Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

Although the matter with the Dake family has come to an end, his mother has also called Chen Zhao to tell him not to worry about the Dake family's revenge.

However, Chen Zhao still left all the pets at home and asked Fali to take them with her when she went to work.

With these pets by Fali's side, Chen Zhao can rest assured.

One night before going to New York, Chen Zhao hugged Fali and said, "Fali, are you really not going to New York?"

"I've said it many times, I can't leave."

"Okay." Chen Zhao said helplessly, "Take good care of the vines in the backyard. Don't even die without knowing it."

"In your eyes, am I so careless?"

"Of course not, let's just go to sleep."

"Where do you put your hands when you sleep?"

The next day, Chen Zhao stretched himself out of bed and suddenly a head appeared on the wall.

Chen Zhao raised his foot and kicked the head, but unfortunately all he got was air.

"Old Hei, how many times have I told you not to show up like this."

"I forgot, I will pay attention next time."

Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment. This was the first time Lao Hei apologized to him.

At this time, Lao Hei's entire body came out of the wall.

Chen Zhao looked at Lao Hei and his face turned dark: "Can you explain? What does it mean to have a backpack on your back?"

Can you imagine the image of a Grim Reaper carrying a backpack?

Anyway, Chen Zhao feels that the visual impact is very strong, very strong, not ordinary.

The style of painting has changed...

"I also want to go to New York." Lao Hei replied.

"You can just go. Is it necessary to carry a backpack?"

"This is my first real trip since I became the Death Messenger, and I also want to open a room."

"You want to get a room too?"

"I can now touch the physical body and I can feel it."

Chen Zhao rubbed his forehead: "Have you seen the movie "Death is Coming", right?"

"Seen."

"Are you sure you won't cause a plane crash for me, right?"

Well, Chen Zhao and Lao Hei are already very familiar with each other.

But you can't stand this guy's identity, he is a real god of death.

Taking a plane with a god of death, Chen Zhao felt that the psychological pressure was still a bit high.

Even though his body is pretty awesome right now, he should be able to stand head-on with a car.

But if something really happened at high altitude, Chen Zhao didn't think he could withstand the acceleration of gravity.

According to the plane's normal route of 10,000 meters, if something really happened on it, he would have to kneel down.

"I can't kill." Even though Lao Hei was wearing a hood, Chen Zhao still felt Lao Hei's eyes roll.

"It's okay if you can't."

After Chen Zhao got up and washed up, he asked Cheryl and Yula.

Yula and Cheryl were very excited to go to New York.

Both of them were dragging a large suitcase and seemed to have packed a lot of things.

"Have you brought all your things?"

"Bring it all together."

"Okay, let's go."

"New York, I'm here." Lao Hei.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly a little unhappy?"

"No, I'm not unhappy."

When I arrived at the airport, I dropped my car in the parking lot.

After entering the terminal, Hill Nandez found Chen Zhao.

"Mr. Chen, who are they?"

"Cheryl, Eura, my sister."

"Hello ladies, I am Mr. Chen's assistant."

Of course, calling him an assistant is purely a compliment to Chen Zhao.

Hill Nandez is a professor, even if he comes to serve as a teaching assistant with a learning attitude.

But it was impossible for the University of Los Angeles to really let him be a teaching assistant, so he still had the title of professor.

After boarding the plane, Hill Nandez waved enthusiastically: "Mr. Chen, here, here, our seats are here."

"Sorry, my seat is not here."

Chen Zhao changed his ordinary class ticket into first class.

It was really difficult for him to sit in an ordinary cabin for three hours.

So he would rather spend more money to upgrade, and of course Yura and Cheryl also went to first class.

"ah?"

Hill Nandez had a look of resentment on his face, but he had already planned it.

During the few hours on the plane, he could communicate and learn with Chen Zhao to his heart's content.

As a result, he did not expect that Chen Zhao would be upgraded.

Hill Nandez is rich, but now that he has boarded the plane, it is impossible to upgrade.

In the end, I could only sit in my seat and sulk alone.

After a brief turbulence, the plane slowly climbed.

Chen Zhao didn't like the feeling of flying, even if it was only for three hours.

Although airplanes are the safest form of modern transportation.

However, every time he sees an air crash with a mortality rate close to 100%, Chen Zhao, like some people, still has an inexplicable fear of flying.

Of course, especially on the same flight as Death.

The most crucial point is that this god of death is now opposite Chen Zhao, looking at Chen Zhao gloomily.

"What exactly are you unhappy about? Tell me."

Lao Hei ignored Chen Zhao, and Chen Zhao said with a dark face: "Do you want to tell me or not? If you don't tell me, I fell asleep. Remember to wake me up after landing."

"Why didn't you buy me a plane ticket?"

"..." Chen Zhao covered his head: "You didn't say you were coming. I didn't know you were coming before. How could I buy you a ticket? Besides, aren't there still empty seats in the first class cabin? You can sit in the empty seats. superior."

"No, that's not mine. I want my own seat and first-class service."

Chen Zhao began to miss Lao Hei as he was before the upgrade.

At that time, Lao Hei had no desires and desires, but now Lao Hei feels like a child, showing all kinds of emotions.

"I'll buy you a plane ticket when you come back. That's alright."

"That's pretty much it."

At this moment, a woman in her thirties sat next to Chen Zhao. She wore glasses and looked like a strong woman.

"Sir, this is my business card. Maybe you can use it."

"Um..." Chen Zhao took the business card: "Margaret Cook, psychiatrist, Fedore Psychiatric Counseling Clinic in Los Angeles."

Chen Zhao forgot that when he was talking to Lao Hei, there was someone sitting next to him.

"Uh..." Chen Zhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sorry, I'm an actor, I was just correcting my lines."

Margaret suddenly realized that she thought Chen Zhao was a mentally ill person talking to the air alone.

"Brother, aren't you a doctor?" Yura, who was sitting next to the aisle, said.

"Shut up." Chen Zhao glared at Yula, then turned to Margaret: "Everyone in Los Angeles has a dream of being an actor. I also have a passerby in the new movie directed by Steven. Where’s the character?”

"Really? Is it a new movie directed by Steven? I like his work very much. What is his new movie?"

"Sorry, confidentiality agreement, I can't say."