Chapter 168 I Am a Talker

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"Shit, what the hell is going on?" Dean took a few steps back in a panic, took out a handkerchief and wiped the mucus splashed on his face, "Call the police, call the police! Damn it, don't move, he committed suicide, It has nothing to do with us!"

Just as his subordinates were about to make a call, they heard the whistling of a police car. Dean quickly asked his subordinates to put away their guns, walked around Urban's body, and walked towards Sergeant Coens, who was getting off the police car. .

"Oh, oh, oh, Sheriff Coens, welcome!" Dean went up to him, reaching out to shake hands with Sheriff Coens, but Coens went straight around him and walked up to Urban, who was lying on the ground, squatting Looked on the ground.

"You killed him?"

"No, God testifies, he killed himself, it has nothing to do with me!" Dean spread his hands, "Look, he drove in with his car, maybe he wanted to kill me, or he wanted to commit suicide here to show His courage!"

"Come here, buddy, let the medical examiner come here!" Sergeant Coens walked up to Dean and whispered to him, "It's not easy for him to kill himself? You have a lot of people, hold his hand, and then buckle his hand." Pull the trigger, anyone can do this kind of suicide illusion, you know what I'm talking about?"

"Please believe me, I swear on my grandfather's name, he committed suicide!" Dean seemed to recall Urban's behavior before committing suicide, feeling nauseated and cold in his heart, "If I need to cooperate, I will be very happy! "

"Okay, I just want to talk to you, come here, let's find a quiet place!" Sergeant Coster walked straight into his living room, "Do you have any good place to talk to me?"

"The study, this way!" Dean hurriedly led Sergeant Coster to the study on the left. A maid brought the coffee tremblingly, and Dean personally brought the coffee to Sergeant Coster.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Dean forced a smile, "It's my pleasure."

"You said that Urban drove to you and killed himself in front of you!" Kerns looked at Dean and smiled, "Do you know why? Mr. Dean."

"Why?" Dean spread his hands faintly feeling a little uneasy, "I was thinking about this question too, but why? He has already escaped from Temecula, so he can find a place to hide and come out after the limelight passes. Is it just to show courage in front of me? I think I'm probably crazy to do this!"

"Yes, Urban didn't want to do it, but he did it anyway!" Sergeant Coens looked at Dean and took a sip of his coffee, "Someone wants to see you, at 7:30 tomorrow night at the sixth The coffee shop down the block."

"Who? Why do I want to see him?" Dean shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "I know you have many ways to trouble me, but... you have to tell me who you want to see, otherwise I can still refuse you!"

"I'm just talking!" Sheriff Cohens put down his coffee cup and stood up, "I won't trouble you, don't worry, I'm just talking, that's it!"

Sergeant Kerns walked to the door of the study, turned around suddenly, and didn't look back at Dean.

"You must still be confused why Urban drove his own car into your steps,

Why kill yourself with your own pistol in front of you, eh? Does anyone know the answer and want to hear it? "

"If you want to say something, I won't object!" Di Qiang spread his hands indifferently.

"You'll find out tomorrow, as long as you go to that cafe, someone will give you the answer!" Sergeant Coens opened the door, "I hope you can be on time, Dean, this is my piece of advice! Look at er We will know what will happen to Ben!"

With a soft "click!", the door closed softly. The lights of the police cars outside were still flashing, and some police cars had already begun to retreat. Urban's body was wrapped in a body bag and was being carried to the hospital. car.

After the police cars had left, looking at the place where Urban committed suicide just now, the floor still stained with dark red blood, Dean suddenly felt chills all over his body, as if something was staring at him all the time.

Everything today seems to have been planned. I originally wanted to watch the fire fight from a distance, and reap the benefits of the fisherman, but I didn't expect that all the plans were controlled by an invisible hand. Even Sheriff Kerns seemed to be a member of this control .

Thinking of this, Dean no longer had the sense of accomplishment and excitement of the Temecula gang. It's a conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy.

"Well, now that I've been found, I have to go and see who you are!"

Dean looked at the ball of blood, and slowly clenched his teeth tightly, making a rubbing sound.

"Beep beep!"

The phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa vibrated and made a beeping sound. Zhen Fan opened his eyes slightly. He was reading a book just now and fell asleep. He stretched out his hand lazily and picked up the phone.

"Doctor Zhen, everything has been arranged. I have notified Dean that we will meet at the cafe in the sixth street tomorrow night. I think if he is not an idiot, he will go to the appointment."

Sheriff Coens' voice came over the phone.

"Very well, thank you, Kerns!"

Zhen Fan lightly pressed the hang-up button, then stretched out comfortably. He will meet Dean tomorrow. If he is smart enough, he should not reject him.

It seemed that the matter was basically settled. Zhen Fan put the book aside and walked into the room. In the room, a faint figure was standing by the window, as if it would be scattered by the wind.

"You did a good job!" Zhen Fan sat on the sofa in the room and looked at the shadow, "Do you know why I asked you to do this?"

Shadow shook his head.

"When you felt that you were possessed by Er itself, and then raised your gun to commit suicide, is there something very powerful that is constantly growing yourself and strengthening your soul?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhen!" Shadow nodded, and finally spoke, "Does this mean that I will still have such an opportunity?"

"Do you have such a passion?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhen, a very wonderful feeling, not only from being physically strong, but also from a kind of inner joy, so... If there is another chance like this, let me do it!"

"There will be a chance, stay in Yu Peili well, when you show it." Zhen Fan closed his eyes, made seals with his hands, and the shadow in front of the window gradually faded, became transparent, and finally disappeared completely.

"This guy exists just to kill. But is it right or wrong? For him?" Zhen Fan shook his head, no longer entangled in this issue, as long as there is a trace of uncontrollable phenomenon in Stott's soul , I don't mind letting his soul fly away and completely disappear in this world.

Early the next morning, when Zhen Fan was going out, Christine called and asked about going to China, and then proudly showed off in front of Zhen Fan.

"I have checked a lot of information. We can use this vacation to visit many places. The Great Wall, the Summer Palace, Suzhou, Yunnan and Tibet. I like Tibet. The scenery there is so beautiful. We can go there together Riding a horse, you can also go to Tianchi Mountain to see monsters!"

"Tianchi Mountain is not in Tibet, Christine!" Zhen Fan really didn't know the travel information she got from **, so he had to patiently explain to her, "And for more than ten days, after we go out to celebrate the New Year and visit friends, we can't go there. There are many places, the Great Wall is fine, and the Summer Palace can also be seen, but other places are fine.”

"Why?" Christine obviously couldn't understand. She even made a plan. Although this plan didn't consider the time issue, she believed that this was a completely achievable task.

"Because we don't have time!" Zhen Fan emphasized again, and then hung up the phone.

"Kristen?" Annie seemed to have a sense of smell, and guessed that it was Christine's call, and smiled at Zhen Fan, "It seems that you are in trouble!"

"Yes, she is a big trouble!" Zhen Fan nodded helplessly, "She will go to China with me to celebrate the Spring Festival, and I have to make major changes to my plan. Now... this trip to China has changed. It became an adventure!"

"I love adventures like this!" Annie smiled. "I'm sure you do too. The furthest I can remember traveling was in Yosemite National Park. It's probably a bad memory. Ever since I had Claire, I I seldom travel far, which may be the reason why Thomas wants to leave!"

"I'm sorry!" Zhen Fan apologized.

"It's nothing, I'm just envious!" Annie said while looking at Zhen Fan, "Are we going to walk to the clinic?"

It was only then that Zhen Fan remembered that his car hadn't been driven out.

Time passed quickly, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon when I returned home from the clinic. According to Annie's arrangement, because of Zhen Fan's trip to China, she made adjustments to some patients who made appointments. There are twenty people, and the time to get off work is a bit late.

The lights in the cafe are rather dim, which makes people have a warmer atmosphere. Dean sat on the chair restlessly, stirring the coffee in the coffee cup from time to time, and looking around from time to time. On the table behind him, there were also several burly men who were bodyguards pretending to be customer Dean.

In the dark place outside the cafe, there are still some figures walking around from time to time. For this meeting, Dean can be said to go to war, because as long as he thinks of Urban who committed suicide with a gun, and the mucus and blood he splashed on his face, he can't stop his nausea and fear.

Dean checked his watch again, then looked out the window.

"Excuse me, is this table waiting for someone?" Suddenly there was a voice, which made Dean wake up suddenly, then raised his head, and saw a smiling, gentle young man opposite, with black hair and yellow skin, It looks like a Chinese, and it feels a little familiar.

"Fan? Zhen!" The young man stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Sebastian? Mr. Dean." As the young man said, he sat down across from Dean's table.

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