The American Scripture

"Yeah, yeah, I have a lot to say today, but it’s not the time. I haven’t stayed here long. If I have time, we can talk about it. If you are interested in Chinese medicine, we can do in-depth discussions. Exchange!" Zhen Fan held Chen Ansheng's hand and patted his shoulder. This article is from 　　

"Ok...Okay, I know, I will visit you!" Chen Ansheng immediately became calm when he heard this. It is obvious that Zhen Fan is giving herself a chance. Now Zhen Fan's reputation in Los Angeles is in public The reputation of the hospital is already in full swing. It is the opportunity to be able to get his personal guidance. This is the opportunity that I dream of. How can I not be excited.

Chen Ansheng nodded again and again. Although the two interns next to him were excited about him, but looking at the two of them, they knew that Zhen Fan would look at him differently, and suddenly became a little jealous, but they were more likely to be jealous. Chen Ansheng felt happy. Such an opportunity is impossible to ask for. After all, Chen Ansheng and Zhen Fan are both Chinese. This is something that the two can't match and cannot demand.

Chen Ansheng didn't have the exaggerated style of the second generation of officials. On the contrary, he seemed to have some rigorous style. He was sincere when speaking with Zhen Fan, and he was also very sincere, which made Zhen Fan look at him high. Not all of the second-generation officials are so low-quality people.

After chatting for a while, he saw Tang Shaoyang coming out in a hurry. When he saw Zhen Fan, he strode over. He stretched out his hand and shook Zhen Fan from afar and said, "I heard you are here, and there happened to be a patient. , Come out late, forgive me!"

"Forgive me for what crime? You did the right thing. As a doctor, you should be like this. I just came to see, there is nothing wrong, let's go!" Zhen Fan did not stop. Although the interns really wanted to see Zhen Fan give them a personal demonstration and talk about acupuncture and moxibustion in Chinese medicine, but Zhen Fan passed by in a hurry, making these interns regretful, but after regretting, they were even more envious. Chen Ansheng, because he can consult with Zhen Fan face to face.

Zhen Fan except for the clinic. Then I drove down the main street of Temecula for a while until I reached the door of the police station and parked the car on the parking lot of the police station. He and Melissa walked into the police station. Several people in the police station knew Zhen Fan and greeted him with a smile. Even if they didn't know him before, now Zhen Fan is almost a celebrity in Los Angeles. So I greeted enthusiastically after watching. And someone specially brought a chair for Zhen Fan.

"Mr. Zhen!" At this time, the door of an office was pushed open, and a uniformed police officer walked out from inside. He looked at Zhen Fan and then waved to him. This person is Sheriff Darnell? Kerns, he greets Zhen Fan into the office.

After Zhen Fan smiled and greeted those familiar people, he walked into the sheriff's office, and Coens stood at the door. After Zhen Fan entered, he pulled the curtains down. Then asked Zhen Fan to sit down and sit opposite Zhen Fan and said, "Mr. Zhen, this matter may be a little troublesome, because we did see a lot of things being turned over, but the other party is an old hand and left no trace. ."

"Nothing?" Zhen Fan held his chin and frowned as he watched Coens.

Koens felt a little apprehensive, and quickly said: "Yes, I promise that what I said is the truth. I checked the nearby cameras, including those in the manor. I checked them all. The clearest picture is a profile of a person. The shadow of, a very faint figure, maybe not a figure..."

"What do you mean?" Zhen Fan stared at Sergeant Koens.

"I mean, no one's shadow can be this light, especially when the infrared light is also captured by the camera, but... this is a bit unscientific..." Sheriff Cohens shook his head. " I can't explain this phenomenon, so...you see what's going on!"

While talking, Cohens took out a folder of files from the file cabinet and took out a few photos from it. The photo was taken with the enlarged camera. It is not very clear after zooming in, but a faint figure can be seen under the street lamp beside it, but the shadow is very light, with a pale color, but from the outline, it is indeed a figure.

Zhen Fan couldn't help frowning while holding these photos. Sheriff Cohens was right. The shadow of a person under a street lamp can't be so light. It's just like a watermark. This is indeed a bit evil. Zhen Fan could tell at a glance that this was the soul of someone nearby.

The Art of Defending Soul? Who has this ability? Zhen Fan couldn't help but frowned, then put down the photo and said, "I'll take care of this matter. You will help me look after the local gang and pass on the words. If there are strangers here near my manor, let They cross-examined."

"This kind of thing, the police do it more honestly!" Chief Cohens said, "Why don't you let me do it myself?"

"No, these things are not so good for the police to come forward. I need to use special methods to extract a confession. So... you'd better not get involved. Are the gangs still in control now?" Zhen Fan asked.

"Yes, it's still in your hands! This is absolutely okay." After the last gang rage, Chief Cohens had already controlled the gang and played with it. Of course, this It is also thanks to Zhen Fan that he can achieve such an achievement.

"Then let the people from the gang do it. If you catch such a person, remember to call me!" Zhen Fan made a call gesture, and then said, "I'm leaving, contact me again!" Go out with your feet.

Koens hurried over to open the door for Zhen Fan, and personally delivered it to the door of the police station. Only then did the two separate farewell. As soon as Chief Cohens entered the police station, he immediately locked himself into the office, then picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Mr. Desebas? Dean, I need to see you, you'd better rush me. Come to the police station, hurry up, yes, come right away!" He hung up the phone after speaking.

Sebastian Dean was the guy who became the biggest gang leader in Temecula in the gang fire more than two years ago, but this guy was scared enough that time and kept a low-key style. Because he didn't want to be the target of Sergeant Cohens, otherwise he wouldn't know how he died. He saw with his own eyes someone splashing brains in front of him. He didn't want to be one of them.

After Dean hung up the phone, he rushed to the police station without saying anything. Although he didn't want to go to the police station, the call of Sergeant Cones forced him to rush over. When he came out of the police station, the entire gangster in Temecula started to act. They monitored some strangers near Zhen Fan's wine estate and people who tried to get close.

Zhen Fan drove to the manor, and then saw Sampson and the old brewer Alfonso Jennings in the office of the factory area. The old man was terrified. He was constantly talking to Sampson. Seeing Zhen Fan coming in, he quickly stood aside, as if a servant had seen his master. The aggressive posture in front of Sampson also quickly converged.

"Mr. Zhen, hello!" Alfonso said to Zhen Fan very humbly, "This time I have to alarm you. Alas, I am really worried that our formula has been stolen. They do everything they want. Extremely. Even I felt evil things spreading nearby, they spied our formula in the dark."

"I see, Alfonso, thank you very much, I am proud of you, but... I want to have a few words with Mr. Sampson now, can I?" Zhen Fan said very politely, but gradually The intention of the guest was so obvious that people couldn't refuse, and Alfonso quickly retreated.

"You are here. I was arguing with Alfonso just now. He said it was an evil soul. This is amazing. I reported this conclusion to the police, but the police were never trustworthy. They Nothing was discovered, my God, even our security team has become as clumsy as the police. I'm sorry, Zhen, this is my problem!" Shanpusen raised his hand above his head and waved weakly. a bit.

"I see, let Lance come over!" Zhen Fan said as he sat down, and then felt the surroundings, and found no possible energy fluctuations.

Lance came soon, he looked a little imposing in a white uniform. After he knocked on the door and came in, he saw Sampson, nodded, then turned to Zhen Fan, and sighed: "You are really here. If you don't come, I don't know what will happen next."

"Are those things?" Zhen Fan said, looking at Lance.

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I saw those things, it's damn, they are very capable, I can't rely on them at all, so... I suggest Mr. Sampson to call you, maybe you have A way, I know you must have a way!" Lance said to Zhen Fan, "What do I need to do?"

"No, you just need to tell me what you find again, and I will take care of the rest." Zhen Fan smiled and patted Lance on the shoulder, then looked at Sampson, "Don't tell I, there is no my office here!"

"Of course there is. It is in the huge office on the top floor. There are panoramic glass windows. You can stand there and see all of your vineyards. Of course, the ones that are blocked do not count." Sampson said of this. Somewhat triumphantly, he looked at Zhen Fan and said, "Do I need to take you there now?"

"Of course, I have something to talk to Lance!" Zhen Fan glanced at Sampson, "Just let your secretary take us there. You can stay here. When I have the arrangements, we will be better. Have a chat."

"Okay!" Sampson stretched out his hand helplessly, then snapped his fingers, then heard the sound of high heels, and then someone knocked on the door, and Sampson casually typed, "Come in!" A **** The young blond woman walked into the office with her waist twisted. (To be continued...) u