Almighty male god of god-level selection system

If he were really that good, he would have been invited to tea by the Academy of Sciences.

"hehe."

The thief smiled, carefully selected a picture, and said, "Okay, let everyone see what you, a liar, are capable of."

Lin Fan frowned slightly, glanced at the place that the thief had deliberately blocked, and the answer appeared in his mind.

The reason why he dared to utter big words was because he was absolutely sure.

"Ding, the god-level detection skill is activated and is being scanned..."

As the system prompt sounded, Lin Fan's eyes glowed with light.

And this scene cannot be seen by the people around you.

Under the influence of the skill, countless Arabic numerals and English letters scattered like garbled codes, and were combined in parallel in an instant, eventually forming a series of regular numbers.

"SQ727874..."

The moment Lin Fan opened his mouth, the thief's expression changed continuously.

First it was red with excitement, then pale, and finally turned green!

Because what Lin Fan said was not only accurate, but also extremely fast. It was obvious that he had already memorized it.

"No, I don't believe it!"

The thief swallowed, but still couldn't cry without seeing the coffin. He changed another one and asked: "What about this one?"

Lin Fan curled his lips slightly, and his tone revealed amusement: "SQ839245..."

The thief's heart skipped a beat, and he finally understood that he was going to be unlucky today.

This is not an ordinary person. It is clearly a machine more terrifying than a computer!

In desperation, the thief suppressed his blush and plunged into the crowd with the money without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, just as he bent down to run away, he suddenly felt a numbness in his neck.

To be precise, there is still a burning smell in the air.

"ah!"

The thief's scream broke the silence.

Before the 20,000 yuan was warmed up, Lin Fan dusted it off and pocketed it.

It is estimated that the police will arrive in a while.

Seeing Lin Fan's pristine face and his unworldly demeanor, the crowd couldn't help but give way.

Those who had doubted and scolded Lin Fan earlier withdrew their heads with red faces and never dared to show their heads again.

"Well, I got the money back."

Looking at the pretty red-faced Jiang Rou, Lin Fan put the money into her hand with a smile.

He understood that this amount of money might not mean anything to him, but it was Jiang Rou's hard-earned money saved bit by bit through frugality.

The thief was actually right, but the waiter was not him, but Jiang Rou.

"Lin Fan, thank you."

Jiang Rou's voice was choked. Looking at Lin Fan's faint smile, she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

She was so excited that she could not speak.

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Fan smiled and patted her shoulder, trying to calm the little girl down.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

The warm atmosphere was ruined. Jiang Rou nodded to apologize, but still quickly picked up her phone.

When she saw the person on the caller ID, the girl subconsciously opened her beautiful eyes and at the same time, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Kang, Doctor Kang, what's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone was a middle-aged man, who said in a low tone: "Ms. Jiang, I'm sorry, because the virus is spreading faster than expected, your mother's condition...sigh."

"What's wrong with my mother!"

Jiang Rou suddenly became anxious and out of breath.

Observing her worried expression, Lin Fan finally understood why Jiang Rou was so frowning all the time.

It turned out that it was related to her mother's illness.

And the phone call just now didn’t seem to be good news.