"Crackling...... Crackling ......"

The raindrops fell on the glass windows, making intermittent crisp sounds, and the rain fell from the sky, washing away the dust that had been scattered over New York for several days, so when the raindrops fell on the glass windows, if you looked closely, you could clearly see the sand and gravel contained in the water trails.

The dark clouds in the sky had condensed unusually thick, and the light of the entire city had completely dimmed.

"Huh!"

A blinding white light flashed outside the window, and then, just a breath apart, a deafening thunderclap exploded overhead. This thunder sounded as if it was alive, and after the explosion overhead, it quickly rolled towards the northwest, and the feeling of the explosion gradually disappearing from near and far was extremely obvious.

Nicole Shi Ran walked to the bed, picked up a pack of cigarettes on the bed table, and threw it directly on Monet's body.

"Boom ......"

Another thunderclap rolled through the window, without warning, and felt so close that it seemed to erupt on the roof.

Nicole was frightened, and a small face with a faint blush was full of fear, and instinctively walked towards Monet's side.

Monet had just put a cigarette in his mouth, and when he saw Nicole's frightened appearance, he shook his head and smiled, raised his arm, and took her outstretched hand.

"It looks like it's a thunderstorm," patted the back of Nicole's hand to calm her panicked, Monet stood up and led her towards the window.

In fact, there is a precursor to any kind of climate disaster, and in the case of rare thunderstorms, New York has seen three times since the beginning of summer, and this is the fourth.

Outside the window, the wind started at some point, and it was very strong, and through the window, you could hear the strong wind swishing.

Looking at the sky in the distance through the windowpanes that had been washed by the rain, you could see that thick clouds were rapidly condensing on the sea surface of the upper New York Bay, and the condensed shape was like a mushroom, and it looked like a whirlpool. Lightning flashed in the clouds one after another, some thin and short, others thick and long, like the roots of a tree. The condensed clouds, illuminated by lightning, took on a blue and purple color, which was unsettling just by looking at it.

Originally, Monet thought that no one would go out in this weather, but at this time, Casey knocked on the door and asked, "Sir, Sheriff Klein is waiting for you in the reception room!" ”

"Why is Klein here?" Nicole asked Monet.

"How do I know this, but he can come over in this kind of weather, which means that it must not be a trivial matter!" With that, Monet got up and began to get dressed.

Nicole helped him get dressed and advised, "If he's looking for you to paint a portrait of the murderer, you'd better not go, this kind of thunderstorm is too dangerous outside!" ”

Monet smiled bitterly and said, "I don't want to go, but you see that the sheriff has come over in person, after all, we will have more places to use him in the future!" ”

But to Monet's surprise, Sheriff Klein really didn't come to him to make a portrait of the murderer this time, only to see him open his mouth and say: "Tony, I found the Wendy girl you asked me to help you find!" ”

"Where is she now?" Then I thought that Sheriff Klein had come to inform me in this weather, didn't that mean that Wendy was probably ......

Unexpectedly, Sheriff Klein replied with a strange expression: "She is now the owner of Ruimei Coffee!" ”

Hearing this answer, Monet couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then recalled what his former landlord, Paul, had told him, so he asked Sheriff Klein, "Ruimei coffee?" Is that the Ruimei Coffee who is going to open a coffee shop in China? ”

Sheriff Klein nodded and replied, "That's right, it's that Ruimei Coffee!" ”

"Mr. Sheriff, you can't be mistaken, are you? How could Wendy be the owner of Ruimei Coffee? How could she, a little girl who was less than twenty years old and had no money, afford to open such a big Ruimei coffee and hire so many people? Are you mistaken, after all, Wendy's name is quite common! Monet questioned.

Sheriff Klein replied with great certainty: "It must be her, not only does she look exactly like your portrait, but she is the owner of Ruimei Coffee shortly after you think she has disappeared!" ”

"Oh, it turns out that she went to Ruimei Coffee to be the boss after she couldn't find me, but, but this is ridiculous!" Monet couldn't help but exclaim, and even he thought it was even more ridiculous than crossing by himself......

"I also think it's ridiculous, so I'm not going to ask you if she's the illegitimate daughter of the original owner of this Ruimei Coffee or something, she met her biological father by chance in New York, and then in order to make up for the debt to her over the years, she gave up the boss's position to her......"

Before Sheriff Klein could finish speaking, Monet interrupted: "Mr. Sheriff, have you read too many third-rate novels, how can there be such a plot in reality?" ”

At this point, he thought of another question, so he asked, "By the way, is there anything else going on with Wendy?" ”

Sheriff Klein shook his head and replied, "No! ”

"If not, then why did you come to me and tell me about it in such weather? Is it too late to talk about it tomorrow? Monet asked puzzled.

Sheriff Klein replied casually, "Oh, I came out to do something else, and I happened to pass by you, so I thought I'd come in and take shelter from the rain and tell you about it......"

Hearing this answer, Monet suddenly felt very speechless, it seemed that he was thinking too much, but it seemed that he should go to this Ruimei coffee tomorrow to meet Wendy, ask what was going on, and then write back to Ruth, so that she would not be in a hurry in Philadelphia.

PS: Recently, I have been chasing the book "Human Beings Shrink 100 Times", which can be said to be my favorite post-apocalyptic text in the past two years, but when I saw today's stop explanation, whether it is from the perspective of the writer or the reader, I feel uncomfortable, and I hope that the strange lamp will recover soon!