No. 1924

Ari looked at the face of the master next to him and felt that he was thinking too much.

No matter how loud the music here is.

The master is the master, and his expression has not changed since he came in.

At that time, Ari didn't know it.

There is a kind of reasoning genius in this world.

When they are immersed in their own reasoning, it is like entering a world.

From a psychological perspective.

There are two situations that are most conducive to thinking.

Either it is extremely quiet.

Or it is extremely noisy.

In such an environment, it is often more conducive to the operation of the brain.

Of course, the premise of these situations is that you must be a master first.

In fact, from the moment Qin Mo came in, he was immersed in his own thinking.

People say that the highest level of solving a case is that you imagine yourself as a criminal.

If he is z.

What would he do?

Undoubtedly, the atmosphere here is good.

The more people there are, the more they can take advantage of the chaos to do something.

It is best to act when people don't expect it.

But there are cameras here.

Eyeliner was laid in advance.

How will z escape?

Of course, Z is a hacker, and he will definitely intercept the police's actions.

What if the action given is false?

That's right.

Qin Mo will not come without preparation.

He has already made an interference.

Arranging the action is one thing.

But the ultimate goal is indeed another.

It's a very simple logic. If the search here is strict, Z will definitely appear in the opposite place.

If you can't interrupt Z's actions.

Then go and intercept.

"Give me Smith's location." Thinking of this, Qin Mo's handsome face tilted slightly, and his whole body remained abstinent.

Ai Rui pointed at the white man who seemed to have scored twice and had a ruddy face through the layers of people: "This kind of scum should be beaten!"

Qin Mo hummed lightly, then closed his eyes, automatically eliminated all the surrounding sounds, and prepared to enter the reasoning thinking space again.

But when he did this, he found that when the music, noise, and whistles disappeared, there was only one sound that could not be eliminated.

Singing.

Qin Mo opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and he suddenly looked towards the highest stage, his eyebrows slightly twisted: "Chinese song?"

"It sounds good, right? This singer is really good. He is the first one who dares to sing Chinese songs here." Ai Rui said, and automatically hummed along.

Qin Mo's voice was very low: "Glory Days, it has a little effect on my thoughts."

"Affecting thoughts?" Ai Rui didn't understand the world of masters.

Qin Mo's eyes were faint: "Chinese is my mother tongue, and I often listen to this song."

The more familiar something is, the less likely it is to be excluded.

Ai Rui still didn't understand.

Qin Mo could only find other ways: "Can I go to the backstage of the nightclub?"

"Yes." Ai Rui showed the things: "I specially applied for a search warrant."

Qin Mo glanced at the person on the stage again. Because of the mask, he couldn't see his face clearly. The only thing that impressed him was the pair of eyes as black as the night and the tear mole with light under the eyes.

The more unique something is, the easier it is to make a deep impression.

This had a great impact on Qin Mo.

We need to get rid of some things before we can conduct a detailed analysis.

But there is interference.

It seems that this time, we can only use surveillance to lock down where Z will appear...