Chapter 1455

Probably because I like it so much.

So much so that even Admiral Qin vaguely knew what his son was thinking.

It's not what Mr. An said.

But after coming down from Mount Wutai, Qin Mo had a very high fever.

Before going to the army with him, I grabbed his sleeve and told him to show mercy if he met someone who was good at playing keyboards.

In fact, at that time, anyone who knew Qin Mo knew that he had taken on a lot of cases, and the more hacker-related cases he was, the more interested he was.

At that time, Qin Mo was still wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School. He was a handsome young man with delicate eyebrows and elegant demeanor.

No one can connect this handsome high school student who is so unreal with the master who has repeatedly solved strange cases.

Many people said that they don't know what this great god is thinking. His emotions are so light that people can't see happiness or anger, and they are elegant and elegant. He can easily describe the psychology of criminals.

Not at all like a high school student.

It is as cold as an iceberg that cannot be melted for a thousand years.

No one has ever seen him smile.

I have seen him feed the stray cats on the side of the road.

I also know that he also has a domestic cat named Princess.

No one has figured it out.

I have always been a male cat, why is it called a princess.

undoubtedly.

Qin Mo is a genius.

He is often praised as such.

"I never expected that such a little ice cube like you could come out of the old Qin's family."

This is what Huang Bureau said with a big laugh when he first met Qin Mo.

At that time, Qin Mo was still looking down at the corpse under his feet. After hearing his words, his gloved hand was stained with blood on the ground, and he raised his eyes slightly.

Bureau Huang's stomach was not as round as it is now, at most it was like a small balloon. When he saw Qin Bingkuo glance at him, he thought what the other party was going to say. After all, he was an elder and the director, right?

"Excuse me." The sound quality is very light, and it is indeed a bit emotional when it is said by a person wearing a high school uniform.

But wait a minute, isn't this the way you speak to the director, this kid Qin, you have to educate him, educate him!

Bureau Huang is planning to use his authority.

Over there, Qin Mo said another sentence, very casually: "Your stomach is too big, which hinders my reading of clues."

Bureau Huang: ...Now kids, if you are smarter, you will go to heaven!

"Uncle Huang should understand that the case is the most important." Qin Mo seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and took off his gloves slowly. He did that action. For some reason, it was like a deacon in a cartoon, so handsome. The students over there are not even afraid of people dying here.

Bureau Huang coughed, but didn't speak yet.

The voice rang again, this time with a slight chill: "It wasn't a suicide, it was a homicide. The traces of blood are wrong. If you committed suicide, it wouldn't stay here. In addition, the murderer took away a person."

Bureau Huang knew it wasn't suicide. After all, he was also an old driver, and he could see that.

But what does it mean that the criminal also took a person?

"cell phone."

Qin Mo glanced sideways, and set his eyes on the grass next to him: "Here is a cell phone that is neither a murderer nor a dead person."

Bureau Huang couldn't believe it: "How do you know it wasn't the murderer's."

"Uncle Huang, this is a serial murder, how stupid the murderer would leave his mobile phone at the scene?" Qin Mo asked lightly.

Huang Ju choked on the poison, this junior ice cube is really uncute! For the sake of you being so good at solving crimes, I will tolerate you!

A thousand characters away: I won’t read book reviews until the end of the month. I have been writing the proofreading carefully, and it won’t be affected by opening a new article. I hope some people can be quiet and let me update normally. (To be honest, aren’t you busy? Give me your time, and I can still have a meal with my family. I haven’t had a day off since I wrote Weiwei. I always think that the author should not say these things. After all, this It’s our profession. Today I’m talking about it because it’s New Year’s Eve. Let me be quiet and learn how to write. After I finish writing, I still have to spend time with my family. It’s Chinese New Year, and those who deliver food can have a glass of water to drink. People who always say that they like this book, what? Give me a glass of water sometime.)