The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu touched the bridge of his nose: "Captain of the special forces, expert in psychological crimes, the only child of the Qin family, and grandson of the An family."

This layer upon layer of relationship.

The old housekeeper felt even more pained: "Is it the Anjia I know?"

"That's An Jia." Bo Jiu sat down on the chair and said, "Beier is rich, that's why I'm so passive."

The old housekeeper looked at the young master's lonely look and thought that the other party was holding Qiao. He put his hands behind his back and uttered one word: "Tie."

At the same time, An's villa.

A blond man with a hooked nose walked in.

At the age of thirty-seven or eighteen, people from the Northern Federation look more mature than people from the Yan Kingdom of the same age.

He was dressed casually and walked with a breeze. Although he was informal, he was also educated. He entered the hall and took off his hat: "Is Qin here?"

Seeing the person coming, the housekeeper was in a daze for a moment, and then regained his grace: "The young master is in the study."

That man was very fiery. After all, if Qin came back, he would definitely be able to help him solve the case at hand.

The wooden door of the study room was opened, and Qin Mo raised his eyes. He expected to see the young man who was about to come back, but he didn't expect to see an old friend.

"You left in such a hurry, you probably didn't just come to deliver some information to me." Qin Mo sat there with his legs crossed and put the pen in his hand on the table.

The person who came was none other than Steven, a very famous investigator from the Northern Federal Bureau of Investigation. He sat down on the chair and said, "Qin, I have encountered a very difficult case and need your help."

Qin Mo stood up, then took a newspaper from the coffee table, folded it and took a look.

Steven couldn't sit still: "Qin, I'm serious. This case is really weird. It..."

"Criminals can hypnotize." Qin Mo interrupted him with a calm voice, but his handsomeness remained the same: "The crime scene has been destroyed, and your investigation direction is not right."

Steven's eyes trembled: "Have you seen the crime scene? How is this possible!"

Qin Mo stretched out his hand to press the back of the newspaper and tapped it with his fingertips: "Here, there is a serial suicide case. Some people are questioning whether there is a murderer. The photos were taken by the accompanying media."

"That's it." Steven's body was not as tense as before: "I thought you had some special powers, and you could still see the case here in Yan Country."

Qin Mo was still reading the photos in the newspaper, and his voice was neither fast nor slow: "Do you know why hypnotists are so successful? It's because they not only divert people's attention, but also understand the psychology of ordinary people to a certain extent. No. You must know the news only when you arrive at the scene.”

Steven shrugged, well, now he was classified as a regular person.

"These victims must have some kind of connection." Qin Mo withdrew his gaze and said, "Find this connection."

When Steven heard this, he stood up and wanted to leave. He was very excited.

Qin Mo frowned: "Information."

Steven was helpless: "I've given you all the information about Z. What's more, didn't that guy go to your Yan country? Why did you come to the Northern Federation?"

At this point, Steven seemed to realize something and suddenly raised his head. He, who was always calm, stuttered a little: "You, don't tell me, that guy is back again!?"

Qin Mo glanced at him and uttered two words from his thin lips: "No."

Steven muttered: "That's good, otherwise I have to report again. What did the Smith under me think? He insisted on going to Yan country to capture Z. Now that he is back, he has received some unknown blows. The entire The weather is gloomy, and it looks even lower in spirit than when I made the report..."

"Smith?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

Steven nodded: "Smith, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Qin Mo smiled playfully: "It's time for you to go, officer."

Steven: ...Isn’t it to say that people from the Yan Kingdom are all hospitable, especially friendly to Waiguoren? He must have met a fake Yan Kingdom person!

But this trip was still worthwhile.

As soon as Steven left the villa, he turned on a police light on his car.

The reason why Qin Mo issued the eviction order was because too much time had passed.

It's time for someone to come back.

Qin Mo opened his phone and dialed a number.

Shut down?

Before going abroad, both of them activated international roaming for the convenience of contact.

After Qin Mo heard the notification tone on the phone, his eyes darkened and he did not call An Yinghou.

Instead, he directly pressed a series of numbers, and his voice became a little lower: "Go and see Ninth Master."

"Young Master Jiu is still in the dressing room. It's not convenient for me to go in." The person who said this was at the shooting scene, the same figure who gave Bo Jiu the video before.

Qin Mo frowned even more tightly: "The dressing room? How long has she been in there?"

"Half an hour, the same goes for other actors. In addition to taking off makeup, they also have to change clothes. It's a normal time."

Be normal to others.

Not necessarily normal for someone.

Qin Mo's voice dropped a little lower: "Go and ask the staff to confirm whether she is really taking off her makeup."

"Yes." When the figure heard the young master's order, he already realized that something was wrong.

By the time he asked the staff, his throat was a little dry.

Qin Mo's call did not go out: "What's going on?"

"Young Master Ninth did not enter the dressing room, this..." The figure wanted to say that he clearly saw the other person entering with his own eyes, but in the next second he remembered something: "It was that person just now!" It blocked his view at that time. , Jiu Shao disappeared.

Qin Mo's fingers holding the phone tightened, and his back felt a little stiff. He had already made preparations, but was it not enough?

"Send someone to look for him." The cold air emanating from Qin Mo's eyes was like thick fog, entangled in it: "Focus on the dance path."

"yes."

In fact, Qin Mo no longer knew how he hung up the phone.

That person is really gone.

Nothing was said, no address was left, not even a goodbye.

Qin Mo sat there, his heart seemed to have been hollowed out by something.

Before coming here, I could still hear the man calling him Brother Mo.

He seemed to be planning something while eating, with his furry head like a little fox.

He obviously does things neatly, but at certain times he acts like a child.

So no matter what time, I want to take care of that person.

It seemed that just holding that guy and smelling her hair could make people feel good.

It was obviously so close, but it was suddenly gone.

The screen of the mobile phone flickered brightly, showing a photo of two people.

Qin Mo suddenly felt his heart hurt so much that he could only bend down even when he stood up.

It was impossible to continue sitting in the study.

Qin Mo went to the filming site in person, and Queen An was still filming.

But what Qin Mo was looking for was not Queen An, he was looking for a director.

"You mean that all the scenes were filmed? It only took one day?" Qin Mo's brows furrowed even more tightly.

The director sat there, resting for a while: "I find this kind of progress incredible. Jiutai knows how to grasp the characters' personalities. All his scenes are done in one go, and they are even better than I imagined. It's simply amazing." It’s like he is the same person, it’s amazing!”

The director became very excited when he talked about this, and even recalled the last scene shot by the boy.

That shot was originally reserved for the opening scene of the character.

At that time, the boy was not wearing a black windbreaker.

But a pure white shirt.

He was sitting on a leafy branch with a book covering his face. After hearing the sound, he seemed to have just woken up from sleep. He took the book away with one hand, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked sideways at the camera with a smile. , the silver hair was a little messy, and two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, looking extremely casual.

The fallen leaves fell and hit the young man's shoulders. When he blew them, he felt that the scene was full of sunshine.

It was such a young man who came out later, dressed in black and very handsome.

Qin Mo looked at the camera, his eyes were filled with intense emotions, but he was restraining himself. He put his fingers on his knees, clenching them and then loosening them.

"Thank you, director. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave first."

Qin Mo stood up and walked towards the vehicle.

At this time, he was determined.

Someone planned this from the beginning.

Although as the director said, many people cannot complete the project in one day.

But looking at the entire movie.

There aren't many shots of someone appearing, most of the time it's a back view, and only three shots captured her front face.

So it’s not impossible to shoot all the scenes in one day.

As long as that person has a heart.

Qin Mo sat in the car and held the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

He knew she was planning to leave.

But she didn't expect that she didn't miss him at all.

Qin Mo started the car at a shockingly fast speed.

But he didn't know it when he started the vehicle.

A car shadow quickly followed behind his car.

The car came out from the side, with smooth lines, all black color, and an aura of dominance.

"Master, as a qualified sports car, I have to give you a pertinent suggestion. Judging from the speed of the other party's car, his mood is very unstable now. Should we get some guys?"

Swish!

Nice tail wag.

Bo Jiu stood the car upright and felt a little guilty: "No need to take the guy."

The navigation curve moved: ... I didn't expect that the master would also feel guilty.

"Just the medicine the housekeeper gave me will be fine." Bo Jiu glanced sideways and focused on the co-pilot.

Navigation Curve: ...What kind of guilty conscience is this! Human emotions are indeed incomprehensible.

"We have to find a way to make the great god stop first." Bo Jiu's eyes flickered and he remembered the mobile phone in his pocket. He turned it on first. After seeing the twenty unread messages, Bo Jiu felt even more guilty inexplicably. Looking at the screen, she could also feel that the great god wanted to kill her.

However, things have reached this point, and any pretentiousness is a waste of time.

Must be tied!

A message to readers: I’m here today, okay, okay, and spend time with my family.