The national school idol is a girl

"Two days ago, the Yellow Team took over a very important case. Such cases are rare in China. Before each case, the other party will leave a notice online for netizens..."

Leave a notice in advance?

After hearing these words, Qin Mo raised his thin and deep eyes.

However, Wu Zhen didn't know that the boy who was sitting at the far end playing the game also paused his fingers at the same time.

Wu Zhen's eyes only looked at Qin Mo's face: "A month ago, this person started his first action. He disclosed a person's crime on the Internet. Then in the early morning of that day, the person came from the roof of the building. After falling down, the police judged it to be suicide because of insufficient evidence. Not only that, the IP that left the notice at that time was also a virtual IP. No one could find out his specific location. However, these are not the point. The most important thing is this picture."

As Wu Zhen spoke, she handed the photo to Qin Mo: "Only one sentence was written on it, I'm back, signed Z."

That moment.

Nobody knows.

After hearing that sentence, the young man's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Bojiu even forgot to slide the game characters on the screen.

I'm back, sign Z?

She knew better than anyone that these words were definitely not written by Z.

Because she is Z.

A month ago, she was still busy dealing with the Bo family's affairs.

How can we possibly do any case?

Then here comes the problem.

Who is impersonating her?

It's not an exaggeration to say it's fake.

First of all, the modus operandi is basically the same as hers.

The second is this message...

Bojiu raised his eyebrows, was he trying to cause trouble?

"Ah!" Queen An screamed: "Jiu, why didn't you go back to the tower? You stood outside and were beaten until you died."

Such a sentence.

It wasn’t just that Bo Jiu came back to his senses.

It even made Qin Mo look this way.

Immediately afterwards.

Qin Mo walked over and looked down at the boy's mobile phone screen. His voice was very light, even a little careless: "What were you thinking about just now?"

With this guy's game-playing speed, how could he die just playing an ordinary 5V5?

I haven't seen him die even once in the professional league.

Bo Jiu knew that if he didn't find some reason, he would be suspected.

He simply stood up, turned his face sideways, and brought his thin lips close to Qin Mo's left ear, saying mysteriously: "Brother Mo, your police friend wouldn't have recognized that the person who danced with you last night was me, right?"

It was such a sensitive place when the boy's good breath came.

Qin Mo's eyes darkened, and with a push of his fingers, he pulled the guy back into a straight position. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Are you worried about this?"

"Well, everyone has to worry." Bo Jiu smiled slightly: "I really didn't expect such a beautiful person to be a policeman."

Not sure if it was intentional or not, Qin Mo pressed forward and his voice became very deep: "You seem to be very resistant to the police."

"It's very contradictory." Bo Jiu must tell the truth about this. After all, the master has already seen it, and if she conceals it, it will make it look like she has something wrong.

Qin Mo glanced at the young man again, straightened up, and said with his hands in his trouser pockets: "Don't worry, she won't know that the person last night was you."

"That's good." Bo Jiu blinked: "Then you continue to be intimate, and I will concentrate on playing heroes with my aunt."

Hearing this, the warmth accumulated in Qin Mo's eyes cooled down little by little...