In mid-October, the weather turned cooler, and the small town was filled with the scent of autumn.

Not far from the town police station, leaning against a rusty iron gate, stood a breathtakingly beautiful person.

Wearing a simple white long-sleeved shirt and black loose pants, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a black backpack, he looked lazy and casual.

His eyes gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

The security guard at the gate saw this and exclaimed in surprise, "Well, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xi raised her finely-drawn eyebrows slightly, slowly turned her head away, and said in a flat voice, "I didn't cause any trouble."

"If you weren't causing trouble, why would you come here? It's been two years since we last saw each other." The old man glanced at him, clearly not believing the words.

Mo Xi stood there, slouching and looking straight ahead with a cold, emotionless gaze. She didn't speak any further.

Seeing this, the old man sighed and put on his reading glasses. He picked up the newspaper on the table and started to read it.

In a little while, a middle-aged man walked out of the police station and stood before her: “Mo Xi, when did you arrive?”

The middle-aged man is the head of the Ling family, one of the three prominent families in Bai City, named Ling Yikang.

The information I received a week ago has been waiting here.

Mo Xi switched hands to hold her backpack, glanced at him with an emotionless face, and spoke in a flat voice: "An hour ago."

"Mm." Ling Yikang nodded in response, "Now or tomorrow?"

Mo Xi fell silent for a moment, then straightened slightly: "Now."

"Then you wait here, I'll finish my things here and go with you."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the police station.

Mo Xi glanced at Ling Yikang's back and said nothing.

***

Second floor office of the police station.

The man standing by the window was dressed in a black suit, looking elegant and handsome. He seemed like a noble jade tree bathed in wind.

This is the deputy director who just joined the police station half a month ago, Yi Zhihao.

"You said this girl is related to Ling Yikang? He's been here for almost a week, besides you and me, he's only spoken to her." He glanced at the man curled up on the sofa.

A man in a black shirt and black long pants, leaning languidly on the sofa, with porcelain-white skin and handsome features, held a cigarette between his slender fingers. He stared at her face for a while, then let out a low chuckle: "Still beautiful."

"Click," the door opened.

Ling Yi Kang walked in from outside, glanced at the two men in the office: "I have something to do, I'll leave first. When are you going back?"

Saying that, he picked up a few files and put them into his bag.

Yi Zhihao looked at him anxiously: "What's the matter, why are you so flustered?"

"So I went to kowtow to two people, in a hurry."

After he finished speaking, Ling Yikang walked out of the office.

Yi Zhihao looked at his back, tsked, and then glanced at the man on the sofa: "What did you just say?"

At that moment, Ling Yikang had just opened the door when he couldn't hear clearly.

Quan Hao flicked his cigarette ash and languidly said, "It's nothing. Since Ling Yikang has gone back, we should also leave."

"Back to the capital?" Yi Zhihao sat down in a chair.

Quan Hao watched as the car belonging to Ling Yikang drove away downstairs. His eyes narrowed slightly, "Let's go to Baicheng."

***

Ling Yikang stopped at the foot of a mountain, carrying Mo Xi.

Taking a few bags from the trunk, the two set off up the mountain.

Soon, the two of them stopped in front of two tombstones.

Mo Xi gazed at the two tombstones side by side before her, her black eyes growing dim.

Two tombstone slabs bore the names "Mo Honglang" and "Yu Yixuan", father and mother respectively.

Mo Honglang died eight years ago, and his tombstone is clearly old.

Yu Yi Xuan passed away two years ago. At that time, it was arranged for Ling Yikang to bury her here.

Mo Xi knelt before two tombstones with no expression on her face, burning paper money.

Ling Yikang was helping to clear the weeds.

After burning the paper money, Mo Xi stared at the tombstone for a long while before slowly speaking: "Mo Yu is still alive. I'll bring him to see you next time."

The two people stayed at the graveyard for about half an hour before leaving.

In the car, Ling Yikang glanced at the back seat from the rearview mirror where "Go see your aunt?" was sitting listlessly.

Mo Xi changed to a more comfortable position and hummed softly in agreement.

Twenty minutes later.

The small car slowly stopped in front of a building.

Ling Yikang took out some supplements and daily necessities from the trunk.

Follow in Moxie's footsteps and go up.

Mo Xi has the key, opens the door, and there's no one in the hall.

He walked into the room, but didn't see anyone. He frowned slightly and said nothing.

Ling Yi Kang looked on, and didn't dare to speak. He turned and knocked on his neighbor's door.

He was polite and gave the other person a slight bow: "Hello, do you know where the elderly man next door went?"

The neighbor glanced at him, seeing that he was still polite, and then seriously said, "He was taken away by someone two months ago, I think it was someone from the Bai Cheng Mo family."

Ling Yikang thanked him and went back to tell the one who was lazily sitting on the sofa.

Upon hearing this, Mo Xi slightly raised an eyebrow, then calmly stood up: "Let's go."

Ling Yikang followed behind: “Should we check, just in case? I’ve been keeping an eye on the Mo family. It’s impossible they’re with the Mo family, but I don’t know where they might have taken him.”

Mo Xi's face was expressionless, her brows slightly narrowed, and she pursed her lips before saying, "Investigate."

If the Mohism were really Mo Jiying, they wouldn't mind dealing with them right now.

Ling Yikang replied a few times, "Should we go to my house now?"

Mo Xi half-closed her eyes, pondered for a moment, and hummed in agreement.

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