Erie looked at the face of the great god next to him and felt that he was thinking too much.

No matter how loud the music is here.

The great god is the great god, and his expression has not changed since he came in.

Ari didn't know about it at that time.

There is a kind of reasoning genius in this world.

When they are silent in their own reasoning, it is like entering a world.

From a psychological perspective.

There are two situations that are most conducive to thinking.

Or it is ultimate quiet.

Or it's the ultimate noisy.

In such an environment, it is often more conducive to the operation of the brain.

Of course, the premise of these situations is all, first of all, you have to be a master.

In fact, from the moment Qin Mo came in, he was silent in public.

People say that the highest level of solving a case is that you imagine yourself as a criminal.

If he is z.

What would he do?

Undoubtedly, the atmosphere here is good.

The more people there are, the more you can do something in trouble.

It is best to take action when people don't expect it.

But there are no cameras here.

Laid eyeliner in advance.

How will z escape?

Of course, z is a hacker and will definitely intercept the police's actions.

What if the action given is false?

That's right.

Qin Mo would not come without preparation.

He has already made a distraction.

Arrange actions is one thing.

But the ultimate goal is indeed another matter.

It's very simple logic. If the search here is strictly strict, z will definitely appear in the opposite place.

If z cannot be interrupted.

Then go intercept.

"Give me a Smith position." Thinking of this, Qin Moqinggui's handsome face slightly tilted, and he was ascetic all over.

Through the layers of crowds, Ari pointed to the white man who seemed to have a second-game scoring and had a rosy face: "This kind of scum should be beaten!"

Qin Mo nodded faintly, then closed his eyes, automatically eliminated all the sounds around him, and prepared to enter the reasoning and thinking space again.

But when he did this, he found that the music, noise, and whistle had dissipated, there was only one sound that could not be eliminated.

singing.

Qin Mo opened his eyes, his eyes were low and his light suddenly looked at the highest stage, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Chinese song?"

"It sounds very nice. This singer is really good. He is the first person to dare to sing Chinese songs here." Erie said, and hummed a few words automatically.

Qin Mo's voice was very low: "The glorious years have affected my thoughts a little."

"Influence your thoughts?" Ari didn't understand the world of masters very much.

Qin Mo's eyes were faint: "Chinese is my native language, and I often listen to this song."

The more familiar things are, the less likely they are to be excluded.

Iri still didn't understand.

Qin Mo could only find other ways: "Can you go to the backstage of the nightclub?"

"Yes." Ai Rui revealed the thing: "I applied for a search warrant."

Qin Mo glanced at the person on the stage again. Because he was blocked by a mask, he couldn't see clearly. The only thing that left his impression was his eyes as dark as late as the night and the tears moles that were shining with light at the moment.

The more unique the thing is, the more impressive it is.

This has a great impact on Qin Mo.

You have to get rid of something before you can conduct a specific analysis.

But there was interference.
Chapter completed!