Chapter 7 Prophecy

Coffee house, a young caucasian woman plays country music on a harp.

Zhen Fan's eyes glanced several times at the beautiful woman who was a bit melancholy. Everyone likes to see beautiful women, especially beautiful and melancholic women.

After the Chinese meal, Sarah generously invited Zhen Fan to the coffee shop.

"I checked the file, you seem to have immigrated here recently, how is it? In this exotic place, do you feel fresh and exciting!"

Sarah did it quite properly. She looked at Zhen Fan solemnly, seemingly chatting, but she didn't show the appearance of chatting at all, as if she was questioning a suspect.

"That woman must have encountered something sad!"

Zhen Fan didn't answer the question.

"Do you need to comfort me? This may be your chance. Pick up women, go to bed, and give up!" Sarah frowned and looked at the woman.

"No, you can feel the sad atmosphere from the sound of the piano!" Zhen Fan also looked serious, "Don't say you can't hear it, I can be sure that this girl must have been abandoned!"

"I can't hear it at all, you are talking nonsense!"

Sarah stared at Zhen Fan dissatisfied. Then he watched in surprise as Zhen Fan snapped his fingers not far away, and a waiter hurried over.

"Ten dollars, buy a rose and give it to her! The rest is your tip!"

"As you wish, my lord sir!"

The waiter kept smiling, feeling refreshed.

"What's wrong?"

Sarah curled her lips, this way of picking up girls is too old-fashioned.

"If I were you, I would go straight to her and ask for her phone number or just buy her a drink!"

"It's a pity that you are not me. If so, you are a vulgar person!"

At the end of the song, the waiter gave the roses to the girl in a timely manner, then pointed towards Zhen Fan, bowed his head and said a few words. The girl was surprised and looked towards Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan waved his hand, in exchange for a slight smile from the girl.

"Do you feel the coolness of the melting iceberg?" Zhen Fan turned his head, looked at Sarah and laughed, "One flower can save the world from one sad person, and it can also reduce one self-defeating and ready-to-suicide person!"

"Nonsense, you think she's going to kill herself?"

"Why not? Don't you understand that I am actually a psychic. Just now I have sensed the girl's soul, depression, pessimism, despair, and lifelessness. This is a comprehensive expression of suicide! We psychics It's generally called a premonition!"

"Psychic? Nonsense. I don't believe in that. If I did, I wouldn't be able to be a policeman, let alone let this affect my handling of the case."

Sarah once again thought that Zhen Fan was talking nonsense.

"Look, the truth is always suspicious, and lies are always loved! According to what we Chinese say, I am actually a Taoist priest. I have a special ability to communicate with human souls!"

The more serious Zhen Fan is, the more Sarah doesn't believe it.

After all, in the murder case just now, he showed strong reasoning and observation skills, and these nonsense were purely for fun!

The two sat for a while.

"I have a good idea...do you want to hear it..."

Sarah seemed hesitant to speak.

"Do not listen!"

It was too straightforward, and Sarah immediately became dissatisfied.

"Okay, or I have a good suggestion for your current situation. You have just immigrated here, and you will definitely not be able to find a job for a while. Why don't you...how about being a consultant in our Special Investigation Bureau?"

"Don't do it!"

"You can't do nothing, can you? You have to work, right?"

Sarah seemed to be trying to convince the stubborn guy.

"Tell you a secret!" Zhen Fan supported the table with his elbows, then leaned over and hooked his fingers towards Sarah.

Sarah stretched out her head too, and their heads were almost joined together.

"Tonight you dreamed of being in bed with me. I have this hunch. To be honest, I really look forward to it. You must know that your figure is really good!"

"puff!"

Sarah spewed out a mouthful of coffee, splashing Zhen Fan's face, which he did not expect.

"Get out, don't let me catch you in the future!"

"Didn't you say that you still want to take me to the door?" Zhen Fan said with a shy face.

"Sorry, there is a case in the police station, this is my share!" Sarah stood up, put four dollars on the table, and drove off angrily.

"Hey, why doesn't talking count?"

Zhen Fan feels that he has played too big. Aren't Americans quite open? Isn't going to bed just as common as drinking coffee that you can just open your mouth?

"Sir, you will have to pay for your drink!"

Zhen Fan quickly put down the four dollars and was about to get up, but found that the waiter took the money and still stood there without moving.

"You still want a double tip?" Zhen Fan looked unhappy.

"But sir, it seems you haven't tipped me yet!"

"Forgot? When I bought roses just now, the rest are tips!"

It seemed that what the man said was right, the waiter's face drooped immediately, watching Zhen Fan walk away, what is this called, so it counts?

Sarah had already driven away, and she had no intention of waiting in the car to see Zhen Fan off, she must have been annoyed by Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan stood on the street and looked around. There were cars coming and going everywhere, and there were many tall buildings. He was a little dumbfounded, and really didn't know where to go.

"Gah!" A taxi stopped.

"Hey, buddy, I knew it was you, I knew it, what are you doing here? I'll take you off, where do you want to go?" A black head stuck out from the cab.

How can I meet this guy anywhere.

"Okay, Kerry, take me home!" Zhen Fan opened the car door and got in.

"Eddie, my name is Eddie, buddy, did you lose the note I gave you? I rarely write notes to tell people my phone number and name!" Eddie seemed very dissatisfied.

"Did you dye your hair? Did you get plastic surgery? What happened to the tape on your nose?"

Zhen Fan noticed that this guy was different today. There was a Band-Aid on his nose. It was obviously injured there, but it seemed to be able to support it.

"Dude, I've been having a really bad couple of days, being fucked by that damn Jim's gang, I used Bruce Lee's fights, but there are too many of them, if it's one on one, I'll definitely Make them look good! Damn, I lost five hundred dollars for this!"

Eddie looked excited.

"You didn't call the police?"

"Stop kidding, man, if I called the police, maybe tomorrow I'd be dead on Lake Osagee, and a whole bunch of cops would surround me and say, look, the goddam nigga's going to smoke Getting into trouble with marijuana, or simply saying that I'm a goddamn alcoholic, I'd be damned if I fell into the river and drowned!"

Eddie babbled.

"You'd better not look at me when you're driving, maybe later there will be two dead bodies lying on the road, and then a large group of policemen will surround the two of us and say, look, damn Asians and Niggers are gay, when Asians stab niggers in the ass, crash the car!" Zhen Fan also started chattering.

"Enough man, I'm not gay, don't expect anything from me, my ass belongs to me, and my girlfriend, you're fucking disgusting!"

Eddie finally couldn't bear it anymore, kicked the accelerator, and the car flew up.

"Dude, I decided to forgive you, although I'm not sure you're gay, but I think I can continue to have you as my friend!"

After walking for a while, Eddie couldn't bear it anymore and started to play tricks.

Zhen Fan finally got disgusted with him, he didn't expect his old illness to relapse so soon, and patted his forehead, but this black guy is really, his temper is too straightforward.

"I have arrived!"

"Gah!"

With a sudden brake, Zhen Fan's forehead almost touched the front seat.

"Eight dollars and fifty cents, give me eight dollars, who told us to talk like this, I'm starting to feel that we're almost a family, I'm missing a brother like you, you know, I used to have a brother, last year Fell into the lake and drowned, damn the strange fish, it dragged my brother into the lake with the fishing rod, and the body was never found!"

Eddie took the money from Zhen Fan.

"What a misfortune!"

"Don't be sad, man, I'm not very happy right now, of course, after I've got Jim and his gang down, it's not easy!"

Eddie said generally, the car had gone a long way with a "whoosh", and I don't know if Zhen Fan heard the part behind, as if he was talking to himself.

As soon as they walked to the lawn, they saw Annie, the neighbor's woman, holding her daughter Claire standing there. Annie looked a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, Claire thought the cake you made was delicious, so..."

Zhen Fan nodded, knelt down, pinched Claire's face, and said with a smile, "It's okay, as long as you like it, I'll make it for you!" He said and opened the door to let the mother and daughter in.

"No, Zhen, let's go back first. If it's done, can you give me a call?"

"certainly!"

"That's good, thank you, Zhen!" Annie said, happily leading Claire, who had a gloomy face, towards her house.

Thomas standing over there waved his hand at Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan also waved back, then opened the door and entered the room.

After resting for a while, I started to make cakes. Then sit in a chair and start drinking tea and reading a book. Then get bored, the cake is just right, call Annie.

"Hello, Mrs. Moore? The cake is ready, do you want me to send it over, or do you take it yourself?"

"Of course we came by ourselves, thank you so much!"

There was a cry of surprise. After a while, a knock on the door was heard.

"Come in, I've put the cake on the table!"

Zhen Fan let Annie and Claire in,

"Okay, now the cake belongs to Claire!" Zhen Fan pinched Claire's cheek. Claire smiled.

"Mom, can I eat at Uncle Zhen's place before going home?" Just as Annie was about to say goodbye to Zhen Fan, Claire suddenly looked up at her.

Annie seemed taken aback, and then her eyes flashed with surprise.

"Of course, baby, you can stay wherever you want, of course you have to ask your Uncle Zhen!" Annie said, looking at Zhen Fan hopefully.