Retrograde for thousands of years

Chapter 3 It's none of my business!

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

"Hospitable America, I recommend everyone to take American Airlines flight xx. The captain and crew are very good. This is our group photo."

After the post was posted, there were a lot of replies immediately below. Someone even pulled out the identity information of the captain, a middle-aged white man in his 40s with a happy life and a happy family.

"Why did he provoke you? Are you retaliating against him like this?"

"Did the original poster encounter turbulence on the plane?"

"Yang xx, whom you liked to praise not long ago, is now in ruins. Why do you want to do such harm to others?"

"It's probably because the in-flight meals are not good enough that Comrade Sanpao is causing trouble to others."

"I happened to know this captain. He lived near my house. Although he was a bastard, I still called him and told him to be careful and reminded him to pay me back in advance."

The various comments made Zhou Huan have to shake his head in contempt and couldn't help but reply to a post.

"You guys are going too far. This is just a casual trip. Can't I post something when the situation is right? If you think I am auspicious, please send me your photo name to test my worth. "

After posting the post, Zhou Huan shut down the computer and went to bed.

Zhou Huanzai wandered the streets of Los Angeles for the next two days. When he returned to the hotel in the evening, a string of words suddenly flashed before his eyes.

"There is someone at ten o'clock in the hall who wants to do something against you!"

The system prompts shocked Zhou Huan. After staying in Los Angeles for the past few days, he deeply felt the social tranquility and safety of US imperialism - what a ghost!

The tour guide Qian Dingzhu and Wan Zhengtong told everyone that the black area is the dragon's den and the tiger's den. Not long ago, a female insurance investigator was raped one after another within 10 minutes of entering. Lincoln Park at night is full of drug addicts and gangsters. Who dares to exercise there? is crazy.Many people own guns, and people are killed by bullets every day. If you encounter a robbery, don't show off, just hand over the money because the other party will really shoot.

"Guard, that man has a gun!"

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

The white security guard looked at Zhou Huan a little suspiciously, put his hand on the holster of his gun, and walked towards a middle-aged white man on the sofa not far away.

Suddenly, Zhou Huan felt like he knew this person. He seemed to be the white captain whom he introduced in a post two days ago!
At this moment, the white captain suddenly jumped up, took out a gun from his arms, and wanted to shoot Zhou Huan.

"Clap clap clap!"

The hotel guard shot without hesitation, and the white man fell in a pool of blood.

"Devil, you devil..."

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

"So what happened?"

LAPD.

"This police officer, I really don't know what happened, and I don't know why he came to kill me. I am a law-abiding Chinese citizen and have never interacted with him."

In the Los Angeles Police Department, Zhou Huan explained to a Chinese police officer.A shooting at the Hilton Hotel is not a trivial matter, especially when Zhou Huan is a serious suspect.

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

The Chinese police officer stared at Zhou Huan, when someone brought a Chinese man into his office.

"This is Jack Chen, a friend of mine, a neighbor of Michael's, who says he knows what happened."

Jack Chen is an overseas Chinese in his 30s who has lived in Los Angeles for five years. When he saw Zhou Huan, he took the initiative to reach out and said, "My ID is Nian Nian Bi Jie Hong. This police officer is my best friend." Hello, my friend Sun Fuhai, Third Artillery Corps, you have caused great harm to Michael."

It's a good thing to meet netizens from the end of the world in a foreign country, but his words made Zhou Huan a little confused.

"Early the next morning after you posted, the results of Michael's medical examination at the hospital came out and he tested positive for AIDS, and his wife was also infected with AIDS."

"what!"

Zhou Huan's eyes suddenly widened.

"The night before I got the notice, I told him your story, such as the fact that whenever you praise someone in China, someone will be unlucky. He dismissed it at first, but after he got AIDS, he suddenly became suspicious and thought This is a curse from the devil. It was you who caused him to get AIDS, so he took a gun and tried to kill you, thinking that as long as the curse is removed, his AIDS will be cured. Look, this is his homepage, and it has Said he was going to drive out devils for God!" "Fuck! It's none of my business that he got AIDS!"

Zhou Huan had no choice but to curse, what is this called?
"Of course I can't blame you for this. He got AIDS before you posted this. It's just a coincidence."

After hearing the whole story, the Chinese policeman on the side borrowed Jack Chen's Tianya ID and browsed the website. After reading it, he felt bad.

"This is so unscientific!"

"It's unscientific, but that's what happened."

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

"What effect does this have?"

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. Of course he has a camera on him."

"After Michael was diagnosed with AIDS, the flight attendants on the flight he was on asked for leave to have their bodies checked. The entire airline is now panicked, fearing that they may have indirectly contracted AIDS."

"Are the results out?"

"I don't know, but the stewardess on that flight guaranteed that someone would win the bid. I saw a group of them having fun in the villa several times."

"Fuck!"

Sun Fuhai cursed involuntarily and looked at Zhou Huan with a somewhat different look.

"Crack."

The sound of taking pictures rang out, and Jack Chen took a photo of Sun Fuhai and Zhou Huan.

"I don't believe these unscientific things. I will now send the things I saw and encountered to the ends of the earth, as well as the photo of you and Zhou Huan. All of these are coincidences, coincidences!"

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

The two people got into a fight in the hall, which attracted the attention of many police officers. Jack vividly told everyone what happened to Zhou Huan.But these American police officers didn't believe this, and a few of them who were not afraid of death even came to Zhou Huan's side.

"Yes, this is all a coincidence, a coincidence, you Chinese people are just pretending 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 tasted delicious food. Sun Fuhai stared at Jack Chen. After reviewing it several times, he determined that Jack Chen's post did not involve him. After that, he was allowed to post.

"The Three Artillery Troops Fighting in Los Angeles."

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

Like a spark falling into gasoline, this post suddenly became popular.

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

The Third Artillery Corps is now a celebrity all over the world, and every incident makes everyone's hearts ache.

"Please give the third artillery unit a compliment on us xxx!"

"Hello Sanpao, can you take a trip to RB and take a photo with xxxx? I am willing to fully sponsor it."

"A special figure in our country's most elite secret front, the great Comrade Sanpao is fighting in the heart of U.S. imperialism. I hope he will never come back and stay in the United States, RB or Europe for the rest of his life. Farewell, Comrade Sanpao!"

"What I said upstairs is that I am from the customs. I have reported this situation to my superiors. If the Third Artillery Troops were to pass through our customs, their heads would be broken and their blood would bleed. Don't even think about taking a photo! I am From Zhanjiang Customs.”

Various messages made Zhou Huan have to shake his head. He @@ed the post and said that he would definitely go through Zhanjiang Customs when he returned to China.

Next, he also posted a post, and the system prepared several photos for him, one of which was a picture of several Los Angeles police officers pressing a gangster into the police station. Of course, there was also a message of thanks, praising the Los Angeles police officers. They are dutiful, smart, don't believe in messy rumors, and congratulate them for eternal health, promotion and salary increase, and not being shot.

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

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

(End of this chapter)