Reincarnation - Lord Is Extremely Hardcore Chapter 56 Part3

The white pigeon landed on the table, its black eyes darting from plate to plate, as if torn on what to start on first.

Mu Rulan took a piece of cake and brought it to the pigeon's mouth. The bird opened its mouth to take it.

Mm, it didn't look too picky. Translated by The Novelst

Mu Rulan smiled in satisfaction, remembering a man who was very particular about his food. She thought it must have been hard to raise someone like that.

Knock knock, sounded the wooden door.

"Please come in," said Mu Rulan.

The door was pushed opened softly and a gentle breeze blew in, bringing with it a faint, minty scent.

The person she had just been thinking of appeared. She smiled happily, "I knew it was you, Teacher Mo."

Mo Qianren was disturbed by that sudden smile and paused at the doorway.

"Miss Mo seems very happy to see me?" Mo Qianren said, walking closer to her. When he saw the pigeon by her side, surprise flashed through his eyes.

"That's right," Mu Rulan answered with a smile.

He had just said it casually, but he never expected her response. He was doubtful, "Why?"

She didn't reply. She held the spoon to silently begin eating her porridge.

Mo Qianren leaned against the desk, also wordless.

He noticed something, straightening to get nearer to her.

The bed she was sitting on was wheeled, so she suddenly felt her bed being pushed to the side. As she raised her head, Mo Qianren moved away from the stand, bringing along the needle to the other side of her bed.

"Give me your hand," he said, holding the neglected needle that was dripping liquid onto the floor.

She blinked before stretching out her left hand. The IV had been in her right hand, but using that hand now for the IV would be inconvenient because she was eating.

He was expressionless as usual as he skillfully found the vein on the back of her hand and disinfected the area before inserting the needle and applying a bandage.

Mu Rulan would probably say that ever since her rebirth, the largest question mark in her life was probably the person standing before her: Mo Qianren.

Who was he? What did he do; was he a policeman or a detective? Why was he keeping such a close watch on her? Was he trying to catch her in the act, or was it something else?

She didn't know the answers to any of these questions, but strangely, she didn't feel irritated or uneasy.

She couldn't see through him.

Just as Mo Qianren was unable to see through her.

Mu Rulan withdrew her gaze and continued to eat. The pigeon across from her would sometimes let out a peep peep, and Mu Rulan poured some water into a spoon for the pigeon to drink.

It seemed to be satisfied. After it finished the water, it didn't look like it was going to leave.

After Mu Rulan put down her spoon, her sense for danger that had been silent began to tingle.

"Has Mr. Mo always been so gentle with suspects?" She wiped her mouth and began the conversation.

Finally, she was not addressing him as a teacher. The way she addressed him had been very odd.

Mo Qianren's gaze sharpened into one that would make even hardened criminals tremble inside, feeling that their very souls were being dissected.

 "The case of the hauntings in Jin Biaohu's room - it was all an act, set up by you." Mo Qianren's tone revealed nothing.

It was a statement and not a question. Translated by The Novelst

Mu Rulan smiled, looking at him. "Were you able to find any evidence?"

"It's not difficult to find evidence about this," he said. As long as he was determined to investigate, it was quite easy to find enough to prove her guilty.

Even if Mu Rulan didn't behind any hair or fingerprints, there were too many people at the hospital. Mu Rulan was very attractive - who knew if someone had been watching her the entire time? Maybe someone could have seen her when she was walking around calculating the angles and hiding things in the bushes.

"Does that mean Mr. Mo doesn't have the intention to look further into this matter?" That it wasn't too difficult to find evidence - it could be interpreted that he deliberately did not unearth the evidence.

Mu Rulan raised her brows, smiling broadly.

He furrowed his brows, feeling that the smile on her place was a little unpleasant. Was she in such a good mood? She had been smiling the entire time.

"That morning you were in the courtyard of the hospital - it wasn't because you wanted to see the sunset, but rather that you were searching for a suitable place to rig your contraption?" He would never let others take the lead when he was interrogating.

Mu Rulan lowered her eyes, continuing to smile without responding. He couldn't see what she was thinking

"From Jin Moli to Jin Biaohu, you planned every step so carefully. There's only one thing I want to know: when you rescued a child and had to be hospitalized, was it all a part of your plan to rig that ghost to scare Jin Biaohu, or did you suddenly come up with the idea when you rescued the child?"

At the end, his voice had turned a little aggressive and forceful in his urgency for an answer.

Mu Rulan turned to him, seeing that his gaze was still sharp like he could pierce her body, making her heart tremble. A sour feeling inexplicably grew inside her…

The two looked at each other for a long while. After that, she slowly s.h.i.+fted her eyes to look outside the window, seeming to s.p.a.ce out a little.

Mo Qianren saw that she had no intention to speak, and stood up to walk to the door, eyes frosty.

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