When he heard the tearing sound just now, Fanjia was still secretly happy in his heart, and finally solved this thing.
But when she saw something slipping on the ground, her face changed suddenly That's a photo.
The photo should have been taken with a Polaroid and the colors should be very distinct.
In the photo, the sun is just right.
A little girl dressed in a little tiger dress was rushing towards a little boy, smiling very nicely, as if it had been stained with sugar.
The little boy was very cold, and his expression was difficult to describe, but he stretched out his hand and held the little girl's waist, as if he was afraid that she would touch himself, and he was afraid that she would fall by herself, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, but it was not hateful, but a little helpless, and there was a thin softness written under his eyes.
It is easy to think of the ancient poem in Huaxia: "The concubine has her forehead at the beginning, she folds the flower in front of the door, Lang rides a bamboo horse, and goes around the bed to make green plums," In fact, this is not the subject of the photograph.
Instead, under the group photo, a sentence written in beautiful italics: "If there are gods, I hope that this fool in the clothes of a little tiger will have peace and joy all his life." ” It turned out that this amulet, from the day he asked for it, was not used by him to pray for himself.
For so many years, he has been like a treasure and doesn't want to leave something, praying for another person.
That moment.
Fanjia hated it very much My first instinct was to destroy the photo But the slender and white hand was one step ahead of her, holding down the photo, allowing her to lift her foot and step on his index finger Fanjia's strength is great.
It is impossible not to be stepped on like that.
But Qin Mo didn't even blink his eyes, his handsome side face was silent in the halo that came through, and it seemed that only the little girl in the photo was left in his eyes, and his fingertips slid over the tiger hat on her head, and his heart seemed to be melted away suddenly, as if he could hear the sound of the lock being opened.
What he fears most is losing this person.
The images in the photo seemed to be endowed with a sense of camera, one scene after another, passing through his mind.
She pounced, hugged him and said, "Momo, how much do you have a pound, I will spend money to buy you." ” She refused to go back to her house to sleep, hugged her little keyboard and said, "This is my favorite toy, I will give it to you, you will let me sleep for one night, just one night." ” She is very obedient lying on his bed, it is hard to imagine that she is so troublesome, and she will be obedient, and she will always come to the back: "I hold it, you don't want to go back to Huaxia, well, I mean, you don't have to be so homesick." ” He was sick, and even his grandfather didn't notice, only she hugged him, and her eyes were red and she didn't cry, and went to the family doctor.
After he caught a cold, he was afraid of infecting her, so he deliberately put a lot of flower pots in the window, just to prevent her from coming again, but the gods couldn't stop the little tiger, and he had to turn it in and take great pains to educate him: "You can't treat your little friend like this." ” I found all the reasons to sleep with him, and every time I ate, I would give him the things he liked, and the next day, he would definitely see her bring it over.
Even if she didn't know what her grandfather was interested in, she knew very well.
The way she smiled, the way she blushed, the way she grew up, she reached out and pressed him against the wall, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.
Never anyone.
It's always been the stupid guy who treated him like a girl when he was a kid Fanjia noticed Qin Mo's abnormality, and was just about to speak, trying to use words to make psychological hints again.
But what she didn't expect was that she hadn't waited for her to open her mouth.
Smack A playing card flew over and slashed her face very sharply.
Fanjia's face turned pale, and he watched the person slowly stand up from the ground with the photo, and even his eyes trembled a little.
She didn't believe it.
No one has been able to unlock the key to psychological suggestion It can't be, it's absolutely impossible But the coldness emanating from the man made Fanjia really feel what fear was.
The poker on his fingertips slashed at her again, this time slicing her wrist.
Fanjia has never been so close to death as he is today.
She could see that he really had murderous intent.
When that person came out of the light and shadow, Fanjia already knew that she was going to be finished.
Because it no longer resembles the gaze of a person controlled by psychological suggestion.
Rather, he used to be cold, abstinent, and high.
Fanjia took a few steps back, he was not a god to her, but a demon.
There was no trace of warmth in his gaze when he looked at her, and it was as cold as his casual tone after he demolished her: "It's up to you, I want to imitate her."
That time, Fanjia almost couldn't get out.
It is because of this that she hates Z even more and thinks of many ways to make Z die.
But that person has always been like this, and the ghost is not gone Fanjia gritted his teeth and took a deep breath: "I do so much because I like you, why don't you know to pity me." ” Qin Mo's voice was very light: "After killing someone and taking away other people's things, he still said that he was pitiful, heh, why should I give my pity to a person who is not even as good as a beast" Fanjia stretched out his hand and covered his ears: "I just like you, I just like you, how can you say that about me" "Do you really want to say that you are innocent," Qin Mo slowly turned the playing cards in his hand.
Fanjia clasped his hands: "Isn't it?"
"You can go to hell and ask, those people you killed, because you have people who can't speak out because you have grievances, are all innocent" Qin Mo moved.
Another poker sound Fanjia's other wrist was also cut.
It dawned on her that her hands were going to be wasted "How can you be so ruthless" Fanjia's face was distorted: "Why don't you just kill me" Qin Mo's eyelids lifted: "My hands only kill, and you are not very worthy." ” Fanjia felt like crazy when she heard the last sentence.
But at this time, I don't know what kind of gesture Qin Mo made to the outside just now.
A group of plainclothes rushed in from outside Reached out and pressed her Fanjia struggled: "You have the ability to kill me, kill me" "Life in prison is more suitable for you than if I killed you."
Qin Mo looked sideways, with a cold look in his eyes: "Don't worry, you won't die, let alone come out, don't you like to play drowning tricks very much, then give it a try in prison." ” When Fanjia heard this, her face changed greatly, she understood what Qin Mo meant, he wanted to make her experience the feeling of dying every day, he wasted her hands, just to make her have no resistance in prison.
What kind of place is the prison, where it is simply to eat people and not spit out bones Probably Fanjia cried too much.
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A plainclothes man shook his head: "This is also quite pitiful. ” Qin Mo tilted his head and swept over to this side: "I think she's pitiful" "I think so" I heard a voice sound from behind me: "I feel that the murderer is pitiful, I think that everyone is dead anyway, why do you still let this person pay for his life, I think it is nothing to harm people, heh, do you know what the difference between people and beasts is, people have hearts, understand that those spirits in the sky will be uneasy, and understand what is called blood debt and blood repayment, if you really feel that she is pitiful, then I will send you a blessing, I hope that your closest people will be thrown into the sea, and no one will avenge you." ” The plainclothes stared, turned his head and wanted to refute, but found that the person who came was wearing a military uniform.
It was Tang Shao, he was still the same as before, smiling: "I don't know, now the people in the system casually say for the deceased that a murderer is pitiful, Fanjia killed a lot of people, and there are also our comrades-in-arms, if you don't worry about her life in prison, you can, pack up your things today, move to the prison, and take care of her, how good." ” The plainclothes paused suddenly.
When he looked at the side face without the slightest hint of laughter, cold sweat soaked his entire back.
Qin Mo was standing opposite Tang Shao.
Both of them are long-bodied, but one is wearing a military uniform and the other is wearing a trench coat, diametrically opposed styles.
In front of them, Fanjia's methods couldn't be used at all.
"I've got something to do."
Qin Mo raised his eyes, and said to Tang Shao: "I can't go back with you." ” He knew that Tang Shao stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "A few days" "After the Asian race."
Qin Mo's voice didn't change.
Tang Shao raised his eyebrows: "You know that I am responsible for this case."
"If it were someone else, he wouldn't be like this.
"If you want to catch me, who else will pick me up but you."
Qin Mo's tone was as natural as talking about the weather.
Tang Shao smiled: "Qin Shao is fallacious, do I look like such a fallen person?"
Qin Mo was careless, but in fact, his gaze kept looking down: "Tang Shao seems to have some misunderstandings about himself. ” Of course, such a look couldn't escape Tang Shao's eyes, and Qin Mo didn't intend to hide it.
"Forget it, it's my dowry for Z."
Tang Shao moved to the left and made a way out of the way, and all those plainclothes people put away the guns in their hands.
Fanjia didn't want to be put in prison like this, she would rather die.
But heaven is a good reincarnation.
Just like Tang Shao said, there are always people who have to do something to make those unjustly die, and those who have been taken away from them and have not been given justice.
Of course, selfish people will always make excuses for themselves.
Reversing black and white, good at lying, when you were young, you can say that other people's things are your own in order to get attention, and when you are older, you can live with peace of mind.
Anyway, after a long time, you can be forgiven.
Anyway, there are a lot of people who have forgiven them.
But the same.
In this world.
There will always be a group of people who, they know, have to be in awe.
As Mandra said, if the sky is dark, then survive in the dark, and if you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in the corner.
Don't justify the darkness because you're used to it, don't be proud of your own stubbornness, don't mock those who are braver and more passionate than yourself, we can be humble as dust, not twisted as maggots.
The sky is always bright.
No matter how dark it used to be.
Bo Jiu didn't believe this sentence before.
Because when you're alone, it's too hard.
No one can understand what you're saying, let alone what you're missing.
Later, there was always a person who, when she was sad, gently held her in his arms and asked her in a low voice: "Are you stupid?"
Bo Jiu felt that she could no longer find such a person, who was poisonous and gentle.
She thought a lot, pure white people, can't be lights.
Because it is too fragile to withstand the slightest wave.
Unlike that person, just like the Kunlun Mountains, not only lighting the lamp, but also having the shadow of the sun and the moon.
So, so, so like.
Bo Jiu knew that he was a little unconscious, his head was on the steering wheel, and he didn't know why he was still a little angry.
I was about to move, but I found that the car door was opened.
This was followed by a slightly cold embrace.
Bo Jiu couldn't open her eyes, but her nose was good, and the familiar smell of mint and tobacco made her feel that she must be burned, so she had the illusion of being held in her arms.
Or maybe she's missing someone too much.
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Bo Jiu told himself.
But the forehead was pressed up by a slightly cool thing.
Then, holding her a little tighter.
Before she could summarize what was going on in her burned mind.
The most familiar voice came from his ears: "Bo Xiaojiu." ” Well, it's calling her name.
"Are you stupid" Qin Mo was angry with himself, since he had recovered his memory, of course he knew why she had such a high fever, her body was half against her, and she measured her forehead, and her chest seemed to be hot from that temperature.
Bo Jiu's eyebrows furrowed, she didn't want to be called stupid when she was sick, not to mention that it was really a great god, no matter how she thought about it, it was unlikely.
If you think like this, you have to move.
But someone took a step ahead of her, pressed her hand, and trapped her whole person in a warm embrace, as if she was afraid that she would be frozen, took her hand, and stuffed it directly into his clothes, the palm was against his skin, and the fingertips were not cold.
Bo Jiu didn't see Qin Mo's face at this time.
I don't know even more that the high-flying Qin Dashao is warming her in this way.
The only person who knows all this is Lamborghini Xiaohei, who really has no eyes to see, and what it didn't expect is that the big devil usually looks cold and smellless. would actually use this way to warm the owner.
It's cold outside right now.
Pick up someone's hand and stuff it into your clothes.
It's just to make the host a little more comfortable.
Madan, now even it believes that this demon is true love for its master.
It is indeed true love.
Because vaguely, a sentence came, softly, very lightly: "I'm sorry." ” A word to the reader: Restore your memory, the text is coming to an end, and the first one is Mo Jiu when he was a child, four more, Ann, well, I love you very much. aa2705221: