12 High School Campus Beauty Qin Xiaoyou (1/2)
Mo Wen's Heavenly Hand was mostly used to save people and very rarely used to kill. This didn't mean that he was unable to kill though. If he were still in his old world, Mo Wen would have killed off the two delinquents who conspired to kill and rob. However, things were different in this society. There was a proper legal system and it was frowned upon to casually kill people. Even though he could mask the killings with an indeterminable cause of death, it would be better to have one less thing to worry about. Spending that much effort on those troublemakers just wasn't worth it.
After he effortlessly broke all the bones in the bodies of the two delinquents, Mo Wen found a phone while patting them down and called the police. Whatever happened next was left to the police to handle. Just by the looks of the two, Mo Wen thought they had already committed a number of crimes and could even be wanted by the police already.
Mo Wen also found about ten thousand dollars in cash while patting their bodies down. Although it was a lot of money, the bank notes were haphazardly stuffed together instead of being neatly stacked. It was clear that they were stolen.
Mo Wen's kept calm with a straight face as he casually took the money and his it in his own pocket. He didn't feel a bit of remorse as he was very poor so it could be viewed as charity. Even though the tuition for Hua Xia University had been completely footed, Mo Wen still had to pay for meals by himself. Ten thousand dollars meant he would not have to worry about food for at least a year.
Clapping his hands together, Mo Wen left the forest completely unaffected person. Not long after, police walked into the forest with their flashlights, lifted the two robbers into the police car, and sped off.
Clear, bright rays shone down in the chilly moonlight. Mo Wen leisurely laid in the park on a long bench by the lake. With his eyes wide open, he gazed at the stars in the sky. His eyes were a little blurry and it was unclear what he was thinking about.
Mo Wen realized that after reincarnating, it wasn't just his memories that had changed, but also his personality. If it was the old him facing up against such wicked delinquents, then the situation would not have been settled so simply. He would have kept watch until the police arrived and followed them back to the station to give his statement. Also, he definitely wouldn't have dared to steal ten thousand dollars.
Perhaps his mindset had shifted now, resulting in a different viewpoint. Regardless, he was no longer the Mo Wen from before.
He sighed lightly as he did not know what the ultimate fate of the miracle physician, Mo Wen, would be. In other words, he did not know what his eventual fate in this lifetime would be; if he would survive through the foggy forest; whether or not he would be able to save his one and only younger sister Mo Dong?
Mo We really wanted to know his ultimate fate and to return to the dream in order to regain his memory. He knew the dream wasn't over and probably had more to it. However, he had absolutely no clue how to reenter the dream again.
He stretched out his hand to retrieve the eighth trigram from his shirt pocket and the metal emanated a cyan coloured glow under the moonlight. After flipping it over for a while to observe, it seemed like a normal metal piece without nothing out of the ordinary.
Despite its ordinary appearance, Mo Wen was certain that everything was related to the eighth trigram. It was just that he was lacking a key, a key that could start up the eighth trigram.
That's right!
It suddenly occurred to Mo Wen that accidentally opening up the eighth trigram in the past was not an accident, but rather because he had fulfilled some criteria before it had opened or unknowingly stumbled upon the key.
”But what exactly was the key?” Mo Wen thought back and began to recall the events of that day.
At the time, Lao Zhang was suffering from an acute myocardial infarction. A group of people surrounded him and no one dared to step forward. Only Mo Wen and Shen Jing, a fellow doctor, had dared to step up.
The problem definitely stemmed from one of the three men, but the possibility that it originated with Mo Wen was slim. If not, why didn't the eighth trigram open when he had gotten hold of it before?
If not him, then that left Lao Zhang and Shen Jing. Mo Wen carefully thought it through before eliminating Lao Zhang from the possibility. Mo Wem had already gotten a hold of the eighth trigram for four to five days while living in the same work shed as Lao Zhang. Despite Lao Zhang's presence, there was no effect on the eighth trigram.
Shen Jing?
That's right, the eighth trigram had a reaction. It was the exact moment after Shen Jing had appeared. At that moment, Shen Jing was busy alleviating Lao Zhang's illness but Mo Wen had averted his focus onto Shen Jing. It was because Shen Jing's body was emanating an odd fragrance and that attracted his attention. Back then, he subconsciously took in a few breaths before suddenly entering that dream…
”Could Shen Jing be the key?”
Mo Wen's eyes gleamed with light but he closed up tightly right after once again. If Shen Jing was the key, then why did subsequent exchanges with Shen Jing and her body's fragrance have no effect on the eighth trigram?
Unknowingly, Mo Wen fell deep into thought again. The eighth trigram was a secret but he was missing the key that would open it up. The key remained a complicated and confusing mystery that he couldn't wrap his head around.