National School Prince Is A Girl

"The Yellow Team received a very important case in the first two days, so the case is rare in China. Every time the other party makes a case, it will leave a notice to the Internet users online..."

Leave a notice in advance?

After Qin Mo heard this sentence, the thin and deep scorpion was lifted up.

However, the sorcerer did not know that the teenager who was sitting at the most playing game, the finger was also paused at the same time.

Wu Yan’s eyes only looked at the face of Qin Mo: “One month ago, this person started his first action. He disclosed a person’s crime on the Internet, and then in the early hours of the morning, the man was on the roof. When he fell, the police judged suicide because the evidence was insufficient. Not only that, but the IP that was left at the time was also a virtual IP. No one could find out his specific location. However, these are not the key points. The most important thing is that this picture."

When the witch said, he handed the photo to Qin Mo: "Only one sentence was written on it, I came back, and I dropped Z."

That moment.

Nobody knows.

After hearing the sentence, the teenager responded with a sudden sigh.

Fu Jiu even forgot to slide the game characters on the screen.

I am back, I am paying Z?

She knows better than anyone that these words are definitely not written in Z.

Because she is Z.

A month ago, she was still busy dealing with Fu's family.

How can I go to do something?

Then the problem is coming.

Who is it, pretending to be her?

It is not exaggerated to say that it is impersonating.

First of all, she is basically consistent with her from the modus operandi.

The second is this message...

Fu Jiu brow picked it up. Is this what I want to do?

"Yeah!" An Ying screamed after a low voice: "Nine, why didn't you go back to the tower, standing outside and being beaten, all died."

Such a sentence.

It’s not just that Fu Jiu has returned to God.

It is to let Qin Mo look at this side.

Then.

Qin Mo came over and looked down at the teenager's mobile phone screen. The voice was very light, and even a little careless: "What did you think?"

With this guy playing the game, how can you play an ordinary 5V5?

In the professional league, he has never seen him die.

Fu Jiu knows that if he does not find a reason, he will be suspected.

Simply stood up straight, sideways, thin lips close to the left ear of Qin Mo, mysterious: "Min Ge, your police friend will not recognize the person who danced with you last night is me?"

When the smell of a good boy came, it was such a sensitive place.

The Qin desert was sunk and the fingers were hard. The guy was stunned and his brow was slightly picked: "Are you worried about this?"

"Well, everyone should worry." Fu Jiuxiao smiled: "I really don't see that such a beautiful person would be a policeman."

I don't know if it was intentional. The body shape of Qin Mo was over, and the voice became very heavy: "You seem to be very resistant to the police."

"It is very contradictory." This point, Fu Jiu is sure to tell the truth, after all, the great **** has long seen it, and she concealed it and it seems that she has something.

Qin Mo looked at the young man again and stood up straight. Then he copied the trouser pocket and said: "Reassure, she won't know that the man was you last night."

"That's good." Fu Jiuyi gave a look: "Then you continue to be intimate, I concentrate on playing with the aunt to fight the hero."

It’s said that the warmth of the accumulation in Qin’s scorpion is a little cold...