Bo Jiu has always known that the great god has a good memory.
It has been almost two days since I just helped take a bath. Why do the master still remember it?
I remember that last time she gave the master a bath, she was still thinking that it was the master who took off his naked body, not her, and she could take advantage of the master no matter what.
As a result, he was accidentally flirted with by the great god.
This time.
Bo Jiu glanced at Qin Mo and had to find a safe place to wash the god.
In the Qin family, Aunt Zhang was the only one in the Qin family. After seeing Bo Jiu following Qin Mo, she immediately laughed.
This is completely different from the princess’ reaction. The princess was deliberately provoking her to walk over in front of Bo Jiu.
Think about it, a fat cat with a big face and graceful movement, the picture also makes people want to laugh.
"Madam, I don't know that Young Master Jiu will come, otherwise I won't go out shopping, but Mrs. He was also the one who made an appointment with her." Aunt Zhang looked at Bo Jiuyi and said happily: "The two of them said they wanted to purchase some team peripheral products and dressed up as fans of the Imperial League. Then you will see that you and the young master will play games."
Bo Jiu smiled at the corner of his mouth. Ms. He and Queen An of the Film Academy are really developing rapidly. This is good. If Queen An of the Film Academy takes Ms. He to make friends, even if she is no longer in Jiangcheng, she will not be lonely.
Aunt Zhang was still standing next to her because she didn't know that her young master would bring people, so she made the meat filling in advance and was worried.
Bo Jiu looked at it and smiled and said, "Aunt Zhang is planning to make dumplings? That's pretty good. I just want to eat dumplings recently."
This said undoubtedly relieved Aunt Zhang: "It's good to eat it, I'll pack it if you want it!"
"Okay." After Bo Jiu finished responding, he pulled the princess over, intending to wait for the food, and then he made confusing words from the great god.
Qin Mo had already taken off his windbreaker, and his white shirt felt a different feeling. The collar was loose and the black hair was not as regular as when he was outside just now. It was a little messy, but it made the face look even more distinct.
Then he walked over and pulled Bo Jiu's wrist with a clear expression: "If you want to eat dumplings, don't you make it yourself?"
Making dumplings?
she?
Does the great god think she is a pentathlon?
Apart from making the most praise-looking instant noodles in the world, she can do nothing else. She can fry the steak, but it is limited to this.
Making dumplings?
"I don't know." Bo Jiu said seriously: "I am a culinary craftsman."
Qin Mo glanced at her, and that glance seemed to say, what do you know.
It's so cold that it makes people feel a little dissatisfied.
She still knows how to play games.
Bo Jiu's left face bulged a little and didn't say anything.
Qin Mo looked at her like that, and an arc curled up at the corner of his mouth. He walked to the table, his voice still faint: "I'll pack one, you pack one, follow the bag."
Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, did the great god even make dumplings?
Such a complex cooking skill?
To be honest, Bo Jiu was a little surprised.
She knew that the great master could cook, but dumplings... In Bo Jiu's mind, there were many pasta dishes such as dumplings, and only the cooking elites could make them.
I have to admit that even those who play games will not find it difficult to see where they are.
Slim and fair, with clear joints.
The master's hands are particularly advantageous in this regard. Even if one of the fingers is wrapped with gauze, it does not affect the exquisiteness of the dumplings he has made.
Bo Jiu followed the process of the master. When the master took the dough, she took the dough. The master put the meat filling in the dough. She did it as well. It was time to pinch it, and she still pinched it very seriously.
It can be said that I have never been so focused.
The dumplings made are really... not very similar to dumplings. Not only are they flat, but the dumplings are still very big and ugly.
Bo Jiu watched there for a while.
Qin Mo thought she would figure out something.
In a word: "It's really ugly."
Qin Mo also raised his head and his voice was faint: "Silly."
Bo Jiu didn't know whether the master was evaluating the dumplings she made or evaluating her.
She also saw the expression of the great god, as she was when she was a child, very cold.
At that time, when he taught himself to play the piano and write Chinese characters, he had the same expression.
But the next second, before she could react, the great god rolled up his sleeves and asked her to stand in front of him, then took out his right hand from behind and picked up the dough. The slightly cool breath hit her ear: "Hold the dough."
Bo Jiu reacted quickly. After taking the dough, he realized that the posture was wrong.
Qin Mo still had the expression he had just now, holding Bo Jiu's hand with one hand and dipped it in the flour beside him.
Such a posture is really ambiguous.
It’s not just ambiguous, but people who don’t know think they are newly married couples.
Bo Jiu watched Aunt Zhang keep looking at them, and wanted to avoid such intimacy.
But at this time, the great god spoke: "The bottle of medicine you are holding now is not a problem, but the bottle of medicine is not in the video."
Upon hearing this, Bo Jiu immediately grasped the point of the problem: "Someone has changed her medicine?"
"Very smart." Qin Mo seemed to be looking at her hands, and his brows frowned slightly: "Release your hand, so you will be exposed when making dumplings."
Bo Jiu recovered his previous hand speed, but there was still no change.
But at this time, Bo Jiu's attention was not on this, but on the case: "That is, the bottle of medicine in the video was taken away by the murderer, but the logic was wrong. The deceased drank the medicine in the video and couldn't wake up. And the cause of death was found because there were too many sleeping ingredients, but the change of medicine was after her death..."
"There's nothing to say." Qin Mo lowered his figure and began to teach her to pinch her edges: "Because the medicine has been replaced twice."
Upon hearing this, Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.
Qin Mo continued: "The deceased recently had a severe cold due to less sleep. In addition, his heart condition has become a disease and has not recovered. The complications are usually coughing and pharyngitis. She is drinking medicine every day. In fact, she will drink medicine that day. It's not surprising, it's just..."
"But she didn't know that the medicine bottle she drank that day was not containing anti-inflammatory and cough-relieving medicine, but sleeping pills." Bo Jiu's thoughts have always been clear: "Do you mean an acquaintance commits a crime?"
Because only acquaintances understand her daily routine so well, right?
But she has no acquaintances around her.
"At first, I did think it was an acquaintance who committed the crime, because only familiar people would know when she would go out and create the illusion of tracking at any time, which would give her a sense of anxiety mentally." Qin Mo's eyes were very deep: "I knew that after hearing the testimony of my neighbor, I had other ideas. This was a magical case."
Bo Jiu tried hard to pinch the dumpling corner: "A case of magic tricks? What does it mean?"
"Have you seen the Shocking Demons' Thieves Group?" Qin Mo frowned again. Qinggui's face felt a strong sense of abstinence because of this action. Why is it still so ugly?
Bo Jiu was quite satisfied, after all, the dumplings were able to stand up.
But after getting into the great god's gaze that cannot be carved, he reexamined the results in his palm, and then looked at the one that the great god had wrapped before...the beauty and ugly appeared immediately.
In case the great god asked her to repack, Bo Jiu quickly put down the result and picked up the second dough: "Of course I've seen it..." Speaking of this, she suddenly paused: "The closer you are, the easier it is to be diverted, and magic is a miracle that is achieved by diverting attention."
"And." Qin Mo's breath passed through Bo Jiu's ear: "The first magic these people did was not random, but were selected. The same was true for the deceased this time. The murderer chose her very early, then understood her little by little, and then began to take action after he began to do it. In this way, a deliberate murder turned into suicide, or a topical suicide."
Aunt Zhang originally came to see her young master and Jiu Shao fall in love, but she didn't want to disturb her.
Just after hearing the word suicide.
I couldn't help it, so I said, "Young Master said the one uploaded online today. It's a pity for the girl. I heard that she is not old, so I'll be gone if I say nothing. It's so uncomfortable at home. What makes me angry is that some passers-by comments said she wants to be popular!"
"Where did you say it?" Bo Jiu asked.
Aunt Zhang wiped her hand and took out a cell phone from her apron: "There are all on it, I'm still watching it just now."
Bo Jiu picked up Aunt Zhang’s cell phone.
It was a forum, originally established by book fans to help the deceased, but some "analytical emperors" appeared.
"You said you should commit suicide. Why do you have to let everyone see it? I think she just wanted to make people notice her, so I made such a video. After I died, the number of topics naturally increased. I didn't mean to disrespect her. The fact is that she did this, and the attention was increased. The data was there. Also, her fans are also interesting. Didn't they just write her to make a point of fancies? Isn't it just that the later articles are a bit similar? They always bite people. Anyway, as a passerby, I just want to give two words, haha."
After Bo Jiu read this message, he clicked in the person's avatar. After seeing the person she was following, his eyes became a little deeper, and he was a little cold: "Aunt Zhang, this is not a passerby."
"Isn't a passerby?" Aunt Zhang was a little confused.
Bo Jiu's voice was very light: "This person's attention list also has the infringer's avatar, which is obviously known to the infringer. Tell her to be smarter next time, so she should not be so stupid. In addition, not everyone has human nature."
Aunt Zhang was even more confused after hearing the boy's words.
What was confused was that she had never heard the boy speak so ruthlessly.
However, Aunt Zhang didn't know that in Bo Jiu's hand that was put down, there was a deformed face.
In other words, a larger part of her cruelty was transferred to her palm.
Because Bo Jiu knew very well how this kind of remark came about... Li Xue.
At this time, Li Xue had already returned home from the police station and was in a bad mood. After all, she felt that it was because of the original author.
I opened my dating circle and they were all fans of her previous circle from the original author.
I was so annoying that little fairies will sing a song for me?
It immediately became active inside.
He also said: "I'm very annoyed, this news is endless. Who is the author's heart blaming? It's just right that he died."
"Don't talk, the limelight is tight now." Li Xue was smart and quickly stopped those people.
Most of them were students, and they quickly turned the topic to their homework.
In fact, who died on this day and how he died, what has to do with them?
There is nothing wrong with it.
After all, not everyone wants to distinguish right from wrong, nor do they have compassion.
But, it just happened to be dead.
So how could I turn it around? Another face claimed that I was a true fan wronged by the original author.
What is the difference between this and pretending to be a hypocritical scum after being beaten up.
It is easy for Bo Jiu to sneak into this circle.
She had already sneaked in after learning about this.
But the more thorough you understand, the more you can't control the surging anger.
She understands very well what human nature is.
But this time, she has to endure it.
She was thinking about the consequences.
The consequences of the disclosure of evidence.
The deceased will be quickly identified as suicide.
The real murderer will not be found again.
But no one understands it.
In this case, there are two real murderers.
If the person who took the life of the deceased is the first real murderer.
The second real murderer is Li Xue, the infringer.
The first real murderer is easy to talk about, just catch it.
The second real murderer is not responsible, it’s all done if others say it.
After the family has money, I still publish books when I should publish books and when I should be happy.
The only way to survive is the original author.
Bo Jiu's hands were clenched little by little, and even his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, especially her eyes.
That kind of look shouldn't be something a high school student has.
Full of darkness.
At that moment, even Aunt Zhang could detect the changes in the boy.
Not to mention Qin Mo, he glanced at Bo Jiu's face, reached out and pulled the person back, his voice was very low: "If you can't make dumplings well, why are you angry with yourself?"
Perhaps it was because the breath coming from behind was too obvious that Bo Jiu would pull him back from that thought.
The person who speaks clearly is not very gentle.
But the great god seems to exist that way.
When she was about to become a dragon, she would always pull her back.
The dumplings are still being made.
But this time, the two people got closer.
"There is another point. After I figure it out, the case will be solved." Qin Mo put his handsome face on his side, and his voice was much more magnetic than before: "So you don't have to evolve into a typical anti-social personality anymore."
Antisocial personality?
Bo Jiu understood the great god's thoughts at this time. Could it be that the great god had already noticed that she was different from before?
It's just her existence that is understood according to the appearance of the second personality.
When talking about such topics, Bo Jiu will certainly avoid them. The most important thing is, what is the point that the great god can’t understand?
Chapter completed!