Dozo America

The air in the park is very good. There are not many people in the morning, only a few people. There is a lake at the end of a forest in the distance. It is very large and almost runs through the entire park. On a wooden chair in the park, an old man is quietly sitting.

I sat there and looked at the sparkling lake. The sunlight flashed in front of my eyes with a dazzling golden light from time to time.

On a bench in the woods, a tall and thin man wearing a windbreaker was about to put a cigarette in his mouth, then took out a lighter, lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and then a burst of smoke appeared.

It made his face a little blurry. He often uses this method to stabilize his mood.

"No smoking here, sir!" At this time, a park uniformed security guard came over. He looked at the man sitting on the chair and frowned, "In view of your behavior, I have to let the police do it.

deal with."

"I'm sorry, I admit that I shouldn't smoke, but sir... can you give me a chance?" The tall and thin man stood up, quickly took out the cigarette from his mouth, and then looked around, seeing that there was nothing that could be extinguished.

Where to smoke, just press the cigarette butt into the palm of your hand and extinguish it.

The contact between the cigarette butt and the palm of his hand immediately made a "sizzling" sound of burning the flesh. This made the security guard very nervous. He pushed back two steps, then stretched out the palm of one hand and faced the tall and thin man.

, the other hand touched the pistol at his waist, and said loudly: "What are you going to do? Hold your head with both hands, stand facing me, hurry up!"

The tall and lanky man was a little stunned. He shrugged and said helplessly: "Okay. Don't be nervous, relax, I will do what you say. No need to draw a gun, I will not pose a threat to you!"

As he spoke, he put his head in his hands, turned around, and stood facing the big tree.

The security guard came over, spread his legs, and searched him, but found nothing. He nodded, took a few steps back, and said to the man, "You can turn around now. Answer a few questions.

I will consider letting you go!"

"As you please, sir!" The tall and thin man turned around and faced the security guard. "Do I still need to hold my head?"

"Yes. When you satisfy me, I will let you go. Bullshit, man, this is good for you and me. Listen...what are you doing here? Here!" The security guard still maintained.

Wary, he pressed one hand on the handle of the pistol at his waist and stared at the tall and thin man.

"I'm waiting for someone!" the tall and lanky man replied.

"Who are you waiting for? Is it the person you met secretly? Do you have a deal? Drugs or money?" The security guard glared at the tall and thin man. "You'd better not move, otherwise I will shoot without hesitation.

of!"

"Okay. Okay, I'm waiting for my friends, not the damn deals like drugs and w money. I said, sir, can you stop assuming that others are criminals? I didn't do anything just now, except for taking two puffs.

Smoke!" The tall and thin man became impatient and shouted at the security guard.

"Two puffs? Is it anesthesia?" the security guard continued.

"No, this is the cigarette I smoked. I haven't finished it yet. Do you want to take a look?" The tall and thin man spread out the hand above his head. On it was the half of the cigarette he had been holding, and then moved towards it.

The security guard threw it over, "You'd better see for yourself, this is tobacco, not hemp!"

"I will!" The security guard squatted on the table carefully, but his eyes never left the tall and thin man. "This is one of your evidences. You'd better be careful."

"Can I put my hands down?" the tall and lanky man said.

"Tell me your name and your ID!"

"It's right here!" The tall, thin man put his hand into his pocket and took out his wallet. "It has my ID on it. Can I put my hand down now?"

"Okay, but don't play tricks. I'll remember you. Man, Shia Preskin. That doesn't sound like a good person's name. I'll remember you!" the security guard said, throwing the wallet over.

But as if he didn't use enough force on purpose, the wallet fell about two meters in front of Preskin, just out of reach of his arms.

The security guard said, stretched out his finger and pointed at Pricekin: "I remember you, you can't run away, man, as long as you dare to commit trouble here, I will make you look good!"

He turned around, looked back twice as he walked, and then went on patrol not far away.

Preskin shook his head, slowly stood up, picked up his wallet, sighed, patted the dirt on it, then put it into his pocket again, and slowly sat back down.

On the chair, he looked at the sparkling lake surface, then looked around, but found that the person he was waiting for had not come yet.

Zhen Fan had obviously agreed. Although it was conveyed through the secretary's mouth, he felt that Zhen Fan would definitely come. He looked at his watch uneasily and saw that the time had come. The agreed time was ten o'clock, and now it was

It's five minutes past ten o'clock. Maybe it's almost there! Just wait and see, he said to himself.

The sun shone into the woods, making them look mottled. Time passed by minute by second. At this moment, the old man sitting by the lake suddenly stood up slowly and walked towards the lake.

At this moment, Preskin suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart. The old man might have a problem, but he couldn't tell where the problem was. Just when he was still thinking, suddenly there was a splash of water on the lake.

Then there was a "pop" sound.

"Damn it, that old man fell into the water!" Preskin cursed secretly, and suddenly his body moved. He moved very fast. He reached the lakeside in an instant, and then he jumped in and jumped to the lake.

In the water, he dived towards the place where the old man fell into the lake.

But he didn't see anything. He suddenly popped his head out of the lake, looked around, and saw the old man on the shore looking at Preskin with a smile, and asked loudly: "Hey, man,

Do you usually swim with clothes on? Haha... You are the first fool I see today!"

"Oh my god!" Preskin cursed, and then asked loudly: "Didn't you fall?"

"Of course, although I am old, I am not old and stupid. I have not lived enough. How could I fall? But you...is there anything you can't think about? Did you lose the woman's property? Or was someone poked in your ass?

Haha!" The old man's obviously gloating tone made Preskin feel so aggrieved that he wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Okay, okay, this is all my fault!" Preskin swam up from the water, then squeezed the water from his body, and walked towards the woods. He just walked to

When I was sitting on the chair, I found a little boy of three or four years old crying next to the chair.

"What's wrong with you?" Preskin glanced at the little boy and couldn't help asking.

"My mother is missing, and I don't know how to get home!" The little boy wiped his tears, and then looked at Pleskin pitifully, "Can you help me find my mother?"

Preskin frowned, then looked at his watch. Almost fifteen minutes had passed. He looked at the little boy and said, "Wait a minute, I'll make a call!" He took out his cell phone.

.

"Hello, this is Fan Zhen's phone number!" A woman's voice came from over there.

"Sorry, I'm Shia Preskin. I have an appointment with Mr. Zhen. Is Mr. Zhen leaving now?"

"Yes, he has already set off and will arrive in ten minutes!" said the woman's voice over there.

"Okay, thank you!" Preskin looked at the little boy, then at his watch, and then squatted down. The clothes on his body were already dry. This was because he used his special ability. He didn't want to

Meeting Zhen Fan was so wet.

"Let's... wait for another ten minutes. In ten minutes, we will go to the police station together. They will help you find your mother, okay?" Preskin said to the little boy.

"No, no... I want to find my mother now!" The little boy stopped kicking and stared at Preskin with dissatisfaction, "I will go find my mother by myself. You are a bad person!" he said and pushed.

Take Preskin and go straight ahead.

Preskin watched the little boy running past him and running towards the front. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and then said loudly to the little boy: "Hey, little guy, let me take you there!" As he said,

He chased after him, then held the little boy's hand, "I'll take you to the police station!"

"I don't want to see the police, can you help me find my mother?" The little boy looked at Preskin.

"Okay, I'll try my best, can you tell me where you live? What's your mother's name?" Preskin knelt down, looked at the little boy and smiled, "Also, little guy, can you tell me,

What’s your name?”

"I don't know what my mother's name is, but she often calls me Bruce, so... you can call me Bruce too." The little boy looked at Preskin with a smile, "You are a good person!"

"What did you say?" Preskin looked at the little boy dumbfounded. He didn't expect that he would receive such a comment from this little boy. In the past, he was a murderous guy. He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He stood up, then squatted down, looked at the little boy and said:

"Maybe, maybe I'm a good person. Okay, Mr. Bruce, let's go find your mother now and tell me where you lost your mother?" Preskin stood up with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly looked at Preskin's back, with an expression of joy on his face, and shouted loudly: "Mom, Mom, I'm here!"

Preskin was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, but saw nothing. When he turned around again, he was stunned. There was no one in front of him. The little boy was gone, and he thought he had never been there.

The same thing happened before. There was only a slight "swishing" sound from the leaves when the wind blew in the woods. (To be continued...)