The national school idol is a girl

"So a person who doesn't like to talk doesn't mean that she won't want to kill someone." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Sometimes when resentment accumulates to a certain level, such thoughts will arise, but there is one thing. The murderer asked her Being an accomplice is not necessarily for Chen Hong.”

Bo Jiu frowned: "A few other victims."

"This is just my conjecture. To confirm this conjecture, we need to look at the evidence." Qin Mo stretched out his hand, picked up the mobile phone next to him, and typed out the last words from the murderer: "What you need to do has been sent to you. In the mailbox, open it and take a look.”

"Mailbox?" Bo Jiu squinted: "This is..."

Qin Mo's voice did not change much: "It is most likely the mailbox in the school. Generally speaking, this kind of mailbox is not used at all. It is not surprising that the police would miss it."

"I'll go to school tomorrow to have a look." Bo Jiu smiled. Although she didn't go to places like school very often before, she is now familiar with it. Anyway, it can be done by climbing over the wall. Judging from the current clues, the murderer told Xi Mo'er what's important.

Qin Mo put down his cell phone, raised his eyes to look at Bo Jiu, and said in a low voice: "Sleep."

"So early?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, his hands moving faster than his mouth.

Qin Mo looked at someone who was tugging at the hem of his clothes, and his handsome face turned sideways, which meant that he wanted Bo Jiu to let go.

Bo Jiu laughed, with a bit of scorn: "Brother Mo, I bought Burger King and Coke. Let's play some games and then go to bed after eating?"

"I don't have a computer or a mobile phone." Qin Mo's eyes were very light.

Bo Jiu thought for a while: "Wait a minute."

After saying that, he went downstairs and went to the study.

Opening the drawer in the study room, there are at least a dozen mobile phones inside.

Basically, they are all different brands and models. These are also her usual tools. She picked one up and tried it, and the response was pretty good.

I connected to the wireless network and returned to my room.

"Brother Mo, you use my phone, I use this."

Qin Mo snorted: "You are not afraid of who I will contact."

"My account is a small account. There is no one on it, so you can't contact anyone." Bo Jiu always looks particularly well-behaved when he smiles.

Such a deceptive fox look made Qin Mo raise his eyebrows. He looked at the game nickname on the phone screen and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Bo Jiu coughed lightly, thinking that he had forgotten the nickname.

"Qin Mo is my little secret?" Qin Mo snorted again.

Bo Jiu could tell that there was only a lot of ridicule in it.

Qin Mo slid his finger across the screen: "What the financial owner Baba thinks about every day is really no different from dreaming."

Bo Jiuxin said, I wanted to tie you up, but I tied you up anyway. You can still sleep for a while, why is it just a dream?

However, Bo Jiu was not stupid enough to say these words. He lazily sat down on the sofa with his black jacket still on his body. He took a straw and inserted it into the Coke.

Qin Mo sat next to her: "Which hero to choose?"

"Whatever, since Brother Mo is here, I can win." Bo Jiu bit a French fries, thinking that the medicine should be almost mixed.

Qin Mo turned his head and glanced at the man again: "How can I let you win while I'm playing with one hand?"

"Then I'll lead Brother Mo to win." Bo Jiu smiled and chose a hero he often played.

Game entry.

Qin Mo really operated with one hand.

When I came up, I typed three words: "Practice a hero."

The first reaction of the teammates was that the game was a bit on the line.

Fortunately, he chose Fatan, not the kind who would die easily.

My teammates felt that it wasn't too bad.

They all play with trumpets, and their levels are all low.

Bo Jiu's game was completely different from her usual style.

Thinking about the medicine in Coke, the speed of killing wild monsters is very slow, and I only rely on level A.

In fact, some of the teammates' perceptions were wrong.

In this game, anyone who plays the middle lane plays a very critical role.

We say that the hero in the top lane defends the top lane tower. As long as he can guard the top lane tower for four minutes, he is a good top laner. After all, one person has to fight against at least two people, and sometimes there will be an ambush in the grass.

The assassin in the jungle did not go to support the top lane within four minutes, which is not a good jungler.

But these are not as important as coming from the middle.

To hit the middle, it's not just enough for you to guard the castle tower.

You must always look at the mini map to provide support at any time.

Therefore, the position where Qin Mo stood was quite important.

Even in this small game, no one will come to fight against the jungle. According to Qin Mo's playing style, I have become accustomed to it. I zoom in on the small map to see my own jungle area. I see someone who doesn't even use his skills when he fights jungle monsters. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You and Lan Baba, you hit me and I hit you, did you have a good time?"

When Bo Jiu heard this, she had just finished eating the fries and her eyes returned to the screen of her mobile phone. She was about to be beaten to death by Blue Baba.

An assassin was beaten to death by Blue Baba...it was quite deceiving.

Bo Jiu thought for a while and decided to take action first and then talk after taking action. Otherwise, she would always be thinking about that cup of Coke.

After thinking of this, she turned her eyes sideways and glanced at the great god who was playing games with his eyes lowered.

The only person who can hit Fatan with one hand and still have time to stare at her is probably the Great God.

It's impossible not to lose blood, but with the master's habit of calculating blood volume and skills, if you don't get out of the tower, the opponent really can't do anything to defeat the master.

Even at this level, everyone likes being in the group.

Three people came at once, and the assassin on the opposite side was still hiding in the grass. He knocked it down with a stick, and the master flashed with one hand and cast a skill.

Three people lost blood at the same time.

Of course, lethality is not enough.

Qin Mo still stood under the tower and said in a slow voice: "Look at your phone."

Bo Jiu: ...You can even notice her when she peeks...

Bo Jiu was a drunkard and didn't care about drinking. He hit a wild monster on purpose, then picked up the Coke and touched the straw to Qin Mo's lips.

Young Master Qin never drank this kind of thing, but it was different when someone brought it over. He took two sips and said, "Come and collect the heads."

"Okay." Bo Jiu saw that the master drank coke, half hooked his mouth, and holding a big knife, he used his first skill to hit the monster, his big move went over the wall, and went directly into the crowd, and his second skill locked him down.

In addition, Qin Mo cooperated with the chain lock with one hand.

The opponent's mage originally came over to freeze Bo Jiu, but as soon as her skill was thrown out, Bo Jiu came behind her and made several knife sounds.

K,o.

The first drop of blood was obtained.

When I came back, I happened to encounter a shooter with residual blood.

The scimitar made a horizontal stroke.

Double kill!

Bo Jiu also lost half of his blood.

The assassin crouching in the grass opposite wanted to hit him with a stick.

At this moment, Bo Jiu jumped back into the city protection tower with a big move, making it impossible for anyone to catch him.

Not only that.

Qin Mo took the opportunity to open up his weapon and sucked people in.

Bo Jiu turned around again with the scimitar, making two swishing sounds.

Three, kill!

The news coming from the middle surprised the other three teammates.

But in their eyes, Fatan was not the most powerful one.

After Bo Jiu finished collecting the heads, he began to look sideways at Qin Mo. He didn't forget to switch out of the game to check the time.

When he went in again, he found that he was dead.

died?

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows. The opponent's assassin must not have been resurrected yet. When did he come to collect his head?

Qin Mo glanced at someone, turned sideways, and pointed his finger on her screen: "How does it feel to be beaten to death by the opponent's tower?"

Bo Jiu: ...it would be better to be beaten to death by Lan Baba.

But she noticed something.

That is, after the master said these words, he stretched out his hand and pulled open the collar of his shirt. Even his handsome face looked redder than usual.

Three minutes.

The medicine should start to take effect.

With this thought, Bo Jiu rushed into the crowd again, but this time he forgot to use his skills and move. He would die instantly after entering.

Qin Mo turned his head and spoke with thin lips: "Are you the undercover agent sent by the other party?"

Bo Jiu took another fries in his mouth, and said casually, with a hint of ruthlessness: "Brother Mo, I have only died twice. You can see that I have died four times in the lower road. Who is the undercover? , The economy is bad, and if the opponent hits me, I will lose blood quickly.”

"Do you still want to win?" Qin Mo's tone was very slow.

Bo Jiu smiled: "I thought so."

Qin Mo didn't speak. If he couldn't tell someone's state, then he didn't need to be an expert in psychological criminology.

He was so absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking.

The only thing Qin Mo could think of related to it was the person she contacted in the car just before she went upstairs.

This made him pause his fingers.

Just for a moment.

The opposing mage hit him with a fireball.

Plus a big move to sweep.

Three people surrounded him in the center.

It definitely can't go away.

Look at the fallen characters on the screen.

Qin Mo tugged on his collar again, as if this was the only way to make himself less annoyed.

But those eyes were cold.

Bo Jiu was also surprised how the great god died.

Logically speaking, even if it is operated with one hand, the master will not do anything if he does not leave the tower.

Could it be the effect of the medicine?

Bo Jiu thought about it and thought that there was such a possibility. The corners of his mouth turned up. It seemed that success was not far away.

Qin Mo really didn't realize where his annoyance came from, but the people on the bottom lane were still shouting: "Don't send Fatan away, the hero training should stay under the tower and don't come out."

A person who has died six times is really not qualified to say such things.

However, Qin Mo's attention was not on this. He was probably restless, so his lips were a little dry.

Put down the phone, took the Coke next to him, took a few sips, and returned to the game.

Bo Jiu was sitting next to him with a smile. It seemed that the medicine was really working. Otherwise, according to the master's habits, he would not take the initiative to drink Coke.

Games can divert people's attention.

In addition, Qin Mo was hiding something in his heart. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already the people on their side who were dominating, and the people on the other side were trying to rob him.

He paused there, frowned, turned his eyes sideways, and looked at the Coke put aside...

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