In the room, Qin Mo was standing by the window, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
His eyes were so deep that he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in just by looking at the handsome side face.
When Bo Jiu walked in, he saw this scene, wondering if the great god was unhappy because he was kidnapped by her, and thought about returning to Huaxia.
Presumably noticing where she was.
Qin Mo's figure turned sideways, holding his trouser pocket with one hand, and his eyes were half-raised: "Jin Master Baba, this is free again" The mockery of that voice was palpable.
The look in the eyes of the great god when he called her the golden lord Baba was especially like an assassin looking at Blue Baba Bo Jiu coughed lightly and took another step forward: "Just now down there, Brother Mo didn't eat anything, the steak made by the housekeeper's grandfather is good, Brother Mo can taste it, if you really can't get used to it, I still have unique cooking skills." ” Qin Mo looked at what the man was carrying, and did not speak, nor did he show any expression of rejection.
Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, he knew Qin Mo somewhat, if the great god really didn't like it, even his eyes would say rejection, and he would exude indifference from the inside out.
That kind of indifference that rejects people.
Bo Jiu had seen it before, and he was also worried that one day the indifference of the great god would be used on her.
Now it seems that there is still salvation.
The corners of Bo Jiu's mouth hooked, and he took a fork and forked a piece of cut steak, and fed it towards Qin Mo's mouth.
Qin Mo first glanced at her, then opened his mouth, and after eating the steak into it, he felt that the things pressed between his chest seemed to be less heavy.
Bo Jiu looked at Qin Mo and thought to himself that it felt so wonderful to feed the person he liked.
Hurry up and feed an extra bite.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu hooked his thin lips, forked another piece of steak and handed it over.
Looking at the way the man lowered his eyes and came to eat, he was really handsome, like he was reading a comic.
Bo Jiuzheng was happy, but unexpectedly, the thin lips that had already touched the piece of meat suddenly changed direction and ran into her.
Look at the past from this angle.
I could only see Bo Jiu's figure holding the tray and paused.
Qin Mo was different, clasped the back of her head with one hand, her waist was half bent, and she didn't intend to end the kiss hastily.
My mind went blank.
Wait until it's over.
Bo Jiu's figure has not changed.
Qin Mo's forehead was against her, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Forget the person you knew when you were a child." ” "Hmm" Bo Jiu came back to his senses: "What" "Forget him."
Qin Mo repeated this sentence.
Bo Jiu wanted to say that it was a little difficult, but he didn't know how to speak, so he finally reached out and hugged the person, and asked instead of answering, with a smile in his voice: "Brother Mo, are you jealous?"
"Heh, what kind of vinegar am I eating" Qin Dashen even looked nonchalant: "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 endured it, after all, it was really fun to listen to the great god hack 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 to 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: "Aren't you surnamed Bo?"
"Yes, my surname is Bo."
Bo Jiu repeated this sentence, just now, it was like going back to the past, the boy in a small suit, like a prince, basically every time he saw her, his handsome and cold little face would bring out a look of wanting to educate her, and even called her by name and surname: "Bo Xiaojiu." ” This name made Bo Jiu smile suddenly, his eyes looked at Qin Mo, and he was a little ruffian: "Brother Mo, you call again." ” Qin Mo looked at her, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand and flicked it on her head: "Bo little rascal, when you say this, shouldn't you let go of your waist first, you are very happy to eat tofu?"
"It's okay."
Bo Jiu didn't let go: "You just kissed me, what's wrong with me hugging you, to tell the truth, Brother Mo, you can't be too double-standard." ” Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "It's because you tied me up, that's why you think you can do whatever you want." ” When Bo Jiu heard this, he let go of his hand, thinking that it was too much.
Even if she really wants to get an inch, she has to wait until she gets the medicine.
Qin Mo paced to the desk: "Let's talk about the case first." ” "Yes."
Bo Jiu put down the plate, turned on the computer, and called up the information.
Qin Mo looked at the pictures above, each one was like some information network, seeping into his mind, forming a blurry picture.
"Most of the Chinese stationed abroad, most of them are international students, they all live alone, they don't have boyfriends, their looks are not outstanding, and their family conditions are average, check the online preview records before they died."
Qin Mo's voice was very light, but he pointed straight to the center: "Since their dating circle is not rich, the way to target them should be on the Internet." ” "I think so too."
Bo Jiu shook the USB flash drive in his hand: "So I checked it before I came, and the preview record is safe, but there is one thing I didn't understand." ” Qin Mo looked in the direction of Bo Jiu: "Which point?"
"These numbers."
Bo Jiu turned up one of the people's chat tools, and a string of Arabic numerals appeared on the dialog box.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
And the deceased's reply to the other party is also a number.
Add only a sentence or two, forget it.
But all the back and forth was written in this form.
This made Bo Jiu intuitively feel strange. moreover "All the deceased's chat logs have these contents."
Bo Jiu's fingers knocked down the space bar, and then switched to another page: "This is the same, for example, this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96 means, Sherlock Holmes code" "It's not."
Qin Mo's eyes were a little deep: "It's not quite like that, this is indeed where they get a way of communication, if they communicate in this way, the other party will respond, but this is not Sherlock Holmes code." ” Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "So sure" Qin Mo's voice was very slow: "Do you think anyone will know how to read the Sherlock Holmes code, even if you kill someone, you have to make it easy for people to come in, this is the idea of the murderer." ” Bo Jiu's left hand was half-propped up on the side of his face, and he looked somewhat lazy, like a young master of a family, thinking about it.
Not Sherlock Holmes yards, what would that be simple Like 1314 which Think of this.
Bo Jiu inexplicably thought of those passwords of the great gods.
He glanced at Qin Mo, who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.
She didn't think that the great god would sit next to her after learning her identity.
This is probably all due to the fact that she cleverly tied the great god home, cool A word to readers: At the end of the month, I asked for a wave of monthly receipts, and the update was normal, and there was aa2705221: