!