No. 1928

Smith was shocked by the sudden aura and couldn't say a word.

Bo Jiu glanced at him.

That was the last glance: "I have never been white, but it is obvious that we are different."

With a swish!

The black cloth fell.

Bo Jiu opened the door of the Lamborghini, manually adjusted a time program, and patted the window: "Xiao Hei, it's up to you."

"No problem, my master."

The stripes of the intelligent navigation wave were consistent with the sudden acceleration of the sports car.

Smith had no idea where he was, and it was black everywhere.

Bo Jiu turned sideways, straddled the motorcycle with long legs, and had to lead away the police cars.

It was really fast.

Bo Jiu chuckled, put on the helmet, leaned over and rushed towards the most lively place.

The battle axe automatically hid in the night.

And when she came out, she had already merged into the crowd on the road.

The show at the opera house has begun.

A large pumpkin carriage appeared in the middle of the road, along with a white horse wearing a helmet and a magician with a white dove resting on his hand.

The festive atmosphere was very strong.

It was like welcoming an invisible celebration.

Bo Jiu, who had already shaken off the police, still had a ticket in her hand, just like an ordinary audience waiting to enter.

At times like this, the more you should enjoy a perfect opera, right?

However, just as she was about to move forward.

Suddenly, the surroundings changed.

More police cars came out.

Not only that.

Even her back was blocked.

This had never happened before.

When Bo Jiu raised her eyes, she could only see the slender figure not far from her. The person was still wearing a school uniform. Because of the strong light in the place, she couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly.

Her natural intuition made her aware of some danger and she didn't move forward.

She was negligent. A high school student appeared next to her old friend Ari, which really made her not make any associations.

Now it seems that the other party should be very complicated.

She was thinking of taking the opportunity to break out from the right, so even her steps became a little careless.

At the same time, she had already turned on the communication device on her left ear.

The black earring flashed with light, and it was connected to the signal transmission location she had prepared long ago.

A guitar placed in the coffee shop.

But now it can no longer be called a guitar. It is an invisible notebook. After it is disassembled, it is completely unrecognizable.

Sitting next to it is a boy wearing a pure white sweater.

Yes, a boy.

Nineteen-year-old Hoshino Ichi, even when he smiles, has the breath of Yushulanzhi.

He held a cup of coffee in his hand, and when he saw the screen light up, he pressed his Bluetooth headset: "z."

"There is a person in school uniform at nine o'clock." Bo Jiu glanced sideways, and the surrounding terrain flashed quickly in his mind: "Help me stop him."

Hoshino Ichi's eyes moved: "Understood."

He paced towards the direction of the avenue.

Hidden in the sleeves of the sweater is a timing device.

Bo Jiu casually placed something on the clown while moving.

She raised her eyes and watched the person in school uniform slowly walk in.

If she was smart enough to intercept her, she would definitely find her out from the crowd.

So she must not be surprised that the figure would walk towards this side.

But, it is not that easy to catch her...