No. 1805

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

But when she saw something slipping on the ground, her expression suddenly changed!

That's a photo.

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

In the photo, the sun is shining just right.

A little girl wearing a little tiger costume was rushing towards a little boy, with a very beautiful smile, as if she was dipped in candy.

The little boy was very cold and his expression was hard to describe, but he stretched out his hand and held the little girl's waist, as if he was afraid that she would touch him or fall. He even pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, but he didn't. Disliked, but slightly helpless, with a slight softness written in his eyes.

It's easy to think of that ancient Chinese poem: "The concubine's hair is first covered with hair, and she plays in front of the door with flowers folded. The man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums."

In fact, this is not the subject of the photo.

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

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

For so many years, he had treated it like a treasure that he didn't want to leave. It was praying for another person.

That moment.

Fan Jia hated 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, letting her raised foot forcefully step on his index finger!

Fanjia is very powerful.

It's impossible not to feel pain when you're stepped on like that.

But Qin Mo didn't even blink. His handsome side face was silent in the halo of light. It seemed that only the little girl in the photo was left in his eyes. His fingertips slid over the clasp on the top of her head. wearing a tiger hat, something in my heart suddenly melted away, as if I could hear the sound of the lock being opened.

What he fears most is losing this person.

The scenes in the photos seemed to be given the sense of a lens, and one scene after another passed through his mind.

She rushed over, hugged him and said, "Momo, how much does it cost per pound? I will spend money to buy you."

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

She lay on his bed and was very obedient. It was hard to imagine that she, who was so troublesome, could also be obedient. She would always come close to him when he got to the back: "If I hold you, you won't want to go back to China. Well, what I mean is Yes, you don’t have to miss home so much.”

He was sick, and even his grandfather didn't notice. She was the only one who hugged him and went to find the family doctor without crying with her eyes red.

After he caught a cold, he was afraid of infecting her, so he placed a lot of flower pots by the window to prevent her from coming again, but even the gods couldn't stop the little tiger. His face turned black, and he had to climb in, which was so evil. He took the trouble to educate him: "You can't treat your little friends like this."

She found every reason to sleep with him. Every time she ate, she would give him something he liked. Whatever he liked, he would definitely see her bring it over the next day.

Even though her grandfather didn't know what he was interested in, she knew it 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, with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

It was never anyone.

He was always the idiot who thought he was a girl when he was little...

Fan Jia noticed something strange about Qin Mo and was about to speak, trying to use words to give psychological hints.

But what she didn't expect was that he hadn't waited until she opened her mouth.

Swish!

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

Fan Jia's face turned pale, and her eyes trembled as she watched the man slowly stand up from the ground with the photo in hand.

She didn't believe it.

No one can unlock the key to psychological suggestion!

This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

But the coldness radiating from the man's body,

But it made Fan Jia really feel what fear was.

The poker on his fingertips struck her again, this time slicing her wrist.

Fanjia has never been so close to death as he is today.

She could tell that he really had murderous thoughts.

When that person walked out of the light and shadow, Fanjia already knew that she was doomed.

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

Instead, he used to be cold, ascetic, and aloof.

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

There was no trace of warmth in his eyes when he looked at her. It was as cold as the careless tone he used after exposing 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 thought of many ways to make Z die.

But that person has always been like this, haunting him!

Fanjia gritted his teeth and took a deep breath: "I did all this because I like you, why don't you know how to pity me?"

Qin Mo's voice was very light: "After killing people and taking away other people's things, you still call yourself pitiful. Oh, why should I give my pity to a person who is worse than a beast?"

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

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

Fan Jia clasped his hands: "Isn't it?"

"You can go to hell and ask, are all the people you killed who were innocent because of your grievances?" Qin Mo moved.

Another poker sound!

Fanjia's other wrist was also cut.

She suddenly realized that her hands would be useless!

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

Qin Mo raised his eyelids: "My hands only kill people, and 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 kind of gesture Qin Mo made towards the outside.

A group of plainclothes men rushed in from outside!

He reached out and held her down!

Fan Jia struggled: "Kill me if you can, kill me!"

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

When Fan Jia heard this, her expression changed drastically. She understood what Qin Mo meant. He wanted to make her experience the feeling of dying every day. He crippled her hands just to make her have no ability to resist in prison.

What kind of place is a prison? It's a place where people eat people without spitting out their bones!

Probably Fanjia cried too much.

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

Qin Mo tilted his head and glanced this way: "Do you think she is pitiful?"

"I think..."

Then I heard a voice from behind: "I feel sorry for the murderer. I feel that everyone is dead anyway, why should I let this person pay with his life? I feel that harming people is nothing. Oh, do you know the difference between humans and animals? Humans If you have a heart, you understand that the spirits in heaven will be uneasy, and you also understand what it means to repay a blood debt with blood. If you really feel sorry for her, then I send you a blessing. I hope that the people closest to you will be thrown into the sea, and no one will avenge you. "

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

That was Mr. Tang. He was still smiling as before: "I don't know. Nowadays, people in the system casually say that a murderer is pitiful for the deceased. Fan Jia killed many people, including ours." Comrade, if you are worried about her life in prison, you can pack your things and move to the prison today. It would be great if you can still take care of her. "

The plainclothes man suddenly paused.

When he saw that there was no joke in that side face, cold sweat soaked his entire back.

Qin Mo stood opposite Mr. Tang.

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, Fan Jia's methods were useless.

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

He knew that Young Master Tang stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "How many days?"

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

Mr. Tang raised his eyebrows: "You know I am responsible for this case." If it were someone else, he would not be like this.

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

Mr. Tang smiled: "Young Master Qin, you are wrong. Do I look like someone who is adding insult to injury?"

Qin Mo was careless, but in fact he kept looking down: "Young Master Tang seems to have some misunderstandings about himself."

Of course, such a look could not escape Mr. Tang's eyes, and Qin Mo had no intention of hiding it.

"Forget it, just think of it as my dowry for Z." Mr. Tang moved to the left to get out of the way, and the same plainclothes men also put away their guns.

Fanjia didn't want to be thrown into prison like this, she would rather die.

But God's way is good for reincarnation.

Just like Mr. Tang said, there is always someone who has to do something to bring justice to the undead souls who died unjustly and to those who had their things taken away and did not receive justice.

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

He confuses right and wrong and is good at lying. When he was young, he could claim other people's things as his own in order to gain attention. When he grew up, he could kill someone and live with peace of mind.

Anyway, as time goes by, you can be forgiven.

Anyway, there are still a lot of people to blame for them.

But the same thing.

In this world.

There will always be a group of people who know that they must be in awe.

Just like Mandela said, if the sky is dark, then live in the dark; if you feel unable 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 complacency, and don't ridicule those who are braver and more passionate than yourself. We can be as humble as dust, but we cannot be twisted like maggots.

It will always be bright.

No matter how dark it once was.

Bo Jiu didn't believe this before.

Because it’s too difficult to be alone.

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

Later, there was always someone who would hold her gently in his arms when she was sad and ask her in a low voice: "Are you stupid?"

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

She thought a lot, pure white people can't be lights.

Because they are too fragile and can't withstand the slightest wave.

Unlike that person, who is like the Kunlun Mountains, not only lights up the lights, but also has the shadows of the sun and the moon.

So, so, so like.

Bo Jiu knew that her consciousness was a little scattered, her head was against the steering wheel, and she didn't know why she was still a little angry.

Just as she was about to move, she found that the car door was opened.

Then came a slightly cold embrace.

Bo Jiu couldn't open her eyes, but her nose was working well. The familiar mint tobacco scent made her feel that she must be confused, so she had the illusion of being hugged in someone's arms.

Or maybe she missed someone too much.

Bo Jiu told herself so.

But her forehead was touched by a slightly cool thing.

Then, the force holding her tighter.

Before her confused thoughts could summarize what was going on.

The most familiar voice came to her ears: "Bo Xiaojiu."

Hmm? She was calling her name.

"Are you stupid?" Qin Mo was angry with himself. Since he had recovered his memory, he knew why she had such a high fever. He leaned against her and measured her forehead. His chest seemed to be burned by the temperature.

Bo Jiu frowned. She didn't want to be called stupid when she was sick. What's more, was he really a great god? It was unlikely.

Thinking of this, she was about to move.

But someone took a step ahead of her and held her hand. She seemed to be trapped in a warm embrace. As if afraid that she would be frozen, he pulled her hand and stuffed it directly into his clothes. Her palm was against his skin, and her fingertips were not cold.

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

Even more, she didn't know that the high and mighty Qin Da Shao was warming her in this way.

The only person who knew all this was Lamborghini Xiao Hei. It really didn't see it, and it didn't expect that the big devil usually looked cold and had no human smell.

He would actually use this method to warm his master.

It's very cold outside now.

Just take the person's hand and put it into your clothes.

Just to make the owner feel more comfortable.

Damn, now even it believes that this demon really loves its owner.

It is indeed true love.

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

Words to readers: The memory has been restored, the main text is about to end, the first extra is Mo Jiu's childhood, four updates, An, um, love you very much.

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