In the room, Qin Mo was standing by the window, unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt with one hand.
His eyes were very deep. Just looking at his handsome side face, he couldn't tell what kind of emotions he was like.
When Bo Jiu walked in, he saw this scene, guessing whether the great god was unhappy because she was tied up and thought about returning to China.
Probably noticed her location.
Qin Mo leaned over, clasped his pants pockets in one hand, and raised his eyes halfway: "Baba, is there any time again?"
The mockery brought out of that voice was obvious.
Just the look of the great god calling her financial boss Baba, it looked like an assassin was looking at Lan Baba...
Bo Jiu coughed lightly and took another step forward: "Just just now, Brother Mo didn't eat anything. The steak made by Grandpa Butler is good. Brother Mo can try it. If you really can't get used to it, I still have a unique cooking skills."
Qin Mo looked at the thing the man was holding, and did not speak or show any refusal.
Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, and 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 keeps people from thousands of miles away.
Bo Jiu had seen it before, and was worried that one day the great god's indifference would be used on her.
Now it seems that there is still a rescue.
Bo Jiu hooked the corners of his mouth, took a fork and forked a piece of cut steak, and fed it to Qin Mo's mouth.
Qin Mo first glanced at her, then opened his mouth and ate the steak, and then felt that the things pressed between his chest seemed to be less heavy.
Bo Jiu looked at Qin Mo and thought to himself that he felt so wonderful to feed the person he liked.
Take the time to feed one more bite.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu curled his thin lips, forked another piece of steak and handed it over.
Seeing the man lowering his eyes to eat, he was so handsome that he seemed to be reading a comic.
Bo Jiu was happy, but unexpectedly, he had already touched the thin lips of the meat, but suddenly changed direction and met hers.
From this perspective.
Only Bo Jiu was seen holding a tray and pausing.
Qin Mo was different. He grabbed the back of her head with one hand and half bent his waist, and did not intend to end the kiss hastily.
My mind turned blank.
Wait until after it is over.
Bo Jiu's figure has not changed.
Qin Mo's forehead was pressed against hers, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Forget the person you knew when you were a child."
"Huh?" Bo Jiu came to his senses: "What?"
"Forget him." Qin Mo repeated this sentence.
Bo Jiu wanted to say it was a bit difficult, but he didn't know how to speak. Finally, he reached out to hug the person, asked without answering, and there was a smile in his voice: "Brother Mo, are you jealous?"
"Ha, why am I jealous?" Qin Dashen looked carelessly: "I am reminding you not to be so stupid. I have been tricked since I was a child."
Bo Jiu wanted to laugh a little, so he turned his head and endured it. After all, it was really a pleasure to listen to the great god himself.
"Bo Xiaojiu, be serious." Qin Mo reached out and pinched the boy's neck, as if he was very dissatisfied with her being perfunctory when he was so serious.
But after hearing the title, Bo Jiu suddenly raised his eyes: "What did you just call me?"
"Bo Xiaojiu." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Aren't your surname Bo?"
"Yes, my surname is Bo." Bo Jiu repeated this sentence. At that moment, it seemed like he had returned to the past. The boy in a small suit and like a prince basically saw her, his handsome and cold face would look like he wanted to educate her, and his name was called her: "Bo Xiaojiu."
This name made Bo Jiu smile suddenly, and he looked at Qin Mo with a little ruffian: "Brother Mo, just call me again."
Qin Mo looked at her, and after a long time, he reached out and bounced on her forehead: "Little Hooligan, should you let go of your waist first and have a great time eating tofu?"
"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't let go: "You kissed me just now, so what's wrong with me hugging you? To be honest, Brother Mo, you can't be too double-standard in life."
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Is this because you tied me up, so you think you can do whatever you want? The financial boss Baba."
When Bo Jiu heard this, he let go of his hand, thinking that he was too greedy.
Even if she really wants to get more and more, she has to wait until she gets the medicine.
Qin Mo walked to the desk: "Talk about the case first."
"Yes." Bo Jiu put down the plate, turned on the computer, and adjusted the information.
Qin Mo looked at the pictures above, and each one looked like some information network, which penetrated into his mind and formed a series of blurry pictures.
"Most Chinese overseas students are international students. They live alone, have no boyfriend, don't have a prominent appearance, and their family conditions are average. Check the online preview records before their death."
Qin Mo's voice was very light, but he pointed directly at the center: "Since their circle of friends 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 coming, and the preview record is safe, but I didn't understand one thing."
Qin Mo looked towards Bo Jiu: "Which point?"
"These numbers." Bo Jiu adjusted one of the people's chat tools over, and a string of Arabic numerals appeared on the dialog box.
The deceased responds to the other party is also a number.
There is only one or two sentences to join, forget it.
But the time comes and goes, they are written in this form.
This made Bo Jiu feel strange intuitively.
and……
"These contents are found in the chat records of all the dead."
Bo Jiu tapped the space bar with his finger and switched to another page: "This is the same, for example, this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96...What does it mean, Sherlock Holmes code?"
"No." Qin Mo's eyes were a little deeper: "It's not very similar. 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 knows how to read the Sherlock Holmes code? Even if you kill someone, you have to make it easy for you to come in. This is the murderer's idea."
Bo Jiu half-supported his side face with his left hand, looking a little lazy, like a young master from a family, thinking.
Not Holmes code, what would that be?
Simple?
Which one is like 1314?
Think of this.
Bo Jiu inexplicably thought of the great god's passwords.
He looked at Qin Mo who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.
She never thought that the great god would sit next to her after he learned her identity.
This is probably all due to her clever tying the great god back home, cool!
Chapter completed!