Chapter 1114

"So a person who doesn't like to talk doesn't mean that she won't want to kill people." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Sometimes, when resentment accumulates to a certain extent, this kind of thought will arise, but there is one thing, the murderer asked her to kill someone." Being an accomplice does not necessarily apply to Chen Hong."

Bo Jiu frowned: "A few other victims."

"This is just my conjecture. It depends on the evidence to confirm this conjecture." Qin Mo stretched out his hand, picked up the mobile phone next to him, and typed the last sentence from the murderer: "The thing that needs you to do has been sent to your It's in the mailbox, open it and have a look."

"Mailbox?" Bo Jiu narrowed her eyes: "This is..."

Qin Mo's voice didn't change much: "It's most likely the mailbox in the school. Generally speaking, this kind of mailbox is not used at all. It's not surprising that the police will miss it."

"I'll go see the school tomorrow." Bo Jiu smiled. Although she didn't go to places like schools very much before, she is familiar with them now. Mo'er is very important.

Qin Mo put down his phone, looked up at Bo Jiu, and said in a very calm voice, "Sleeping."

"So early?" Bo Jiu frowned, her hands were faster than her mouth.

Qin Mo looked at the person who was tugging at the hem of his clothes, and turned his handsome face, which meant to let Bo Jiu let go.

Bo Jiu laughed, with a bit of anger: "Brother Mo, I bought Burger King and Coke, play games, and go to bed after eating?"

"No computer, no mobile phone." Qin Mo's eyes were dim.

Bo Jiu thought for a while: "Wait."

After speaking, he went downstairs and went to the study.

Open the drawer in the study, there are at least a dozen mobile phones inside.

Basically, they are all different brands and models, and these are also her usual tools. I took one at random and tried it out, and the response was not bad.

Connected to the wireless network and went back to the room.

"Brother Mo, you use my phone, I use this."

Qin Mo snorted: "You are not afraid of who I will contact."

"I'm a trumpet. There's no one on it, so you can't contact anyone." When Bo Jiu smiled, she always looked very cute.

Such a deceptive fox appearance made Qin Mo raise his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the game nickname on the phone screen.

Bo Jiu coughed softly, she had a lot of calculations in her heart, and she missed her nickname.

"Qin Mo is my little secretary?" Qin Mo snorted again.

Bo Jiu could tell that there was only a lot of ridicule in it.

Qin Mo slid his fingers across the screen: "Every day, the money master Baba thinks about, it's really no different from a dream."

Bo Jiuxin said, I want to tie you up, but I did it anyway, and I can sleep in a while, so it's just a dream.

However, Bo Jiu would not say these words stupidly, and sat lazily on the sofa, with the black jacket still on, took a straw and inserted it into the Coke.

Qin Mo sat next to her: "What kind of hero do you choose?"

"Whatever, anyway, with Brother Mo here, I can lie down and win." Bo Jiu bit a piece of French fries, thinking that the medicine should be almost mixed.

Qin Mo turned his eyes to the side and looked at the man again: "I play with one hand, how can I let you lie down and win."

"Then I'll take Brother Mo to lie down and win." Bo Jiu smiled and chose a hero he often played.

Game entry.

Qin Mo is really operating with one hand.

When I came up, I typed three words: "Practice heroes."

The first reaction of the teammates was that this round was a bit hanging.

Fortunately, he chose Fatan, not the kind who would die easily.

The teammates feel that it is not too bad.

They are all played with trumpets, and the levels are all low.

Bo Jiu played this game in a completely different style from her usual style.

Thinking about the medicine in the cola, the speed of killing wild monsters is very slow, only relying on level a.

In fact, there is something wrong with the perception of teammates.

In this game, anyone who plays the middle lane plays a very critical role.

We say that a top laner hero guards the top lane tower, as long as he can defend for four minutes, he is a good top laner. After all, one person must fight against at least two people, and sometimes there will be one person ambushing in the grass.

The assassin in the jungle didn't go to support the top lane within four minutes, not a good jungler.

But these are not as important as those from the middle.

Hitting the middle is not just enough for you to defend the moat tower.

You must always look at the small map to support at any time.

So the position where Qin Mo stood was very important.

Even in this kind of small game, no one would come to fight against the wild. According to Qin Mo's style of play, he was used to it. He zoomed in on the small map to see his own jungle area. He frowned a little: "And Lan Baba, you hit me and I hit you, did you have a good time?"

When Bo Jiu heard that the French fries had just finished eating, she looked back to her mobile phone screen, and she was about to be beaten to death by Lan Baba.

An assassin being killed by Blue Baba...is enough.

Bo Jiu thought for a while, she might as well act first, and then speak after she acted, otherwise, she would always miss that cup of Coke.

After thinking of this, she turned her eyes sideways and glanced at the great god who was playing games with lowered eyes.

The one who hits Fatan with one hand and has time to stare at her is probably the only one like the Great God.

It's impossible not to lose blood, but relying on the master's habit of calculating blood volume and skills, if he doesn't leave the tower, the opponent really can't help him.

Even at this level, everyone likes to be in the group.

Three people came at once, and the assassin on the opposite side was still hiding in the grass. When he knocked down with a stick, the master flashed with one hand and released a skill.

Three people lost blood at the same time.

Of course, lethality is not enough.

Qin Mo was still standing under the tower, and said slowly, "Look at your own mobile phone."

Bo Jiu: ...Even if she peeks, she can notice...

Bo Jiu didn't want to drink because he didn't want to drink, so he hit a wild monster, then picked up the Coke, and the straw touched Qin Mo's lips.

First Young Master Qin never drank this kind of thing, but when someone brought it over, it was different. He drank a couple of sips and said, "Come here and take the head."

"Okay." Bo Jiu saw that the master drank the coke, the corners of his mouth were half hooked, and he was holding a big knife. He released his first skill and hit the mob. His big move jumped over the wall and went directly into the crowd.

In addition, Qin Mo cooperated with the chain lock with one hand.

The opponent's sorcerer originally came over and wanted to freeze Bo Jiu, but she didn't expect that as soon as her skills were thrown out, Bo Jiu came behind her, and there were a few saber sounds.

K, o.

Got the first drop of blood.

Back behind him again, he happened to meet the shooter with residual blood.

The machete swung horizontally.

Double kill!

Bo Jiu's blood also lost half.

The assassin squatting in the grass on the opposite side wanted to hit him with a stick.

At this moment, Bo Jiu made a big move and jumped back into the moat tower, making it impossible for anyone to catch her.

Not only that.

Qin Mo took the opportunity to open up and attract people.

Bo Jiu turned around again with the scimitar in her hand, making two swishing sounds.

Three, kill!

The news from the middle surprised the other three teammates.

But in their eyes, it is not Fatan who is powerful.

After Bo Jiu finished collecting the heads, she started to look sideways at Qin Mo again. She didn't forget to switch out of the game to check the time.

When he went in again, he found that he was dead.

died?

Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows, the assassin of the other party should not be resurrected, when did he come to collect the head?

Qin Mo glanced at someone, turned sideways, and pointed his finger on her screen: "How does it feel to be killed by the other party's moat tower?"

Bo Jiu: ...It's better to be beaten to death by Lan Baba.

But she noticed something.

That is, after the Great God finished saying this, he stretched out his hand and tore off the collar of his shirt, and even that handsome face was more bloody than usual.

Three minutes.

The drug effects should start to kick in.

Bo Jiu thought so, and rushed into the crowd again, but this time he forgot to use his skills and his position, and died instantly when he went in.

Qin Mo turned his head and said with thin lips, "Are you an undercover agent sent by the other party?"

Bo Jiu took another french fries in his mouth, and when he was casual, he still had a hint of ruffianism: "Brother Mo, I only died twice, and you can see that I died four times in the next step. If you want to say who is an undercover agent, that is , the economy is poor, and the other party hits me, and I lose blood quickly."

"Do you still want to win?" Qin Mo's tone was very slow.

Bo Jiu smiled: "Thought."

Qin Mo didn't speak. If he couldn't even tell someone's state, then he wouldn't need to be an expert in criminology.

So absent-minded, I don't know what to think.

The only thing Qin Mo could think of was related to the person she contacted in the car just before she went upstairs.

This made him pause his fingers.

That's it.

The opponent's mage hit him with a fireball.

Plus a big sweep.

Three people surrounded him in the center.

It must be impossible to go.

Look at the falling characters on the screen.

Qin Mo tugged at the neckline again, as if the only way to make himself less annoying.

But those eyes are cold.

Bo Jiu was also surprised how the master died.

Logically speaking, even if it is operated with one hand, if there is no exit from the tower, the Great God will do nothing.

Is it the effect of medicine?

After thinking about it, Bo Jiu only felt that there was such a possibility, and the corners of her mouth turned up, it seemed that she was not far from success.

Qin Mo really didn't realize where his annoyance came from, but the people on the bottom road still yelled: "Don't send Fatan away, and stay under the tower and don't come out for training heroes."

A person who has died six times is really not qualified to say such a thing.

However, Qin Mo didn't pay attention to this, probably because his mind was restless, so even his lips were a little dry.

Putting down the phone, he brought over the Coke next to him, took a few sips, and returned to the game again.

Bo Jiu was sitting next to her, full of smiles. It seems that the medicine really worked, otherwise, according to the habit of the Great God, she probably wouldn't take the initiative to drink Coke.

The game is an existence that can divert people's attention.

In addition, Qin Mo was hiding something in his heart. By the time he realized something was wrong, the people on their side were already playing the game, and the people on the other side were coming to grab it.

He paused there, frowned, turned his eyes sideways, and looked at the Coke that was put aside...

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