Chapter 168: I'm a talker

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"Shit, what's the matter with this TM?" Dean took a few steps back hastily, took out a handkerchief and wiped the mucus splashed on his face, "Call the police, call the police! Damn, don't move, he committed suicide. It has nothing to do with us!"
　　
When his men were about to make a call, they heard the roar of the police car. Dean quickly asked his men to put the gun away, walked around Urban's body, and walked towards Sergeant Kerns who was getting off the police car. .
　　
"Oh, oh, oh, Sergeant Cohens, welcome!" Dean greeted him, reaching out to shake hands with Sergeant Coens, but Coens went straight to him and walked over to Urbans who fell on the ground, squatting. Looked on the ground.
　　
　　 "Did you kill him?"
　　
"No, God testified that he killed himself by himself, which has nothing to do with me!" Dean spread his hands, "Look, he drove in, maybe he wanted to kill me, or he wanted to commit suicide here. His courage!"
　　
"Come here, buddy, let the forensic doctor come over!" Sheriff Cohens walked to Dean and whispered to him, "If it is not easy for him to commit suicide? You are crowded, hold his hand, and then buckle. Pull the trigger. Anyone can do this kind of suicide illusion. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
　　
"Believe me, I swear in my grandfather's name that he committed suicide!" Dean seemed to think of Urban's behavior before committing suicide again, feeling nauseous and cold in his heart, "If I need my cooperation, 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, "Is there any good place for you to talk to me?"
　　
　　 "The study, this way!" Dean hurriedly led Chief Coster to the study on the left hand side. A maid tremblingly brought coffee, and Dean personally brought the coffee to Chief Coster.
　　
　　 "Is there anything I can do for you?" Dean smiled reluctantly, "It's my pleasure."
　　
　　 "You said Urban drove to you and killed himself in front of you!" Cohens looked at Dean and smiled, "Do you know why? Mr. Dean."
　　
"Why?" Dean stretched out his hands faintly feeling a little uneasy. "I was thinking about this question, but why? He has escaped from Temecula, and he can find a place to hide, and wait until the limelight passes. Is it just to show courage in front of me? I think it's crazy to do this!"
　　
"Yes, Urbans didn't want to do this, but he did it anyway!" Sheriff Cohens looked at Dean and took a sip of coffee slowly, "Someone wants to see you, tomorrow night at 7:30 in the sixth. That cafe in the block."
　　
"Who? Why should I see him?" Dean shrugged pretendingly, "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 a talker!" Sheriff Cohens put down his coffee cup and stood up, "I won't trouble you, don't worry, I'm just a talker, that's it!"
　　
　　 Sheriff Cohens walked to the door of the study, suddenly turned around and looked back at Dean.
　　
　　 "You must still be confused now, why would Urban drive his car to hit your steps, why would he use his pistol in front of you to kill himself, right? Anyone knows the answer, would you like to hear it?"
　　
　　 "If you want to say something, I won't object!" Di installed his hands indifferently.
　　
"You will know tomorrow. As long as you go to that cafe, someone will give you the answer!" Sheriff Cohens opened the door, "I hope you can be punctual, Dean, this is my piece of advice! Look at it! The end of Ben will be known!"
　　
There was a soft "click!" The door closed gently. The police cars outside were still flashing with police lights. Some police cars had already begun to retreat. Urban's body was being carried up in a shroud. Car.
　　
　　 Waiting for the police car to leave, looking at the place where Urban committed suicide, Dean suddenly felt cold all over, as if something was staring at him all the time.
　　
　　 All this today seems to have been planned. I originally wanted to watch the fire fighting from the mountain, and then take advantage of the fisherman’s profit, but I didn’t expect all the plots to be controlled by an invisible hand. Even Sergeant Cohens seemed to be one of the members under control. .
　　
　　 Thinking of this, Dean would no longer have the sense of accomplishment and excitement of the Temecula gang. This is a conspiracy, it must be a conspiracy.
　　
　　 "Well, since I found me, I have to go and see who you are!"
　　
　　 Dean looked at the blood, slowly clenching his teeth, making a rubbing sound.
　　
　　 "Beep toot!"
　　
　　 The mobile phone on the coffee table in front of the sofa vibrated and made a beeping sound. Zhen Fan opened his eyes slightly. He was asleep just now reading a book, and he stretched out his hand lazily and picked up the phone.
　　
　　 "Dr. Zhen, everything has been arranged. I informed Dean that I will meet at the cafe on the 6th block tomorrow night. I think if he is not an idiot, he will go to the appointment."
　　
　　 Sergeant Cohens' voice came on the phone.
　　
　　 "Very good, thank you, Koens!"
　　
　　 Zhen Fan gently pressed the on-hook button, then stretched out comfortably. See you tomorrow with Dean. If he is smart enough, he shouldn't refuse him.
　　
　　 It seems that things are basically settled. Zhen Fan put the book aside and walked into the room. In the room, a faint figure of a figure was standing by the window, as if it would disperse when the wind blows.
　　
　　 "It's done very well!" 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 feel possessed by Eunsel himself, and then commit suicide by raising a gun, is there something very powerful that is constantly strengthening yourself and strengthening your soul?"
　　
　　 "Yes, Mr. Zhen!" The shadow nodded, and finally spoke, "This means, will I still have this opportunity?"
　　
　　 "Do you have such a passion?"
　　
　　 "Yes, Mr. Zhen, a very strange feeling, not only from physical strength, but also from a kind of inner pleasure, so...if there is another opportunity like this, let me do it!"
　　
　　 "There will be a chance, stay in Jade Perry, when you show it." Zhen Fan closed his eyes, his hands were sealed, the shadow in front of the window gradually faded, became transparent, and finally disappeared completely.
　　
"This guy simply lives for killing. Is it right or wrong to do this? For him?" Zhen Fan shook his head, no longer entangled with this question, as long as Stott's soul is uncontrollable. , I don't mind letting his soul fly away and completely disappear into this world.
　　
　　 Early the next morning, when Zhen Fan went 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 holiday to visit many places. The Great Wall, the Summer Palace, Suzhou, and Yunnan and X Tibet. I like X Tibet. The scenery there is so beautiful. We can go there together. Horse riding, you can also go to Tianchi Mountain to see monsters!"
　　
"Tianchi Mountain is not in X Tibet, Christine!" Zhen Fan really didn't know her travel information, so she had to patiently explain to her with her surname, "Moreover, after more than ten days, after we went out to celebrate the New Year and visit friends, we couldn't go to many places. The Great Wall is fine, and the Summer Palace can be seen, but the other places are still forgotten."
　　
　　 "Why?" Kristen obviously couldn't understand. She had even made a planning sheet. Although the planning sheet did not 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.
　　
　　 "Christine?" As if she had a sense of smell, Annie guessed that it was Christine's phone number and smiled at Zhen Fan, "It seems you are in trouble!"
　　
"Yes, she's a big trouble!" Zhen Fan nodded helplessly. "She is going to China for the Spring Festival with me. My plan has to be changed significantly. Now...this trip to China has changed. It became an adventure!"
　　
"I like this kind of adventure!" Annie smiled, "I believe you too, the farthest trip I can remember was in Yosemite National Park. This may be a bad memory. Since I have Claire, I I rarely travel far, which may be why Thomas wants to leave!"
　　
　　 "I'm sorry!" Zhen Fan said sorry.
　　
　　 "It's nothing, I'm just envious!" Annie said and looked at Zhen Fan, "Are we going to walk to the clinic?"
　　
　　 Zhen Fan just remembered that his car did not drive out.
　　
Time flies quickly. When I returned home from the clinic, it was already five o’clock in the afternoon~EbookFREE.me~According to Annie’s arrangement, because of Zhen Fan’s trip to China, she made some appointments for patients After the adjustment, there are already 20 people a day, and the time to leave work is also a bit late.
　　
　　 The lights in the cafe are dim, which makes people have a warmer atmosphere. Dean sat on the chair a little uneasy, 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 a few sturdy men who were bodyguards pretending to be customer Dean.
　　
　　 In the dark outside the cafe, there are still some people walking around from time to time. For this meeting, Dean can be said to be fighting, because as long as he thinks of Urban who committed suicide with a gun, thinking of the mucus and blood stains on his face, he can't stop nausea and fear.
　　
　　 Dean looked at his watch again, and then looked outside the window.
　　
"Excuse me, is this table waiting for someone?" Suddenly a voice came, causing Dean to wake up suddenly, then raised his head and saw a smiling, gentle young man with black hair and yellow skin on the opposite side. He looks like a Chinese, and he feels familiar.
　　
　　 "Fan? Zhen!" The young man stretched out his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Sebastian? Mr. Dean." The young man said, and sat down across from Dean's table.
　　
　　
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