"Jiang Musheng, hurry up, don't try to delay time." The young man said indifferently, he seemed to be more eager than anyone else to confirm the identity of the man in front of him.

This man's words were obviously recognized by others.

Jiang Musheng stared at him and nodded with a smile, "Okay."

The young man was a little confused by this word. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Jiang Musheng's look at him just now seemed to have some deep meaning. But think about it, even if he really understood the situation, what can he do to him?

Thinking about it, his heart settled down.

Jiang Musheng took two steps forward, then crossed his hands and took off his shirt. His movements were very neat and quick, without even a little delay.

Almost the moment he took off his clothes, all eyes were instantly focused on him.

Qin Hongfei also looked over, her eyes slightly condensed -

wounds?

No... there are no wounds, but it can't be said that there are no wounds. There are some, but they are all new scars, left today, or just before, which couldn't be clearer.

There are scars on the naked upper body and lower abdomen, but the color looks very new, and it is estimated that the wounds have not been there for a long time -

and apart from that, there are no wounds on the shoulders, back, and other places. There are only wounds on the arms.

Qin Hongfei thought, if she hadn't heard from the head about the scars on Jiang Musheng's body, she would have almost believed that this man had no wounds on his body and covered up the scars?

As for Ji Fu,

looking at Jiang Musheng's almost smooth skin except for his arms, a trace of disbelief flashed across his face: "This is impossible!"

Jiang Musheng looked at him leisurely, "What's impossible? It's impossible that I have no injuries? It was originally your nonsense fantasy, what if I am Chuxiao..." He laughed, "If I were Chuxiao, how could such an upright person like Chuxiao hide his identity for more than ten years and ignore his wife and children? Doesn't that go against his ideals and humanity? Ji Fu, Ji Fu, you can make up anything to stir up people's hearts."

Ji Fu's face twisted, this shouldn't be, his eyes suddenly fixed on the wound on his lower abdomen, "Where did this wound come from?"

Jiang Musheng lowered his head and looked at it. He glanced at her and said, "This one was injured by you when I went into the city to look for Qin Yun's whereabouts. It's only been a few months... As for this one, it was left by Li Changchao before. Oh, by the way, I have another one behind me. Do you want me to tell you the origin in detail? But it's been too long, so I may not be very accurate..."

Ji Fu didn't listen to his nonsense and stared at his legs, "What about the knee..."

Jiang Musheng looked at him and simply lifted up his trouser legs. The knee was intact, without any traces of old injuries. Then, without waiting for Ji Fu to say anything, he raised his arm again, turned around, and smiled, "Do you want me to shave my hair and take a look at my skull?"

Ji Fu frowned tightly.

This is impossible -

if it's not dawn, it's unreasonable.

Suddenly, his expression changed, "Did you disguise your skin?"

Jiang Musheng glanced at him, and was very decisive. He

directly took water from the spot and poured it on himself thoroughly. The water dripped down his hair, but there was no change on his body.

Ji Fu said slowly, "The research institute has a reputation. What if he used some medicine that will not fall off when it touches water..."