Chapter 1109
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Inside the room, Qin Mo stood by the window, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand.
His gaze was deep. Just by looking at his handsome side profile, it wasn't possible to tell what he was feeling.
This was the scene Bo Jiu saw when she walked in. She wondered if the Almighty was unhappy that she had kidnapped him and wanted to return to China.
He probably noticed where she was.
Qin Mo turned, stuffing a hand into his pocket. He glanced up. "Sugar Daddy, are you free again?"
The mockery in his voice was obvious.
The way the Almighty called her Sugar Daddy was like how an assassin would look at a blue wolf …
Bo Jiu coughed lightly and took another step forward. "Brother Mo didn't eat much down there just now. Grandfather Butler's steak isn't bad, Brother Mo can try it. If you aren't used to it, I have my own unique cooking skills."
Qin Mo watched the food in her hands, not saying a word. He didn't show any signs of rejection.
Bo Jiu's eyes lit up. She understood Qin Mo. If the Almighty really didn't like it, his gaze would be filled with rejection and he would exude a cold aura.
It was the kind of coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.
Bo Jiu had seen it before. She was worried that the Almighty's coldness would be used on her one day.
From the looks of it, there was still hope.
Bo Jiu lifted the corners of her lips. She picked up a piece of steak with her fork and fed it to him.
Qin Mo glanced at her before opening his mouth. After swallowing the steak, he felt the weight on his chest lighten.
Bo Jiu watched Qin Mo. She didn't know how wonderful it felt to feed the person she liked.
She had to hurry and feed him more.
Bo Jiu smiled. She picked up another piece of steak and passed it over.
He lowered his lids to eat. He was so handsome that he looked like he was reading a comic.
Bo Jiu was in the midst of her happiness. Unexpectedly, the thin lips that were about to touch the piece of meat suddenly changed direction and touched hers.
From this angle, it was Bo Jiu.
She could only see Bo Jiu holding the tray.
But Qin Mo was different. He held the back of her head with one hand and bent down. He didn't intend to end the kiss hastily.
Her mind went blank.
After it ended.
Bo Jiu's figure didn't change.
Qin Mo pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse. "Forget the person you knew when you were young."
"Mmh?" Bo Jiu snapped out of her daze. "What?"
"Forget about him," Qin Mo repeated.
Bo Jiu wanted to say that it was a little difficult but she didn't know how to say it. In the end, she reached out and hugged him. Instead of answering, she asked with a smile in her voice, "Brother Mo, are you jealous?"
"Ha, why would I be jealous?" Almighty Qin didn't even mean what he said. "I'm reminding you not to be so stupid. You've been tricked since you were young."
Bo Jiu wanted to laugh, but she tilted her head and held it in. After all, it was a joy to hear the Almighty criticize himself.
"Little Bo Jiu, be serious." Qin Mo reached out and pinched the back of the youngster's neck. He seemed to be very unhappy that she was still playing along when he was so serious.
Bo Jiu glanced up sharply. "What did you just call me?"
"Little Bo Jiu." Qin Mo's voice was calm. "Isn't your surname Bo?"
"Yes, my surname is Bo." Bo Jiu repeated. In that instant, she seemed to have returned to the past. Every time the prince in the suit saw her, his handsome and aloof face would look as though he wanted to educate her. He would call her by her full name. "Little Bo Jiu."
The name made Bo Jiu break into a sudden smile. She looked at Qin Mo with a hint of playfulness. "Brother Mo, call me that again."
Qin Mo looked at her. After a long time, he stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead. "Little Gangster Bo, when you say this, shouldn't you let go of my waist first? Are you having fun taking advantage of me?"
"It's alright." Bo Jiu didn't let go. "You kissed me just now. What's wrong with me hugging you? Honestly, Brother Mo, you can't have such double standards."
Qin Mo arched a brow. "Do you think you can do whatever you want because you kidnapped me? Sugar Daddy. "
Bo Jiu let go. She thought that he was right. She couldn't go overboard.
Even if she wanted to go overboard, she would have to wait until she got the medicine.
Qin Mo walked to the study table. "Let's talk about the case first."
"Sure." Bo Jiu placed the tray down. She turned on the computer and pulled up the information.
Qin Mo looked at the pictures. Every picture was like an information network. It seeped into his mind and formed a blurry picture.
"The Chinese stationed overseas are mostly international students. They live alone and don't have boyfriends. Their looks aren't outstanding and their family conditions are average. Check the online preview records before they died."
Qin Mo's voice was calm but he went straight to the point. "Since they don't have a wide circle of friends, the way to target them should be on the internet."
"I think so too." Bo Jiu shook the USB in her hand. "That's why I checked before coming. The preview records are safe but there's something I don't understand."
Qin Mo glanced in her direction. "What is it?"
"These numbers." Bo Jiu opened the chat tool of one of the victims. A string of Arabic numbers appeared on the chat box.
The victim's reply was also numbers.
There were only one or two sentences and that was it.
But the whole thing was written in such a way.
Bo Jiu instinctively felt that it was strange.
Moreover …
"All the victims' chat records contain this content."
Bo Jiu tapped the spacebar and switched to another page. "It's the same for this. For example, this string of numbers, 8464,7486, 64, 54, 94,2264, 96 … What does it mean? Sherlock Holmes code?"
"No." Qin Mo's gaze deepened. "It doesn't seem like it. This is indeed a communication method they got from somewhere. If they use this method to communicate, the other party will respond. But this isn't Sherlock Holmes code."
Bo Jiu arched a brow. "Are you so sure?"
Qin Mo spoke slowly, "Do you think everyone knows how to read Sherlock Holmes code? Even if they want to kill someone, they have to make it easy for them to enter. That's what the murderer is thinking. "
Bo Jiu supported the side of her face with her left hand. She looked lazy, like the young master of a wealthy family, deep in thought.
If it wasn't Sherlock Holmes code, what could it be?
Simple?
Like 1314 or something?
This came to mind.
Bo Jiu was suddenly reminded of the Almighty's passwords.
She glanced over at Qin Mo, who was still staring at the numbers on the screen.
She didn't think that the Almighty would still sit beside her after knowing her identity.
This was probably thanks to her cleverness in kidnapping the Almighty. Cool!
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