That's true.

After seeing something dipped in the corner of the boy's mouth, he leaned over and rushed over his fingertips. His deep eyes made people look at him and didn't want to move them away.

The two of them were sitting shoulder to shoulder, and at this time, because of Qin Mo's movements, they were very close.

Even if he was eating dumplings, Bo Jiu smelled the breath from the great god.

The sun shines down.

Qin Mo just feeds the typing boy a dumpling and eats another one by himself.

Both of them are good-looking, and the picture looks pleasing to the eye, which makes Aunt Zhang, who is standing outside the door, send nothing in.

Bo Jiu also noticed that half of the dumplings on the plate were wrapped in exquisite shapes, while the other half was really different in shape.

But what the great god gave her was beautifully shaped, and the rest of the crooked ones all came into the great god's mouth.

As for who made those incompatible dumplings, it was obvious that they were from her.

Bo Jiu immediately changed his expression, stared at Qin Mo and ate the fourth one, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Usually at this time, the close-fitting Xiaomi would say it tastes delicious to coax her, the domineering president.

But the great gods always don’t follow the plot.

"You asked this, do you want to hear lies?" Qin Mo's tone was very light, and he picked up another dumpling for someone.

Bo Jiu:...She understood that the dumplings should not taste very good.

If I really can't help but kidnap the master in the future, I'd better cook instant noodles for him. I can do this kind of cooking skill.

When Bo Jiu thought so, she didn't know that it was not that there were many dumplings of different shapes on the plate, but that Qin Mo had put all the dumplings she made on her plate. It had nothing to do with whether it was delicious or not, but because she was the one who made these dumplings.

After Qin Mo fed Bo Jiu the last dumpling, Bo Jiu also stopped his hand and transferred all the key evidence to her USB drive.

"Wait a minute." Qin Mo pointed his slender and fair fingers on the screen: "There is something wrong with this post."

Upon hearing this, Bo Jiu turned his attention away. There was indeed a problem. Judging from the content of the post, this is a new memorial post.

"This is……"

Qin Mo's eyes were slightly deeper: "The next victim."

Yu Luo, he took out his cell phone and called Director Huang: "There is someone who needs you to find it. No, it is not the witness this time, but the next victim."

"What did you say? The next victim?" Director Huang suddenly started fighting from his seat.

Qin Mo's tone was very light. He did not explain much, but only said five words: "The girl's memorial."

These five words are enough to make Director Huang understand the meaning, but he did not expect that a case that had passed would continue!

This made Director Huang feel an unprecedented chill.

"What did you find?"

"a lot of."

Director Huang frowned: "It's a bit difficult to do."

"Why is it difficult to do?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows.

Director Huang grabbed his hair, as if his anger had not yet disappeared: "That guy Smith has told the media that he had judged that the deceased had committed suicide. If it was a serial killer case, it would be taboo to publish these things."

Qin Mo looked at the teenager whose eyes were turned to him, and his emotions remained unchanged: "A website, on this website, recorded all the behaviors of the victim in the past month. Until her death, it was the last video. It is certain that she did not commit suicide, but was deliberately murdered. You can see the video posted online. Although it is all white medicine bottles, the medicine bottle in the police hand was not the one that the victim took in the video at that time, because the size was different. This proves that someone changed the evidence one step before the police arrived. If it was not murder, what evidence would be exchanged? Taboo, it will only make more people killed, or do you want to continue climbing up, so when you know it, you pretend not to know and whitewash the peace?"

"Grandma, don't use provocation to me." Director Huang slapped the table: "I'm thinking about what to do."

Qin Mo's voice returned to his usual indifference: "At a press conference, he said publicly, how did she die?"

"No need to say it, I know too!" Director Huang was cursing the brat in his heart the next second, but laughed: "If this happens, that mother won't have to be in such pain."

Director Huang has read some messages from online people. Li Xue’s transcript was done by the Crime Team. When he heard Li Xue say, “These things have nothing to do with her. She committed suicide because she had poor psychological endurance.”

Director Huang finally understood why that mother cried.

What is scary is not the Internet, but the human nature that has been destroyed in reality.

Even when he saw the victim's mother, Li Xue still said, "Isn't it just an apology? I'll apologize, your daughter is dead, you go and cry your daughter, what does it mean to cry here?"

He could not forget the mother's eyes. She looked at Li Xue, her eyes full of hatred and despair.

But there is no way.

He looked at the mother's fingers and asked him, "Is there no way? My daughter really won't commit suicide. Is this what everyone evaluated her? What about that person just now? He didn't receive any punishment? Then why did my daughter persist for so long?"

He couldn't answer at the time, as if he was strangled to his throat.

He didn't know how to tell a mother that your daughter... had been determined to commit suicide.
Chapter completed!