No. 1925

Just when Qin Mo lowered his eyes.

He did not notice that the boy singing on the stage cast his eyes on him wantonly.

No, it should be said that Bo Jiu was not looking at him at first, but at Ari standing next to him.

After all, he was an old friend of hers.

But it happened that her old friend was followed by a handsome boy in school uniform, which made Bo Jiu, who had never made a mistake in singing, pause slightly before continuing the music.

Okay.

Take advantage of this time.

She should also take good care of today's prey.

Bo Jiu took the guitar and swept down from the stage.

At this time, Smith was already fascinated by the college student he had hooked up with, and just wanted to be taken away quickly.

He did not realize that the black and silver boy who passed by him would put a tracker on him casually.

In addition, the police actually appeared in this place, which simply turned his appetite off.

Smith wanted to leave even more, and he didn't know what he gave the college student to drink. He stretched out his hand and held the person in his arms.

So, some people really can't blame him.

Who made them like to be hooked so much?

Smith half-carried and walked out.

In this place, no one would stop you from taking anyone away.

In addition, he had a guilty conscience and would definitely avoid the police's sight.

But he didn't know that leaving here would be the beginning of his bad luck.

At this time, in the backstage of the nightclub, in the monitoring room.

Qin Mo looked at the eight screens in front of him, his handsome profile still: "Speed ​​up."

The controller adjusted the speed for him.

Qin Mo didn't move his eyes: "The fastest speed."

The controller paused for a moment before adjusting it.

Ari's eyes were almost blurred by watching there, only to see those people moving so fast, anyone's eyes could bear this.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyes after watching for less than a second.

But Qin Mo didn't change at all, and even those portraits seemed to be clearly screened and eliminated in his mind, and finally confirmed.

But this time.

No.

How could there be no.

There must be something left out.

Qin Mo opened his eyes again.

The so-called reasoning is to grasp the important clues.

The more successful the criminal is, the more he looks like a magician.

When you focus too much on one thing, you often ignore the most important details.

In that case, the other party's magic is successful.

And the people who watch the magic will never understand what happened in the end.

Suppose, Z doesn't need any disguise at all.

Not a cleaner.

Not a customer here.

Not a female college student who wants Smith to be fooled.

Who would Z be?

Maybe he should think in another direction.

For example, the best view.

Qin Mo's eyes deepened, and he suddenly said: "Go back thirty seconds ago and lock it."

Ari didn't know what happened at all.

Then he saw a picture paused.

It was the guitar boy standing on the stage. The boy still had a black feather mask on his face, and the leather jacket on his body was so handsome. He played a good guitar.

Ari didn't understand what the master meant by asking people to stop at this picture.

"Go back fifty seconds." Qin Mo ignored Ari's gaze, and his voice was as light as ever.

Ari opened his mouth and was about to speak when he was shocked by the scene on the screen!

No, no, it can't be such a coincidence, right?