American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 45 Chapter 45

On the train to Los Angeles.

Ron put the suitcase on the luggage rack.

Sitting in his seat, he curiously flipped through the magazines on the table.

Just find an article and read it.

In the aisle, a graceful figure suddenly bumped into Ron's arm.

"Ok?"

He looked up in doubt.

"Sorry to disturb your reading."

I saw an extremely familiar face from the previous life appearing in front of my eyes. The woman was wearing black high heels, blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black Buddhist bead bracelet on her wrist. She was tall and enchanting.

Sprained your ankle?
Ron looked at the painfully familiar face.

Think about this seemingly accidental, but in fact inevitable encounter plot.

Countless thoughts flashed through him, and he realized that the woman might have done it on purpose.

This woman wanted to pretend to meet her by chance, so as to get close to herself.

"What does she want? For what purpose?"

Ron froze for a moment, and quickly realized.

"Are you OK?"

The big-mouthed beauty smiled apologetically at Ron.

Then she looked at her high-heeled shoes, and saw that one of the heels of the high-heeled shoes had fallen off.

Things suddenly became obvious.

It turned out that the beautiful woman sprained her ankle just now, and she lost control of her body and hit him.

"It should be fine."

The beautiful woman with a big mouth showed pain on her face, and looked at her ankle with a headache.

"Did you sprain your ankle? Sit down and I'll take a look for you. Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Ron, an unknown doctor."

Ron blinked, and pointed to the opposite seat enthusiastically.

"My name is Fox, but, is this appropriate?" Fox asked a little late.

Ron thought that the other party was worried that there were reservations for the empty seats.

"Relax, there are very few passengers on this train to Los Angeles."

"No, I mean don't bother you?"

"Of course not, the doctors are benevolent, do you know how painful it will be for us doctors to see others injured but not be able to heal them?!"

"Ah, will it still hurt? Then you are such a good doctor."

Fox looked at Ron admiringly.

"I can't be called a good doctor, I just try to do my best. It must be painful, so don't stand up, come on, sit down first, I'll help you take a good look, you have to believe in my professionalism!"

Speaking of Ron standing up, he was about to help Fox sit opposite him.

Fox was a little embarrassed, his cheeks flushed a little.

However, Ron was so enthusiastic that he had already wrapped his arms around her waist.

After Fox sat down.

Ron squatted down, took off his shoes, and held Fox's feet in his arms.

Fox's feet are white and smooth, with small and shiny toes, and painted with light fan nail polish. They are really a pair of beautiful feet. The legs are also well-shaped, white and thin.

As soon as Fox sat down, she found that her feet had reached Ron's arms at some point, and then her whole body became stiff.

"I feel better and should be fine."

Speaking of Fox, he instinctively wanted to pull his foot out of Ron's arms.

How could Ron do what she wanted.

It was hard to catch a beautiful foot.

No, it was hard to cosplay a doctor once.

He hasn't acted enough.

Anyway, the addiction must be enough.

"Don't shy away from medical treatment. You just sprained your foot and slipped. Does it hurt a little? In my opinion, [-]% of the muscles and motor nerves are injured. If you don't treat it in time, it may cause central nervous system disorder or even necrosis. Eventually lead to hemiplegia, Even the lower body is paralyzed. Let me tell you directly, your current condition is very dangerous and you must be treated immediately."

Fox was annoyed, and wanted to show the woman's weak side, so as to lower Ron's vigilance.

Things went well halfway, Ron's vigilance was lowered, but his lustful heart was raised.

"It's not that serious, is it? I just sprained my ankle."

Ron stared at Fox, angrily said: "Don't pay attention, do you not pay attention? One day you will regret it."

"It's not that I don't pay attention, it's that I feel much better."

"Illusion, it must be an illusion. I studied orthopedics for 7 years in college, and I have deep research in this area. Give me your feet and keep them back to their original condition.

As he spoke, Ron rubbed it vigorously a few times.

Fox had goosebumps.

This shameless guy took the opportunity to touch her feet, damn it!
She wished she could kick Ron away.

But she knew that Ron was not an ordinary person, but powerful.

The two masters in the Mutual Aid Association have both fallen, and they can't have a frontal conflict if they can't.

"No, I really feel better."

"Hey, you can just give up the treatment. One day, because of the hidden injury, you can only spend the rest of your life lying in the hospital bed, with insomnia all night long, only to regret today's decision."

Ron let go of Fox's foot and shook his head helplessly.

Fox was very speechless, making it seem like what you said was true.

"It's not that serious, you see, I can act normally."

As he spoke, Fox moved his ankle, indicating that he was absolutely fine.

"It's all an illusion."

Ron was still convinced that Fox was sick, that's why he was so persistent.

Fox doesn't want to dwell on the subject anymore.

She asked curiously, "Are you going to Los Angeles too?"

Ron didn't disagree, but looked at Fox's beautiful white feet with regret.

"No, you really don't want me to show you your ankle. I still think you can save it."

"Need not!"

Fox's face darkened.

This guy firmly believes that he is sick, right?

"Hey, you will definitely regret it if you don't listen to professional advice."

Ron shook his head, regretful.

Fox was made a little guilty by Ron's operation. Could it be that he was really sick.

But I was obviously pretending just now.

Yes, I am not sick.

You must be firm on this point!

“The scenery is beautiful!”

Fox looked at the scenery outside the window and sighed emotionally.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the tower-shaped trees flashed outside the car window, stretching as far as the eye can see, it is magnificent.

"First time in Los Angeles?"

Ron looked at Fox.

"Yes!"

"If you want to visit Los Angeles, call me."

Speaking Ron handed out his business card.

"Thank you!"

Fox took Ron's business card.

At this moment, suddenly there was a loud noise in the carriage.

Ron's sharp hearing allowed him to hear screams and cries for help.

what is this?
Ron stood up, frowned and looked deep into the train aisle, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"what happened?"

Fox looked at Ron suspiciously.

Ron looked at Fox.

Fox looked so puzzled, he didn't see anything else.

He was a little suspicious of Fox, so he didn't tell her what he had found.

So he said, "I'll go to the bathroom."

With that said, Ron left his seat.

Ron walked down the rickety aisle.

Someone in the seat was reading a newspaper; someone was playing with a mobile phone; someone was dozing off with their hands folded on their chests; someone was looking at Ron curiously.

As Ron got closer, the voice became clearer.

After three cars, Ron finally found the car where the sound came from.

Everything in the carriage was as usual.

Ron's right hand slowly reached for the gun in his coat pocket.

His appearance attracted the attention of some passengers, but more passengers were still doing their own things.

Ron walked to the middle of the car, and then he saw a blond young man watching the video.

The laptop was placed on his lap, and a scene of a group of zombies biting people was playing on the computer screen.

The screams and screams were played from the computer.

"what's up?"

Seeing Ron looking at the computer screen, the blond young man asked curiously.

Ron glanced at the blond youth. There was a young and beautiful girl sitting next to him, and two handsome middle-aged men sat opposite him.

There were also three men sitting on the other side.

"It's okay, you continue to watch."

Ron nodded, then turned and left.

The moment he turned around, the man who was dozing on the seat suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes became blood red, his nails became long and sharp, and fangs grew out of his mouth, rushing towards Ron's back.

(End of this chapter)