"So a person who doesn't like to talk does not mean that she won't want to kill people." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Sometimes, resentment accumulates to a certain extent, this kind of thought will arise, but one thing is that the murderer makes her an accomplice, which may not be used on Chen Hong."
Bo Jiu's eyebrows raked: "Several other victims."
"This is just my speculation. It depends on evidence to confirm this speculation." Qin Mo stretched out his hand, picked up the phone next to him, and typed the last sentence the murderer said: "What you need to do has been sent to your mailbox, open it and take a look."
"Mailbox?" Bo Jiu narrowed his eyes: "This is..."
Qin Mo's voice did not change much: "It is very likely that it is a mailbox in the school. Generally speaking, such mailboxes are not available at all, so it is not surprising that the police will miss this."
"I'll go to school tomorrow." Bo Jiu smiled. Although she didn't go to school very much before, she is already familiar with it now. Anyway, she can just climb over the wall. Judging from the clues now, the murderer explained what Xi Mo'er was crucial.
Qin Mo put down his cell phone, looked up at Bo Jiu, and his voice was very light: "I'm asleep."
"So early?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, his hands faster than his mouth.
Qin Mo looked at someone holding the hem of his clothes and looked down on his face, which meant that Bo Jiu let go.
Bo Jiu smiled, with a bit of a ruffian: "Brother Mo, I bought Burger King and Coke, play the game, eat it before going to sleep?"
"No computer or mobile phone." Qin Mo's eyes were very faint.
Bo Jiu thought for a while: "Wait."
After saying that, he went downstairs and went to the study room.
Open the drawer in the study room, there are at least a dozen mobile phones inside.
Basically, they are all from different brands and models, and they are all her usual tools. She picked up one casually and tried it and the reaction was pretty good.
Connected to the wireless network and returned to the room.
"Brother Mo, you use my phone, I use this."
Qin Mo shouted: "You are not afraid of who I contact."
"I'm a small trumpet, there's no one on it, you can't contact anyone." When Bo Jiu smiled, he always seemed very well-behaved.
Such a deceptive fox look made Qin Mo raise his eyebrows, look at the game nickname on the mobile phone screen, and twitch the corner of his mouth.
Bo Jiu coughed gently, thinking that he had made a lot of calculations and missed his nickname.
"Is Qin Mo my little secret?" Qin Mo shouted again.
Bo Jiu could hear that there were only a lot of mockery there.
Qin Mo slid his finger across the screen: "What the money owner Baba thinks every day is really no different from dreaming."
Bo Jiu thought to myself, I want to tie you up, either you are still tied up and you can sleep later, but why is it just a dream?
But Bo Jiu said these words without any silly, and sat lazily on the sofa, with a black jacket still on his body, and took a straw and inserted it into the Coke.
Qin Mo sat next to her: "What hero to choose?"
"Whatever, I can win anyway with Brother Mo here." Bo Jiu bit a piece of French fries, thinking that the medicine should be almost done.
Qin Mo turned his eyes and looked at the man again: "I play with one hand, how can I let you win by lying down?"
"Then I'll take Brother Mo to win." Bo Jiuyi smiled and chose a hero he often played with.
The game enters.
Qin Mo was really operating with one hand.
I came up and typed three words: "Practice heroes."
The teammates' first reaction was that this game was a bit unstoppable.
Fortunately, he chose Fatan, not the kind of person who is easy to die.
My teammates think it's not too bad.
They are all played with small trumpets, and the level is low.
Bo Jiu's game is different from her usual style.
I was thinking about the medicine in Coke and the speed of brushing wild monsters was very slow, and I only rely on flat a.
In fact, there is a little bit of a mistake in teammates.
In this game, anyone who walks the middle plays a very critical role.
We say that a top lane hero guards the top lane. As long as he can hold it for four minutes, it is a good top lane. After all, one person has to be against at least two people, and sometimes there is an ambush in the grass.
The jungler's assassin did not go to support the road within four minutes and was not a good jungler.
But none of these are important as the middle lane.
To play the middle lane, it’s not just about defending the city tower.
You must always look at the small map and provide support at any time.
So the position where Qin Mo stood is very important.
Even in this kind of small trumpet, no one will come to fight against the beast. According to Qin Mo's playing style, he has become accustomed to it. He put the size map to see his own jungle area. When he saw someone fighting a jungle monster, he raised his eyebrows: "When Lan Baba, you hit me and I will fight, are you having fun?"
Upon hearing this, Bo Jiu's fries just finished eating, and his eyes returned to his phone screen. She was almost beaten to death by Lan Baba.
An assassin was beaten to death by Lan Baba... it was also a scam.
Bo Jiu thought about it and took action first and then talked about it, otherwise she would always be thinking about that cup of Coke.
After thinking of this, she turned her eyes sideways, looked at the master who was playing games with her eyes down.
With one hand, there is only one who can stare at her with time. I guess there is only one such master.
It is impossible not to lose blood, but with the master's habit of calculating blood volume and skills, if he doesn't leave the tower, there is no way for the opponent to get rid of the master.
Even at this level, I like to join the group.
Three people came at once, and the assassin opposite him was still hiding in the grass. He knocked down with a stick. The great god flashed with one hand and was putting on a skill.
Three people lost blood at the same time.
Of course, lethality is not enough.
Qin Mo was still standing under the tower, his voice slowly: "Look at your own phone."
Bo Jiu:... Even if she peeks out, she can notice...
Bo Jiu was not drunk, so he hit a wild monster under his will, then picked up the Coke, and the straw touched Qin Mo's lips.
Young Master Qin never drank such things, but what someone sent them was different. After taking a few sips, he said, "Come here to collect the heads."
"Okay." Bo Jiu saw that the great god drank Coke, half-curled the corners of his mouth, and carried a big knife. He released the first skill and hit the little monster. His ultimate move crossed the wall and directly entered the crowd. The second skill set the person to be sure.
In addition, Qin Mo cooperates with one hand to lock it.
The opponent's mage came over and thought he would freeze Bo Jiu, but he didn't expect that as soon as her skill was thrown out, Bo Jiu came behind her and made a few swords.
K,o.
I got the first drop of blood.
Behind me, I happened to meet a sniffer with a sniffer.
A scimitar is crossed.
Double kill!
Bo Jiu's blood also lost half.
The assassin squatting in the grass opposite wanted to knock it over with a stick.
At this moment, Bo Jiu jumped back into the moat with one ultimate move, making people unable to catch it.
Not only that.
Qin Mo took the opportunity to drive the big shot and sucked the person.
Bo Jiu turned around with a scimitar, and there were two squeaks.
Three, kill!
The news from the middle lane surprised the other three teammates.
But in their eyes, Fatan is not the most powerful one.
After Bo Jiu finished collecting the head, he began to turn his eyes to observe Qin Mo. While playing the game, he did not forget to switch out and see the time.
When I went in again, I found that I was dead.
Dead?
Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows. The opponent's assassin should have not been resurrected yet. When will he come to collect the head?
Qin Mo glanced at someone, turned sideways, and pointed his finger on her screen: "How is it like being beaten to death by the other party's moat?"
Bo Jiu:...It would be better to be beaten to death by Lan Baba.
But she noticed one thing.
That is, after the great god said this, he reached out and pulled open the collar of his shirt, and even his handsome face looked bloody than usual.
It's been three minutes.
The efficacy should start to work.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu rushed into the crowd again, but this time he forgot to release his skills and forgot to move, and died instantly when he went in.
Qin Mo turned his head and said with a thin lips: "Are you an undercover agent sent by the other party?"
Bo Jiu held another French fries, and when he was careless, he still had a hint of ruffianism: "Brother Mo, I have only died twice. Look at the bottom lane, I have died four times. If you want to tell who is an undercover agent, that is, the economy is poor, and the other party beats me, I will lose blood quickly."
"Do you still want to win?" Qin Mo's tone was very slow.
Bo Jiu smiled: "I think."
Qin Mo didn't say anything. If he couldn't even see someone's condition, he wouldn't have to be a psychological criminology expert.
So absent-minded and don't know what to think.
The only thing Qin Mo could think of was the person she was in the car just before she went upstairs.
This made him pause his fingers.
That's just that.
The opponent's mage hit the fireball on him.
Add a big move to sweep.
Three people surrounded him in the center.
That's definitely not going to go.
Looking at the person falling down on the screen.
Qin Mo pulled the collar again, as if only in this way could he be less annoyed.
But those eyes were cold.
Bo Jiu was also surprised that the great god died.
Logically speaking, even if it is operated with one hand and the great god will not do anything without leaving the tower.
Is it the effect of the medicine?
After thinking about it, Bo Jiu felt that there was such a possibility that the corners of his mouth were raised, and it seemed that he was not far from success.
Qin Mo did not realize where his annoyance came from, but the person in the bottom lane was still shouting: "Don't send him off, just stay under the tower and don't come out."
A person who has died six times is really not qualified to say such things.
However, Qin Mo's attention was not on this, probably because his mind was not calm, so his lips were a little dry.
I put down my phone, took the Coke next to me, took a few sips, and returned to the game again.
Bo Jiu was sitting next to him, smiling. It seemed that the medicine really worked. Otherwise, according to the habits of the great god, he would not take the initiative to drink Coke.
Games are an existence that can divert people's attention.
In addition, Qin Mo had something hidden in his mind. When he realized something was wrong, it was the people from their side who were fighting against the dominant, and people from the other side robbed him.
He paused, frowned, turned his eyes to look at Coke who was put aside...
Chapter completed!