Bo Jiu has never been to such a store, and he was so rude when he entered.

The store manager is a black man: "Hey, try this, it's good."

Bo Jiu looked at the whip recommended by the store manager and spoke in a very upright tone: "I'm just here to buy some medicine."

The black guy's eyes lit up, and he pulled the drawer open: "Which little wild cat I want to conquer? I have everything here."

"If there are no side effects on the body and people can avoid resistant to drugs, these two requirements do not require too much." Bo Jiu's voice was a little low.

The store manager also heard it and laughed: "You orientals are shy in this regard. Take it and make sure it meets your needs."

After Bo Jiu took the medicine, he said thank you first, but then he seemed to remember something and lowered his body: "It is said that there is a little uneasy nearby recently. I live next door and I am a new one. I heard that someone has just died, so there will be no problem, right?"

"Police Officer, it's boring for you." The manager shook his finger, his expression slightly boring.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Police Officer? Brother, you seem to have misunderstood."

"What am I wrong? Have you seen the police car parked outside? You come to me every day to ask, isn't it because someone came to me before he died?" The store manager packed up his things, as if you don't think you're stupid.

Bo Jiu did choose this store because of these factors, and now it has been exposed, so he is not in a hurry: "Brother, I'll buy some medicine and worry about my own safety. After all, I'm also a Chinese."

The store owner believed this sentence and turned around, "Are you really not a policeman?"

"How do you think I look like?" Bo Jiu sighed, like a young man who had just started to fall in love: "I like someone very much. I think we are always missing something, so I think we come and buy some medicine to have a little atmosphere."

Speaking of this kind of thing, the store owner is good at it and chatted with Bo Jiutian and the north.

For example, what kind of girls in the United States like?

He also looked up and down at Bo Jiu and said, "You orientals are popular now. They like to call you little cuties the most, but it depends on the girl you like. What type is it?"

"Ordinary, cold, and a little arrogant." Bo Jiu was very melancholy: "It is easy to get angry. Those eyes can freeze people by looking at people."

The store manager frowned, "So queen?"

"Yes, Queen Special." Bo Jiu said, paying attention to the police car outside, as if he was a little worried.

The store manager basically believed in this little guy at this time, probably because he was really worried about his safety. When Bo Jiu was paying the money, he reminded Bo Jiu: "Don't go home too late."

When Bo Jiu heard this, he knew what the store manager had seen before and tried to ask.

The store manager said, "Don't worry, you haven't snatched someone else's boyfriend anyway."

"Snatch your boyfriend? What does this mean?" Bo Jiu felt that this was the point.

The store manager looked around and said, "I don't know anyone else, but two of them like the same man. The man brought them to buy things. One of the girls also received a warning call from another girl, but they didn't expect that both girls were gone."

Have you ever liked the same person?

Bo Jiu's lowered eyes flashed with a light, trying to sort out his ideas, but found that there was no better way than to investigate the man.

It seems that some problems do need to be analyzed by the masters.

The police will probably know the news even if they don't have it for a day.

It's hard for her to ask questions if she takes the person away.

From the current perspective, this man is very suspicious.

But if that's the case, it's too simple.

How to explain the strings of numbers in the chat record?

Bo Jiu turned his eyes back, thought of something, and called out a picture and said, "There are some things, this picture. Have American girls like to play like this recently? She sent it to me, but I can't even understand what it is. I always send numbers. I don't want her to think I'm old-fashioned, so I want to ask someone."

The store manager looked at the photo and was also confused: "boy, what's this? I really don't know about your new fun for international students. You can go and ask your classmates, and you may tell you if you feel sorry for it."

"That's all." Bo Jiu looked regretful. After walking out of the store, he opened the car door and sat back into the car, looking at the two plainclothes walking in with his eyes.

She didn't keep much, there was only a little useful information.

Ask again, the store should be on guard again.

It’s better to stop at the right time, at least make sure that what you hear is right.

Bo Jiu supported his chin with one hand, as if thinking about something.

The luxury car and the cool jacket make Bo Jiu look like the dark male protagonist in MV, cold and cool.

On the street, when the American girl drove over, she whistled at Bo Jiu: "Hey, are you interested in going out for fun together?"
Chapter completed!