No. 1017 Little Show of Love

"Maybe there was no one there." Bo Jiu's eyes suddenly changed, and he walked out of Qin Mo's arms. The handsome face of the energetic and beautiful boy had a completely different expression because he had an idea: "Brother Mo, where is your notebook?"

Qin Mo looked at the boy while he was talking and walking up. It was obvious that someone could find it even without him saying it.

Inexplicably, Qin Mo felt in a good mood.

After all, this means that someone is very familiar with his place.

According to someone's habits, she will be familiar with it if she feels at ease.

Bo Jiu is indeed familiar with it, after all, she has climbed over the wall.

The princess has been following Bo Jiu.

In the princess's mind, this boy with a strange breath likes his master's things very much.

The master is even stranger. After being touched by this boy, he is not angry at all, but looks quite happy.

Unlike it, every time it stretches out its claws to touch the master's teacup, the master can shoot through it with a cold look.

Is this the difference between being a cat and being a human?

The princess was very unconvinced and had already started biting the boy's trouser legs. If you have the guts, you can also turn into a cat, let's fight!

This time, Bo Jiu ignored it. He would have suppressed it by force long ago. He dragged a cat into the bedroom and turned on the ultra-thin notebook on the desk.

Turn on the computer, enter the password, and enter the host page.

At this time, Qin Mo had already walked over, stretched out his hand to pick up the princess, and threw her on the sofa next to him with a cold face.

After the princess meowed, she immediately calmed down.

Although the owner is usually very gentle to it, once it gets lost, the owner will be anxious.

But in terms of disciplining it, the owner's methods are really more miserable than that boy.

From now on, it's better to be a quiet cat.

The crisp keyboard sound is like a rhythmic note. Bo Jiu's hand speed is very fast. He already knows the password, so it's better to operate.

Qin Mo looked at the dialog box that kept popping up on the screen,

and raised his eyebrows.

Because there was a picture on it, a picture of an Internet cafe, and you could clearly see that someone was sitting there eating instant noodles, and he didn't forget to type with one hand free, a typical Internet-addicted teenager.

It can be said that every move of that person was recorded.

That person didn't even notice that the camera of the computer he was operating had been turned on, and he was still shouting at the person opposite: "I just want to ask you, do you accept it? If not, let your daddy abuse you again."

This hobby is the same as someone else's, likes people to call you daddy?

Or are all high school students like this now?

However, when someone asks people to call him daddy, his white fangs will be exposed, with an evil smile, it really feels like that.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and thought it was quite interesting.

"This is the Internet cafe opened by Uncle Yin." Bo Jiu said, and hit the spacebar. She chose to start here so that she could do the experiment faster. She had been to places before and knew where there were loopholes that would be easier to attack. "It is not necessary for someone to be there to turn on the camera. If someone can hack into the network and then remotely control the computer of the deceased through the panel control, they can turn on the camera on the laptop without anyone knowing. From the time the deceased died to now, the laptop has never been completely disconnected from the power supply..." Bo Jiu narrowed her eyes suddenly when she said this: "The murderer is her!"