National School Prince Is A Girl

Thinking of this, Qin Mo’s fingers tightened and used his relationship for the first time: “There is one more thing.”

"What?" Huang was excited and thought it was a new clue.

Qin Mo wrote a series of mobile phone numbers on paper: "Help me track this person, I want to know where he is now."

"Suspect?" Huang’s eyes are bright.

Qin Mo is only a whispered voice: "No, this is the reward for intervening in this case."

In other words, is this a private matter?

Director Huang immediately refused: "No, no one is allowed to be positioned like this."

"Yes." Qin Mo pushed the information forward: "Then ask the Yellow Bureau to invite another person to do the case."

"You...you..." Secretary Huang smashed his teeth: "No, this person is how you are. You have to be a good person to locate people. You know this is a violation of people's privacy. You know."

Qin Mo's finger tapped on the table, slow and reasonable: "Positioning only, can not be formed."

Secretary Huang really took him, and he knew that this kid is serious. It is not clear what the owner of this number is doing wrong. He will not stare at this kid.

"I promised to help you position, but the premise is that you don't do anything to hurt people."

Qin Mo heard the words, the corner of his mouth smeared a circle of arc, but the bottom of his eyes was not warm: "That depends on what he did."

"Which kind of place?" Huang said with a finger to him: "No chaos."

Qin Mo annihilated the cigarette in the ashtray, like a smile: "Yellow Bureau, you think too much, this is my team member, I can mess things."

At most, people go home, so that the guy does not have the strength to get out of bed.

Not to mention, what to say.

Junmei’s abstinence is the surviving possession.

Unfortunately, all this, the Yellow Bureau did not see it, but he still felt that this kid would not be so right under normal circumstances.

To tell the truth, in addition to locking the criminals, he asked the police to locate the mobile phone number.

Except for criminals, it’s really not, this is the first...

Fujia Villa.

Fu Jiu did not know that her position was being locked.

Just a little bit.

The phone call from the great **** still makes her care.

She has always been very clear that the Great God is a bad opponent.

So at the beginning, it made a foreshadowing for her intervention.

That is Li Mengran’s “boyfriend.”

Even one day, the great **** knew that this was what she did.

She also has an excuse to say that because the other person is his girlfriend, he must do this because of anger.

This will cover her identity as Z.

Fu Jiu looked at himself in the mirror. It was a set of school uniforms, knee-length skirts, and white shirts.

Bad is bad, Fu Ji, this person looks too enchanting, wants pure and pure, but at the very least, the layer can be mixed into the camouflage.

Sixty forty.

It takes nearly an hour from here to solid color.

This is still the case without traffic jams.

That is to say, she can get to the solid color at around eight o'clock.

Fu Jiuqiu, the slender fingers tied a bow in front of the collar, and the bow hidden a small infrared camera.

She once again confirmed the time and bound all the webcasting accounts that were not broadcast live at this point before departure.

Similarly, this time the cyber attack location is still in the taxi, the slender fingers are jumping on the keyboard, and the screen reflected on the window shows only one word - Z.