No. 1926

The scene that appeared on the screen now was the scene where Bo Jiu bumped into Smith.

Ire really had never connected these two people together before.

Maybe it was just a bump.

After all, other people also bumped into Smith.

But it was obvious that the master didn't think so.

Because Ire clearly saw after this scene.

The master, wearing a high school uniform, had a faint light in his eyes: "This person is very likely Z."

"What?!"

Ire simply couldn't accept that his favorite resident singer would be Z who walked them around every day.

That person, what is it like a hacker.

Aren't hackers supposed to wear black hoodies and hold notebooks in their hands?

"Qin, could it be that you made a mistake? I think..."

Qin Mo turned his head and said coldly: "Where is the best view of the whole audience?"

"On the stage." After all, Ire is a policeman, although his mind is not so fast.

Qin Mo's voice was flat: "Yes, it's on the stage. On the stage, not only can Smith's position be locked at any time, but also no one can see anything wrong when he is hunting, because singers should look at the audience. At the same time, the actions and positions of the police can be seen clearly. If I were Z, I would definitely choose to stand on the stage."

Ari opened his mouth again: "But he is not the only one standing on the stage, there are so many people..."

"He fits the bill the most." Qin Mo seemed to remember the eyes he saw just now. This time he relied on intuition rather than reasoning, until the picture paused again, and the man bumped into Smith.

Such a bump seemed random, or even like there were too many people to avoid.

In fact, people often reflect their psychology in the subconscious tilt arc.

It's not that there is no time to avoid, there is an 80% chance that it was intentional.

Qin Mo paused suddenly,

turned his eyes to Ai Rui and said: "Now, Smith's location."

The person over there was stunned: "Smith, he seems to have left the nightclub."

After hearing the news, Ai Rui's face suddenly changed, and then he rushed out.

Qin Mo did not stop him, but once again set his eyes on the guitar boy.

Then, he paced and walked in the opposite direction.

Although it was a little unexpected in the small details.

But the final development was still in his hands.

Z will choose the best viewing point and route to act.

In this case.

Let the police who cooperated with him this time be a compass.

Just walk in the opposite direction of the police.

You should meet that person.

Qin Mo couldn't say what he felt now.

His fingers were a little cold from the outside.

But he didn't feel the slightest chill.

On the contrary, more emotions brewed in his chest that he had never told others.

Or he shouldn't make such associations.

After all, it's impossible for every hacker to be her.

But that Chinese song completely changed Qin Mo's mood.

On Fifth Avenue.

Not a local.

Almost certain.

If she was a foreigner, she would definitely not be able to sing the song "Glorious Years".

So, could it really be her.

The little tiger he had been looking for for thirteen years, but didn't know where she went?

It was as if as soon as he closed his eyes, the little shadow of that person would emerge.

She rolled on his bed, and when she was naughty, she would hug him and call him Momo.

When she had a toothache, she covered half of her little face with her left hand, and didn't forget to get him milk.

She said seriously that she would be obedient, holding a small money jar and saying she would buy him every day.

Or when he was asleep, when he looked out the window, the soft little paw would always stick to his side face, and said softly: "Momo, do you want to go back to China and miss your mother? Then think about it well, I'll accompany you."

Like a fool.

He thought he was a girl, and he wouldn't roll up his sleeves by himself, and run around on the ground with a small keyboard in his arms.

But it was warm like a small heater.

But, suddenly.

The small heater was gone.

Qin Mo always wondered.

If he could be more mature, would the ending be different?

She was naughty to begin with, and he was raising a child, so it was okay to indulge her.

Why did he quarrel with her at that time?

After she disappeared in the first year.

He was still angry.

Angry that she left without even telling him.

Didn't she think that the man did something wrong and misunderstood that she and Little William went out to play, and that a little punishment would be enough, even if they really didn't see each other for a month, three months, or half a year.

Can it be not so long?

She probably never understood what he regretted.

What fun things did she see, what delicious snacks did she eat, what kind of friends did she make, whether she grew a little taller, she should still be naughty, but I don't know if anyone will buy her candy when she wants to eat candy...

Now that she is so old, she should roll up her sleeves.

You can't fall down every time you take a step.

Qin Mo paused when he thought of this, and turned his head as if to smile.

If Ai Rui saw this scene, he would be so surprised that he would be speechless.

The great Qin actually laughed! That genius actually laughed? !

Qin Mo did smile, and he didn't even know why.

Perhaps whenever he thought of that person, his heart would naturally soften.

90% possible.

Plus the most important point, there was also a teardrop mole under the little tiger's eye.

It was just not obvious at that time, but she would be very beautiful when she grows up...

"A-choo!" Bo Jiu sneezed lazily in the wind, and the small mistake she made on the stage just now could be completely ignored.

I just don't know where her old friend found a high school student, who is quite handsome.

Bo Jiu likes to look at people's faces the most, and I don't know when she developed this habit.

Listening to the sound of the police car whizzing past, she slightly raised her thin lips, with an evil spirit, and the knife in her hand lightly approached Smith's face, who had been handcuffed to the pole by her.

Smith had never thought that he would encounter such a thing since he was released. Now he knows he is afraid, but he can't change his fierceness: "Don't you just want money? I can give it to you now. Let me go, otherwise you will get nothing in the end!"

Bo Jiu smiled and lowered his body: "Do you think I am a street thug? Who told you that I want money? Scum like you should stay in prison and go nowhere. I will give you a chance now. Do you want to die, or just tie yourself up and let me throw you at the door of the police station?"

Reader's words: Fourth update. .