The national school idol is a girl

"Sir." Adjutant Zhang hurriedly walked in from the outside and slid his phone away. It was a picture that was secretly photographed. Although it was not very clear, he could tell from his body shape that the person who was photographed was Who is it?

Mr. Qin looked at the picture and frowned: "How did these people get to the paddle market?"

"No one reported it. They should have come to see the young master." Adjutant Zhang stood nearby: "After all, these people only listen to the young master's words."

Mr. Qin pinched his eyebrows: "Has this matter been reported?"

"It has been reported. It was said that he was cooperating with the crime squad. The young master's behavior was within the scope, but his attitude was a bit too much." When Adjutant Zhang said these words, he was still a little bit concealed.

Mr. Qin put down the things in his hands and said, "Isn't that a bit much?"

Adjutant Zhang stuttered and said, "Yes, the main reason is that the camouflage uniform is too eye-catching, but the young master has always been like this, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to take it off."

Mr. Qin raised his eyes and stood straight in military uniform: "He can't wear military uniform yet."

"As a psychological criminal expert, we can't do anything better than cooperating with the operation." Adjutant Zhang continued.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qin opened the drawer next to him. There was a golden spike embedded on his shoulder, which he had personally picked from his son.

"Sir..." Adjutant Zhang hesitated.

Mr. Qin paused for a moment: "Send the application to the top. It's time for him to come back."

"Does the young master accept it?" Adjutant Zhang didn't ask this for no reason. When he returned from the mission, some people suspected that the young master had been psychologically suggestive, saying that he shot innocent people with a gun and directly removed his Military rank.

He could never forget the young master at that time. He was covered in blood, and he didn't know what he had gone through. His wrist was injured, but it was nothing.

What makes people close their eyes and cannot forget is that he has never seen the young master cry.

But at that time, he knew very well that there were tears in the young master's eyes.

No one knows what happened.

But at that time, someone still wanted to hold him accountable.

The mission was accomplished by the young master alone.

But when he returned, he was met with doubts.

This is already the case, will the young master still accept it?

Master Qin raised his head: "He will accept it."

Adjutant Zhang opened his mouth.

"Even if he doesn't wear a military uniform, he is still a soldier." Mr. Qin raised his hand and signed the document: "If you are questioned, give up. Who taught him this?"

Adjutant Zhang was not talking.

Because he knew very well that the adults were right.

The young master, even when his wrists were bleeding when he was questioned, he still destroyed the strafing host at that time and rescued the hostages who had not been brainwashed.

This is what soldiers are.

That's probably why.

This time the border mission.

It would be most appropriate for the young master to go.

The same Adjutant Zhang also knew that most of those missions were a narrow escape.

He didn't dare tell his wife this.

Fortunately, I didn't go right away.

Adjutant Zhang called up the picture again: "I'm going to deal with it. This time, I hope the young master can catch the culprit of the girl's memorial ceremony, cut off those people's escape route, and carry out the next border mission."

A girl's memorial service is never as simple as it seems.

Hidden beneath that is the distortion of values ​​based on human nature and the hoarding of money to arm the force.

This is something they discovered only recently.

This cancer must be eliminated.

The wind outside is getting stronger and stronger.

Four sports cars gathered behind a pure black Land Rover.

One of them, staggered by the car body, drove forward, pressed the window, and wore a black Bluetooth headset on his ear: "Boss, where should we go next?"

"Looking for someone." Qin Mo slid the cell phone he took from Wang Chuanlei away, his voice still very light: "We won't take Bureau Wang with us anymore. We will hand him over to the serious crime team a hundred meters ahead to support him."

"Copy that!" The magician smiled and accelerated to overtake.

Just halfway through, he slowed down again, as if he had realized something, and looked at the silver-haired boy in the car: "Boss, why does this guy look familiar to me?"

Bo Jiu had met the magician before. At that time, she was a "staff member" in the cinema.

Qin Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the magician: "You admit your mistake, go and see him off."

Admit it? The magician was still frowning, but the next second he suddenly realized, could this be the one who bent the boss?

I wanted to stop and watch, but the boss gave me the order.

The magician regretfully stepped on the accelerator.

When the vehicle passed by, Wang Chuanlei finally had the opportunity to see the person in the vehicle. He thought countless times about what the person who broke their plan would look like.

But I never expected to see such a side face.

He was young and handsome, his silver hair was blown away, revealing the young man's eyes and the hands on the keyboard, which were slender, fair, and even a little frail.

But it happened to be such a pair of hands that manipulated the situation and reversed the situation.

Because at that moment, the boy's hand fell quickly, and the crisp sound of the keyboard, even if it only hit his ears for a moment, made Wang Chuanlei understand.

Qin Mo has an expert beside him who is capable of defeating Fan Jia.

And none of them noticed.

Even Fan Jia probably doesn't know who this person is.

A chess piece in their plan, the useless young master of the Fu family who only knows how to play games.

Vehicles pass by.

Four sports cars roared past one after another, forming a straight line.

The hunt hasn't stopped yet.

It was because Qin Mo glanced at the young man sitting next to him after sliding away his phone.

Seeing this, Bo Jiu adjusted the page and turned on signal tracking.

Now as long as the phone can be connected, Fanjia's location can be locked.

The tacit understanding between the two of them is still very good.

Qin Mo curled his thin lips and dialed the number.

On the other side, Fan Jia looked at the caller ID and was about to answer it.

She saw a piece of news appear on the screen not far away. She recognized the car in the picture.

Fanjia squinted heavily and looked at the caller ID on the screen. The hand that was about to press it suddenly stopped. After waiting for the ringtone to disappear, she quickly opened the previewer and entered a certain page with her mobile phone. page.

There was a group of people there, talking about a lot of things.

Some people say that the comments here are wrong and destructive, so don’t come.

Some people are quibbling, saying that they are just talking here, and others are here to point fingers, telling people who stay here to ignore those comments, because they are all here to cause trouble anyway.

Those who are quibbling are still talking about the arrest of one of their members, and feel that they are not wrong at all.

Most of the people in the quibbles were people who did not think that the plagiarist had plagiarized in the previous case.

When Fanjia absorbed these people, she knew that they had no ability to distinguish and would definitely become her seeds. Now the seeds have blossomed.

Maybe these people can help her.

After all, she had no idea what happened on the other end of the phone.

Fanjia began to inquire about the situation.

Someone immediately replied: "You should also be targeted. I saw someone arresting people today. These people are really full of food and always do this kind of thing. It is said that the person who stopped him is quite powerful... …”

Seeing this, Fan Jia's heart sank.

The first reaction is to remove the mobile phone card.

As a person who can do things so smoothly.

Fan Jia was not stupid. After listening to this man's words, she quickly understood that Wang Chuanlei had been arrested.

There was something wrong with that phone call just now.

Fan Jia gritted his teeth, as if he thought of something again. He first said that he felt wronged, and then said, "Can anyone help me?"

These people are also interesting.

The right thing is questioned again and again.

There is compassion for things that are wrong, after all, this is helping a person escape guilt.

One of them agreed, and asked where Fan Jia was, saying that she was very close to Fan Jia, and that he could go over and meet her to cheer her up, and that they were all on her side, and so on.

On the other side, when the phone number doesn’t work.

Qin Mo already knew that the other party must have noticed something, and immediately adjusted the direction of the investigation.

Called Huang Guohua: "Just in case, expand the scope. She will not choose the two modes of transportation: railway and airplane. She can't pass the security check, but it is different for the other vehicles. All manpower is concentrated." On the road."

Looking for a needle in a haystack.

Also fish out the needle.

Bo Jiu came up with an idea at this time: "I think she will start from the Internet."

Qin Mo raised his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Bo Jiu's fingers flew across the keyboard quickly.

Breaking is not a problem.

There are just too many, and finding the traces itself is a time-consuming task.

Finally, Bo Jiu pointed his finger and said, "There should be information about the student in University A. I need to know her account and password and see her preview record."

The crime squad definitely has this kind of basic information.

Qin Mo also understood what the young man wanted to do at this time. He turned sideways and typed on the keyboard with one hand.

Even though the other hand was wrapped in a white bandage, it didn't seem to affect Qin Mo's hand speed.

Log in with account and password.

There are five long-term visit traces on it.

Bo Jiu did data analysis on each trace, and after forming a preview page, he couldn't determine which one it was.

Qin Mo's eyes slid over it, and finally landed on a piece of information: "Go in here and take a look."

Bo Jiu moved his fingers and discovered that there were more things hidden inside.

He turned his head and decided to study: "How did you find out?"

"Good intuition in advanced mathematics is something you don't have." Qin Mo's face was still handsome.

But Bo Jiu inexplicably wanted to bite the great god, what kind of intuition was this?

But sometimes, intuition comes from years of experience.

The two people scrolled through the page and soon discovered that one of the messages was a bit strange.

Because the ID username was intentionally or unintentionally asking about today's pursuit, and even asked someone out.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "There is a problem."

Qin Mo didn't say anything, but dialed Huang Guohua's phone again: "The murderer is likely to take hostages with him. You should be prepared."

"Hostages?" Huang Guohua stood up: "Why are there hostages?!"

Once there are hostages, the nature of the pursuit changes, because they have to ensure the safety of the hostages no matter what.

Qin Mo looked out the window with a very faint look: "The reason why the murderer commits crimes unscrupulously on the Internet is because he has accomplices. Is it so strange to have accomplices as hostages?"

After hearing those words, Huang Guohua was speechless for a moment, but in the end he told him: "No matter what the hostage is like, as long as ordinary people, you must bring the hostage back."

Qin Mo pushed up the silver-white lighter, turned his head and lit a cigarette, took a puff, and his smile turned cold: "Do you know why there is z?"

Huang Guohua paused.

Even Bo Jiu, who was mentioned, stopped his fingers.

Qin Mo dusted off the soot: "Because she has never had to save someone who appears to be a hostage but is actually an accomplice."

"Qin Mo!" There were too many things in Huang Guohua's voice, but the only thing that could be heard was his restraint.

Qin Mo spoke slowly: "Don't worry, my thoughts will not affect my work. I will save people."

Huang Guohua breathed a sigh of relief at this time.

Qin Mo reached out and hung up the phone.

Bo Jiu typed and asked, "Why?"

Even though he knew the darkness, he still wanted to move forward, and even rescued the accomplice and hostage. Why?

Qin Mo tilted his head: "Because of this kind of accomplice, we have to send him to prison."

Bo Jiu didn't expect to hear this answer.

She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, the great master could already sit on the sofa and watch some movies.

At that time, she was different from the great god.

She was playing, dismantling her small keyboard, making lawless troubles, and not understanding why those people stood up and resisted even though they knew they were not strong enough.

The great god was obviously a very small figure, but when she asked this question, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes shone brightly: "Because they are soldiers of the Yan Kingdom. Do you know what a soldier of the Yan Kingdom is? It is not to live in a world of white, but to tear open this darkness and welcome the dawn even though we know that there is darkness ahead.”

At that time, she was not very familiar with the use of Yan Guoyu.

On the contrary, the master who said these words drooled for a while.

Good-looking people also speak the right words.

Thinking about it now... Bo Jiu raised her thin lips. The person she had liked since childhood had always been like this.

She could see almost everything about justice in him.

It's not black and white.

Not a gray area.

It is to adhere to a belief.

It’s fearless about the future, it’s morality, and it’s also a burden on the body.

Bo Jiu looked at the grown-up face and recalled the cute and cold pet when he was a child. As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he turned sideways and kissed Qin Mo's side face.

Qin Mo never expected that the young man would behave like this. The voice commanding the battle stopped for a moment. When he turned his head, he cast a deep look in his eyes.

Bo Jiu admired the great god's astonishment at that moment.

Suddenly I felt complete.

She finally understood why those overbearing CEOs teased her Xiaomi while they were at work.

Because this is really a sense of accomplishment...

Continue tomorrow, Ann, thank you