The national school idol is a girl

Dead and alive again?

Rebirth?

As soon as Hoshino let go of the boy, his eyes were still shaking: "So who are you now?"

"Other people's bodies." Bo Jiu looked out the window with his eyes, his face was handsome, but a little unclear: "I don't know who I am now."

Boom!

Thunder flashed outside the stadium.

The light from the collision hit the side of the young man's face. He was obviously standing in the darkest place, but he was holding his pocket with one hand and his smile did not diminish: "Do you need me to prove your identity?"

"No need." Hoshino looked at the person in front of him, digesting the information he received, and his eyes gradually became warm again, but it was more of something else than warmth.

What is the concept of dying and living again?

The main thing is that death is a concept.

Hoshino suddenly clenched his hands. He couldn't imagine what it would be like in a world where this person no longer existed.

"Don't look at me like that." Bo Jiu took another step forward and raised his eyebrows: "The new identity is not bad, it is a perfect disguise. I am a student. I haven't been a student for many years."

Only then did Hoshino have the mood to look at the boy's clothes from top to bottom. Wait a minute...

"Is this body of yours a boy?"

Bo Jiu curled his lips lazily: "This age is too confusing. It's a pity that Kezi is still a woman, but few people know that the original owner has something wrong with him and needs to conceal his gender."

"Why are you so restless every time you go to a place?" It was obvious that Hoshino had completely recovered. He was even glad that he could still see this person.

The corner of Bo Jiu's mouth raised slightly: "I also want to know about this issue. I am already like this, why are there still uneasy things happening?"

"You're talking about that Z."

The two are indeed partners in action.

Bo Jiuyi spoke, and as smart as Hoshino, he immediately knew what she was talking about.

"It seems you have investigated?" Although the location of this conversation is not very good, the most important thing is to convey it to each other.

Hoshino's eyes darkened: "At first I thought he was you, but then a Wechat forum appeared, and after adding the email you sent me, I rejected the idea, but by the time I realized it, it was already too late. There is no way to lock his IP, and there is no trace of what he did other than imitating you. "

"Why are there no traces?" Bo Jiu turned to look at the door that was about to be unlocked, and once again lamented that this was indeed not a place for conversation: "Imitating me is a trace, Hoshino, do you remember what I once told you? If so, the clues of the criminal will remain in every crime he commits. Who is the first victim of that micro forum and where is she? Some people may say that the Internet is instigating. Of course, the farther away the better, the criminal is definitely not here. This district or this city, but you and I both know that this is not an ordinary instigation. He chose a person as a memorial to the girl. He did not choose randomly. I had a foreknowledge that the person pretending to be me was in the city. I found him pretending to be me. The most important clue can be found out by the reason, I..."

Bo Jiu remembered that she was still under the gentle care of the great god. Hearing the sound of the door moving, Bo Jiu raised his eyes and said, "It's not convenient for me to do it now. Come and check... Go straight and turn left. If you can avoid it, fan."

Hoshino looked at the young man standing in front of him and knew clearly that this meant the conversation was over.

The two of them really have a good rapport.

As soon as Bo Jiu finished speaking, Hoshino stepped out with his long legs and walked towards the route Bo Jiu provided him...