Chapter 1347

When she heard the tearing sound just now, Fan Jia was still secretly happy, and finally solved this thing.

But when she saw the thing that slipped and fell on the ground, her expression changed suddenly!

That is a photo.

The photo should have been taken with a Polaroid, and the colors are very vivid.

In the photo, the sun is just right.

A little girl wearing a little tiger outfit was jumping at a little boy, smiling very nicely, as if she had been dipped in sugar.

The little boy was very cold and had an indescribable expression, but he stretched out his hand and held the little girl's waist, as if he was afraid that she would touch him, or that she would fall, even the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, but it was not I hate it, but I feel a little helpless, with softness written in my eyes.

It's easy to think of the ancient poem in China: "The concubine's hair is covered at the beginning, the drama is folded in front of the door, the man rides a bamboo horse, and the green plums are grown around the bed,"

In fact, none of this is the subject of the photograph.

But under the group photo, there is a sentence written in beautiful italics: "If there is a god, I hope this idiot wearing a little tiger's clothes will live a safe and happy life."

It turned out that this amulet was not used by him to pray for himself since the day he asked for it.

For so many years, what he has treated as a treasure that he does not want to leave is praying for another person.

That moment.

Fanjia hates it so much!

My first reaction was to destroy the photo!

But that slender white hand was one step ahead of her, holding down the photo, and the foot that was allowed to be lifted by her stepped on his index finger abruptly!

Fanjia is very powerful.

Being stepped on like that, it is impossible not to hurt.

But Qin Mo didn't even blink his eyes, his handsome side face was silent in the halo that penetrated in, his eyes seemed to be only the little girl in the photo, and his fingertips slid over the top of her head It was as if something melted in my heart, as if I could hear the sound of the lock being opened.

What he was most afraid of facing was losing this person.

The pictures in the photo seemed to be endowed with a sense of camera, and one scene after another, passed through his mind.

She rushed over, hugged him and said, "Momo, how much do you pay per catty? I'll buy you with money."

She refused to go back to her home to sleep, hugged her small keyboard and said, "This is my favorite toy, I give it to you, and you just let me sleep for one night, just one night."

She is very obedient lying on his bed. It is hard to imagine that she is such a headache, and she is also obedient. She always leans over when she gets to the back: "I hold you, you don't want to go back to Huaxia, um, what I mean Yes, you don’t have to be so homesick.”

He was sick, and even grandpa didn't notice, only she hugged herself, her eyes were red and she didn't cry, she went to the family doctor.

After he caught a cold, he was afraid of infecting her, so he specially placed a lot of flower pots by the window, just to prevent her from coming again, but even the gods couldn't stop the little tiger. It took a lot of effort to educate him: "You can't treat your little friend like this."

I have found all the reasons to sleep with him, and every time I eat, I will give him what he likes, and what he likes, I will definitely see her bring it over the next day.

Even if grandpa didn't know what he was interested in, she knew very well.

The way she smiled, the way she was jealous, the way she stretched out her hand to press him against the wall when she grew up, the way her mouth slightly curled up.

Never was anyone.

It's always been the idiot who thought he was a girl when he was a child...

Fan Jia sensed Qin Mo's strangeness, and just about to speak, tried to use words to give psychological hints.

But what she didn't expect was that she hadn't opened her mouth yet.

Swish!

A playing card flew over and scratched her face very sharply.

Fan Jia's face turned pale, watching the man slowly stand up from the ground holding the photo, even his eyes trembled a little.

She doesn't believe it.

No one can unlock the key to psychological suggestion!

This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

But the coldness emanating from the man made Fan Jia really feel what fear is.

The poker at his fingertips swiped towards her again, this time cutting her wrist.

Fanjia has never been so close to death like today.

She could see that he really wanted to kill.

When that person came out of the light and shadow, Fanjia already knew that she was going to be finished.

Because it no longer looks like the gaze of a person controlled by psychological suggestion.

Instead, he used to be cold, abstinent, and condescending.

Fan Jia took a few steps back. To her, he was not a god, but a devil.

There was no trace of warmth in his gaze when he looked at her, and it was as cold as his casual tone after he exposed her: "You want to imitate her?"

That time, Fanjia almost had no way to escape.

It was because of this that she hated Z even more, and tried many ways to make Z die.

But that person has always been like this, and his ghost lingers!

Fan Jia gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "I do so much because I like you, why don't you know how to pity me."

Qin Mo's voice was very weak: "After killing someone and taking other people's things, you still say that you are pitiful, heh, why should I give my pitiful heart to a person who is even worse than an animal?"

Fan Jia reached out and covered her ears: "I just like you, I just like you, how can you say that about me!"

"Do you really want to say that you are innocent?" Qin Mo slowly turned the playing cards in his hand.

Fan Jia shook hands: "Isn't it?"

"You can go to hell and ask, those people who were killed by you, those who can't complain because of your injustice, are all innocent?" Qin Mo moved.

Another poker ring!

Fanjia's other wrist was also cut.

She suddenly realized that her hands would be abolished!

"How can you be so ruthless!" Fan Jia's face was distorted: "Why don't you just kill me!"

Qin Mo rolled his eyelids: "My hands only kill people, but you are not worthy."

When Fan Jia heard the last sentence, he seemed to be crazy.

But at this moment, he didn't know what gesture Qin Mo had just made towards the outside.

A group of plainclothes rushed in from outside!

Reach out and hold her down!

Fan Jia struggled: "If you are capable, kill me, kill me!"

"Life in prison is more suitable for you than if I kill you." Qin Mo glanced sideways, with coldness in his eyes: "Don't worry, you won't die, let alone come out, don't you guys like playing tricks of drowning? Then give it a try in prison."

Fan Jia's face changed drastically when she heard this, she understood Qin Mo's meaning, he wanted her to experience the feeling of dying every day, he crippled her hands, just to make her have no resistance in prison.

What kind of place is a prison? It simply eats people without spitting out their bones!

Probably Fanjia cried too much.

A plainclothes shook his head: "This is quite pitiful."

Qin Mo tilted his head and swept towards this side: "Do you think she is pitiful?"

"I think..."

Just then a voice sounded from behind: "I think the murderer is pitiful, I feel that people are dead anyway, why let this person pay for his life, I think it's nothing to harm people, heh, do you know what the difference between a human and a beast is, human Have a heart, understand that those spirits in the sky will be disturbed, and understand what blood debts are called, if you really feel sorry for her, then I will send you a blessing, I hope your closest people will be thrown into the sea, and no one will avenge you."

The plainclothes stared, turned his head and wanted to refute, but found that the person who came was in military uniform.

That was Young Master Tang, and he was still the same as before, full of smiles: "I don't know, people in the system now casually say that a murderer is pitiful for the deceased, and Fanjia killed many people, including ours. Comrade, if you are worried about her life in prison, you can pack up your things today and move to the prison, and you can take care of her, that would be great."

Plainclothes stopped short.

After he looked at the side face without any intention of joking, cold sweat soaked his entire back.

Qin Mo stood opposite Tang Shao.

Both of them are tall and tall, but one is wearing a military uniform and the other is wearing a windbreaker, completely opposite styles.

In front of them, Fanjia's methods were useless at all.

"I still have something to do." Qin Mo raised his eyes and said to Tang Shao: "I can't go back with you."

He knew it, Tang Shao reached out and rubbed his brows: "How many days?"

"After the Asian Games." Qin Mo's voice remained unchanged.

Tang Shao raised his eyebrows: "You know I'm in charge of this case." If it was someone else, he shouldn't be like this.

"If you want to catch me, who else will pick me up besides you." Qin Mo's tone was as natural as talking about the weather.

Tang Shao smiled: "Qin Shao is absurd, do I look like such a person who has fallen into trouble?"

Qin Mo didn't pay attention, but actually kept looking down: "Young Master Tang seems to have misunderstood himself."

Of course, Tang Shao couldn't escape such a look, and Qin Mo didn't intend to hide it either.

"Forget it, just treat it as my dowry to Z." Young Master Tang moved to the left to get out of the way, and those same plain clothes also put away their guns.

Fan Jia didn't want to be put in prison like this, she would rather die.

But heaven is good for reincarnation.

As Tang Shao said, someone will always do something to make those undead who died unjustly and those who have been taken away and not get fair get fair.

Of course, selfish people will always make excuses for themselves.

Conversing black and white, being good at lying, being able to claim other people's things as your own in order to get attention when you are young, and killing someone when you grow up, you can live with peace of mind.

Anyway, after a long time, you can be forgiven.

Anyway, there are still a lot of people who blamed them.

But all the same.

in this world.

There will always be a group of people who, they know, have to be in awe.

As Mandela said, if the sky is dark, live in the dark, if you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in the corner. Don't defend the darkness just because you are used to it, don't be proud of your own slack, don't mock those who are braver and more passionate than yourself, we can be as humble as dust, but not twisted like maggots.

There will always be light.

no matter how dark it was.

Bo Jiu didn't believe this sentence before.

Because it's too hard when you're alone.

No one can understand what you are talking about, let alone what you are missing.

Later, there was always someone who gently held her in his arms when she was sad, and asked her in a low voice, "Are you a fool?"

Bo Jiu felt that she could never find such a person, who was both vicious and gentle.

She has thought a lot, pure white people cannot be used as lights.

Because it is too fragile to withstand the slightest wave.

Unlike that person, like the Kunlun Mountains, not only lights are lit, but also the shadow of the sun and the moon.

So, so, so like.

Bo Jiu knew that she was a little distracted, her head was resting on the steering wheel, and she was still a little angry for some reason.

Just as he was about to move, he found that the door had been pulled open.

Followed by a slightly cold embrace.

Bo Jiu couldn't open her eyes, but her nose was fine. The familiar smell of mint and tobacco made her feel that she must have been burnt out to have the illusion of being held in someone's arms.

Or maybe she misses someone too much.

Bo Jiu told herself so.

His forehead was pressed against something slightly cool.

Then, holding her tighter.

Before her confused thoughts could figure out what was going on.

The most familiar voice came from next to my ear: "Bo Xiaojiu."

Um? It's calling her name.

"Are you an idiot?" Qin Mo was angry at himself. Now that he had recovered his memory, he knew why she had such a high fever. It was all scalded by that temperature.

Bo Jiu frowned, she didn't want to be called a fool when she was sick, let alone is she really a master? No matter how you think about it, it is impossible.

Thinking like this, move.

But someone was one step ahead of her, held her hand, trapped her whole body in a warm embrace, as if afraid that she would be frozen, took her hand, and stuffed it directly into the Under his clothes, the palm of his hand was pressed against his skin, and his fingertips were no longer cold.

Bo Jiu didn't see Qin Mo's face at this moment.

What's more, he didn't know that the aloof young master Qin was using this method to keep her warm.

The only person who knows all this is Lamborghini Blackie. It really has no eyes to see, and what it doesn't expect is that the big devil usually looks cold and inhuman.

He would actually use this method to keep his master warm.

It's cold outside now.

He directly picked up the person's hand and stuffed it into his clothes.

Just to make the host more comfortable.

Ma Dan, now even it believes that the devil has true love for its master.

It is indeed true love.

Because vaguely, there came a sentence, softly, very lightly: "I'm sorry."

Message to readers: My memory is restored, the main text is about to end, the first extra episode is about Mo Jiu’s childhood, fourth watch, Ann, um, I love you very much.