When she had heard the tearing sound, Fan Jia had been secretly delighted. She had finally gotten rid of this thing.
But when she saw the thing on the ground, her expression changed!
It was a photo.
The photo should have been taken with a Polaroid. The colors were bright.
In the photo, the sun was shining brightly.
A little girl wearing a tiger costume was pouncing towards a little boy. She was smiling beautifully, as though she had been dipped in sugar.
The little boy was very cold, and his expression was hard to describe. However, he reached out and held the little girl's waist, as if he was afraid that she would touch him, or afraid that she would fall on her own. Even the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, but it was not because he hated her, but because he felt a little helpless. His eyes were filled with tenderness.
It was easy to think of an ancient Chinese poem. "The first time a concubine's hair touched her forehead, the drama of folding flowers in front of the door. Her husband rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed to play with green plums."
In reality, this wasn't the main point of the photo.
Under the photo, there was a beautiful sentence written in block letters. "If God exists, I hope this idiot wearing a tiger costume can live a peaceful and happy life."
So this amulet, from the day he had gotten it, hadn't been for him to pray for his own blessings.
All these years, the treasure he had kept with him was for another person's blessings.
In that instant.
Fan Jia was filled with hatred!
Her first reaction was to destroy the photo!
But that slender, fair hand was one step ahead of her, pressing down on the photo, allowing her to raise her leg and step on his index finger.
Fan Jia had used a lot of strength.
It was impossible for it not to hurt, but Qin Mo didn't even blink.
But Qin Mo didn't even blink. His handsome side profile was still in the dim light. It was as though the little girl in the photo was the only thing left in his eyes. His fingers slid down the tiger hat on her head, and something in his heart seemed to melt. He could almost hear the sound of a lock being unlocked.
He was most afraid of losing this person.
The scene in the photo seemed to have been imbued with a sense of perspective. Scene after scene, it flashed across his mind.
She pounced over and hugged him. "Momo, how much for a kilo? I'll buy you."
She refused to go home and sleep, hugging her little keyboard. "This is my favorite toy, I'll give it to you. Let me sleep for one night, just one night."
She was very obedient when she laid on his bed. It was hard to imagine that someone as troublesome as her would be obedient. She would always lean over in the end. "If I hug you, you won't want to go back to China anymore. Yeah, what I mean is, you don't have to miss home so much."
He had fallen sick but even his grandfather hadn't noticed. She was the only one who had hugged him. She didn't cry and went to look for the family doctor.
After he caught a cold, he was afraid that she would be infected, so he deliberately placed a lot of flower pots by the window to prevent her from coming again. However, even the gods could not stop the little tiger. She had to climb in with a black face. She spent a lot of effort to educate him, "You can't treat your little friend like this."
She found all sorts of reasons to sleep with him. Every time they ate, she would give him what he liked. Whatever he liked, he would definitely see her bring it over the next day.
Even though her grandfather didn't know what he was interested in, she knew it clearly.
The way she smiled, the way her eyes turned red, the way she would press him against the wall after she grew up, the way her lips curved slightly.
She had never been anyone.
She had always been that idiot who had treated him as a girl …
Fan Jia sensed his abnormality. She wanted to speak, trying to use words to hypnotize him.
But what she didn't expect was that before she could open her mouth.
Swoosh!
A poker card flew over, cutting her face sharply.
Fan Jia's face turned pale. She watched as the person stood up slowly with the photo. Even her eyes were trembling.
She couldn't believe it.
No one could decipher the hypnosis!
This was impossible, absolutely impossible!
But the coldness emitted from the man made Fan Jia truly feel fear.
The poker card in his fingertips slashed at her again. This time, it cut her wrist.
Fong Jia had never been so close to death.
She could tell that he really wanted to kill her.
The moment he walked out of the light, Fan Jia knew that she was doomed.
That wasn't the gaze of someone who was controlled by hypnosis.
Instead, he used to be cold, aloof, and aloof.
Fan Jia took a few steps back. To her, he wasn't a god, but a devil.
The way he looked at her did not have a single trace of warmth. It was as cold as when he had first exposed her. His indifferent tone was as cold as when he had first exposed her. "You want to imitate her?"
That time, Fan Jia had almost been unable to escape.
Because of that, she hated Z even more. She had thought of many ways to kill her.
But that person had always been like this, haunting her like a ghost!
Fan Jia gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. "I did everything because I like you. Why can't you pity me?" Qin Mo's voice was calm.
"After killing someone and snatching their things, you still say you are pitiful? Heh, why should I give my pity to someone who isn't even comparable to a beast?"
Fan Jia reached out and covered her ears. "I just like you, I just like you. How can you say that?!"
"Do you want to say that you are innocent?" Qin Mo rotated the poker card in his hand slowly.
Fan Jia raised her hand. "Am I wrong?"
"You can go to hell and ask those who died because of you. Aren't they all innocent?" Qin Mo moved.
The sound of another poker card rang out!
Fan Jia's other wrist was also cut.
She suddenly realized that both her hands were going to be crippled!
"How can you be so ruthless!" Fan Jia's face twisted. "Why don't you just kill me?!"
Qin Mo lifted his eyelids. "My hands are only for killing. You aren't worthy."
When Fan Jia heard the last sentence, she seemed to have gone crazy.
But right at this moment, Qin Mo gestured towards the outside.
A group of plainclothes policemen rushed in from the outside!
He reached out and pressed her down!
Fan Jia struggled. "Kill me if you can, kill me!"
"Life in prison suits you better than if I kill you." Qin Mo glanced sideways, his eyes cold. "Don't worry, you won't die and you won't come out. Don't you like to drown? Try it in prison."
Fen Jia's expression changed. She understood what he meant. He wanted her to experience death every day. He had crippled her arms so that she wouldn't be able to fight back in prison.
What kind of place was prison? It was a place where people were eaten without spitting out the bones!
Fan Jia must have cried too much.
One of the plainclothes men shook his head. "That's quite pitiful."
Qin Mo tilted his head and glanced over. "Do you find her pitiful?"
"I just think …"
"That the murderer is pitiful. Since she is already dead, why should she pay with her life? Do you know the difference between humans and beasts? Humans have hearts and understand why the spirits in heaven feel uneasy. They also understand what it means to repay a debt of blood with blood. If you really find her pitiful, let me give you my blessings. I hope that no one will avenge you when the person closest to you is thrown into the sea."
The plainclothes man glared, turning to retort. However, he realized that the person was dressed in a military uniform. It was Young Master Tang.
It was Young Master Tang, smiling brightly as usual. "I didn't know. Nowadays, people in the system take the victim's place and say that the murderer is pitiful. Fan Jia has killed many people, including our comrades. If you are worried about her life in prison, you can pack your things and move to prison. You can still take care of her. Isn't that great?"
The plainclothes man froze.
When he saw that the side profile didn't look like he was joking, cold sweat drenched his entire back.
Qin Mo stood in front of Young Master Tang.
Both of them were tall and slender, but one of them was in a military uniform while the other was in a trench coat. Their styles were completely different.
In front of them, Fan Jia's methods couldn't be used at all.
"I have something on." Qin Mo glanced up, speaking to Young Master Tang. "I can't go back with you."
He knew it. Young Master Tang reached out, caressing his temples. "How many days?"
"After the Asian Cup." Qin Mo's voice didn't change.
Young Master Tang arched a brow. "You know I'm in charge of this case." If it had been someone else, he wouldn't have reacted in such a manner.
"Who else would want to arrest me other than you?" Qin Mo's tone sounded as though he was talking about the weather.
Young Master Tang laughed. "Young Master Qin, you are mistaken. Do I look like someone who would kick someone when they are down?"
Qin Mo was nonchalant, but his gaze was fixed on Young Master Tang. "Young Master Tang seems to have misunderstood yourself."
His gaze didn't escape Young Master Tang's eyes. Besides, Qin Mo didn't intend to hide it.
"Forget it, just treat it as my gift to Z's dowry." Young Master Tang moved to the left and opened up a path. At the same time, the plainclothes officers also put away their guns.
Fan Jia didn't want to be locked up in jail, she would rather die.
But there was always reincarnation.
Just like what Young Master Tang had said, someone had to do something for the souls who had died unjustly, for those who had their possessions taken away, to receive justice.
Of course, selfish people would always find excuses for themselves.
They would distort the truth and lie. When they were young, they would claim other people's possessions as their own in order to gain attention. When they grew up, they could live with a clear conscience even after causing someone's death.
Anyway, they would be forgiven after a long time.
Anyway, there would be a whole bunch of people who would offend them.
But similarly …
In this world.
There would always be a group of people who knew to be in awe.
Just like what Mandela had said, if the sky was dark, they would survive in the dark. If they didn't have the strength to shine, they would curl up in the corner. Don't defend the darkness just because you are used to it. Don't be proud of yourself. Don't mock those who are braver and more passionate than you. We can be as lowly as dust but not as twisted as maggots.
The sky would always brighten.
No matter how dark it used to be.
In the past, Bo Jiu wouldn't have believed this.
Because when she was alone, it was too hard.
No one could understand what she was saying, much less understand why she was disappointed.
But in the end, there would always be someone who would hug her gently when she was sad, asking her in a low voice, "Are you an idiot?"
Bo Jiu felt that she would never be able to find such a person, so venomous and gentle.
She had thought about it many times. A pure white person couldn't be a light source.
Because they were too weak, they couldn't withstand the slightest wave.
Unlike that person, who was like the Kunlun Mountains. Not only could he light up the lights, but he could also create the shadows of the sun and moon.
Hence, she liked him so much.
Bo Jiu knew that she was losing consciousness. She leaned her head against the steering wheel, feeling a little angry.
Just as she was about to move, she realized that the car door had been pulled open.
The next moment, there was a slightly cold embrace.
Bo Jiu couldn't open her eyes, but her nose worked. The familiar peppermint and tobacco scent made her feel that she was in a daze from the fever. That was why she had the illusion of being hugged.
Or perhaps she missed someone too much.
That was what Bo Jiu told herself.
Her forehead was pressed against a slightly cold object.
The next moment, he hugged her tighter.
Before she could figure out what was going on, a familiar voice came from beside her ear.
A familiar voice entered her ears. "Little Bo Jiu."
Mmh? He was calling her name.
"Are you an idiot?" Qin Mo was angry at himself. Since he had regained his memory, of course he knew why she had such a high fever. He leaned forward and touched her forehead. His chest felt like it was being burned by the temperature.
Bo Jiu frowned. She didn't want to be called an idiot when she was sick. Besides, was it really the Almighty? No matter how she thought about it, it didn't seem possible.
With that thought in mind, she wanted to move.
However, someone was one step ahead of her and pressed her hand down, trapping her in a warm embrace. As if afraid that she would be frozen, the person pulled her hand and stuffed it into his clothes. Her palm was pressed against his skin, and her fingertips were no longer cold.
Bo Jiu didn't see his face.
She didn't know that the high and mighty Young Master Qin was using such a method to warm her up.
The only person who knew was the Lamborghini, Little Blackie. It really couldn't see anymore. What surprised it was that the devil usually looked cold and didn't smell like a human.
He actually used such a method to warm up his master.
It must be cold outside.
He grabbed her hand and stuffed it into his clothes.
It was to make his master feel better.
F * ck, even it believed that the devil had true love for its master.
It was indeed true love.
Because faintly, there was a soft, faint voice. "I'm sorry."
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