National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu has always known that the memory of the Great God is good.

It's just a matter of helping to take a shower. It's been almost two days. How can the God remember?

I remember that last time she bathed the great god, still thinking that it was the great god who stripped off anyway. It wasn't her, and it could take advantage of the great god.

As a result, he was kicked back by the god.

This time.

Bo Jiu glanced at Qin Mo and had to find a safe place to wash the gods.

In Qin's family, only Aunt Zhang was there. After seeing that Qin Mo was followed by Bo Jiu, he immediately smiled.

This is completely different from the princess's reaction. The princess is a provocation that deliberately walked over in front of Bo Jiu.

Think about it, a fat cat with a big face and a graceful walk, the picture is also very tempting to laugh.

"My wife didn't know that the 9th Youth League would come, or she wouldn't go out shopping, but the wife also asked Mrs. He." The product, dressed as Dimeng Fan, will look good when you play the game with the young master. "

Bo Jiuzui smiled, and her family Ms. He and An Ying were really developing fast. That ’s fine. Let An Ying take Ms. He to see more and make friends, even if she was not in Jiangcheng by then As for being alone.

Aunt Zhang was still standing next to her, because she didn't know that her young master would bring someone to make the meat filling in advance, and was worried.

Bo Jiu looked at it and smiled, "Aunt Zhang intends to make dumplings? That's good. I just wanted to eat dumplings recently."

This undoubtedly relieved Aunt Zhang: "If you want to eat, just wrap it with me!"

"Okay." After Bo Jiuying finished, he dragged the princess over, planning to sit down and wait for the food, and then set aside the words from the mouth of the Great God.

Qin Mo has taken off his windbreaker, and his white shirt has a different feeling. The collar is loose, and the black hair is not as regular as when he was outside. It is a little messy, but the face is more clearly defined. .

Then he walked over, pulled Bo Jiu's wrist, and looked noble: "Want to eat dumplings, don't you wrap it yourself?"

Make dumplings?

she was?

Does the Great God treat her as a pentathlon?

In addition to making the most delicious instant noodles in the world, she wouldn't do anything else. The steak would be fried, but it was only limited to this.

Make dumplings?

"I won't." Bo Jiu said seriously: "I'm a cooking party."

Qin Mo glanced at her, and at that glance it seemed to say, "What do you know?"

The high cold is a little unconvincing.

She still plays games.

Bo Jiu's left face bulged, and he didn't speak.

Qin Mo looked at her like this, and raised an arc at the corner of his mouth, and walked to the table, his voice was still weak: "I pack one, you pack one, and take the bag."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, even the gods would even make dumplings?

Such a complicated cooking?

To be honest, Bo Jiu was somewhat surprised.

She knows that the gods can cook, but dumplings ... In Bo Jiu's mind, dumplings are a kind of pasta with a lot of steps and procedures, really only the elite cooks can make.

I have to admit that people who play games don't have any trouble seeing where to go.

Slender and fair-skinned.

Great God ’s hand is particularly advantageous in this respect. Even one of the fingers is still wrapped in gauze, but it does not affect the exquisite dumplings he wraps.

Bo Jiu came according to the process of the Great God. The Great God took the noodles. She took the noodles. The Great God put the meat filling in the noodles. She did the same.

It can be said that it has never been so focused.

It's just that the dumplings made out of it are really ... not quite like dumplings, let alone flat, the dumplings are still very big and ugly.

Bo Jiu looked there halfway.

Qin Mo thought she would study something.

A sentence: "It's really ugly."

Qin Mo also raised his head, his voice faint: "Stupid."

Bo Jiu didn't know whether the Great God was evaluating her dumplings or her.

She also saw the expression of the Great God, like she was a child, very cold.

At that time, when he taught himself to play the piano and write Chinese characters, it was the same expression.

It was just the next second, before she could react, the god had rolled up her sleeves, let her stand in front of him, and then freed her right hand from behind, picked up the dough, and the cool breath hit her like that. Behind the ears: "Take the dough."

Bo Jiu's reaction was quick. He took the face and found that this posture was wrong.

Qin Mo still had the expression just now, holding Bo Jiu's hand with one hand and staining the flour next to it.

Such a posture is really ambiguous.

Not only ambiguous, people who do n’t know think they are newly married couples.

Bo Jiu looked at Aunt Zhang's constant eyes on them, and wanted to avoid such intimacy.

At this moment, the great god said: "Now there is no problem with the bottle of medicine in your hand, but it is not the bottle of medicine on the screen."

Bo Jiu heard the words and immediately caught the point of the question: "Someone changed her medicine?"

"Very clever." Qin Mo seemed to be looking at her hand, frowning slightly: "Lift your hand so that dumplings will be exposed."

Bo Jiu regained his previous hand speed, and nothing has changed.

But at this time, Bo Jiu's attention was not on this, but on the case: "That is to say, the bottle of medicine in the video was taken by the murderer, but it was logically wrong, the deceased was drinking the bottle on the video. The medicine in the medicine didn't wake up, and the cause of death was also checked, because the sleeping ingredients were too much, but the dressing change was after her death ... "

"Nothing makes no sense." Qin Mo lowered his figure and began to teach her to pinch: "Because the medicine was changed twice."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu raised a brow.

Qin Mo continued: "The deceased recently suffered from a severe cold due to less sleep, coupled with heart depression, and he has not recovered. The complications are usually cough and pharyngitis. She is taking medicine every day. In fact, she will It’s not strange to take medicine, just..."

"It's just that she didn't know that the medicine bottle she drank that day was not anti-inflammatory and cough medicine, but sleeping pills." Bo Jiu's thoughts have always been clear: "Do you mean acquaintances commit crimes?".

Because only acquaintances would understand her usual schedule like this, right?

But there were no acquaintances around her.

"In the beginning, I did think it was an acquaintance who committed the crime, because only a familiar person would know when she was going out, and she could create the illusion of tracking at any time, giving her a sense of uneasiness mentally." Testimony, I have other ideas, this is a magic trick case. "

Bo Jiu tried his best to pinch the dumpling corner: "The case of magic tricks? What do you mean?"

"Have you ever seen it?" Qin Mo's brow wrinkled again, and his precious face had a strong sense of abstinence because of this action. How could it be so ugly?

Bo Jiu was quite satisfied, after all, the dumplings were able to stand up.

Only after contacting with the eyes of the gods, which are indestructible, can I re-examine the results in my palm, and then look at the one that the gods had wrapped before ...

Just in case the great god told her to pack, Bo Jiu quickly put down the results and picked up the second face: "Of course I have seen ..." Speaking of this, she suddenly paused: "The closer you are, the The easier it is to divert attention, and magic is a miracle that is accomplished by the shift of attention. "

"Also." Qin Mo's breath crossed Bo Jiu's ear: "The first magic these people made, each magic is not random, but selected, this time the dead are the same, the murderer is very She had been selected for a long time, and then she knew her a little bit, and only after she knew all her habits, she started to do it. In this way, a deliberate murder turned into suicide, or suicidal suicide. "

Aunt Zhang came to see her young master and Jiu Shao fell in love, and did not want to bother.

Only after hearing the word suicide.

I couldn't bear it, and then said, "Master said that the one posted on the Internet today is no. The girl is a pity. I heard that she is not very old. This means that it will be gone. It's uncomfortable at home. Yes, there are some comments from passers-by, and she said she wanted fire! "

"Where did you say that?" Bo Jiu asked.

Aunt Zhang wiped her hand and pulled out a cell phone from her apron: "It's all above, I was just watching."

Bo Jiu took Aunt Zhang's mobile phone.

It was a forum, originally established by book fans to help the dead, but some "Analytical Emperors" appeared

"You said to commit suicide, just commit suicide. Why do you have to let everyone see it? I thought she just wanted people to notice her, so I made such a video. After I died, the amount of topics naturally increased, and I did not fail. Respect her meaning, the fact is that she did this thing, the attention has increased, the data is displayed there, and her fans are also interesting, don't you just write her some humanities? Is it not later Is the text a bit similar? I just bite people and keep them. Anyway, as a passerby, I just want to give two words, hehe. "

After reading this message, Bo Jiu clicked on the person's head, and after seeing the person she followed, his eyes were deep, and the black was a little cold: "Aunt Zhang, this is not a passerby."

"Not a passer-by?" Aunt Zhang was a little dazed.

Bo Jiu's voice was very weak: "This person's watch list also has a picture of the infringer, obviously the infringer knows, tell her to be smarter next time to passers-by, don't come out so stupid, and other things about human nature Everyone has it. "

Aunt Zhang listened to the boy and was even more embarrassed.

She was ashamed that she had never listened to the teenager so hard.

However, Aunt Zhang did not know that the hand that Bo Jiu lowered was a crumpled dough.

In other words, a greater part of her ruthlessness was transferred to her palm.

Because Bo Jiu was very clear, how did such remarks come out ... Li Xue.

At this time, Li Xue had returned home from the police station, and she was in a really bad mood. After all, she felt that this kind of thing was caused by the original author.

Opened the circle of friends, it was all her fan from the circle of the original author.

Say something annoying, the little fairies who will sing me a song.

It became active immediately.

Also said: "I am also very annoyed, this news is really endless, the author glass blames who, just died."

"Don't talk, now the limelight is tight." Li Xue was clever and quickly stopped those people.

Most of them were students, and soon turned to the topic.

In fact, who died this day, how did they die, and what does it have to do with them.

Nothing wrong.

After all, not everyone wants to discern right from wrong, nor does it all have a heart of mourning.

It's just that the sentence just died.

How to turn around, is another face, claiming that he is a true love powder wronged by the original author.

What's the difference between this and the scum that pretends to be a good man after violating people?

Infiltrating this circle is easy for Bo Jiu.

As soon as she learned about it, she had already sneaked in.

It's just that the more you understand it, the more you can't control the surging anger.

She understands what human nature is all about.

But this time, she had to endure.

She was thinking about the consequences.

Consequences of evidence disclosure.

The deceased will be quickly identified as suicide.

The real murderer will not be found again.

No one understands.

In this case, there are two real murderers.

If the person who claimed the life of the deceased is the first real murderer.

The second real murderer is none other than Li Xue, the infringer.

The first one is really fierce, just catch it.

The second is really fierce, no need to take any responsibility.

I have money in my family. After I grab a lot of money, I still publish it when I should, and I am happy when I am happy.

The original author is the one who cannot survive.

Bo Jiu's hands clenched a little, even with thin lips pressed into a straight line, especially her eyes.

That kind of look shouldn't be owned by a high school student.

Full of darkness.

At that moment, even Aunt Zhang could perceive the change of the teenager.

Not to mention Qin Mo, he glanced at Bo Jiu's face, and stretched out his hand to pull the person back, his voice was very low: "It's not good to make dumplings, why don't you blame yourself."

Probably the breath from behind was too obvious before he pulled Bo Jiu back from that thought.

People who speak clearly are not very gentle.

But the great god seems to be like that.

When she was about to become a dragon, she would always pull her back.

Dumplings continue to wrap.

Only this time, the two were getting closer.

"Another point, after I figured it out, the case can be solved." Qin Mo's handsome face, with a voice, is much more magnetic than before: "So you don't have to evolve the typical anti-social personality. "

Antisocial typical personality?

At this time, Bo Jiu understood the thoughts of a great god. Isn't the great god aware that she is different from the past.

Just to understand her existence according to the appearance of the second personality.

When talking about such a topic, Bo Jiu will of course avoid it. The most important thing is, what is the point of the Great God?

Qin Mo's hand dragged Bo Jiu's hand: "The medicine bottle on the video has been taken away by the murderer, which means that we are missing a very important evidence. This is one and two. It was taken from a notebook, and there was only one victim in the room at the time. This is unclear. No one, who filmed her move? "