Dozo America

"Help--"

Sarah wanted to scream, but the thick water vapor had tightly wrapped around her, making her breathless. It was like something was strangling her throat tightly, and the sticky stuff gradually fell out of her mouth.

Pour it in.

Her face turned red from suppressing it, and the lake water seemed to have an attraction that attracted her to jump in. Only by jumping in could the suffocating water vapor dissipate from her body.

"No--"

Sarah was very conscious and knew that if she went on, she would be like those people who drowned in the lake.

But she couldn't help it.

"Zhen——"

Just when Sarah was about to step into the lake, she let out a gurgling sound from her throat.

"Buzz!" A dull sound sounded like a basin of water pouring down from the head.

"Sarah——"

A blurry figure swayed in front of her, and she felt like someone was supporting her and calling her name constantly. It was very familiar and kind.

"Sarah——"

Sarah shook her head suddenly, the buzzing in her ears suddenly seemed to be shaken away, and the viscous lake water seemed to have evaporated from her body.

"Sarah——"

The sound rang in her ears, it was Zhen Fan calling her name.

"Damn, I heard it!"

Sarah struggled to stand firm, but she still supported Zhen Fan with one hand. Her body was already soaked, and her exquisite curves were uneven.

"What happened just now?"

Sarah had finished breathing, and slowly walked with Zhen Fan to the side of the parked car.

"What did you see?"

Zhen Fan looked at Sara who was drowned, with a smile on his lips, looking a little gloating under the moonlight.

"Yes, I saw it, it's unbelievable!" Sarah was still horrified, and then looked at Zhen Fan in disbelief, "You already knew that, right? What the hell is this? I was almost killed by her!"

"Do you believe that people have souls after they die?"

Zhen Fan's harmless smile made Sarah's teeth itch.

"Based on what I just saw?"

"Isn't it enough?"

"Okay, I...can believe this for the moment..." Sarah raised her hand, "Are you really a psychic?"

"Psychic? Well, you Americans may call it that, but in China it is another name - Taoist priest. I am a Taoist priest!"

Zhen Fan spoke seriously, then opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

"If you want to get soaked and camp by the lake, I have no objection!" He said while looking up and down Sarah's naked body.

"Just go back like this?"

Sarah was a little unwilling.

"Of course, do you still want to swim naked in the lake?"

Sarah got into the car angrily, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out. Sarah said nothing more along the way.

"Not willing?"

Zhen Fan looked at this woman who was soaked but had a cold face and said nothing.

Sarah gave him a cold look.

Zhen Fan smiled, not taking it seriously at all, as if saying to himself: "It would be great if we could apply for a search warrant. I believe that the coffee shop owner will definitely have good things in his house!"

"What?"

Sarah finally responded.

"Want me to repeat that?"

"I heard you clearly!"

Sarah suddenly smiled, then accelerated suddenly, a brisk smile appeared on her face, and soon she arrived at the door of Zhen Fan's house.

"If you want to take a shower at my house, that's fine with me, but I have to tell you that there are no clothes for women in my house, which means you have to..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Sarah decisively rejected this guy's invitation.

"What were you thinking just now?" Zhen Fan looked at this woman in surprise, her face flushed with suppressed anger, like a runaway Bugs Bunny.

"You are just a nymphomaniac, don't you just want me to wear no clothes? Are you so shameless? God, God knows what you looked at me just now!" Sarah was indeed a little crazy.

Zhen Fan was stunned by her scolding.

"What I'm trying to say is, this means you have to wear my clothes, that's all, and if I offended you, I'm willing to apologize. I'm sorry, Sarah!"

Zhen Fan said it seriously.

"Pfft!"

Sarah didn't hold it back and sprayed it on the front windshield, causing spittle to fly everywhere.

The lights in the living room were on, and Zhen Fan was busy making milk tea. Sarah was wearing Zhen Fan's shirt, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and her two snow-white thighs were vaguely hidden under the shirt.

"Zhen, how did you do it?"

Sarah was still struggling with what had just happened.

"It's actually very simple, but I said it, can you understand me?" Zhen Fan was busy and answered her without looking back, holding back her next words.

"So...you asked me to search his residence...because the death of his wife was related to him? His wife died of cerebral hemorrhage and had nothing to do with him!"

"What is the chance of a woman in her thirties dying from cerebral hemorrhage?"

Zhen Fan asked back, then poured two cups of hot milk tea from the electric kettle, brought it over on a plate, and placed a cup in front of Sarah.

"The reason is not good!"

It makes some sense, but as Sarah said, the reason is not good enough.

"That's why I ask you to search his residence, especially the woman's belongings. Maybe you will find something new."

"It's a bit difficult to apply for a search warrant based on this alone!"

Sarah was a little upset. It was obvious that there was something wrong here, but there was no direct evidence and everything was based on speculation, which was very detrimental to applying for a search warrant.

"Stop thinking so much, drink a cup of hot milk tea, and have a good sleep. You will find a solution tomorrow!" Zhen Fan yawned, turned around and walked towards the room, "You know the guest room is in my room."

On the other side, if you need anything..."

"No need for anything!"

Sarah watched Zhen Fan walk into the bedroom angrily, and couldn't help but snorted angrily. She took a few sips of the milk tea, and her heart suddenly felt warm.

When I woke up the next day, I saw that my clothes had been neatly ironed and hung on the chair in the living room. There was no one in the room. The door of Zhen Fan's bedroom was open and there was no one inside.

"Zhen——"

Sarah called several times, but no one answered. She walked to the center of the living room and looked towards the kitchen. Only the table in the dining room was covered with milk, bread, vegetable salad, as well as knives and forks!

A typical American mediocre breakfast.

Zhen Fan had already gone out, wearing sports shorts and a vest, jogging by the river.

Early in the morning, in Christine's villa.

"Dudududu..."

The busy signal from the phone drove Okar crazy. Damn psychic, damn liar. Three hundred thousand dollars are gone like this. You can't call the police, otherwise it will be a scandal.

"Forget it! Stop fighting!"

Christine's eyes were lowered. She had no intention to investigate whether De Niro was a liar now. Her mental state was very poor, her entire face was extremely thin, and her eyes had no color at all.

"I'm sorry!" Okar spread his hands, looking helpless. Christine's state really worried him. The loss of three hundred thousand dollars was not that she couldn't afford it. The key was that this incident put pressure on Okar to overthrow her.

I lost my belief in spiritualism and the boastful spiritualists I used to believe in.

"Wait until tomorrow. If there is no news tomorrow, call the police!"

"But...this will make those reporters worry..." Okar's hesitation is reasonable.

"Call the police!"

Kristine frowned, and then went upstairs without looking back. She changed into a set of sportswear, tank tops and shorts, which made her look a little more energetic.

"Are you going out today? Are you okay?" Okar looked at her worriedly. She was afraid to say anything more because of that liar.

"It's okay, I'll just jog for a while and come back. This will make me feel better!" Kristen insisted, and then ran out slowly.

The air by the river was sobering, and Kristen took a deep breath, as if she wanted to get rid of all fear and fatigue.

"Hi Kristen!"

There was a voice saying hello from the other side. Kristen looked over and saw a smiling face.

"Hi, hello, Zhen!"

Kristen put a smile on her face.

"Oh, Christine, you don't look good!" Zhen Fan stopped in front of her and did not run over as usual.

Kristine also stopped, and after hearing Zhen Fan's words, her face suddenly darkened.

"Let me see..." Zhen Fan looked at her face seriously and nodded, "You have a nightmare, and it hasn't stopped for many days!"

"Ah -" Kristen was startled, and then stared at Zhen Fan, "You...how do you know? Oh, you must be a psychic!"

"Pfft!" Zhen Fan almost spit it out in one gulp. How can he be a psychic? Everyone knows that you have two dark circles under your eyes and look depressed, which is a nightmare of insomnia for many days. This girl is too simple!