
There are some people on the mainland who can study criminal psychology, let alone add such detailed explanations in related books.
Fu Jiu curled her thin lips into a pleasant summer.
The Almighty had hidden it so deeply.
No wonder they all said that no one in Northeast China dared to upset him.
If the police had someone like this god, it might be difficult for him to hide.
A criminal psychologist, profiler, and computer genius…
Fu Jiu strongly believed that some people, no matter how many times they reincarnated back into the world, were definitely incomparable. More importantly, their numbers could only be counted on the fingers of one hand.
The Almighty may be one of them.
"Are you interested in my book?" Qin Mo had already finished changing his clothes. His lightweight knitted sweater matched his cloth trousers, instantly making him look a lot softer. At home, he was a bit similar to the Korean man's star, with black hair cut a little wet very close to his ears and elbows open that were as pretty as porcelain.
He walked over from behind Fu Jiu and placed his nimble fingers on the book, Criminal Mind, which he was reading.
The delicate aroma of mint mixed with a hint of tobacco floated lightly above his head, smelling very familiar and pleasant.
When Fu Jiu turned his head, the man's fair jaw appeared in his line of sight.
It occurred to her that the man was much taller than her, even though he was already a bit tall.
Qin Mo also lowered his eyes, and his deep gaze fell onto the young man's face as if time was frozen.
Immediately, he took the book out of his hand and placed it back on the shelf, while his other hand directly grabbed the back collar of the youngster's school uniform. Leaning her body to one side, she asked, "Pull?" With her thin lips so close to the young boy's face, her breath could even hit Fu's face.
“Yes, somewhat ...” Fu Jiu replied rather provocatively with a slight smile, “No wonder finding my area in such a short time was a piece of cake for my older brother, I was not surprised, who has strong reasoning abilities. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have rushed to jump out, and I would have played a little more with Brother Mo instead. ”
Qin Mo tells himself once again that the teenager is in a phase of his teenage rebellion.
As a brother, even if this person only moved his things, he would have to control himself and not pinch his claws.
Still, this boy needs to be taught.
No matter what position the teenager was in, Qin Mo dragged him out. “You can read extracurricular books later. Eat first!”
Ever since he met this god more often, he had been treated as a sack many times. Fu shouted, “Wait, wait, can we talk in a better position? Please don't always drag me like this. You know, this will ruin my image.”
“So peeking at someone else's book doesn't affect your image?” Qin Mo grasped the boy seriously as if he was teaching a disobedient cat.
Fu does not deny it, “I just want to know who can finally catch me. Besides playing games, brother, what else can you do?”
"Make some money" Qin said, then he gripped the teenager's chin firmly. “Be careful with your big nose. No more bullshit. Maybe next time I'll put you in a hot pot.
Fu Jiu thought that he could not miss the great opportunity to educate the gods, so he brought his face closer with an evil smile. “My dear brother, to be honest, you are not a perfect brother. Sorry, but I have to tell you that your tongue is so sharp that you will never get a girlfriend.”