The national school idol is a girl

In the room, Qin Mo was standing by the window, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.

His eyes were very deep, and it was impossible to tell what kind of emotion he was feeling just by looking at his handsome profile.

This was what Bo Jiu saw when she walked in. She wondered if the great god was unhappy because she had kidnapped him and wanted to return to the Yan Kingdom.

Probably noticed where she was.

Qin Mo turned sideways, holding his trouser pocket with one hand, and raised his eyes: "Baba, the sponsor, are you free again?"

The mockery in that voice was obvious.

The way the master looked at her when he called her sponsor Baba, it looked like an assassin looking at Blue Baba...

Bo Jiu coughed lightly and took another step forward: "Brother Mo didn't eat anything down there just now. The steak made by Grandpa Butler is pretty good. Brother Mo can try it. If you really can't get used to it, I'll give it a try." He has unique cooking skills.”

Qin Mo looked at what the man was holding, but said nothing or showed any expression of rejection.

Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, and he understood Qin Mo to some extent. If the great god really didn't like him, even his eyes would read rejection, and he would exude indifference from the inside out.

The kind of indifference that denies others thousands of miles away.

Bo Jiu had seen it before, and was worried that one day the great god's indifference would be used against her.

Now it seems that there is still hope.

Bo Jiu curled up the corner of his mouth, took a fork and forked a piece of steak, and fed it towards Qin Mo's mouth.

Qin Mo glanced at her first, then opened his mouth. After eating the steak, he felt that the thing pressing on his chest was not so heavy anymore.

Bo Jiu looked at Qin Mo and thought that it felt so wonderful to feed the person he liked.

Take the time to feed one more bite.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu raised his thin lips, forked another piece of steak and handed it over.

Looking at the way the man lowered his eyes to eat, he looked so handsome that he looked like he was reading a cartoon.

Bo Jiu was happy, but unexpectedly, the thin lips that had touched the flesh suddenly changed direction and touched hers.

Look at it from this angle.

All you can see is Bo Jiu's figure paused with a tray.

Qin Mo was different. He held the back of her head with one hand and bent his waist half-way. He had no intention of ending the kiss hastily.

My mind went blank.

Wait until it's over.

Bo Jiu's figure did not change.

Qin Mo put his forehead against hers, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Forget about the person you knew when you were a child."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu came back to his senses: "What?"

"Forget him." Qin Mo repeated this sentence.

It was a bit difficult for Bo Jiu to say, but he didn't know how to speak. Finally, he stretched out his hand to hug the person and asked instead, with a smile in his voice: "Brother Mo, are you jealous?"

"Oh, why am I jealous?" Qin Dashen said nonchalantly, "I'm reminding you, don't be so stupid, you have been tricked since you were a child."

Bo Jiu wanted to laugh a little, but he tilted his head to hold it back. After all, it was really fun to listen to the great master making fun of himself.

"Bo Xiaojiu, be serious." Qin Mo reached out and pinched the back of the young man's neck, as if he was very dissatisfied that she was still perfunctory with him when he was so serious.

But after hearing that title, Bo Jiu suddenly raised his eyes: "What did you just call me?"

"Bo Xiaojiu." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Isn't your surname Bo?"

"Yes, my surname is Bo." Bo Jiu repeated this sentence. At that moment, it was as if she had returned to the past. That boy in a small suit who looked like a prince almost every time he saw her, his handsome and cold face. He would look like he wanted to educate her and call her by her first and last name: "Bo Xiaojiu."

This name made Bo Jiu suddenly laugh. He looked at Qin Mo and said with a bit of scorn, "Brother Mo, please call me again."

Qin Mo looked at her, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead: "Bo little gangster, when you say this, shouldn't you first let go of your waist? happy?"

"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't let go: "You just kissed me, what's wrong with me hugging you? To be honest, Brother Mo, you can't have double standards as a person."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Is it because you tied me up that you think you can do whatever you want? Funder Baba."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu let go of his hand, thinking that too much was too much.

Even if she really wanted to take advantage, she still had to wait until she got the medicine.

Qin Mo walked to the desk and said, "Let's talk about the case first."

"Okay." Bo Jiu put down the dinner plate, turned on the computer, and pulled out the information.

Qin Mo looked at the pictures above. Each picture was like some information network, seeping into his mind, forming a blurry picture.

"Most of the Chinese people stationed abroad are international students. They live alone, have no boyfriends, are not outstanding in appearance, and have average family conditions. Check their online preview records before their death."

Qin Mo's voice was very light, but he pointed straight to the point: "Since their circle of friends is not rich, the way to keep an eye on them should be on the Internet."

"I think so too." Bo Jiu shook the USB flash drive in his hand: "So I checked before coming here. The preview record is safe, but there is one thing I didn't understand."

Qin Mo looked in Bo Jiu's direction: "Which point?"

"These numbers." Bo Jiu turned over one of the people's chat tools, and a series of Arabic numerals appeared on the dialog box.

The deceased's reply to the other party was also a number.

Just add a sentence or two and forget it.

But it just so happens that everything back and forth is written in this form.

This made Bo Jiu feel strange intuitively.

and……

"All the deceased's chat records contain these contents."

Bo Jiu tapped the space bar with his finger and switched to another page: "The same goes for this one. For example, this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96... What does it mean, Holmes code?"

"No." Qin Mo's eyes were a little dark: "It doesn't look like it. This is indeed a way of communication where they got it. If they communicate in this way, the other party will respond, but this is not Holmes code. "

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "So sure?"

Qin Mo's voice was very slow: "Do you think anyone can read the Sherlock Holmes code? Even if you kill people, you should make it easy for people to come in. This is the murderer's idea."

Bo Jiu half-supported his face with his left hand, looking somewhat lazy, like a young master from some family who was thinking.

If it’s not Holmes code, what could it be?

simple?

Which one is like 1314?

Think of this.

Bo Jiu inexplicably thought of the great god's passwords.

He looked towards Qin Mo who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.

She never thought that the great god would sit next to her after learning her identity.

This is probably all due to her cleverness in tying the master back home, cool!

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