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Chapter 3 Sheriff
The car stopped successfully, but at the same time, Chi Heng's forehead was sweating, his hands were trembling, and the car almost hit him head-on.

not good!

Chi Heng quickly put on the handbrake, opened the door and got out of the car, looked at the car that crashed into the forest, and rushed there, "Are you ok?"

He walked down the road with difficulty and came to the driver's seat, but was shocked to find that there was no one in the driver's seat of the car with the dented hood.

The window of the driver's seat was rolled down, and Chi Heng poked his head in to look around, but there was not even a single person in the car.

He retracted his head and looked around. The dense fog in the forest was still very deep and dark, and he couldn't see anything clearly more than ten meters away.

"anyone there?"

He couldn't help shouting.

No one answered.

It's strange, in such a serious car accident, even if the driver managed to get out of the car, he wouldn't run away, right?
Chi Heng was dazed for a long while before he remembered something. He took out his Nokia mobile phone, looked at it, barely got a signal, dialed 911, and talked with the operator for a long time before letting the other party understand where he was.

He climbed up again, and suddenly slapped his head, why did he take the initiative to provoke the police?
But with such a serious car accident, you can't just walk away, right?

If you really want to run away, if you investigate him in the future, then there will be a judge.

It was impossible for the 911 operator to let the state police come all the way. Naturally, they contacted the town police in the small town, which is indeed not far from the town of Doc. Chi Heng waited for about half an hour. The light faded away, and he saw a police car and an ambulance approaching, slowly pulling up beside the pickup truck.

Two police officers got on and off the police car, a black policeman and a white policeman.

The age of the black policeman is estimated to be in his 40s, but his rank is actually a sergeant, while the white policeman is very young, probably only in his 20s.

This kind of cooperation is very strange. Given the discrimination against blacks in the United States, especially in small towns, or places like Maine where more than 97% of whites are white, the probability of letting blacks become sheriffs is too small.

Chi Heng was stunned for a moment, but still went up to meet him.

"Did you call the police?"

The black sheriff stepped forward and asked.

"it's me."

"Where is the car?"

"Just down there."

Chi Heng pointed to the forest where the thick fog had dissipated, but when he turned his head to look, he was suddenly horrified. The car that rushed off the road and crashed into the forest disappeared without a trace?

"I didn't see the car?"

The white policeman looked around, and the two first responders who had just got out of the ambulance talked in low voices.

"No, no, it was clearly still here before!"

Chi Heng walked over, "Look, there are still traces of brakes here!"

Indeed, there are obvious tire friction marks on the road, as well as many marks left by crashing into the woods.

However, the car did disappear.

The black police chief walked off the road and came to the woods. The white policeman and Chi Heng followed closely behind. Chi Heng stammered and pointed at the big tree: "This is the tree. Look, the trunk is cracked."

"But, no car."

The white policeman was confused.

The black sheriff looked at it carefully for a while, and without saying a word, he turned to look at Chi Heng: "I'm Eric Badman, the sheriff of Dock Town, what's your name?"

"Justo Chi."

This name was given to him by Chi Heng's uncle, justo means Justo, which means balance and fairness, and his uncle also took great pains.

"Okay, Chi," the black police chief Badman probably thought the surname was strange, so he simply called Chi Heng by his first name, "Justo, let's go up and make a brief record first."

Finding that the black sheriff was very friendly, Chi Heng's nervousness relaxed a lot. He nodded and followed him up.

"Justo, can you tell me where you're from and what you're doing in Docktown?"

"Sheriff, I'm from Mississippi because..."

Chi Heng hesitated for a moment before saying: "My uncle passed away. Before he passed away, he gave me an address for me to come and see."

While waiting here, Chi Heng thought that the local police would definitely ask many questions. He thought about how to answer the best question. One of them was that he came to travel?

There seems to be nothing wrong with this, but the small town of Doc is not a tourist attraction, and the excuse of coming here for tourism can easily be noticed as strange.

Visiting relatives?

It's even more ridiculous, he doesn't have anyone he knows well here.

Do business?
Come on, smart Chinese won't come here to do business in such a place that doesn't shit.

In particular, Chi Heng is very clear that because there are not many residents in these remote towns in the United States, the residents in the town are almost very familiar with each other. When a stranger comes, everyone will know it quickly, and no matter where he goes, there will be people staring at him. .

Especially small towns that are quite exclusive.

In the face of interrogation by the police, many excuses will be exposed on the spot. If they are not exposed, the police will also watch their every move.

Since the police and local residents will stare at him no matter what, it is better to speak up and directly explain the purpose.

Chi Heng took out the white paper he had prepared and handed it to the black sheriff.

Badman took it and looked at it, his eyes changed immediately, and he suddenly raised his head to stare at Chi Heng: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry for your uncle's death, but can you tell me, what's your uncle's name? ?”

"..."

Chi Heng noticed that Badman's expression was not right, but he couldn't back down when the situation came to an end, so he carefully said his uncle's English name: "Stanley Chen."

"So you are Chen's nephew."

Badman suddenly realized: "You look a lot like your uncle."

"Sheriff, do you know my uncle?"

Chi Heng was shocked, there was indeed a problem with the address left by his uncle.

"There are not many old people in the town who don't know your uncle." Badman's expression softened. "Your uncle is a good man."

"Uh." Chi Heng had a lot to ask.

But Badman said: "This is not a place to talk, go to the police station with me first, you may not have breakfast."

Chi Heng nodded, wishing so, but immediately realized something else: "But the sheriff, that car..."

"Never mind that car."

Badman patted Chi Heng on the shoulder, "This kind of thing happens by chance, just get used to it."

What the hell?

The car and people who were in a car accident disappeared, so what do you mean by getting used to it?
Chi Heng was stunned for a moment, then he was speechless.

But since even the local sheriff said it didn't matter, what could he say?
Naturally follow along.

He drove his pickup truck, followed the police car, and drove into a very common town.

The morning sun finally dispelled the thick fog and returned the light to the earth. However, the town is not a big city, and people's work is very leisurely. When driving into the town, not many town residents on the street come out.

Some stood by the side of the street, watched Chi Heng's pickup truck come in, and stared at it with the eyes of outsiders. When they saw that the pickup truck was following the police car, they looked away again and went to their work.

(End of this chapter)