Chapter 16: Necromancer?

"Help--"
Sarah wanted to scream, the thick water vapor had already wrapped her tightly, making her breathless, as if something was holding her throat tightly, and the squishy stuff gradually came out of her mouth Pour in.
　　 Her face was flushed, and the lake seemed to have an attraction that attracted her to pounce in. Only when she pounced in, the suffocating water vapor could dissipate from her body.
"Do not--"
　　Sarah is very conscious, and she knows that if she goes on, she will be like the few people drowning in the lake.
　　 But she couldn't help it.
　　 "Zhen"
　　 Just when Sarah was about to step into the lake, she gurgled from her throat.
　　 "Om!" A dull voice, as if a basin of water was pouring down from the head.
　　 "Sarah"
　　 A vague figure swayed in front of her, feeling that someone was holding her up, and she was constantly calling her name, very familiar and kind.
　　 "Sarah"
　　 Sarah shook her head suddenly, and the buzzing sound in her ears suddenly seemed to be thrown away, and the thick lake water seemed to have evaporated from her body.
　　 "Sarah"
　　 The voice rang in my ears, and it was Zhen Fan calling her name.
　　 "Damn, I heard it!"
　　 Sarah struggled to stand still, but she still held Zhen Fan with one hand. Her body was soaked, and her exquisite curve was 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 chicken, with a smile on the corner of her mouth. Under the shining of the moonlight, she looked a little gloating.
　　 "Yes, I saw it, it's unbelievable!" Sarah had a lingering fear, then looked at Zhen Fan incredulously, "You already knew it, didn't you? What is this TMD? I was almost killed by her!"
　　 "Do you believe that people have souls after death?"
　　 Zhen Mortal’s harmless smile made Sarah’s teeth tick.
　　 "Only the one I saw just now?"
　　 "Is it not enough?"
　　 "Well, I...for the time being can believe this is..." Sarah raised her hand, "Are you really a psychic?"
　　 "Psychic? Well, you Americans might say that, but in China it is called a Taoist priest, I am a Taoist priest!"
　　 Zhen Fan spoke seriously, then opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.
　　 "If you want to get drenched and camp by the lake, I have no objection!" As she said, she looked up and down Sarah's naked body.
　　 "Just go back like this?"
　　Sarah was a little unwilling.
　　 "Of course, do you still have to swim naked in the lake?"
　　 Sarah got into the car annoyed, started the car, kicked the accelerator, and the car went out. Sarah said nothing more along the way.
　　 "Not reconciled?"
　　 Zhen Fan looked at this woman who was soaked in her body but kept cold and silent.
　　 Sarah gave him a cold look.
　　 Zhen Fan smiled, indifferent, as if to say to himself: "If only you can apply for a search warrant, I believe there will be something good in the coffee shop owner's house!"
"what?"
　　 Sarah finally reacted.
　　 "Do you want me to repeat it?"
　　 "I heard you clearly!"
　　 Sarah smiled suddenly, and then suddenly accelerated, a very brisk smile appeared on her face, and she arrived at Zhen Fan's door in a short time.
　　 "If you want to take a shower in my house, I'm fine, but what I have to tell you is that there are no women's clothes in my house, which means you have to..."
　　 "Don't even think about it!"
　　 Sarah decisively refused the invitation of this guy.
　　 "What were you thinking about just now?" Zhen Fan looked at the flushed-faced woman in surprise and angrily like a raging Bugs Bunny.
　　 "You are a porno, don't you just want me not to wear clothes? Are you so shameless? God, God knows what your eyes looked like when you peeked at me just now!" Sarah was a little crazy.
　　 Zhen Fan was stunned by her scolding.
　　 "What I want to say is, this means you have to wear my clothes. That's what I mean. If I offend you, I am willing to apologize, sorry, Sarah!"
　　 Zhen Fan said it seriously.
　　 "Puff!"
　　 Sarah didn't hold her back, she sprayed on the front windshield, saliva flying wildly.
　　 The light in the living room is on, and Zhen Fan is busy making milk tea. Sarah was wearing Zhen Fan's shirt, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and the two snow-white thighs under the shirt were faintly hidden under the shirt.
　　 "Zhen, how did you do it?"
　　Sarah is still struggling with what just happened.
　　 "It's actually very simple, but I said it, can you understand it?" Zhen Fan was busy, and answered her without looking back, holding back her words.
　　 "So... you asked me to search his residence... because his wife's death was related to him? His wife died of a brain hemorrhage, and it has nothing to do with him!"
　　 "How likely is a woman in her thirties to die from cerebral hemorrhage?"
　　 Zhen Fan asked back, and then he poured two cups of hot milk tea with the electric kettle, dragged it over with a plate, and placed a cup in front of Sarah.
　　 "The reason is not sufficient!"
　　 There is some truth, as Sarah said, the reason is not sufficient.
　　 "That's why you are required to search his residence, especially the woman's relic. Maybe there will be new discoveries."
　　 "It's a bit difficult to apply for a search warrant alone!"
　　 Sarah was a little upset. It was obvious that there was a problem, but there was no direct evidence. Everything was based on guesswork, which was very detrimental to applying for a search warrant.
"Don't think so much, drink a cup of hot milk tea, and get a good night's sleep, there will be a solution tomorrow!" Zhen Fan yawned, turned and walked towards the room, "The guest room, you know, is in mine Opposite, if you need anything..."
　　 "I don't need anything!"
　　 Sarah watched Zhen Fan walk into the bedroom angrily, couldn't help but snorted, took a few sips of milk tea, and her heart suddenly became warm.
　　 Woke up the next day and saw that his clothes had been ironed in order. They were hung on a 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 yelled a few times, and 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 filled with milk, bread, vegetable salad, and knife and fork!
　　A typical American-style ordinary breakfast.
　　 Zhen Fan has already gone out. He is wearing sports shorts and a vest, running by the river.
　　 Early in the morning, in Christine's villa.
　　 "Deep toot..."
　　 The busy tone from the phone made O'Kal go crazy, psychic, liar, 300,000 dollars is gone, you can't call the police, or it will be a scandal.
　　 "Forget it! Don't fight!"
　　 Christine’s eyes were low and she had no thoughts to track down whether De Niro was a liar or not. Her mental state was very bad, her entire face was thin and her eyes were completely lacklustre.
　　 "I'm sorry!" Ocar spread out his hands, looking helpless, and Christine's state really worried him. Three hundred thousand dollars is not unreasonable to lose, the key is that this incident gave Ocar pressure, let her overthrow previously believed in spiritism and those boastful spiritists.
　　 "Wait for tomorrow, if there is no news tomorrow, call the police!"
　　 "But...this will make those reporters wonder..." Okal's hesitation was justified.
"Call the police!"
　　 Christine frowned ~EbookFREE.me~ and went upstairs without looking back. She changed into a sportswear, tank top and shorts, which made her look a little more energetic.
　　 "Are you going out today? Are you okay?" Okal looked at her worriedly, she didn't dare to speak any more because of the liar.
　　 "It's okay, I'll jog for a while and come back, which 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 to shake off all fear and fatigue.
　　 "Hi, Christine!"
　　 There was a greeting voice from the other side, and Christine looked over and saw a face full of smiles.
　　 "Hi, hello, Zhen!"
　　 Christine makes his face look a little smile.
　　 "Oh, Christine, your face is not so 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, his face suddenly dimmed.
　　 "Let me see..." Zhen Fan looked at her face pretentiously, and nodded, "You have nightmares, but you have not stopped for many days!"
　　 "Ah—" Kristen was taken aback, then stared at Zhen Fan, "You...how did you know? Oh, you must be a psychic!"
　　 "Puff!" Zhen Fan almost squirted out in one mouthful. Is this still psychic? Everyone knows that you have two dark circles under your eyes, and the look of lethargy is a nightmare of insomnia for many days. This girl is too simple!