I called Zhao's house again in the evening. People from their family seemed to be there only at night. The person who answered the phone was also a young man named Zhao. I asked bluntly: "Have you arrested my second brother?"

?”

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and sneered: "He disappeared? He deserved it." Then he hung up the phone. Listening to this tone, it seemed that he didn't make a move against Sun Er, but maybe he did, just to get in the way.

Since I am now Old Man Yu, why don’t you admit it?

What should I do?

Really run to the United States?

What can these two days of news prove?

After thinking about it, I edited two messages in the draft box, saying: How to save you? Then click save. If Sun Er goes online again, he will definitely see what I saved in the draft box.

I estimate that the network where he is is on a local area, probably a private network, and the email cannot be sent to where I am now, so he came up with this method of saving drafts.

I kept waiting, but there was no new information until 12 o'clock in the evening, the same pinyin: meiguodaishangyangboshikuai

I spelled it out, and what I wrote was: America, bring Dr. Yang, quickly.

Did he really go to the United States?

Did he use my ID card to apply for a visa? Why is he going to the United States? What does it mean to ask me to bring Dr. Yang with me? Looking at his current situation, he left a very hasty message, as if someone was monitoring him. How did he reply?

What happened? Whose people were he caught by?

I couldn’t think clearly, but thinking that he told me to be careful about people named Zhao, I knew that going to the United States must not be known to people named Zhao. I immediately went to the Internet to check my ID card, but the strange thing was that my ID card

He did not apply for a visa to the United States, so how did Sun Er go to the United States?

I immediately thought of the word smuggling. These days, it is not easy to smuggle people to the United States unless there is a big force, such as legal private boats or private helicopters, which are indispensable equipment.

Was Sun Er kidnapped and taken to the United States?

Darling, I don’t remember ever provoking an American.

Now that things have come to an end, I have no choice but to go. I immediately called Mr. Yu and explained the situation. Mr. Yu quickly got me a new ID card and a visa to the United States. I gave Dr. Yang

She made a phone call and explained Sun Er's request bluntly. She looked surprised after hearing it, but she agreed without hesitation and said: "Since he asked me to go by name, he must need some help. Let's do it now."

It's on a boat, I can't just sit back and watch, when will we set off?"

I said, "I'm flying the day after tomorrow." There is no direct flight from Tianjin to the United States, so I rushed to Beijing the next day. On the third day, Dr. Yang and I met, but we couldn't buy the same flight. We made an appointment in San Francisco.

Meet at the airport.

What followed was an eighteen-hour flight. I only told Brother Wang about this trip. There was no one to take care of my uncle. I didn’t feel comfortable asking him to take care of me. So Brother Wang arrived in Tianjin and showed me the shop.

Take care of uncle.

It was my first time to go abroad, and my mind was full of messy things. I bought a translation dictionary. When I got off the plane, I looked at the time. Dr. Yang’s flight would arrive tomorrow morning, and the United States now is

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I decided to find a nearby hotel to stay.

The people who got off the plane on this flight were all Chinese. It seemed that they felt the friendship of fellow countrymen only after arriving in a foreign country. Those who got closer started chatting with each other. I couldn't find a clue and I didn't know where there was a hotel. At this moment, a

The tall young man passed me by. When he came to me, he probably saw that I was standing there alone, so he kindly asked: "Can I help you?"

"Looking for a hotel, I don't understand English, and there doesn't seem to be any signs nearby."

The young man was about 1.83 meters tall. He stared down at the translation dictionary in my hand, spread his hands, and said: "How dare you come alone if you don't understand English? If you are looking for a hotel near the airport, that won't work."

, because they are all booked, there may be no vacancies.”

I asked suspiciously: "How do you know?"

"Because I was the last one to book, if you want to find a place to stay, you have to leave and go further away."

I was a little frustrated and was about to call Dr. Yang and tell him to change the agreed location and we would meet directly in Austin. But at this time, the young man said: "You can spend one night with me, but only if you need to pay the rent."

I am quite wary. Although we are all Chinese, I felt that this person was a bit too kind, so I refused directly. As if the young man did not hear what I said, he suddenly grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards him.

Pulling forward, his voice changed, and he said coldly: "Let's go."

Something didn't feel right when I heard it. This voice sounded familiar, etc...

I asked: "Boss Chen?"

He glanced at me and didn't deny it.

Damn it.

I looked at his face carefully, trying to find traces of the human skin mask, but the mask seemed extremely delicate and there were no clues at all. If it weren't for the voice and the tough actions, I almost doubted whether I was hallucinating.

It wasn't until I entered the hotel and there was no one else around that I said, "Chen Mo, why are you here?"

He did not deny it. He glanced at me and said slowly: "Coincidence."

Coincidence? I said: "Are you going to lie to ghosts about this? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" Ghost Chen tilted his head, crossed his hands across his chest, and said coldly: "If I don't leave, why are you waiting to send Zhao Xin

Come to the door?"

I said, "Did you know that Xin Zhao's people were outside?" He didn't answer, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a thin line, which was regarded as acquiescence.

I immediately became angry, grabbed his collar and said, "Do you know that we almost died at his hands? You knew there were people waiting outside, why didn't you tell us? We could take a detour and avoid them.

!”

Ghost Chen stared at my hand and said coldly: "Let go."

"Don't let go."

"I don't want to do it a second time."

I looked at his cold gaze, which was so cold that it seemed as if he would cut off my hand with a knife in the next second. So I gave up, let go of my hand, patted the collar twice, and said:

"I was just kidding. I missed you after not seeing you for half a year, haha." I am really worthless.

Ghost Chen didn't speak again, but I knew that his so-called coincidence was definitely false. I couldn't help but wonder, could Ghost Chen be following me?

That night, I couldn't get any news out of him. Early the next morning, he had no plans to check out and kept sleeping with his head covered. I looked at my watch and saw that Dr. Yang was due to arrive, so I went to the airport to pick him up.

After we met, I took Dr. Yang to the hotel and prepared to pack my bags and leave. I did not tell anyone about the ghost Chen, so Dr. Yang saw that I was with a stranger, so he asked: "Your friend?"

"That's right. We just met and there was no room in the hotel, so we shared a room."

When we left, Ghost Chen was still sleeping with his head covered. I was a little puzzled, so I pushed Dr. Yang away, got him out of the quilt, and asked: "What on earth did you come to this place for?"

He said in a daze, "It has nothing to do with you." In this case, I didn't feel warm and cold, and was about to leave. Ghost Chen's cell phone suddenly rang. In my impression, he rarely uses his cell phone.

After answering the phone, he only said one word "um" and started talking.

We started to wash up and seemed to be ready to leave. After a while, the three of us left the hotel. At this time, a black car stopped next to us. The driver was a thin man with two-parted hair. He looked a little funny.

: "Mr. Chen, you can get in the car."

Are you here to pick up Ghost Chen?

The man opened the car door, and the ghost Chen got in. Dr. Yang asked curiously: "His surname is Chen too?"

At this time, Ghost Chen suddenly gestured to the two of us, clearly asking us to go up. Of course I would not refuse, because until I knew Ghost Chen’s purpose, I always felt like I was being plotted, so I took Dr. Yang with me.

After getting in the car, I didn’t hide the identity of Ghost Chen. The car drove for a long time. Everything around me was in English. The European architectural style and modern high-rise buildings were intertwined together, giving people a heavy feeling. The greening here was well done.

It's not good, the sky is a little hazy.

After a long time, Chinese signs gradually began to appear, and I saw three words, Chinatown.

San Francisco's Chinatown.

After a while, I got off the car and started walking. I stopped in front of an antique shop. In front of the shop, there were two wooden pillars painted with black paint. There were couplets on the pillars that read:

Relieve the suffering and pain of the world

Bless all people with happiness and peace

Damn, what a loud tone.

There are three words written on the plaque on the shop: "View of Living People".

This is a medicine shop, but I rarely see that medicine shops are named with the word "guan". Generally, only Gongyu Taoist temples use this word. Most medicine shops use words such as "tang" and "zhai".

The waiter led us in. The drug store was very large, with neatly arranged medicine cabinets. The names of the medicines on the cabinets were all written in hand-made calligraphy. In front of the medicine cabinet, several people were wearing snow-white short coats and black cloth shoes.

The waiters with their hair tied up in buns and wooden hairpins all looked calm and were very skilled in grabbing and wrapping medicine. They were obviously very familiar with it.

Everything here is antique, even in China, there is no such antique medicine hall, and the buns on the heads of these people remind me of one word: Taoist priest.
Chapter completed!