The car drove smoothly and quickly under Ross's control, and Qi Zihuan looked out the window with great interest at the typical American suburban scenery, the small two-story buildings with yards, the meticulously tended lawns, the occasional steeple church and a huge banyan tree, everything looked clean, tidy, and orderly.

Don't you know that we will judge the angels? Do you not know that the believers will judge the world? - The Bible. First Corinthians

On a Bible-shaped statue, Qi Zihuan sighed in his heart when he saw such a sentence.

Judgment is truly an eternal theme in human history. Therefore, in the process of coexistence, all kinds of religions, laws, and morals set up vague or clear standards, and then take judgment as the most basic and core means, and beat the defeated into hell, prison, and quagmire.

Even in today's Internet era, the self-media say everything loudly, and it has slowly evolved into everyone being a judge.

I don't know if some people have ever thought that maybe one day they will stand on the trial seat, and how lonely and cold it will be there.

I never felt anything, and I never knew how much it hurt if I didn't stick a needle in my body.

Qi Zihuan turned his head and looked at the little girl curled up in the back seat asleep, I don't know what she dreamed of, her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered uneasily.

I will not let you be judged by wicked men who think they are righteous, I promise.

Qi Zihuan secretly swore in his heart.

……

It was nightfall, and the car pulled into the gas station next to the road.

Rose told Sharon not to run around, so he got out of the car and went to the gas station and small supermarket to buy some water and food, and asked for directions. And Qi Zihuan is in charge of refueling.

A short-haired policewoman on a motorcycle stopped next to the car, she first observed the little girl left alone in the car, and then looked at Qi Zihuan, who was pondering how to operate by the coin-operated gas gun, and Rose, who had just walked into the supermarket.

The little girl has brown hair, and two adults, one blonde and one apparently Asian.

The policewoman was vigilant in her heart, hesitated for a moment, but reached out and knocked on the car window.

The window was rolled down two finger widths and stopped, and Sharon looked dazed in the car.

"Kid, are you left alone in the car?" The policewoman asked softly, a typical speechless talker.

Sharon looked at her expressionlessly, and only after a while did she say, "Mom said don't talk to strangers." ”

The policewoman's remaining questions were immediately choked in her throat, and she could only say, "What your mother said is right." ”

At this time, Qi Zihuan finally figured out how to operate, and walked back with a gas gun.

"Good evening, officer. What's the matter? Qi Zihuan knew the policewoman's thoughts, and took the initiative to say hello.

The policewoman looked him up and down without hesitation, and asked seriously: "Who are you from the little girl in the car?" ”

"I'm a psychiatrist and a friend of the little girl, and her mother is in the supermarket." Qi Zihuan began to cheer and said as sincerely as possible.

"You're a psychiatrist?"

It is no wonder that the vigilance of female police officers has increased instead of decreasing, and one of the most important aspects of the profession of psychiatrist is that they must be trusted by strangers. In the eyes of the average American, Asian-Americans may be reliable in fields such as finance, scientific research, or cooking, but it is difficult for them to accept their privacy and confess to them.

"Yes, I'm a psychiatrist." Qi Zihuan was very aggrieved, and this identity was not chosen by himself, so he had to add sullenly, "I have a certificate." ”

A few bells rang out, the supermarket door opened, and Rose walked over with a bag of things and talked on the phone, his voice a little excited.

"Why did you stop my credit card?"

"No, the medication doesn't work, it's getting worse and worse, I have to try it."

"Yes, I read the introduction of the website and I know what is going on there."

"Sharon is also from West Virginia, and there must be some kind of connection to that. Say no more, so be it, goodbye. ”

Hanging up the phone, Rose looked at the policewoman who was standing by the car with some confusion, and then looked at Qi Zihuan.

Qi Zihuan shrugged, indicating helplessness.

"Hello, ma'am. Nothing is wrong, right? "The policewoman is referring to the excitement of talking on the phone.

"Well, it's okay, thanks." Ross didn't want to talk more, walked quickly to the driver's seat, and motioned to Qi Zihuan, who had already finished refueling, to hurry up and get into the car.

The policewoman persistently asked, "Can you ask me about your destination?" ”

"Charleston." Ross casually said the capital of West Virginia, closed the door and started the car.

The policewoman looked at the Volvo as it was leaving, copied the license plate number, stepped on the motorcycle and followed.

"It was my husband just now, and he didn't agree with your treatment, so I came here privately with Sharon." Ross explained as he drove, "I just found out that he parked my credit card, I don't have a lot of cash on me, and I might have to trouble you later...... I'll give it back to you as soon as I get home. ”

"No problem." Qi Zihuan said absentmindedly, he knew that if he drove further, money would be useless.

"What happened to that policewoman just now?"

"I didn't know, she came over and asked two questions, and I answered them truthfully. Hopefully she doesn't show up again. Qi Zihuan said sincerely.

In the entire movie, the only innocent and tragic person who died was this policewoman.

Rose glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that Sharon was starting to get drowsy again because of the late night, so he whispered: "By the way, Dr. Qi, when I checked my luggage just now, I saw that Sharon had a few paintings in his previous paintings that I had never seen before, all of them were dark and distorted houses, could this be what she painted while sleepwalking?" ”

"Don't worry too much, children's imagination is not like ours, and everything can be drawn with imagination." Qi Zihuan patiently explained, "I used to know a little boy, he always liked to draw some weird black cats, but he was still a good child. ”

"That's good." Rose breathed a sigh of relief.

A sign appears at the front of the road stating that Silent Hill must turn left.

As soon as she turned according to the street sign, suddenly the siren of "Dripping Dirt ~ Dripping Dirt ~ Dripping Dirt ~" sounded behind her, and the policewoman's motorcycle flashed twice to catch up.

Sharon was also awakened by the sound of sirens.

"Everyone's fasten their seatbelts!"

Rose slammed on the gas pedal and sped away.

A car and a motorcycle chase at high speed on an unmanned highway.

I don't know how long I drove it, but at the end of the road, a gate made of barbed wire appeared, tightly locked.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and Rose looked at the policewoman who was still chasing after her, and gritted her teeth and crashed into it.

Bang!

……

Lightheaded.

When Qi Zihuan woke up again, he scolded while pressing his temples.

What bullshit American car, so you can't hit the airbag like this! Bad review!

I looked at the spectacular scene of ashes floating in the sky outside the window, and I couldn't help but be amazed.

"We only have the thunder and lightning mother dragon king raining, or the American fairy slippery, just play dandruff if you have nothing to do!"