The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu has always known that the great master has a good memory.

It's been almost two days since I just helped take a bath. How come the master still remembers it?

I remember the last time she gave the master a bath, she was still thinking that it was the master who took off his clothes anyway, not her, so how could she take advantage of him.

As a result, he was accidentally flirted with by the master.

This time.

Bo Jiu glanced at Qin Mo. He had to find a safe place to wash himself with the great god.

Aunt Zhang was the only one in the Qin family. When she saw Bo Jiu following Qin Mo, she immediately started to smile.

This was completely different from the princess's reaction. The princess was deliberately provocative by walking around in front of Bo Jiu.

Think about it, a fat cat with a big face and graceful movements will make people laugh.

"Madam didn't know that Young Master Ninth would come, otherwise she wouldn't have gone shopping, but Madam also made an appointment with Madam He." Aunt Zhang looked at Bo Jiuyipai and said cheerfully: "The two of them said they wanted to purchase some team peripherals. Product, dress up as a Dimension fan, I’d like to see you play a game with the young master.”

Bo Jiu smiled. Her family, Ms. He and Queen An, were really developing rapidly. It would be good to let Queen An take Ms. He to see more and make friends. Even if she is no longer in the paddle market, she would You won't be lonely.

Aunt Zhang was still standing nearby, worrying because she had made minced meat in advance because she didn't know her young master would bring someone.

Bo Jiu looked at it and said with a smile: "Aunt Zhang is going to make dumplings? That's good. I just want to eat dumplings recently."

These words undoubtedly relieved Aunt Zhang: "If you want to eat, you can eat it. If you want to eat it, I'll take care of it!"

"Okay." After Bo Jiu responded, he dragged the princess over, intending to wait for the delicious food and get some advice from the great god.

Qin Mo had already taken off his windbreaker, and his white shirt had a different look. The collar was loosened, and his black hair was not as neat as when he was outside just now. It was a little messy, but it made his face more clear-cut. .

Then, he came over, grabbed Bo Jiu's wrist, and said with a noble expression, "You want to eat dumplings, why don't you make them yourself?"

Make dumplings?

she?

Does the master think she is a pentathlete?

Apart from making the most praised instant noodles in the world, she doesn't know anything else. She can fry steak, but that's about it.

Make dumplings?

"I don't know how." Bo Jiu said seriously: "I am a poor cook."

Qin Mo glanced at her, and that look seemed to say, you know everything.

It's a bit unconvincing to be aloof.

She can still play games.

Bo Jiu's left cheek puffed up and he said nothing.

Seeing her like that, Qin Mo raised an arc at the corner of his mouth, walked to the table, and said in a calm voice: "I'll wrap one, you wrap one, just follow the bag."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, the great master can actually make dumplings?

Such complicated cooking skills?

To be honest, Bo Jiu was a little surprised.

She knew that great masters could cook, but dumplings... In Bo Jiu's mind, only culinary elites could make dumplings, a pasta dish with many steps.

I have to admit that for gamers, it’s not difficult to see where to go with your hands.

Slender, fair and well-defined.

The master's hands are especially advantageous in this regard. Even if one of his fingers is still wrapped with gauze, it does not affect the exquisiteness of the dumplings he makes.

Bo Jiu followed the master's process. When the master took the dough, she took the dough. The master put the meat filling into the dough. She also followed the instructions. She kneaded it at the right time and she kneaded it very carefully.

It can be said that I have never been so focused.

It’s just that the dumplings made out of them really don’t look like dumplings at all. Not to mention they are flat, but the belly of the dumplings is very big and ugly.

Bo Jiu looked there for a while.

Qin Mo thought she would come up with something.

One sentence: "It's so ugly."

Qin Mo also raised his head and said in a light voice: "Stupid."

Bo Jiu didn't know whether the master was commenting on the dumplings she made or on her.

She also saw the great god's expression, which was very cold and aloof like when he was a child.

At that time, he had the same expression when he was teaching himself how to play the piano and write Yanguo characters.

Just the next second, before she could react, the great god had already rolled up his sleeves and asked her to stand in front of him. Then he took out his right hand from behind, picked up the dough, and the cool breath hit her. Behind the ear: "Get the dough."

Bo Jiu reacted quickly. He took the dough and realized that the posture was wrong.

Qin Mo still had the same expression as before, holding Bo Jiu's hand with one hand and touching the flour next to it.

That kind of posture is really ambiguous.

It's not just ambiguous, people who don't know better think that the two of them are some kind of newlywed couple.

Bo Jiu looked at Aunt Zhang's constant glances at them, and wanted to avoid such intimacy.

But at this time, the great god spoke: "There is nothing wrong with the bottle of medicine you are holding in your hand, but it is not the bottle of medicine in the video screen."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu immediately grasped the problem: "Has anyone changed her medicine?"

"Very smart." Qin Mo seemed to be looking at her hands and frowned slightly: "Raise your hands so that the dumplings will be exposed."

Bo Jiu recovered his previous hand speed, but there was still no change.

But at this time, Bo Jiu's attention was not on this, but on the case: "In other words, the bottle of medicine in the video was taken away by the murderer, but the logic is wrong. The deceased drank the bottle in the video. The medicine in the medicine made her unable to wake up, and the cause of death was found to be due to too many sleeping ingredients, but the medicine was changed after her death..."

"There is nothing unreasonable." Qin Mo lowered his figure and began to teach her how to pinch the edges: "The medicine was changed twice."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Qin Mo continued: "The deceased had a bad cold recently due to lack of sleep. Coupled with depression, she has not recovered yet. The complications are usually cough and pharyngitis. She was taking medicine every day. In fact, that day Drinking medicine is not strange, it’s just..."

"It's just that she didn't know that the medicine bottle she drank that day contained not anti-inflammatory and cough medicine, but sleeping pills." Bo Jiu's thoughts were always clear: "You mean an acquaintance committed the crime?"

Because only acquaintances can understand her daily routine so well, right?

But there were no acquaintances around her.

"At first, I did think that an acquaintance committed the crime, because only familiar people would know when she went out, and could create the illusion of following her at any time, making her feel uneasy mentally." Qin Mo's eyes were deep: "I know I heard my neighbor "

Bo Jiu squeezed the corner of the dumpling hard: "Magic case? What do you mean?"

"Have you seen the Shocking Thieves?" Qin Mo frowned again. Qinggui's face had a strong sense of abstinence because of this action. Why is the bag still so ugly?

Bo Jiu was quite satisfied, after all, the dumplings could stand up.

But after coming into contact with the master's incorrigible gaze, I re-examined the results in the palm of my hand, and then looked at the one that the master had wrapped before... the beauty and ugliness were immediately revealed.

Just in case the master asked her to repackage it, Bo Jiu quickly put down the results and picked up the second dough: "Of course I have seen it..." At this point, she suddenly paused: "The closer you are, the closer you are. The easier it is to be diverted, and magic relies on diverting attention to accomplish the miraculous moment.”

"Also." Qin Mo's breath passed by Bo Jiu's ears: "The first magic these people did, each magic was not random, but selected. The same is true for the deceased this time. The murderer is very I chose her early, and then got to know her bit by bit, and found out all her habits, before I started to take action. In this way, a deliberate murder turned into a suicide, and it was still a topical suicide. "

Aunt Zhang originally saw her young master and Ninth Master loving each other and didn't want to disturb them.

Just after hearing the word suicide.

I couldn't help it anymore, so I said: "The young master is saying that the girl who was uploaded on the Internet today is a pity. I heard that she is not very young. It will be gone if she doesn't say it. It's so uncomfortable at home. The most annoying thing is Yes, there are some comments from passers-by saying that she wants to be popular!”

"Where did you say that?" Bo Jiu asked.

Aunt Zhang wiped her hands and took out a mobile phone from her apron: "It's all on here, I was just looking at it."

Bo Jiu took Aunt Zhang's cell phone over.

It was a micro forum, originally established by book fans to help the deceased, but some "analytic emperors" appeared

"If you say suicide, just commit suicide. Why do you have to let everyone see it? I think she just wanted people to notice her, so she made such a video. After her death, the number of topics will naturally increase. I don't feel uncomfortable. I respect her intentions. The fact is that she did this, and the attention has increased. The data is there, and her fans are also interesting. Didn't they just write fanfics about her? Is it similar to my article? I just keep biting people. Anyway, as a passerby, I just want to give you two words, haha.”

After Bo Jiu read this message, she clicked on the person's profile picture. After seeing the person she was following, her eyes were a little deeper and dark and cold: "Aunt Zhang, this is not a passerby."

"Not a passerby?" Aunt Zhang was a little confused.

Bo Jiu's voice was very light: "This person also has the profile picture of the infringer in her watch list. She is obviously known to the infringer. Tell her to be smarter next time when she pretends to be a passerby. Don't be so stupid. Besides, human nature is not something everyone can do. Everyone has it.”

Aunt Zhang was even more confused after hearing what the young man said.

What was confusing was that she had never heard a young man speak so harshly.

However, Aunt Zhang didn't know that the hand Bo Jiu put down was a dough that had been pinched and deformed.

In other words, a larger part of her cruelty was transferred into her palms.

Because Bo Jiu knew very well how such remarks came out... Li Xue.

At this time, Li Xue had returned home from the police station, and she was not in a good mood. After all, she felt that this kind of thing happened all because of the original author.

She opened her circle of friends, and they were all her fans from the original author.

I said I'm so annoyed, who among the little fairies will sing a song for me.

It immediately became active.

Another said: "I am also very annoyed. This news is really endless. Who can blame the author for his glassy heart? He is just dead."

"Stop talking, the limelight is tight now." Li Xue was smart and quickly stopped those people.

Most of them were students, and the conversation quickly turned to homework.

In fact, who died on this day, how they died, and what does it have to do with them.

There is nothing wrong with that.

After all, not everyone wants to distinguish right from wrong, and not everyone has compassion.

It's just that it's just right to die.

How come it turned around and there was another face claiming to be a true fan who was wronged by the original author.

What's the difference between this and pretending to be a sanctimonious scum after killing someone?

Sneaking into this circle was easy for Bo Jiu.

She had already dived in after learning about this.

It’s just that the more thoroughly you understand, the less you can control the anger that surges out.

She understands what human nature is like.

But this time, she had to endure it.

She was thinking about the consequences.

Consequences of disclosure of evidence.

The deceased is quickly classified as a suicide.

The real culprit will never be found again.

It’s just that no one understands.

In this case, there are two real culprits.

If the person who took the life of the deceased was said to be the first real culprit.

The second real culprit is none other than Li Xue, the infringer.

The first real culprit is easy to tell, just catch him.

The second real culprit doesn't have to take any responsibility. Others just talk about it and that's it.

My family had money, but even after taking it from me, I still published books when I needed to, and I was happy when I needed to be happy.

The one who has no way to survive is still the original author.

Bo Jiu's hands tightened little by little, and her thin lips pursed into a straight line, especially her eyes.

That kind of look should not be possessed by a student.

Full of darkness.

At that moment, even Aunt Zhang could detect the change in the boy.

Not to mention Qin Mo. He glanced at Bo Jiu's face, stretched out his hand to pull the person back, and said in a low voice: "If you can't make dumplings, why should you take it out on yourself?"

It was probably because the breath coming from behind was too obvious that it pulled Bo Jiu back from that thought.

Obviously the person speaking was not very gentle.

But the Great God seems to exist like that.

When she is about to become a dragon, she will always be pulled back.

The dumplings are still being made.

Only this time, the two people were closer.

"One more thing, after I figure it out, the case can be solved." Qin Mo tilted his handsome face, and his voice was much more magnetic than before: "So you don't have to evolve into a typical anti-social personality. "

Antisocial personality?

At this time, Bo Jiu understood a little bit of the master's thoughts. Could it be that the master had noticed the difference between her and before.

Her existence is only understood in terms of the emergence of a second personality.

When talking about such a topic, Bo Jiu will of course avoid it. The most important thing is, what is the point that the master doesn't understand?

Qin Mo's hand dragged Bo Jiu's hand: "The medicine bottle in the video has been taken away by the murderer, which means we are missing a very important piece of evidence. This is the first and second point. The shooting angle of the video is indeed It was taken from a notebook, and the victim was the only one in the room at the time. This still cannot be explained. No one was there. Who filmed her actions? "

Fourth update, Ann.