The vehicle was driving along Route 6, and Ethan slowed down as he passed the carriage in front of him.

The bearded man who was driving the car noticed that the vehicle next to him had slowed down, and raised his hand to press his top hat on him.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and the Amish girl smiled, revealing an innocent face.

"Rebecca Bowman"

Ethan looked at her without moving, and stepped up the throttle to drive forward.

After a few minutes, I turned the steering wheel and entered the private road, and after walking a few hundred meters inside, I came to a single-family house.

The house is about twenty meters from the lake, surrounded by trees, and this small area around it is the private land left by the elder Morgan to Ethan.

Listening to the sound of birds and looking at the house in front of him, Ethan did not return to the house after getting out of the car.

Walk to the small wooden pier by the lake and sit cross-legged.

Pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, he smoked it silently, staring at the sparkling lake in a daze.

The cigarette butt was extinguished on the wooden board, and Ethan exhaled a puff of smoke as if to say goodbye to the past.

With a flip of the palm, a glass tube containing a red liquid appeared in the palm of the hand.

He pulled out the soft plug above the glass tube and sniffed it with his nose, but there was no smell.

Without any further hesitation, he tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.

It's a bit spicy, like drinking Huoxiang Zhengqi water.

Just as he was savoring the taste, the tail vertebrae seemed to be ignited, and a burning sensation ran down his spine to the back of his head.

Suddenly, his whole body was as hot as being burned, and Ethan did not hesitate to "plop" into the lake.

After soaking in the water for a long time, the hot feeling gradually disappeared.

Ethan gasped and swam ashore and took off his clothes, anyway, the neighborhood was his own place, not afraid of being seen.

Bounced on the spot a few times, feeling that his body was extremely relaxed, and his abdomen, which was still a little fat, was now well-defined, and he excitedly clenched his fists and swung his fist at the big tree next to him.

There was a muffled "bang", and Ethan held his fist swing position for a few seconds.

Feel the speed and power of the punch and the sharp pain of the fist.

Looking at the broken skin on his knuckles, Ethan grinned.

Pick up the clothes that had been thrown on the ground and strode towards the house.

It is a typical American wooden house with a huge open kitchen next to the living room.

Further inside, there are two rooms, one large and one small, and the original owner has piled up all the old objects in the small room.

The large room is equipped with all kinds of facilities, and the window next to the wooden bed has a direct view of the lake.

After taking a shower, Ethan set the alarm clock at the bedside to seven o'clock in the evening, pulled the quilt and fell asleep.

At night, Ethan reached out to turn off the screeching alarm, stretched his waist, and yawned into the living room.

I opened the refrigerator with an empty stomach, there were no ingredients except beer and drinks, and the kitchenware in the kitchen was dusted.

The original owner seemed to be a master who never cooked, so he had to change his clothes and drive towards the town.

A few minutes later, look at the neon signs above the houses on the side of the road flashing with a few big words "Davis Bar"

Ethan stopped the car, pushed open the door and walked in.

There are a few tables next to the old bar, and further inside is a pool table, and a coin-operated jukebox against the wall.

The gray-haired black bartender was leisurely wiping the glass with a towel, it was still early, and the bar was empty except for the bartender.

Ethan found a place at the bar and pulled out a wooden chair and sat down.

The black bartender flung the towel over his shoulder and looked at him with interest.

"Are you a tourist?"

"Why do you say that?" Ethan touched the pulped wooden bar.

The bartender raised his hand and nodded his head, "Please trust the memory of a bartender, I know most of the people in the town." ”

"Ethan Morgan, the new Banshee Town police officer, will officially go to work tomorrow."

"Candy Baez, the owner and bartender of this bar, you can just call me Candy."

Candy flipped over a glass, took half a bottle of bourbon from the wine cabinet, poured some into it, and pushed the glass to Ethan.

"This cup is from the store, congratulations."

After Ethan thanked him, he first took a sip and then drank it all.

After putting the cup down and motioning for the candy to be refilled, Ethan ordered a fried steak.

I have to say that the craftsmanship of the candy is still quite good, and the steak is fried just right.

Seeing the gold belt hanging on the wall, Ethan curiously gestured to the photo next to the belt with a dinner knife, in the old photo, a strong black man, wearing fist gloves, was swinging his fist at his opponent.

Candy turned to look at the photo "That's me, in the lightweight boxing match." ”

Cutting off a piece of steak and chewing it slowly in his mouth, Ethan asked curiously.

"How many rounds did you fight?"

"It took him the eighth round to knock him out, he's a left-handed guy and needs more time to deal with."

Candy's eyes lit up, "It was a title match, do you know how long I was holding this belt?" ”

Ethan put down his knife and fork and looked at the candy.

"Eighteen months!" Candy said proudly.

He raised his glass and took a sip to salute the candy.

I don't know if it's the effect of improving my physique, Ethan's alcohol has risen sharply, and a few glasses of whiskey have been swallowed, but I just feel that my face is slightly hot.

As time went on, the number of people in the bar gradually increased, and Ethan asked Candy to take away the plates, and looked at the people in the bar while drinking his drink.

Next to the billiard table, a blonde beauty in a short black dress holds a wine glass and dances gently with her long white legs to the music of the jukebox.

In the bar, next to such a beautiful woman, there are usually many wild bees and butterflies.

But no one here stepped forward to talk, only occasionally sneaking a look.

When she turned her face, Ethan realized that she was the Amish girl sitting in the carriage today, and he picked up his glass and gestured to her.

Seeing his move, Candy whispered a warning:

"Some women can't be touched, like a rose with thorns, even if you're a policeman."

Ethan said that it didn't matter, there was no need to worry about more debts, and the same was true if there were more troubles.

The Amish girl came over and sat down next to Ethan, who motioned for Candy to pour her a glass of wine.

Candy shook her head helplessly, and after adding wine to her glass, she beckoned the other guests to go.

Ethan and her conversation were a few words, and the two exchanged names.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Ethan extended a meaningful invitation to Rebecca.

"The air inside is a little stuffy, do you want to breathe outside? My car was parked right outside. ”

Rebecca looked at his handsome face, smiled, didn't say anything, picked up her handbag and walked to the door.

Ethan hurriedly counted out a few bills, pressed them under the cup, and chased them out.

Half an hour later, the Ford F150 stopped shaking rhythmically, and Ethan fell in love with the car, which was spacious enough and had good shock absorption.

After saying goodbye to Rebecca, he drove home, and tomorrow will be his first day of work.