Chapter 1109
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In the room, Qin Mo was standing by the window, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
His eyes are very deep, just looking at that handsome side face, it is impossible to tell what kind of emotion he is.
When Bo Jiu walked in, she saw this scene, wondering if the Great God was unhappy because of being kidnapped by her, and wanted to go back to Huaxia.
Probably noticed where she was.
Qin Mo turned sideways, clutched his trouser pocket with one hand, raised his eyes halfway: "Gold Master Baba, are you free again?"
The mockery in that voice was palpable.
As for the look in the eyes of the great god when he called her the golden master Baba, it was especially like an assassin looking at Blue Baba...
Bo Jiu coughed lightly, and took another step forward: "Just now, Brother Mo didn't eat anything. The steak made by the housekeeper's grandpa is good. Brother Mo can try it. If you are really not used to it, I will still eat it. He has unique cooking skills."
Qin Mo looked at the thing that the man was holding, and didn't speak, nor did he show any expression of rejection.
Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, and she understood Qin Mo to some extent. If the great god really didn't like it, even his eyes would say rejection, and he would exude indifference from the inside out.
That kind of indifference.
Bo Jiu had seen it before, and was also worried that one day the indifference of the Great God would be used on her.
Now it seems that there is still salvation.
The corner of Bo Jiu's mouth curled up, took a fork and forked a piece of steak, and then fed it to Qin Mo's mouth.
Qin Mo glanced at her first, then opened his mouth, and after eating the steak, he felt that the weight on his chest was not so heavy.
Looking at Qin Mo, Bo Jiu thought that feeding someone she likes feels so wonderful.
Take the time to feed more.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu raised her thin lips, forked another piece of steak and handed it over.
Looking at the way the man lowered his eyes to eat, he was really handsome, as if he was reading a manga.
Bo Jiuzheng was happy, but unexpectedly, her thin lips, which had already touched the fleshy lump, suddenly changed direction and met hers.
Look at it from this angle.
All he could see was Bo Jiu's figure holding a tray.
Qin Mo was different, he clasped the back of her head with one hand, half bent his back, and didn't intend to hastily end the kiss.
My mind became blank.
Wait until it's over.
Bo Jiu's figure didn't change at all.
Qin Mo pressed his forehead against hers, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Forget about the person you knew when you were young."
"Huh?" Bo Jiu came back to her senses: "What?"
"Forget him." Qin Mo repeated this sentence.
It was a bit difficult for Bo Jiu to say, but she didn't know how to speak, so she reached out and hugged him, and asked without answering, with a smile in her voice: "Brother Mo, are you jealous?"
"Oh, why am I jealous?" Qin Dashen said casually even when he said something, "I'm reminding you, don't be so stupid, you have been tricked by others since you were a child."
Bo Jiu wanted to laugh a little bit, she tilted her head and endured it, after all, it was really a pleasure to listen to the great master blackmailing herself.
"Bo Xiaojiu, be serious." Qin Mo reached out and pinched the back of the boy's neck, as if very dissatisfied that she was still perfunctory him when he was so serious.
But after hearing that address, Bo Jiu suddenly raised her eyes: "What did you call me just now?"
"Bo Xiaojiu." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Isn't your surname Bo?"
"Yes, my surname is Bo." Bo Jiu repeated this sentence. At that moment just now, it seemed that he had returned to the past. The boy who was wearing a small suit and looked like a prince basically had a handsome and cold face every time he saw her. He will show an appearance of wanting to educate her, and call her by name and surname: "Bo Xiaojiu."
This name made Bo Jiu burst out laughing, looking at Qin Mo with a bit of anger: "Brother Mo, please call me again."
Qin Mo looked at her, and after a long time, stretched out his hand and flicked it on her forehead: "Little Bo, when you say this, shouldn't you let go of your waist first, eating tofu is delicious. happy?"
"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't let go: "You kissed me just now, what's wrong with me hugging you, to be honest, Brother Mo, you can't be too double-standard in life."
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you can do whatever you want because you tied me up? Baba."
Hearing this, Bo Jiu let go of her hand, thinking about it too, too aggressive.
Even if she really wanted to push forward, she had to wait until she got the medicine.
Qin Mo walked to the desk: "Let's talk about the case first."
"Yes." Bo Jiu put down the dinner plate, turned on the computer, and pulled out the information.
Qin Mo looked at the pictures above, each one was like some information network, seeping into his mind, forming blurred pictures one after another.
"Chinese stationed abroad, most of them are international students, they live alone, they don't have boyfriends, they don't look outstanding, and their family conditions are average. Check their online preview records before they died."
Qin Mo's voice was very weak, but pointed directly at the center: "Since their circle of friends is not rich, the way to follow them should be on the Internet."
"I think so too." Bo Jiu shook the USB flash drive in his hand: "So I checked it before coming here. The preview record is safe, but there is one thing I don't want to understand."
Qin Mo looked in Bo Jiu's direction: "Which point?"
"These numbers." Bo Jiu switched the chat tool of one of them, and a string of Arabic numbers appeared on the dialog box.
And the dead reply to the other party is also a number.
Add only one or two sentences, forget it.
But it happens that all the coming and going are written in this form.
This made Bo Jiu intuitively feel strange.
and……
"All the chat records of the deceased have these contents."
Bo Jiu tapped the space bar with his fingers, and switched to another page: "This is the same, for example, this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96... What does it mean, Sherlock Holmes code?"
"No." Qin Mo's eyes were dark: "It's not like, this is indeed a way of communication where they got it, if they communicate in this way, the other party will respond, but this is not Sherlock Holmes code. "
Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows: "So sure?"
Qin Mo's voice was very slow: "Do you think everyone knows how to read Sherlock Holmes code? Even if someone kills someone, it should be easy for people to get in. This is the murderer's idea."
Bo Jiu half propped his face with his left hand, looking somewhat lazy, like a young master of some family, thinking.
If it wasn't Sherlock Holmes code, what would it be?
simple?
Like 1314 which?
Think of this.
Bo Jiu inexplicably thought of those passwords of the Great God.
He looked at Qin Mo who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.
She never thought that the Great God would still sit next to her after learning her identity.
This is probably all due to the fact that she cleverly tied the master back home, cool!
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In the room, Qin Mo was standing by the window, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
His eyes are very deep, just looking at that handsome side face, it is impossible to tell what kind of emotion he is.
When Bo Jiu walked in, she saw this scene, wondering if the Great God was unhappy because of being kidnapped by her, and wanted to go back to Huaxia.
Probably noticed where she was.
Qin Mo turned sideways, clutched his trouser pocket with one hand, raised his eyes halfway: "Gold Master Baba, are you free again?"
The mockery in that voice was palpable.
As for the look in the eyes of the great god when he called her the golden master Baba, it was especially like an assassin looking at Blue Baba...
Bo Jiu coughed lightly, and took another step forward: "Just now, Brother Mo didn't eat anything. The steak made by the housekeeper's grandpa is good. Brother Mo can try it. If you are really not used to it, I will still eat it. He has unique cooking skills."
Qin Mo looked at the thing that the man was holding, and didn't speak, nor did he show any expression of rejection.
Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, and she understood Qin Mo to some extent. If the great god really didn't like it, even his eyes would say rejection, and he would exude indifference from the inside out.
That kind of indifference.
Bo Jiu had seen it before, and was also worried that one day the indifference of the Great God would be used on her.
Now it seems that there is still salvation.
The corner of Bo Jiu's mouth curled up, took a fork and forked a piece of steak, and then fed it to Qin Mo's mouth.
Qin Mo glanced at her first, then opened his mouth, and after eating the steak, he felt that the weight on his chest was not so heavy.
Looking at Qin Mo, Bo Jiu thought that feeding someone she likes feels so wonderful.
Take the time to feed more.
Thinking of this, Bo Jiu raised her thin lips, forked another piece of steak and handed it over.
Looking at the way the man lowered his eyes to eat, he was really handsome, as if he was reading a manga.
Bo Jiuzheng was happy, but unexpectedly, her thin lips, which had already touched the fleshy lump, suddenly changed direction and met hers.
Look at it from this angle.
All he could see was Bo Jiu's figure holding a tray.
Qin Mo was different, he clasped the back of her head with one hand, half bent his back, and didn't intend to hastily end the kiss.
My mind became blank.
Wait until it's over.
Bo Jiu's figure didn't change at all.
Qin Mo pressed his forehead against hers, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Forget about the person you knew when you were young."
"Huh?" Bo Jiu came back to her senses: "What?"
"Forget him." Qin Mo repeated this sentence.
It was a bit difficult for Bo Jiu to say, but she didn't know how to speak, so she reached out and hugged him, and asked without answering, with a smile in her voice: "Brother Mo, are you jealous?"
"Oh, why am I jealous?" Qin Dashen said casually even when he said something, "I'm reminding you, don't be so stupid, you have been tricked by others since you were a child."
Bo Jiu wanted to laugh a little bit, she tilted her head and endured it, after all, it was really a pleasure to listen to the great master blackmailing herself.
"Bo Xiaojiu, be serious." Qin Mo reached out and pinched the back of the boy's neck, as if very dissatisfied that she was still perfunctory him when he was so serious.
But after hearing that address, Bo Jiu suddenly raised her eyes: "What did you call me just now?"
"Bo Xiaojiu." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Isn't your surname Bo?"
"Yes, my surname is Bo." Bo Jiu repeated this sentence. At that moment just now, it seemed that he had returned to the past. The boy who was wearing a small suit and looked like a prince basically had a handsome and cold face every time he saw her. He will show an appearance of wanting to educate her, and call her by name and surname: "Bo Xiaojiu."
This name made Bo Jiu burst out laughing, looking at Qin Mo with a bit of anger: "Brother Mo, please call me again."
Qin Mo looked at her, and after a long time, stretched out his hand and flicked it on her forehead: "Little Bo, when you say this, shouldn't you let go of your waist first, eating tofu is delicious. happy?"
"It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't let go: "You kissed me just now, what's wrong with me hugging you, to be honest, Brother Mo, you can't be too double-standard in life."
Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you can do whatever you want because you tied me up? Baba."
Hearing this, Bo Jiu let go of her hand, thinking about it too, too aggressive.
Even if she really wanted to push forward, she had to wait until she got the medicine.
Qin Mo walked to the desk: "Let's talk about the case first."
"Yes." Bo Jiu put down the dinner plate, turned on the computer, and pulled out the information.
Qin Mo looked at the pictures above, each one was like some information network, seeping into his mind, forming blurred pictures one after another.
"Chinese stationed abroad, most of them are international students, they live alone, they don't have boyfriends, they don't look outstanding, and their family conditions are average. Check their online preview records before they died."
Qin Mo's voice was very weak, but pointed directly at the center: "Since their circle of friends is not rich, the way to follow them should be on the Internet."
"I think so too." Bo Jiu shook the USB flash drive in his hand: "So I checked it before coming here. The preview record is safe, but there is one thing I don't want to understand."
Qin Mo looked in Bo Jiu's direction: "Which point?"
"These numbers." Bo Jiu switched the chat tool of one of them, and a string of Arabic numbers appeared on the dialog box.
And the dead reply to the other party is also a number.
Add only one or two sentences, forget it.
But it happens that all the coming and going are written in this form.
This made Bo Jiu intuitively feel strange.
and……
"All the chat records of the deceased have these contents."
Bo Jiu tapped the space bar with his fingers, and switched to another page: "This is the same, for example, this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96... What does it mean, Sherlock Holmes code?"
"No." Qin Mo's eyes were dark: "It's not like, this is indeed a way of communication where they got it, if they communicate in this way, the other party will respond, but this is not Sherlock Holmes code. "
Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows: "So sure?"
Qin Mo's voice was very slow: "Do you think everyone knows how to read Sherlock Holmes code? Even if someone kills someone, it should be easy for people to get in. This is the murderer's idea."
Bo Jiu half propped his face with his left hand, looking somewhat lazy, like a young master of some family, thinking.
If it wasn't Sherlock Holmes code, what would it be?
simple?
Like 1314 which?
Think of this.
Bo Jiu inexplicably thought of those passwords of the Great God.
He looked at Qin Mo who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.
She never thought that the Great God would still sit next to her after learning her identity.
This is probably all due to the fact that she cleverly tied the master back home, cool!
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In the room, Qin Mo was standing by the window, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.His eyes are very deep, just looking at that handsome side face, it is impossible to tell what kind of emotion he is.When Bo Jiu walked in, she saw this scene, wondering if the Great God was unhappy because of being kidnapped by her, and wanted to go back to Huaxia.Probably noticed where she was.Qin Mo turned sideways, clutched his trouser pocket with one hand, raised his eyes halfway: "Gold Master Baba, are you free again?"The mockery in that voice was palpable.As for the look in the eyes of the great god when he called her the golden master Baba, it was especially like an assassin looking at Blue Baba...Bo Jiu coughed lightly, and took another step forward: "Just now, Brother Mo didn't eat anything. The steak made by the housekeeper's grandpa is good. Brother Mo can try it. If you are really not used to it, I will still eat it. He has unique cooking skills."Qin Mo looked at the thing that the man was holding, and didn't speak, nor did he show any expression of rejection.Bo Jiu's eyes lit up, and she understood Qin Mo to some extent. If the great god really didn't like it, even his eyes would say rejection, and he would exude indifference from the inside out.That kind of indifference.Bo Jiu had seen it before, and was also worried that one day the indifference of the Great God would be used on her.Now it seems that there is still salvation.The corner of Bo Jiu's mouth curled up, took a fork and forked a piece of steak, and then fed it to Qin Mo's mouth.Qin Mo glanced at her first, then opened his mouth, and after eating the steak, he felt that the weight on his chest was not so heavy.Looking at Qin Mo, Bo Jiu thought that feeding someone she likes feels so wonderful.Take the time to feed more.Thinking of this, Bo Jiu raised her thin lips, forked another piece of steak and handed it over.Looking at the way the man lowered his eyes to eat, he was really handsome, as if he was reading a manga.Bo Jiuzheng was happy, but unexpectedly, her thin lips, which had already touched the fleshy lump, suddenly changed direction and met hers.Look at it from this angle.All he could see was Bo Jiu's figure holding a tray.Qin Mo was different, he clasped the back of her head with one hand, half bent his back, and didn't intend to hastily end the kiss.My mind became blank.Wait until it's over.Bo Jiu's figure didn't change at all.Qin Mo pressed his forehead against hers, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Forget about the person you knew when you were young.""Huh?" Bo Jiu came back to her senses: "What?""Forget him." Qin Mo repeated this sentence.It was a bit difficult for Bo Jiu to say, but she didn't know how to speak, so she reached out and hugged him, and asked without answering, with a smile in her voice: "Brother Mo, are you jealous?""Oh, why am I jealous?" Qin Dashen said casually even when he said something, "I'm reminding you, don't be so stupid, you have been tricked by others since you were a child."Bo Jiu wanted to laugh a little bit, she tilted her head and endured it, after all, it was really a pleasure to listen to the great master blackmailing herself."Bo Xiaojiu, be serious." Qin Mo reached out and pinched the back of the boy's neck, as if very dissatisfied that she was still perfunctory him when he was so serious.But after hearing that address, Bo Jiu suddenly raised her eyes: "What did you call me just now?""Bo Xiaojiu." Qin Mo's voice was very light: "Isn't your surname Bo?""Yes, my surname is Bo." Bo Jiu repeated this sentence. At that moment just now, it seemed that he had returned to the past. The boy who was wearing a small suit and looked like a prince basically had a handsome and cold face every time he saw her. He will show an appearance of wanting to educate her, and call her by name and surname: "Bo Xiaojiu."This name made Bo Jiu burst out laughing, looking at Qin Mo with a bit of anger: "Brother Mo, please call me again."Qin Mo looked at her, and after a long time, stretched out his hand and flicked it on her forehead: "Little Bo, when you say this, shouldn't you let go of your waist first, eating tofu is delicious. happy?""It's okay." Bo Jiu didn't let go: "You kissed me just now, what's wrong with me hugging you, to be honest, Brother Mo, you can't be too double-standard in life."Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you can do whatever you want because you tied me up? Baba."Hearing this, Bo Jiu let go of her hand, thinking about it too, too aggressive.Even if she really wanted to push forward, she had to wait until she got the medicine.Qin Mo walked to the desk: "Let's talk about the case first.""Yes." Bo Jiu put down the dinner plate, turned on the computer, and pulled out the information.Qin Mo looked at the pictures above, each one was like some information network, seeping into his mind, forming blurred pictures one after another."Chinese stationed abroad, most of them are international students, they live alone, they don't have boyfriends, they don't look outstanding, and their family conditions are average. Check their online preview records before they died."Qin Mo's voice was very weak, but pointed directly at the center: "Since their circle of friends is not rich, the way to follow them should be on the Internet.""I think so too." Bo Jiu shook the USB flash drive in his hand: "So I checked it before coming here. The preview record is safe, but there is one thing I don't want to understand."Qin Mo looked in Bo Jiu's direction: "Which point?""These numbers." Bo Jiu switched the chat tool of one of them, and a string of Arabic numbers appeared on the dialog box.And the dead reply to the other party is also a number.Add only one or two sentences, forget it.But it happens that all the coming and going are written in this form.This made Bo Jiu intuitively feel strange.and"All the chat records of the deceased have these contents."Bo Jiu tapped the space bar with his fingers, and switched to another page: "This is the same, for example, this string of numbers, 8464, 7486, 64, 54, 94, 2264, 96... What does it mean, Sherlock Holmes code?""No." Qin Mo's eyes were dark: "It's not like, this is indeed a way of communication where they got it, if they communicate in this way, the other party will respond, but this is not Sherlock Holmes code. "Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows: "So sure?"Qin Mo's voice was very slow: "Do you think everyone knows how to read Sherlock Holmes code? Even if someone kills someone, it should be easy for people to get in. This is the murderer's idea."Bo Jiu half propped his face with his left hand, looking somewhat lazy, like a young master of some family, thinking.If it wasn't Sherlock Holmes code, what would it be?simple?Like 1314 which?Think of this.Bo Jiu inexplicably thought of those passwords of the Great God.He looked at Qin Mo who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.She never thought that the Great God would still sit next to her after learning her identity.This is probably all due to the fact that she cleverly tied the master back home, cool!Message to readers: At the end of the month, ask for a small monthly ticket, and the update is normal, and...
