Chapter 16 Psychic?

"Help--"

Sarah wanted to yell, but the thick water vapor had wrapped her tightly, making her breathless, as if something was tightly strangling her throat, and the sticky stuff gradually came out of her mouth Pour it in.

Her face was flushed, and the lake water seemed to have an attraction, which attracted her to rush in. Only after she jumped in, could the suffocating water vapor dissipate from her body.

"No--"

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

But she can't help it.

"Zhen—"

Just as Sarah was about to step into the lake, she let out a gurgle from her throat.

There was a dull sound of "hum!", as if a basin of water was pouring down from the head.

"Sarah—"

A vague figure was swaying in front of her, and she felt that someone was supporting her, and she kept calling her name, which was very familiar and kind.

"Sarah—"

Sarah shook her head suddenly, the buzzing sound in her ears seemed to be thrown away suddenly, and the viscous lake water seemed to evaporate from her body.

"Sarah—"

The voice exploded in her ears, it was Zhen Fan calling her name.

"Damn it, I heard it!"

Sarah struggled to stand still, 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 was panting, and slowly walked to the side of the parked car with Zhen Fan.

"What did you see?"

Zhen Fan looked at Sarah, who was like a drowned chicken, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and under the moonlight, he looked a little gloating.

"Yes, I saw it, it's unbelievable!" Sarah was terrified, and then looked at Zhen Fan incredulously, "You already knew that, didn't you? What the fuck is this? I was almost killed by her!"

"Do you believe that people have souls after death?"

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

"Just based on what I just saw?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"Well, I...for the time being, I can believe that this is..." Sarah raised her hand, "Are you really a psychic?"

"Psychic? Well, you Americans might say that, but in China it's called another way—Taoist, I'm a Taoist!"

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 problem!" Said while looking up and down Sarah's naked body.

"Just go back like this?"

Sarah was a little reconciled.

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

Sarah got into the car resentfully, started the car, kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out. Sarah said nothing more along the way.

"Unwilling?"

Zhen Fan looked at this drenched woman who kept her face cold and silent.

Sarah gave him a cold look.

Zhen Fan smiled and didn't take it seriously at all, as if he was talking to himself: "It would be great if I could get a search warrant. I believe that there will be something good in that coffee shop owner's home!"

"What?"

Sarah finally responded.

"Shall I repeat that?"

"I heard it clearly!"

Sarah smiled suddenly, then accelerated suddenly, a brisk smile appeared on her face, and she arrived at Zhen Fan's house in a short time.

"If you want to take a bath in my house, I have no problem, but I must tell you that there are no women's clothes 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 in surprise at the flushed woman who looked like a runaway Bugs Bunny.

"You are just a sex maniac, don't you just want me to wear clothes? Are you so shameless? God, God knows what you looked like when you peeked at me just now!" Sarah was really crazy.

Zhen Fan was stunned by her scolding.

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

Zhen Fan spoke seriously.

"Pfft!"

Sarah didn't hold back, and sprayed on the front windshield, spit flying all over the place.

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

"Zhen, how did you do it?"

Sarah is still struggling with what just happened.

"It's actually very simple, but I told you, can you understand?" Zhen Fan was busy, and answered her without turning his head, holding back her next words.

"So...you asked me to search his residence...because his wife's death was related to him? His wife died of a cerebral hemorrhage, which has nothing to do with him!"

"A woman in her thirties, how likely is she to die from cerebral hemorrhage?"

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

"There is no good reason!"

Kind of makes sense, as Sarah said, not a good reason.

"That's why you are asked to search his residence, especially the woman's belongings, maybe there will be new discoveries."

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

Sarah was a little annoyed. It was obvious that there was a problem, but there was no direct evidence, and everything was based on speculation, which was not conducive to applying for a search warrant.

"Don't think about it so much, drink a cup of hot milk tea, and then have a good night's sleep, tomorrow you will be able to solve it!" Zhen Fan yawned, turned around and walked towards the room, "You know the guest room, it's in my room. On the other side, if you need anything..."

"No need for anything!"

Sarah watched Zhen Fan walk into the bedroom indignantly, snorted angrily, took a few sips of milk tea, and her heart immediately warmed up.

When I woke up the next day, I saw that my clothes had been ironed neatly 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 in it.

"Zhen—"

Sarah called a few times, but no one answered. She walked to the center of the living room and looked towards the kitchen. There were only milk, bread, vegetable salad, and knives and forks on the table in the dining room!

Typical american mediocre breakfast.

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

Early in the morning, in Christine's villa.

"Beep beep beep..."

The busy tone from the cell phone drove Ocal crazy, damn psychic, damn liar, three hundred thousand dollars is gone, you can't call the police yet, or it will be a scandal if it breaks out.

"Forget it! Stop hitting!"

Christine's eyelids were lowered, and she didn't have the heart to find out whether De Niro was a liar now. Her mental state was very poor, her entire face was extremely thin, and her eyes were completely dull.

"I'm sorry!" Ocal spread his hands, looking helpless, and Christine's state really worried him. The loss of three hundred thousand dollars is not unaffordable. The key is that this incident put pressure on Ocal, making her overthrow the psychic and those psychics who used to believe in it.

"Wait for tomorrow, if there is no news tomorrow, call the police!"

"But... this will make those reporters think about it..." Okal's hesitation was justified.

"Call the police!"

Christine frowned, and then went upstairs without looking back. She changed into a sportswear and came out with a tank top and shorts, which made her look a little more energetic.

"Are you going out today? Are you okay?" Ocal looked at her worriedly, and she dared not speak more because of that liar.

"It's okay, I'll come back after jogging for a while, it will make me feel better!" Christine insisted, and then ran out slowly.

The air by the river was sober, and Christine took a deep breath, as if trying to shake off all fear and fatigue.

"Hi, Christine!"

There was a voice of greeting from the opposite side, and Christine looked over and saw a face full of smiles.

"Hi, hello, Zhen!"

Kristen put a little smile on her face.

"Oh, Christine, your complexion is not very good!" Zhen Fan stopped in front of her, and did not run over as usual.

Christine also stopped, and after hearing Zhen Fan's words, her face darkened immediately.

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

"Ah—" Christine was taken aback, and then glared at Zhen Fan, "You... how do you know? Oh, you must be a psychic!"

"Pfft!" Zhen Fan almost spat it out in one mouthful, does this even require a psychic? Everyone knows that you have two dark circles under your eyes, and your listless appearance is just a nightmare of insomnia for many days. This girl is too simple!