Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Yan Tianxing stood in the middle of the stairs, separated by six or seven steps. He raised his eyes and looked up at Mo Shangyun, but he did not have any oppression caused by looking up at others.

The light of the corridor hit him in the face, with a deep outline, handsome eyes, and eye-catching brows with eye-catching expressions, without concealing the wildness in the eyes, extremely lethal, but mixed with evil charms for unreasonable eye-catching.

A neat and tidy training suit set off his tall and tall figure, the bloodiness and domineering of the soldiers undoubtedly revealed, and the aura was full.

However, Mo Shangyun is much more casual.

Wet hair was scattered, no training cap, only a camouflage short sleeve, the pants of training pants were large, the belt was buckled casually, one hand was put in the trouser pocket, even the movement of the head was unique to her The stubbornness and arrogance, from a condescending look down, the expression is indifferent, without a little arrogance, but also not approachable, and the distance from people is pulled away in a lazy gesture.

Looking away from her hair with water dripping and the short sleeves with wet shoulders, Yan Tianxing frowned inadvertently, but his eyebrows were stretched quickly, and he seemed to see nothing.

"Fly back?"

Yan Tianxing glanced at her.

Arrived at the temporary camp around six o'clock, and then returned for three hours.

Right now, it's only more than two hours, and the others haven't returned.

Judging from the appearance of Mo Shangyun, it seems that he is not new.

"Um, almost."

Mo Shangyun shrugged frankly, but his expression and attitude were extremely coping.

When she was finished, she turned around and walked straight to her dormitory.

Yan Tianxing frowned slightly until her figure came out of sight, before raising her legs and stepping upstairs.

The moment he passed the last step, he heard the door at the end of the corridor being snapped shut, his head tilted, and there was no ink on the end of the corridor.

Yan Tianxing turned around and walked to his dormitory.

*

Back at the dormitory, Mo Shangjun found a dry towel from the closet, wiped his hair at will, then put it on his neck and walked to his desk to sit down.

Take out the laptop and mobile phone and the power supply, plug in both, and then turn on.

After turning on the phone, she turned on the hotspot of the phone and connected it to her laptop. While opening the Finder, she logged in to the WeChat software.

Find an avatar in the contact, Mo Shangjun clicks into the dialog box, and enters a line of words.

——『Ink: Get out. 』

It took three seconds over there before replying slowly.

—— "Money $_$: Ha? 』

—— "Money $_$: I'll just go, Mo God, am I blind?" 』

——『Mo: No. 』

—— "Money $_$: Little Ma Lier is here, do you have anything? 』

——『Mo: Help me find someone. 』

——『Money$_$: You said you said. 』

Mo Shangjun found a hidden folder, opened it, found a photo, opened it without looking at it, and dragged it directly into the dialog box.

-"Ink: [picture]"

——『Mo: I want to determine whether he is in Ancheng. 』

——"Money $_$: Just... a photo?" 』

——『Mo: Um. 』

——"Money $_$: It looks pretty handsome." 』

—— "Money $_$: No more information?" 』

——『Mo: No. 』

——『Money$_$：……』

——"Money $_$: So what, is this a transaction? 』

——『Mo: What do you say? 』

—— "Money $_$: Cough, I'm kidding. Helping you is definitely free! 』

——『Ink: Three days. 』

——『Money $_$: Rest assured, wrap me up. 』

Mo Shangyun said nothing else.

Qian Xuan, a 19-year-old born hacker who chatted with her, was invited by the military last year to give him an invitation, but he refused. It is said that I have taken a college entrance exam and am now a good student.

Three years ago, Mo Shangyun wanted to learn a computer and met him on the Internet. Later, when he didn't agree, he hacked the computer. In view of the presence of Mo Shangjun in the computer who prepared two months of papers, the computer was hacked and the documents were destroyed by themselves. Mo Shangjun was very upset and found someone to dig out his iP address and then he drank with him face to face 'Cup of tea', after this legendary genius was more obedient before her, a little intermittent contact.

Mo Shangyun always remembers him when it is useful to him.

just now……

The photos taken by Si Sheng last time made her suspicious.

The phantom that flickered tonight made her hard to release.

If that person is really in this city...

What is he doing here?

What is the purpose of the shameless?

After a while, Mo Shangyun recovered from her thoughts. She looked up at her laptop and wanted to quit WeChat directly, but she didn’t click it yet. The dialog box of [Tofu Xishi] jumped out. .

——『Tofu Xishi: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]]

Ink on Yun Yun's eyebrows, click to open.

Si Sheng's photographing technology is as usual, the sky is already dark, and the people she photographed are almost darker than the environment.

After browsing the four photos, Mo Shangyun can roughly see the situation.

On a relatively remote road, there was a time for killing with a gun. Both victims, both of them were shot in the forehead. There were police cars and policemen nearby. They pulled the cordon, and there were several villagers carrying onlookers.

Si Sheng should have been secretly filming, the angle is hard to say.

In addition to killing with a gun, Mo Shangyun recognise ——

Here is the way she just drove back.

——『Mo: You passing by? 』

——『Tofu Xishi: I came here after receiving strange information. 』

--"ink:? 』

——『Tofu Xishi: [Before eight o’clock, see you at the fork in Xihe Mountain. ]】

——『Tofu Xishi: There was an accident on the way, I came late. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: I just saw an arm tattooed eagle, and I wanted to tell you something. 』

Scanning the message sent by Si Sheng carefully, Mo Shanyun raised his brow tightly.

According to the temptation of this message, if Si Sheng arrives on time, maybe the police will think that Si Sheng is the murderer as soon as he arrives...

The arms are hawked.

Mo Shangyun has an ominous premonition.

Not long ago, Si Sheng also helped her catch two members of the Black Hawk. Later, through her relationship, she has been paying attention to people with similar tattoos. Recently, there has been some news.

Can't do it...

After a moment, she picked up a cell phone that was charging and wanted to make a call to Si Sheng, but as soon as she picked it up, she stopped.

Put down the phone.

She used WeChat to talk to Si Sheng.

——『Mo: I will find you later. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: It’s late. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: I just got a deal and left the province at night. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: Rest assured, this role can’t help me. 』

Glancing at Si Sheng's arrogant words, Mo Shangyun thought of Si Sheng's arbitrary style of behavior, his eyes flashed with anxiety.

But, quickly reassured.

Si Sheng... Although I often do something that worries me, there is really no one who worries about success.

General dangers can all go away.

——『Mo: Give Zhang a selfie, so she can be a memorial. 』

——『Tofu Xishi:……』

——『Tofu Xishi: [picture]』

Two minutes later, Si Sheng really sent a picture over.

Mo Shangyun looked at it and almost vomited blood.

It's really a selfie, but it's just a black paint, and I can clearly see Si Sheng's wanton eyebrows and the beautiful face outline used to eat on the screen.

Soon, she sent a message shamelessly.

——『Tofu Xishi: The phone lens is broken. 』

--"ink:……"

Whatever camera lens reaches her hand, it's all bad.

——『Tofu Xishi: See you tomorrow. 』

——『Ink: Take care. 』

——『Tofu Xishi: Um. 』

Mo Shangjun quit WeChat and shut down his laptop.

After glancing at the mobile phone charged with 20% of the power, Mo Shangyun ignored it and sat up directly from the chair.

Her hair was almost dry, and she took care of it twice.

Faintly, I heard the voice gradually becoming lively downstairs, as if the instructor and the student had returned.

When she wanted to go out, she paused, and for a reason bored, she turned her head, and the afterglow of her eyes fell to the balcony.

There are no railings.

After thinking for two seconds, Mo Shangyun turned off the lights with a "snap" and walked to the balcony.

One turned over, Mo Shangyun jumped onto the balcony, and the slender legs lifted up, hooked the pipe near Yan Tianxing's dormitory.

It's the most difficult thing to climb downstairs. After Mo Shangyun came to the pipe, his glide was not so easy.

However, there is no difficulty.

In an instant, she came to the second floor.

at the same time--

A gloomy voice floated overhead.

"What about jailbreaking?"

The familiar **** voice gave Mo Shangyun no reason to stun, and her figure was slightly stunned. She raised her eyes and suddenly saw a figure standing on the balcony of Yan Tianxing's dormitory on the third floor.

It is Yan Tianxing.

He was wearing a casual dress. A white shirt was visible on his upper body. His sleeves were pulled to his elbows. It was very casual. His left hand was put in his trouser pocket, and his right hand was holding a cup of hot tea.

Mo Shangyun whispered in his heart: like an old man in his 50s or 60s.