Qin Xin repeatedly played back the surveillance camera, observed the pair, and handed it to Wu Zhiming's archaeological robot's hands.

The wrist is slender, the fingers are short, the skin cannot see the depth, and the details of the hand characteristics are not visible. Because it is blocked by long surgical gloves, it can only be vaguely judged that it is a woman's hand.

The style of this type of surgical glove is very common. It is used by medical schools for students to perform experiments, and is different from the surgical gloves specially used by doctors in hospitals.

Higher institutions such as Imperial University and Royal College will be distributed for free to medical students.

Still a student?

Qin Xin's doubts became even stronger.

A woman who wears gloves to enter the madhouse must not want to leave her fingerprints. She can avoid the aerial robot shots, which is already surprising enough.

If it is a student, the student can participate in the transformation of archaeological robots into four-sided mini robots that integrate offense and defense to bombard the teaching building. With such a high-level task, the student's level is also quite powerful.

The range of suspects can almost be locked in the two institutions, Imperial University and Royal College.

It is almost impossible for other schools to have such talents.

A corner of the grass snake gray line seemed to be faintly uncovered by her.

She saved a screenshot of the woman's hands and couldn't help but scan the big staircase classroom of the Royal Academy.

She glanced at each girl's hands.

Ao Xinghao turned his head with great enthusiasm: "Hey, what game are you playing? Just bring me one."

Qin Xin's fingertips quickly swiped across the screen.

Switch from the monitoring page to a reading software with a Penguin avatar.

She said quietly: "I don't like playing games."

Ao Xinghao's eyes lit up: "Oh, Xinghe's book? Is "Xinghe and You" released the third season? Or is it a serialized online?"

Hu Yi also stretched his neck when he heard this: "Damn it, no, how can my book from Xinghe Da be serialized online? It must be printed and slimly put to sleep with my arms. I protest, I protest!"

Ao Xinghao: "...You think beautifully. When you buy a copy, you will be very good. Last time the publisher printed the collector's version, they all instantly. Is it good to have online serialization now for fans?"

Hu Yi: "I, do you believe it if I bought a collector's version at the auction house?"

Ao Xinghao: "Tsk, can it be a pirated version? Now whoever has the collector's version of Xinghe in his hand will be released for auction? You are so stupid."

Hu Yi was depressed and began to have a little doubts: "No, it's true, I'm going to cry to death. I spent a lot of money..."

Because I was really sad, but because I was embarrassed to make noise in class, Hu Yi lowered his voice and his face was almost turned into a bitter gourd.

Qin Xin was speechless by these two sea-stopping beasts and whispered: "Want a collector's version?"

Hu Yi: "Of course, Sister Xin, I've always thought about it!"

Ao Xinghao's eyes flashed: "Hey, do you have it?"

Qin Xin nodded: "Which type wants to sign?"

Ao Xinghao's breathing stopped: "Do you still have Xinghe's signature?"

Qin Xin casually pointed her chin: "Let's go back tomorrow to find it."

Last time I helped the seven gourd kids get a few books, but it seems that there are still left.

Adding a signature is not a problem.

Why is Ao Chongchong so excited?

Qin Xin didn't know that Ao Xinghao was not so excited at all, but was excited.

I finally got through until the get out of class was over.

Ao Xinghao stood up from the chair and sat directly on the desk to face Qin Xin: "Xin, tell me, when did you get to the Fanxinghe River? Why do we have such a similar vision? You also like what I like. Do you think this is a tacit understanding?"
Chapter completed!