"Something happened! Jingsu's father, that lunatic, said he wanted to die with Jingsu!"

The schoolbag was put on his shoulder. Mo Qing paused for a moment, and tightened his fingers on the shoulder strap: "What's going on?"

Jiang Qiyi took a breath and spoke quickly: "I said I ran out of money and was harmed by Jing Su. As soon as we walked out of the teaching building, Jing Su's father rushed out and Jing Su was hit on the back of the head. His father had a knife.

I kidnapped Jingsu and took him to the old teaching building. Jingsu asked me to come to the canteen to find someone."

The school does not organize evening self-study, but makes an exception for senior high school students. After getting approval, they can stay in school to study, but they must leave before nine o'clock.

Today's exams are over, and we have to make up classes next. There are not many people left. At nine o'clock, all the teachers and students have left. Jiang Qiyi and Jing Su are a little late.

Unexpectedly, an accident happened at this moment.

"I'll go take a look." Mo Qing threw his schoolbag to Goblin.

Jiang Qiyi was frightened by her calm attitude and asked Goblin: "Where are we?"

Goblin said without hesitation: "Of course I will follow."

Mo Qing's walking posture was neither hasty nor slow. It looked very slow, but in fact it was very fast.

Goblin and Jingsu chased after each other until they were out of breath, but could not catch up, and the distance became further and further away.

"Can humans walk so fast?" Jiang Qiyi was confused.

Goblin patted the back of his head: "What are you thinking? We are walking too slowly."

is that so?

Jiang Qiyi had self-doubt.

…

When Mo Qing arrived in front of the old teaching building, Jiang Qiyi and Goblin were lagging far behind.

She looked up at the teaching building and caught a glimpse of light from a window on the second floor. She twisted her neck and was too lazy to run up the stairs. She jumped up, passing through the wall like a ghost, and passed through several footholds.

, like the wind.

later.

Jiang Qiyi stood still and rubbed his eyes. He blinked and then rubbed his eyes again.

Jiang Qiyi turned his head, a little shocked: "Why did I see her jump to the second floor?"

Goblin was confused: "Who is it?"

"Mo Qing!"

"Are you too worried about Jingsu and hallucinating?" Goblin looked at Jiang Qiyi seriously.

Jiang Qiyi: "..."

Yeah?

*

Old teaching building, second floor.

Jingsu's father went crazy, beating Jingsu on the ground, punching him one after another, with great force and no mercy.

Jingsu was already unconscious.

He couldn't even feel the pain anymore.

"Tell me, where is the prescription!" Jingsu's father grabbed his collar with both hands and roared at him.

Jingsu retained the only trace of consciousness: "I don't know what you are talking about."

After he finished speaking, he was greeted by another messy and dense fist.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

"If it wasn't you, why would my money be taken away?"

"Where's the prescription? My prescription!"

"Go to hell!"

…

Jingsu's father roared crazily.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the dilapidated window. At the same moment, there was only a "bang" sound, and the window frame and glass were kicked away and fell into the classroom.

When Jingsu's father saw this, his whole body felt a sense of crisis. Without stopping for a second, he subconsciously grabbed Jingsu and grabbed a knife on the ground.

Mo Qing's eyes turned cold, and a stone flew out of his hand and landed accurately on Jingsu's father's hand.

Jingsu's father gave up his hand in pain, and the knife he picked up fell to the ground with a clear sound.

But he reacted quickly. While locking Isu's throat with his elbow, he raised the lighter and a flame jumped out.

He shouted at Mo Qing: "Don't come over!"

Taking a closer look, he found that the person standing at the window was a girl, and he was a little surprised. However, he did not lower his guard at all.

He is not a fool.

This was the second floor. Anyone who suddenly appeared at the window, regardless of gender or age, had some skills. What's more, her school uniform and her skills reminded him of the person who beat him last time.

Mo Qing squatted half-crouched at the window, raised his eyes, holding a blade in his hand, and said in a cold tone: "What do you want?"

The smell of gasoline filled the air.

Mo Qing's eyes moved slightly, and he looked around the classroom and found that the discarded tables and chairs piled up in the corner were covered with gasoline, while Izuku's father was just next to the debris.

As long as his hand shakes or he comes even slightly close to the gasoline, it may cause a fire.

"Prescription! Give me the prescription!" Jingsu's father shouted frantically.

Jumping down from the window, Mo Qing straightened his body and clapped his hands.

The weather is good tonight, the moon is high in the sky, the light is like water covering the ground, and wisps of light are falling in through the window. Mo Qing walks in the light and shadow, approaching the corner step by step.

Dust particles swirled in the air, and her long hair blew softly in the wind, as light as an elf.

"Don't come over!" Jingsu's father was angry and nervous, and roared at Mo Qing.

Mo Qing stopped and asked quietly: "I will give you the prescription, and you will let him go?"

Jingsu's father hesitated for a moment.

This was not planned in advance and had no purpose, but was an impulsive and blood-driven behavior. The original intention was to perish together with Jingsu.

Mo Qing's nasal voice was soft: "Huh?"

"Go away," Jingsu's father shook the lighter and stared at Mo Qing with his bloodshot eyes. "If you come one step closer, I will die with him! You will die too!"

"Yeah?"

Mo Qing tilted his head.

She raised her finger and the silver needle disappeared, replaced by a lighter.

With a "click" sound, the lighter burst into flames, swaying in the night wind.

"You," Jingsu's father's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed nervously, his voice trembling as he spoke, "What do you want to do?"

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Qing's lips: "I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with yourself, so I'll help you."

Jingsu's father's eyes suddenly opened wide, like bells: "You are crazy! You are crazy! Do you want to die together?!"

"Let's try it."

"Where is his life?!" Jingsu's father panicked and pointed at Jingsu, "Aren't you going to save him?!"

"He is your son, not my son."

Mo Qing lazily made a sound and threw the lighter in his hand forward.

The lighter spun twice in the air and fell onto the cluttered tables and chairs. In an instant, the flames licked the gasoline and ignited a long line, which turned into a sea of ​​​​fire in the blink of an eye.

Jingsu's father's hands and feet were so fast that he threw Jingsu down and tried to run away.

However, it could not stop the fire from spreading.

The front door was locked, and the back door was close to the table and chairs. Once the fire started, it blocked the way. Izuku's father was forced back by the fire and took off his clothes to put out the fire, but his coat also caught fire.

At the same time, Mo Qing raised Jing Su, who had already fallen into a coma.

As he went to the window, Mo Ting heard a scream. Looking back, he saw Jingsu's father fell to the ground, his pants were already burning, and he was rolling on the ground.

Mo Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally frowned impatiently, took two steps over, and kicked him in the back of the neck.

Jingsu's father passed out.

Mo Qing bent down, grabbed his back collar, and walked towards the window.

The moment he jumped up to the window, Mo Qing seemed to feel something. He raised his head keenly and looked at the rooftop of the laboratory building in the distance.

The moonlight is bright, and a figure stands on it, as black as ink, with flying hair, seeming to be integrated with the building.

Mo Qing's eyes paused.
To be continued...