Bo Jiu caressed her nose. "The captain of the special forces, a criminal psychologist, the only heir of the Qin family and the grandson of the An family."
There were so many layers of relationships.
The old butler felt his head hurting. "The An family that I know of?"
"The An family." Bo Jiu sat on the chair. "They are rich, that's why I'm in such a passive position."
The old butler glanced at his young lord's desolate expression, assuming that she was putting on a show. He placed his hands behind his back and spat out, "Tie her up."
At the same time, at the An family mansion.
A blonde man with a hooked nose and a blade strolled in.
He was in his late thirties, but Americans looked more mature than Chinese people of the same age.
He was dressed casually but his steps were graceful. Even though he didn't bother with the small details, he was well-mannered. He entered the hall and removed his hat. "Is Qin in?"
The butler was momentarily stunned when he saw the person, but he regained his elegance. "Young Master is in the study."
He was in a rush. If Qin was back, he would definitely be able to solve the case on his hands.
The wooden door to the study opened. Qin Mo glanced up, expecting to see the youngster who should be back by now. He hadn't expected to see an old friend.
"You left in such a hurry, I don't think it was just to send me a document." Qin Mo sat with his legs crossed, placing his pen on the table.
It wasn't anyone else, it was the famous investigator from the FBI, Steven. He sat on the chair. "Qin, I encountered a difficult case and need your help."
Qin Mo stood up, grabbing a newspaper from the coffee table. He flipped it open and glanced through it.
Steven couldn't sit still. "Qin, I'm serious, this case is really strange, it …"
"The criminal knows hypnosis." Qin Mo interrupted him calmly. He was still as handsome as ever. "The crime scene has been destroyed. Your investigation isn't going in the right direction."
Steven's eyes widened. "You saw the crime scene? How is that possible?! "
Qin Mo reached out and pressed the back of the newspaper, tapping it with his fingertips. "Here, the serial suicide case, someone is suspecting the culprit, the photos were taken by the accompanying media."
"That's it." Steven's body was no longer as tense as before. "I thought you had some special ability to see the cases here from China."
Qin Mo was still looking at the photos in the newspaper. His voice was neither fast nor slow. "Do you know why hypnotists are successful? It's because they don't just divert people's attention, they can also understand the psychology of ordinary people to a certain extent. They don't necessarily have to be at the scene to get the information."
Steven shrugged. Well, he was now classified as a normal person.
"There must be a connection between the victims." Qin Mo retracted his gaze. "Find the connection."
Hearing that, Steven stood up and wanted to leave. He was very emotional.
Qin Mo frowned. "Information."
Steven was helpless. "I've already given you all the information on Z. Moreover, didn't she go to China? Why are you here in America?"
At this point, Steven seemed to realize something. He suddenly raised his head and stuttered, "Don't, don't tell me that guy is back?!"
Qin Mo glanced at him and spat out two words. "No."
Steven muttered, "That's good. Otherwise, I'll have to make another report. What was my subordinate, Smith, thinking? He insisted on going to China to capture Z. Now that he's back, I don't know what kind of blow he suffered but he's depressed all day. Compared to when he made the report, his aura seems even lower …"
"Smith?" Qin Mo arched a brow.
Steven nodded. "Smith, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Qin Mo smiled teasingly. "You should leave, Officer."
Steven: … Didn't they say that Chinese people were warm and hospitable, especially foreigners? He must have gotten to know a fake Chinese person!
But this trip wasn't in vain.
The moment Steven left the villa, he turned on the police light in his car.
Qin Mo asked him to leave because too much time had passed.
A certain someone should be back soon.
Qin Mo unlocked his phone and dialed a number.
Turned off his phone?
Before leaving the country, the two of them had activated international roaming so that it would be easier to contact each other.
Qin Mo's eyes dimmed when he heard the notification. He didn't call Movie Queen An.
Instead, he pressed a string of numbers, his voice low. "Go take a look at Young Master Jiu."
"Young Master Jiu is still in the makeup removal room, it isn't convenient for me to go in." The person who spoke was at the filming location. It was the person who had video-called Bo Jiu.
Qin Mo's frown deepened. "Makeup room? How long has she been in there? "
"Half an hour, the same for the other actors. Other than removing their makeup, they have to change their clothes. It's normal."
Normal to others.
But not to a certain someone.
Qin Mo lowered his voice. "Ask the staff to confirm if she is really removing her makeup."
"Yes." The moment the person heard his young master's order, he realized something was amiss.
By the time he asked the staff, his throat was a little dry.
Qin Mo didn't hang up. "What's the situation?"
"Young Master Jiu didn't enter the makeup removal room, this …" The person wanted to say that he had seen her enter with his own eyes but in the next second, he remembered something. "It's that person just now!" That person had blocked his view. That was when Young Master Jiu had disappeared.
Qin Mo tightened his grip on the phone, his back turning stiff. He had already made preparations, but wasn't it enough?
"Send someone to look for her." The coldness in Qin Mo's eyes was like a thick fog, entangling within. "Focus on investigating Fifth Avenue."
"Yes."
In reality, Qin Mo didn't know how he had hung up.
That person had really left.
She hadn't said anything, didn't leave any address, didn't even say goodbye.
Qin Mo sat there, his heart feeling like it had been hollowed out.
Before he had come here, he had heard her calling him Brother Mo.
She seemed to be planning something when she was eating, her head furry like a little fox.
Even though she was efficient, she was like a child at certain times.
Hence, he wanted to take care of her no matter what.
It was as though just hugging her and smelling her hair would make him feel better.
She had been so close but she had suddenly disappeared.
The phone screen lit up. It was a photo of the two of them.
Qin Mo's heart suddenly hurt so much that he had to bend over to stand up.
It wasn't possible for him to continue sitting in the study.
Qin Mo went to the filming location personally. Movie Queen An was still filming.
But Qin Mo didn't look for Movie Queen An, he looked for the director.
"Are you saying that all the scenes have been filmed? It's only been a day? "Qin Mo frowned.
The director sat there, taking a break. "I find this progress unbelievable too. Young Master Jiu has a good grasp of the character's personality. All the scenes were shot in one go and it was even more outstanding than I had imagined. It was as though he had always been that person, it was amazing!"
The director was excited when he talked about this, even showing the youngster's last scene.
That scene was originally reserved for the opening scene.
At that time, the youngster wasn't wearing a black trench coat.
Instead, he was wearing a pure white shirt.
He was sitting on a branch with lush foliage, with a book covering his face. After hearing the sound, he seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He took the book away with one hand, and his eyes were as bright as stars as he looked at the camera with a smile. His silver hair was a little messy, and two of the buttons on his shirt were undone. He looked extremely casual.
Leaves fell, landing on the youngster's shoulders. When he blew on them, the scene was filled with the smell of sunshine.
It was this youngster who appeared at the end. He was dressed in black and looked extremely handsome.
Qin Mo looked at the camera, his eyes undulating with intense emotions but he restrained himself. He placed his fingers on his knees, clenched and released them.
"Thank you, director. I have something to do, goodbye."
Qin Mo stood up, walking towards the car.
At this moment, he was certain.
Someone had planned this from the start.
Although it was just like what the director had said, many people couldn't finish filming in one day.
But looking at the entire movie, a certain someone didn't appear in many scenes.
A certain someone did not appear in many scenes. Most of the time, it was just her back. Only three scenes had captured her face.
Therefore, it was not impossible to finish shooting all the scenes in one day.
As long as that person had a heart.
Qin Mo sat in the car, one hand gripping the steering wheel tightly.
He knew she was planning to leave.
However, he didn't expect that she didn't miss it at all.
Qin Mo started the car at a frightening speed.
What he didn't know was that when he started the car, a voice suddenly rang out.
Behind his car, another car quickly caught up with him.
The car came out from the side. It had smooth lines and was completely black. It also exuded a domineering aura.
"Master, as a qualified sports car, I have to give you a suggestion. Judging from the speed of the other party's car, his emotions are very unstable. Should we bring some weapons?"
Swoosh!
Beautiful tail wagging.
Bo Jiu stopped the car, feeling slightly guilty. "You don't have to take the weapon."
The navigation bar moved. "… I didn't expect Master to have a guilty conscience."
"As long as I have the medicine Grandfather Butler gave me." Bo Jiu glanced sideways, her gaze landing on the passenger seat.
The navigation bar: … What kind of guilty conscience was that?! As expected, it couldn't understand human emotions.
"I have to think of a way to make the Almighty stop." Bo Jiu's eyes moved. She remembered the phone in her pocket. She pressed the button to light it up. When she saw the twenty unread messages, she felt even more guilty. Even through the screen, she could feel the Almighty's desire to kill her.
But since things had come to this, it would be a waste of time to be sentimental.
She had to tie him up!
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