When Fan Jia just heard the sound of tearing, he was still secretly happy and finally solved this thing.

But when she saw something sliding down on the ground, her face suddenly changed!

That's a photo.

The photos should have been taken with Polaroid, and the colors are very vivid.

In the photo, the sun is just right.

A little girl in a little tiger dress was rushing towards a little boy, smiling very beautifully, as if she was covered in candy.

The little boy was very cold and his expression was hard to describe, but he stretched out his hand and held the little girl's waist, as if he was afraid that she would touch her, and she would fall to her. He even pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, but not annoying, but a little helpless, with a fine and gentleness in his eyes.

It is easy to think of the ancient poem in China: "I first covered my forehead, and the drama in front of the door of the flower, and the man rode a bamboo horse around the bed to play with green plums."

In fact, these are not the subject expressed in the photos.

But in the photo, a sentence written in beautiful regular script: "If there is a god, I hope this fool wearing a little tiger's clothes will have a peaceful and joyful life."

It turns out that this amulet was not used by him to pray for himself from the day he asked for it.

For so many years, he has regarded it as a treasure that he is unwilling to leave, and is praying for another person.

That moment.

Fan Jia is so angry!

The first reaction is to destroy the photos!

But the slender and fair hand was one step ahead of her, holding down the photo, letting her lift her feet, and stepped on his index finger!

Fanjia has great strength.

It is impossible to not hurt if you are stepped on like that.

But Qin Mo didn't even blink, and his handsome side face was silent in the halo that penetrated. It seemed that only the little girl in the photo was left in his eyes. His fingertips slid past the tiger hat on top of her head. He felt like something was melted in his heart, as if he could hear the sound of the lock being opened.

What he fears most is losing this person.

The pictures in the photos seemed to be given a sense of camera, one scene after another, passing through his mind.

She rushed over and hugged him and said, "Momo, how much does it cost per pound? I'll spend money to buy you."

She refused to go back to her home to sleep, and held her keyboard and said, "This is my favorite toy. I'll give it to you, so you can let me sleep for one night, just one night."

She was very obedient when she lay on his bed. It was hard to imagine that she was so troublesome and obedient. She always came to the back and came over: "I hug her, you don't want to go back to China. Well, I mean, you don't have to miss homesickness."

He was sick and didn't even notice his grandfather. She only hugged herself, her eyes were red and she didn't cry, so she went to see a family doctor.

After he caught a cold, he was afraid of spreading it to her, so he put a lot of flower pots on the window just to prevent her from coming again. However, even the gods could not stop the little tiger, and they had to turn it in and educate him at great difficulty: "You can't treat your friends like this."

I found all the reasons to sleep with him. Every time I ate, I would pick up the things he liked. I would definitely see her bringing him what he liked the next day.

Even though she didn't even know what he was interested in, she knew very well.

She smiled, she looked jealous, and when she grew up, she reached out to press him against the wall, with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked.

Never been anyone.

I always had the fool who regarded him as a girl when I was a child...

Fan Jia noticed Qin Mo's strangeness and was about to speak, trying to use words to make psychological hints.

But what she didn't expect was that she hadn't waited for her to open her mouth.

With a swish!

A playing card flew over and scratched her face very sharply.

Fan Jia's face turned pale, and he watched the man slowly stand up from the ground with the photo, and his eyes trembled a little.

She doesn't believe it.

No one can unlock the key to psychological suggestion!

This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

But the coldness that emanated from the man made Fan Jia feel truly what fear is.

The poker at his fingertips slashed at her again, this time cutting her wrist.

Fanjia has never been as close to death as today.

She could see that he really had the idea of ​​killing.

When the man walked out of the light and shadow, Fanjia already knew that she was finished.

Because it no longer looks like the gaze of a person controlled by psychological suggestion.

Instead, he was once cold, abstinent, and aloof.

Fan Jia took a few steps back. For her, he was not a god-resistance, but a demon.

There was no trace of warmth in his eyes when he looked at her, and it was as cold as the casual tone he had after exposing her: "Just you want to imitate her?"

That time, Fan Jia almost couldn't get out.

It is because of this that she hated Z even more and thought of many ways to make Z die.

But that person has always been like this, and his soul remains unshakable!

Fan Jia gritted his teeth and took a deep breath: "I do so much because I like you, why don't you know how to pity me."

Qin Mo's voice was very quiet: "After killing someone and taking away other people's things, he said he was pitiful, ha, why should I give my pity to someone who is worse than a beast?"

Fan Jia reached out and covered his ears: "I just like you, I just like you, how could you say that to me!"

"Do you really want to say that you are innocent?" Qin Mo slowly turned the playing cards in his hand.

Fan Jia clenched his hands: "Isn't it?"

"You can go to hell to ask, all the people you killed are innocent because you have people who cannot be wronged?" Qin Mo moved.

Another poker sound!

Fan Jia's other wrist was also cut.

She suddenly realized that her hands would be scrapped!

"How could you be so cruel!" Fan Jia's face was twisted: "Why didn't you just kill me!"

Qin Mo raised his eyelids: "My hand is only killing people, but you are not very worthy."

When Fan Jia heard the last sentence, he seemed crazy.

But at this moment, I don’t know what gesture Qin Mo made just now.

A group of plainclothes rushed in from outside!

He reached out and held her down!

Fan Jia struggled: "If you have the ability, you kill me, kill me!"

"Life in prison is more suitable for you than if I killed you." Qin Mo looked sideways, his eyes cold: "Don't worry, you won't die, let alone come out. Don't you like to play drowning tricks, so try it in prison."

When Fan Jia heard this, her face changed drastically. She understood what Qin Mo meant. He wanted her to experience the feeling of being on the verge of death every day. He stolen her hands just to make her unable to resist in prison.

Where is the prison? It’s just that people eat and don’t spit bones!

Maybe Fan Jia was crying too hard.

A plainclothes shook his head: "This is quite pitiful."

Qin Mo turned his head and swept towards this side: "I think she is pitiful?"

"I think..."

Then a voice rang out from behind: "I feel pitiful to the murderer. I feel that everyone is dead anyway, why do I let this person pay for his life? I think harming people is nothing. Haha, do you know what the difference between humans and animals? People have a heart, understand that those spirits in heaven will be uneasy, and understand what blood debts and blood repayments are. If you really think she is pitiful, then I will send you a blessing. I hope that the person you are closest to will be thrown into the sea, and no one will avenge you."

The plainclothes stared at her and turned her head to refute, but the person who came was wearing a military uniform.

That was Mr. Tang, and he was still the same as before, smiling: "I don't know. Now the people in the system just say that a murderer is pitiful for the deceased. Fan Jia killed many people, among them our comrades. If you are not at ease with her life in prison, you can pack up your things today and move them to the prison. How great is it to take care of her."

Plainclothes suddenly stopped.

After he looked at the side face without any intention of joking, cold sweat soaked his entire back.

Qin Mo stood opposite Mr. Tang.

Both of them look handsome, but one is wearing a military uniform and the other is wearing a windbreaker, with a completely opposite style.

In front of them, Fan Jia's methods did not do anything at all.

"I have something to do." Qin Mo raised his eyes and said to Mr. Tang: "I can't go back with you."

He knew that Mr. Tang reached out and rubbed his eyebrows: "How many days?"

"After the Asian Games." Qin Mo's voice did not change much.

Tang Shao raised his eyebrows: "You know I am responsible for this case." If it were someone else, he would not be like this.

"If you want to catch me, who else will accept it except you?" Qin Mo's tone seemed as natural as talking about the weather.

Mr. Tang smiled: "Mr. Qin has a fallacy. Do I look like such a person who takes advantage of the situation?"
To be continued...