When the plane slowly landed at Los Angeles International Airport, a post appeared in Zhou Huan's mind, and then Zhou Huan posted the post on the forum.

"Hospitable United States, I recommend everyone to take American Airlines flight XX, the captain and crew are good, this is our group photo. ”

After the post was sent, there were a lot of replies below, and someone also pulled out the captain's identity information, a middle-aged white man in his forties, with a happy life and a happy family.

"How did he provoke you? You retaliated against him like that?"

"Could it be that the landlord encountered a bump when he was on the plane?"

"Not long ago, Yang XX, who you liked to praise, is now ruined, why do you want to hurt people so much?"

"It should be that the flight meal is not good enough, so that Comrade Sancang is such a scourge to others. ”

"I happen to know this captain, he lives near my house, and even though he's a jerk, I gave him a call, told him to be careful, and reminded him to pay me back early. ”

Zhou Huan had to shake his head and despise the various speeches, and couldn't help but reply to a post.

"You guys are too much, I'm just a place to go on a tour, can't I post when I meet the right situation? If you think I'm Xiangrui, please wait for my photo name to test my gold content. ”

After posting, Zhou Huan turned off the computer and went to bed.

Zhou Huan wandered the streets of Los Angeles for the next two days, and when he returned to the hotel in the evening, a string of words suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

"Someone in the hall at ten o'clock is going to turn against you!"

The prompt of the system startled Zhou Huan, and after staying in Los Angeles for the past few days, he deeply felt the social tranquility and security of US imperialism - what a ghost!

The tour guide told everyone that the black area is the Longtan Tiger's Den, not long ago, a female insurance investigator went in less than 20 minutes before being x, and Lincoln Park at night was full of addicts and gangsters, and it was crazy to dare to exercise in it. A lot of people have guns, people die from bullets every day, and when they encounter a robbery, they go to another place and pay because they really shoot.

"Guard, that guy has a gun!"

Zhou Huan grabbed the hotel security guard beside him and stammered his thoughts in English.

The white security guard looked at Zhou Huan with a little suspicion, pressed his hand on the holster, and walked to a middle-aged white man on the sofa not far away.

Suddenly, Zhou Huan felt that this person seemed to be known to him, and it seemed to be the white captain he had posted two days ago!

At this moment, the white captain suddenly jumped up, took out a gun from his arms, and wanted to shoot at Zhou Huan.

"Bang Bang!"

The hotel guards did not hesitate to shoot, and the white man fell in a pool of blood.

"Devil, you devil ......"

The dying white man muttered to himself, his red eyes staring at Zhou Huan motionlessly.

"What the hell is going on?"

Los Angeles Police Department.

"This police officer, I really don't know what happened, I don't know why he came to kill me, I am a law-abiding Chinese citizen, and I have no intersection with him. ”

In the Los Angeles Police Department, Zhou Huan explained to a Chinese police officer. The shooting at the Hilton Hotel is not a trivial matter, especially if Zhou Huan is seriously suspected.

"But why did he come to kill you? You called the police. ”

The Chinese police officer stared at Zhou Huan as someone walked into his office with a Chinese person.

"This is Jack Chen, a friend of mine, Michael's neighbor, and he said he knew what was going on. ”

Jack Chen, an overseas Chinese in his thirties, has lived in Los Angeles for five years, and when he saw Zhou Huan, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand, "My ID is different every year, this police officer is my good friend Sun Fuhai, the third artillery soldier, hello, you can make Michael miserable." ”

It's a good thing to be able to meet netizens in a foreign country, but his words made Zhou Huan a little confused.

"Early the morning after your post, Michael's medical exam came back and tested positive for HIV, and his wife also contracted AIDS. ”

"Ahh

Zhou Huan's eyes widened suddenly.

"The night before I got the notice, I told him your story, such as the fact that if you praise anyone in China, who will be unlucky, he first dismisses it, but after he has AIDS, he suddenly becomes suspicious, thinking that it is the devil's curse, that you caused him to have AIDS, so he takes a gun and tries to kill you, thinking that as long as the curse is removed, his AIDS will be fine. You see, this is his homepage, and it says he's going to cast out the devil for God!"

"Damn, he's got AIDS and what the hell is going on with me!"

Zhou Huan had to burst into foul language, what is this called?

"Of course, you can't be blamed for this, he got AIDS before you posted, it's just a coincidence. ”

After listening to what happened, the Chinese policeman on the side also borrowed Jack Chen's Tianya ID and went to the website to browse it, and after reading it, he was not good.

"It's unscientific!"

"It's unscientific, but that's how it happened. ”

Jack Chan had to sigh and say to the Chinese policeman, "You didn't let him take any pictures at the police station, did you?"

"What's the impact?"

The Chinese policeman named Sun Fuhai was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly understood something, "I just asked him to assist in the investigation, and he naturally had a camera and so on." ”

After Michael was tested for AIDS, the flight attendants on the flight he was on asked for leave to check their health, and the whole airline is now panicking, fearing that he has indirectly contracted AIDS. ”

"Are the results out?"

"I don't know, but the flight attendant on that flight promised someone to win the bid, and I saw a group of them happy in the villa several times. ”

"it!"

Sun Fuhai scolded involuntarily, looking at Zhou Huan's gaze a little different.

"Click. ”

The sound of the camera sounded, and Jack Chen took a photo of Sun Fuhai and Zhou Huan.

"I don't believe in these unscientific things, I'll send the things I saw and encountered to the end of the world now, as well as the photo of you and Zhou Huan, all of this is a coincidence, a coincidence!"

"Jack Chen, you want to die, give me back the photo quickly, I don't want this!"

The two of them fought in the hall, which attracted the attention of many policemen, and Jack Chen told everyone everything that happened to Zhou Huan. And these American policemen didn't believe it, and a few people who were not afraid of death even came to Zhou Huan's side.

"Yes, it's all a coincidence, a coincidence, you Chinese pretend to be a ghost, come and let me take a few photos with him to see if anything will happen." ”

An hour later, Zhou Huan, Jack Chen, and Sun Fuhai came to a nearby restaurant, and while tasting the food, Sun Fuhai stared at Jack Chen, and after reviewing it several times, he made sure that Jack Chen's post did not involve him, and then let him post.

"The Three Artillery Corps struggling in Los Angeles. ”

This is Jack Chen's post, Jack Chen posted what he learned in detail on the Internet, and he was not afraid of death, and he also attached a photo of him and Zhou Huan.

It was like a little spark falling into gasoline, and the post went viral all of a sudden.

Who would have thought that Zhou Huan's post and photo could tear a crew apart, and the white captain would even be directly over?

The Third Artillery Corps is now a celebrity at the end of the world, and one by one it has made everyone's idle hearts burn up all of a sudden.

"Trouble the three artillery troops, praise us xxx!"

"Hello Sangun, can you travel to RB and take a photo with xxxx, I am willing to sponsor it in full. ”

"The special person of our country's most elite secret front, the great comrade of the Third Artillery, who struggled in the hinterland of US imperialism, hopes that he will never return, stay in the United States, RB or Europe for the rest of his life, and say goodbye, Comrade of the Third Artillery!"

"What I said upstairs is that I am from the customs, and I have already reported this situation to the higher-level leaders, and if the Third Artillery Corps wants to pass through our customs, the head will be broken and bleeding will flow, and not a single photo will be taken! I am from the Zhanjiang Customs. ”

All kinds of messages made Zhou Huan have to shake his head, and he took the @ post with his hand, saying that he would definitely go to Zhanjiang Customs when he returned to China.

Next, he also made a post in which the system prepared several photos for him, including a picture of several Los Angeles police officers pressing a gangster into the police station, and of course, a word of thanks, praising the Los Angeles officers for their dedication, intelligence, and disbelief in the rumors, and congratulating them on their eternal health, promotion, and salary increase, and not getting shot.

Zhou Huan originally wanted to praise Officer Sun Fuhai for his hospitality - but Officer Sun Fuhai, whose eyes were red, insisted that he would come to treat him to this meal, and his only wish was to hope that Zhou Huan would not mention him.

These Chinese from Hong Kong and Taiwan are really too superstitious.