After putting the analyzed scratch paper into the shredder, after confirming that there is no residue, Mo Shangyun turned off the light in the study and went back to his side to rest.
In fact, she didn't rest much, and her mind was full of complicated clues, which made her a little insomnia.
the next day.
Being half-crippled, Mo Shangyun didn't slack off either. He got up on time at 5:30, tidied up his side bed, then put on the short-sleeved trousers he washed and dried yesterday, and went out.
Yan Tianxing didn't seem to want to see her, and it was rare to see him not leaving the bedroom at seven o'clock.
Mo Shangyun put breakfast on the dining table as a thank you gift after staying here for one night, and then went straight downstairs after answering his uncle's call.
She didn't send a message to Yan Tianxing to leave until she got in the car.
However, Yan Tianxing did not respond.
"Why are you injured every time I see you?"
In the driving position, a young and handsome man looked at Mo Shangyun in the back seat and asked with some humor.
Mo Linzhu, 32 years old, is almost 20 years younger than his eldest brother Mo Cang, and is considered an old child in the Mo family.
Now in business, starting a business alone, young and promising, but still single.
After careful calculation, the last time Mo Shangjun saw him was in July three years ago, when she was injured and hospitalized, and Mo Linzhu was responsible for arranging her various affairs.
Mo Shangjun was a little embarrassed, and defended: "This time it is not a 'one suit'."
"You have to cut off your hand to be considered a 'one body'?" Mo Linzhu quipped as he started the car.
"… "
Mo Shangyun really couldn't take it anymore.
"Your friend lives here?"
While speaking, Mo Linzhu had already driven the car out of the water and clouds.
"Um."
"Male or female?" Mo Linzhu continued to ask, "Why didn't you come to see you off and let you go downstairs as a lame man?"
"… "
It can't be said that he did it by himself, Mo Shangjun kept silent again.
Knowing Mo Shangyun's temperament that never suffers, Mo Linzhu couldn't help laughing and said, "Has anyone died this time?"
Mo Shangyun suddenly raised his head, and after a moment of stunnedness, he shook his head and said, "No."
"What do you do without your crying face?"
After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun simply sighed, "I'm lost in love."
This unexpected reply really frightened the battle-hardened Mo Linzhu, and immediately stepped on the brakes.
Mo Shangyun sat slanted in the back seat, with one injured leg on the other two seats, and she didn't even buckle her seat belt. The sudden braking almost didn't make her fall directly. Fortunately, she was still agile. The backrest of the driver's seat has stabilized.
Just as he was about to complain, he saw Mo Linzhu turned his head as if he had seen a ghost, "What did you say?"
"I'm lost in love."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, repeating it extremely refreshingly.
She lifted the brim of her hat, showing an expression of feigned sadness.
This half-truth and half-false appearance made Mo Linzhu really difficult to determine, so he pretended to look at Mo Shangyun in comfort, "It's okay, Uncle will invite you to a big meal at noon."
"Aren't you going to work?" Mo Shangjun asked.
"The boss said that the company is on holiday."
"… "
Mo Shangyun silently glanced at Mo Linzhu who was the boss.
As a boss, being so condescending...
Mo Shangyun, who was said to have followed this uncle's temper since childhood, was speechless to Mo Linzhu, who was so condescending.
Sitting back steadily, Mo Linzhu continued to drive and said at the same time, "Your mother called me last night and said she was going to play with you for a few days and wait for your dad to come back."
"… it's not good?"
Mo Shangyun was a little bit resistant.
"Are you afraid of bothering your uncle, or afraid that you won't be able to recover from your injuries, or maybe you're afraid that an old man like me won't get into your eyes?" Mo Linzhu teased.
Mo Shangyun touched his nose.
Having said all that, she was really embarrassed to find another reason.
Mo Shangjun stayed in the capital for four days.
Mo Linzhu also played with her for two days, but no matter what she did, she was extremely considerate. At least when she was listening to music, she would only find other things to divert her attention and not get angry with her.
However, Mo Shangyun was also quite absent-minded.
On the afternoon of the third day, after Mo Cang came back, he rarely took time to call Mo Shangjun to meet him at home.
So, Mo Linzhu sent her home before dark.
"Your dad's in the study." Mo Linzhu didn't mean to enter the house when she took her to the door. He raised his hand and patted her head, "Your mother told her not to quarrel, or she would have to come back to clean up the mess."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun pressed the brim of his hat,
Mo Linzhu smiled and looked at her black baseball cap, "Take it off."
"… "
After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun raised his hand to grab the brim of the hat and took off the hat.
Mo Linzhu gave her a look, meaning "good luck", and then said goodbye and left.
His car was parked at the door, and he took a few steps to get there, and he got into the car in the blink of an eye.
Mo Shangyun turned around, opened the door with the password, and walked in.
This is a small villa on the third floor and the study is on the second floor.
After walking up to the second floor, Mo Shangyun found the door of the study.
The door was not closed tightly, but there was a small crack. Mo Shangyun just wanted to raise her hand to knock on the door, when she heard footsteps coming from the door. Her knocking on the door paused, and the door was quickly opened by the people inside.
It was not Mo Cang, but a young man in military uniform with two bars and two stars on his shoulders. He looked in his early thirties. The other party gave her a surprised look, and then nodded at her.
Mo Shangyun nodded slightly.
The young man walked out of the study, and before leaving, he glanced at Mo Shangyun in amazement.
Mo Shangyun didn't care, and pushed the door directly in.
As soon as the door opened, what caught my eye was a straight figure standing beside the bookshelf, dressed in army uniform, with a conspicuous Venus on his shoulders, clearly in his early fifties, sitting in the office all year round, but there was still no sign of normal middle-aged people's fatness. , meticulous, did not affect the image of the soldier in the slightest. Just a silhouette, at first glance, it looks like a young man in his thirties.
Can-
What Mo Shangyun cared about was the two stars wrapped by olive branches on Mo Cang's shoulders.
"Congratulations."
Mo Shangyun's eyes were fixed on his epaulette.
Putting the folder away, Mo Cang, who had known that she had returned, turned around and suddenly heard these two people. After noticing Mo Shangyun's gaze, he realized what she was referring to.
Soon, Mo Shangyun appropriately looked away and looked at the handsome face that was somewhat similar to Mo Shangshuang.
A pair of enchanting couples, over fifty years old, still look like thirty years old, the years have always been merciful to them.
"What's the matter with me?" Mo Cang looked at her, then turned and walked towards the desk.
"Black Hawk."
Without moving, Mo Shangyun stared at his figure closely and spit out two words word by word.
Hearing the sound, Mo Cang's footsteps stopped suddenly.
Turning away, Mo Cang frowned at her, his tone suddenly cold, "Besides, say something else."
"The people from Black Eagle have come to me." Mo Shangjun continued, "I didn't interfere, they came to me."
Looking at Mo Shangyun's injured foot, Mo Cang asked coldly, "What are they doing for you?"
"I want to know too." Mo Shangyun shrugged.
She didn't tell Mo Cang about the 'that person' because she didn't know her identity. At that time, she was hospitalized for a long time, and Mo Cang didn't ask anyone to ask her, just the simplest investigation.
Until now, Mo Cang didn't necessarily know.
Frowning his brows and thinking for a while, Mo Cang stared at her a few times, then continued to walk to the desk, "Come here."
Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, then walked over with a cane.
Mo Cang walked to the desk, but instead of sitting down on the chair beside him, he opened a drawer on the right and took out a portfolio.
—It is not a formal file bag, there is no sticker anyway, but a very ordinary file bag, the kind that can be opened at will.
Mo Cang took out two photos and put them on the table beside him.
Mo Shangyun, who had only approached at this moment, glanced down at the two photos, and immediately frowned—
Two photos of a man and a woman.
The man is clearly the man, a black trench coat with a raised collar, mysterious and unpredictable.
The woman, she didn't know, was young and beautiful, with a slender figure, black leather jacket and leather pants, and a cold temperament.
"This is the data."
Mo Cang took out two more pieces of paper and put them aside, allowing Mo Shangyun to look at it himself.
Mo Shangyun knitted his brows tightly, stared at the two pieces of paper, and finally picked them up.
Black Hawk, Black-hawk, is called B in the mercenary world. H. , the newly established mercenary group five years ago, has participated in several relatively large international events, so it has gradually become famous.
Two leaders, a man and a woman, the man's code name is H, and the woman's code name is B.
Beginning half a year ago, the leader H has been active in Dongguo'an City, and the purpose is still unknown.
The second one is a detailed report on the "hostage-taking incident" of Black Eagle in Xiaoling three years ago, which is also familiar to Mo Shangyun.
It was discovered due to smuggling and hijacked the people on a bus. On the way to the hijacking, several retired special forces broke through the rear, and then negotiated - the final result was that the hostages were rescued, but several retired special forces were buried. In a pre-planned explosion.
When she saw the first piece of paper, Mo Shangyun could understand why she saw that person in the explosion three years ago.
But, surprisingly—
She is calm.
It's been three years, and I've planned for the worst, but that's all there is to it.
It can be said that she was fully psychologically prepared in advance to wait for such a news.
Even in the living room of Yan Tianxing's house last night, she calculated with the scratch paper and got such an answer.
Mo Shangyun calmly put down the paper.
Even she herself was surprised at the calmness at the moment, so calm that there was no fluctuation in her heart.
"Next, tell me about you."
Mo Cang pulled out a chair, sat down, and said calmly to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun glanced at him, and then at his gesture, he also sat down, sitting face to face with Mo Cang.
The only person who can tell her story is Mo Cang.
At the very least, now—
Only Mo Cang.
014. The Master of the Wulin League [Three Changes]