When Zhen Fan returned home, Claire couldn't wait to fly over, and the little guy had more and more smiles on his face, which made Anne and Thomas particularly pleased, and they even hoped that Claire would soak in Zhen Fan's house every day, but this was only for thinking about it, causing trouble to people was not their style.

"Claire!" Zhen Fan screamed, then opened the door and let this little guy get in, she is now self-cooked, and she doesn't need Zhen Fan to say please.

Turn on the TV and curl up on the couch watching cartoons, like a quiet kitten.

"Do you want to eat Chinese food?"

Zhen Fan asked loudly in the kitchen.

"Of course, Uncle Zhen, of course I want to!"

Hearing that there was another Chinese food to eat, Claire swooped down, and then went to the kitchen, looking at Zhen Fan with a blank eye, and the fleshy fingers were biting into her mouth, full of cuteness.

"Okay, baby, you sit and watch TV first, and then I'll call you later!"

"Haode, Uncle Zhen!"

Claire ran back to the living room a little unwillingly, but the temptation of Chinese food made her look at Zhen Fan from time to time, and the cartoon was completely unattractive.

"Tuk Tuk!" There was a knock on the door.

"Who's out there?"

Claire ran to the door very actively, and when she couldn't reach the cat's eye, she moved a stool, and the person stood on the stool and leaned over to look.

"Uncle Zhen, that policeman is here again, the beautiful one!"

"Let me come, Claire!"

Zhen Fan smiled, walked over, opened the door, and Sarah stood at the door with an unhappy face.

"What's wrong? Come in, Sarah! ”

"I'll stay tonight and try your Chinese food by the way!"

Sarah looked very host, walked straight in, picked up Claire, and sat on the sofa. Claire twisted her waist and refused to let her hold her, slipping down and sitting on the other side of the couch, her eyes staring at Sarah warily.

"Come here, Claire!"

Sarah reached out to Claire to hug her.

"No, I don't like you!"

Claire made a grimace at Sarah, making Sarah's face a little unbearable, and smiled at Zhen Fan: "Are all children like this?" Who do you say she resembles her? This temper must be contagious from you! ”

Zhen Fan ignored Sarah's provocation, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, the ginger yellow stuffy chicken stewed in the casserole had already emitted a rich fragrance, which made Claire and Sarah can't help but sniff.

"It tastes good!"

Sarah clumsily held the chicken pieces with chopsticks, leaned over her mouth, and bit it down, showing a smug smile at Zhen Fan, who was about to watch a good show.

"Much better than the Chinese restaurant outside, that is...... Chopsticks are not proficient yet! ”

Claire didn't have such trouble, Zhen Fan directly sandwiched it on her plate, and then forked it with a fork and put it in her mouth. This way of eating is naturally much better than Sarah.

"I like Uncle Zhen's Chinese food the most! And the cake! ”

Claire said and blinked at Zhen Fan, obviously she wanted to attract Zhen Fan's attention, and then lead the topic to the cake, this cunning little villain!

After eating, the sky gradually darkened, Claire sat on the sofa and dozed off, Sarah's belly was a little swollen, and she also leaned on the sofa, watching Zhen Fan play TV tank games.

"Claire, honey, we're home!"

Anne's voice could be heard from afar outside the door. Zhen Fan opened the door and let Anne in, Anne looked at Claire who was napping, and smiled without apologies.

"Really...... Excuse me, Zhen! ”

"You're welcome, Claire has eaten, just slept, be careful and hug her!"

Anne nodded, picked up Claire lightly, but still woke her up, she opened her eyes in a daze, saw her mother holding her, did not smile sweetly, pillowed her little face on Anne's shoulder, and muttered: "Uncle Zhen, I will eat yellow stewed chicken tomorrow!" ”

"What to eat?"

Anne didn't seem to understand. Of course, I don't understand, and Zhen Fan doesn't know how to translate this ginger yellow stuffy chicken, so the front is the Chinese pinyin of ginger yellow stew, and then the English word of chicken is added. It's strange that Anne understands it, and even Sarah was stumped by the awkward words at first.

"The name of Chinese cuisine is not easy to remember!"

Zhen Fan said it again, and Anne barely understood a little, and smiled awkwardly.

"Claire is already well-fed!"

Watching Anne go out with Claire in her arms, Zhen Fan admonished behind her back.

"Got it, Xiexie, Zhen!"

Anne took the door and went out, leaving Sarah and Zhen Fan in the house.

"Can we go now?"

Sarah was a little impatient.

"No hurry, we'll have to wait until twelve o'clock in the evening, we still have a few hours to chat. By the way, what is the situation in the house of the owner of the coffee house you checked? ”

"Three years ago, his wife died, while playing in a café, she died of an acute cerebral hemorrhage!" Sarah said, "It is because of this that I feel that something is not normal, and no one who plays there can escape this fate." ”

"It's not that the person who plays there can't escape this fate, but that this doom has been there since the death of her wife." Zhen Fan thought for a moment and said a word, which made Sarah's heart beat inexplicably.

"When are we leaving?"

Sarah is eager to solve the mystery, and the only thing she can hope to find a clue to now is this guy.

"Don't rush at this time, we'll go, wait for the best time!"

The surface of Lake Bettel is shrouded in a layer of mist.

The car's lamppost swayed along the rugged lakeside road and came to a stop less than a hundred meters from the lake. The lights go out, the doors open, and Sarah is the first to get out of the car.

"Don't take your gun!"

Zhen Fan also came down, glanced at the pistol that Sarah clenched in both hands, and shook his head in disagreement.

“weishenme？” Sarah was a little nervous, and at midnight it was already inexplicably nervous, and holding the gun was a knee-jerk action in the face of unknown dangers.

"I'm afraid you've hurt me by mistake!"

Zhen Fan's chuckle made Sarah a little annoyed.

"Shut up, if you don't find anything today, see how I clean you up!"

Sarah let out a low threat.

Zhen Fan looked at his watch, there were still two minutes before twelve o'clock in the morning, he raised his finger at Sarah and gently "shhh

"Let's find a place to hide."

Zhen Fan grabbed Sarah's hand, then hid in the grass by the lake, staring at the water with his eyes firmly on the surface.

"Whatever you see, don't speak, or you'll put yourself in danger!"

Zhen Fan said solemnly, although Sarah was a little dissatisfied, but Zhen Fan pinched her hard, so that she would not act rashly and maintain the vigilance unique to a policeman.

Pentalake is quiet, and there is not even the sound of waterfowl and insects.

It's quiet, so quiet that Sarah's heart can't help but beat faster, as if something is holding her heart tightly and trying to pull it out.

"Don't be nervous!"

Zhen Fan's voice was very soft, so light that only Sarah's heart could hear it. And his hands are warm, it feels like he's wrapped in sunlight.

This made her heart gradually stabilize.

The fog on the surface of the lake grew thicker and thicker, like a viscous liquid that could not be dissolved.

Sarah subconsciously looked at the luminous watch, the second hand seemed to have a clicking sound, and every step of the light seemed to be struggling.

One second......

Two seconds......

……

When the dots of light merge into one, Sarah discovers a scene that she will never forget, and she covers her mouth in surprise, trying to calm her beating heart and keep herself from screaming.

The water vapor on the surface of the lake slowly condenses, becoming more and more viscous and more and more substantial. And the top one gradually condensed into a face!

A woman's face!

This face Sarah has seen, and is very familiar, it is from a photo, and she has made countless assumptions and speculations about this face, and now this face appears in front of her, alive, without the slightest falsehood, it is the face of the fog condensation, which looks sticky and white!

The fog is getting thicker and thicker.

How can it be?

How is it possible that water mist can condense into a person? A woman, a woman with a pale face and hollow eyes that makes people shudder.

"It's the café owner's wife!"

Sarah subconsciously exclaimed in a low voice, turned her head, and suddenly found that there was no one around,

Zhen Fan is gone!

His side was empty, as if he had never been the only one squatting here.

The sound of her own voice alarmed the fluttering woman, and she turned her head sharply and drifted towards Sarah without hesitation.

Yes, it's drifting, like water vapor coming through.

It was discovered, and that was Sarah's first thought.

"Zhen!"

She screamed, jumped out of the grass quickly, held her breath deeply, restrained her panic, raised her hand, and pulled the trigger continuously!

"Bang ......"

The sound of gunfire rippled over the calm Lake Bettel, like a dull explosion underwater, without startling any of the waterfowl.