Fearing for someone's safety, Ortiz left Tunisia in a hurry and flew to Los Angeles.
After staying at Daigo Manor for two nights, Zhang Jingzheng was planning to deliver bags to the three groups when he received a call from Ortiz while driving.
"Hi," Zhang Jing greeted happily with his whole body relaxed, "How do you say it?"
"Where are you?"
"farm."
"Penelope and I are waiting for you at the abandoned track."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing still insisted on giving the bag to the trio first, and then drove three hours to the small town of Beverly.
At the West Beverly Hilton Hotel, Ortiz and Penelope were having afternoon tea in the tea restaurant on the third floor when Zhang Jing arrived.
Having experienced dangers and looking down on many things, the temperament of the two girls has changed greatly.
"Long time no see, how are you doing?"
In the elegant and quiet restaurant, Zhang Jing sat with Penelope and put his right hand on her shoulder.
"Very well," Ortiz reminded Zhang Jing, "get your pig's feet off my employee."
Zhang Jing not only hugged Penelope tighter, but also kissed her on the face and retorted: "It's not working time now."
Penelope smiled, Ortiz was angry.
"Let me ask you," Ortiz leaned forward, climbed on the table with his elbows, and asked in a low voice, "Have you just killed someone recently?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Jing immediately retorted, "I am a serious treasure hunter."
"A treasure hunter is a treasure hunter," Ortiz rolled his eyes, "No one else knows whether he is serious or not. Can I not know?"
Ortiz inadvertently rolled his eyes in a charming way, quickly passing through Zhang Jing's body like an electric current.
"There are many people here," Zhang Jing said seriously, "I rented a room upstairs."
Ortiz could instinctively feel that someone was having bad thoughts, but what they wanted to talk about was so important that there was a real possibility that others would hear them.
He hesitated for four or five seconds and agreed.
After tea time, take the elevator to room 1507 on the 15th floor.
This is a suite with two bedrooms and a small living room. It is rented by Zhang Jing for a long time. The reason is that when entering the country, he always asked, 'Where to stay?' '
After entering the room and closing the door, Ortiz turned to look at Zhang Jing, "Tell me, have you... ah!"
Amidst someone's screams, Zhang Jing picked him up easily, rushed into the bedroom on the left and threw him heavily on the bed.
From afternoon to midnight, the originally clean and tidy room became a mess.
The ground was messy, the bed was also messy, the three bodies were mixed together and fell into a deep sleep.
At noon the next day, Penelope was still sleeping in bed, and Zhang Jing and Ortiz were taking a bath in the bathtub.
"Fort Odilvi," Ortiz asked softly from close range, "is this the person you killed?"
"I am a treasure hunter," Zhang Jing emphasized again, "not a killer."
"It's not the best," Ortiz said, unlike yesterday's fierceness, he became gentle and considerate, "It was a family that existed for about three hundred years, even though five people died;
But Christoph Waltz also has an older brother who has served in the army for a long time, and an older sister who is a university teacher. "
Looking into the fake Hepburn's eyes, Zhang Jing nodded, "Thank you for reminding me, this matter has nothing to do with me."
"Maybe it has nothing to do with you," the fake Hepburn stated, looking at her partner closely. "They will most likely come to you to find out something about the situation. After all, there is a conflict between you."
"Beauty is a disaster," Zhang Jing complained, "the ancients would never deceive me."
"Haha," Ortiz immediately countered, "Stand still if you can."
While speaking, Ortiz deliberately threw the fragrant fertilizer on the ground, then slowly turned around to pick it up.
Zhang Jing: "..."
It was really refreshing, Zhang Jing decided to take over all the trouble caused by Ortiz.
As if to verify his guess, Zhang Jing received a strange phone call after lunch.
"Mr. Zhang," a female voice came from the phone, "I am Christopher's sister, Kiki Waltz, can we meet?"
Zhang Jing immediately asked, "Are you beautiful?"
Kiki Waltz was silent on the phone.
"This is just a joke," Zhang Jing laughed, "I'm in Los Angeles."
"I'm in Los Angeles, too."
"Half an hour later," Zhang Jing set the time and location, "Abandoned track, a famous cafe in arcade games."
After hanging up the phone and saying goodbye to the fake Hepburn and the primary school teacher, Zhang Jing arrived at the appointed place half an hour later.
A woman in her thirties with long wavy blond hair, wearing a khaki skirt and a yellow long-sleeved top, was sitting at the back of the cafe, looking directly at Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing smoothed his hair to make himself look more handsome, stepped forward to say hello and asked, "Miss Qiqi?"
"It's me," Kiki Waltz looked at Zhang Jing, "You have a happy soul."
"A day is happy, and a day is unhappy," Zhang Jing said optimistically, "so I am happy every day."
"Please take a seat. What would you like to drink?"
"Orange juice."
Kiki Waltz looked at the waiter, who was walking over at the same time.
"Please give this handsome gentleman a glass of orange juice."
The waiter left in response.
It can be seen that Kiki Waltz is very well-educated and has a graceful manner in his conversation.
"I'm sorry," Kiki Waltz whispered, "my brother Christopher sent someone to assassinate you in Khartoum."
"It turns out it's your brother," Zhang Jing suddenly realized, "I originally thought he was a colleague. Are you going to apologize for him? Or compensate?"
Kiki Waltz continued, "Four days ago, my parents, grandparents, and Christopher were killed."
"Do you suspect that I am the murderer?" Zhang Jing asked.
Kiki Waltz nodded.
"It's not me," Zhang Jing shook his head and denied, "I love money and women, but I have a philanthropic heart and have donated money to many people."
"Whether it's you or not," Kiki Waltz stated, "I don't want to deepen the hatred."
Zhang Jing didn't expect this turn of events, and he just didn't want to intensify the conflict.
Isn’t it good to make money when you have time to do things? Isn’t sleepy Ortiz delicious? Aren’t you happy running scenes with your girlfriend?
"However," Kiki Waltz said again, "Although I am willing to settle the matter, my brother will not. He vowed to avenge Christopher, our parents and grandparents."
"Revenge is your business, just don't mess with me," Zhang Jing issued a clear warning, "Although I am a good person, it doesn't mean I don't have a gun."
Kiki Waltz nodded, "I'm just reminding you." 33
At this time, the waiter brought orange juice. Kiki Waltz had finished what he wanted to say and stood up to leave first.
"Wait a minute," Zhang Jing called to the woman in a khaki dress who was about to leave. "Please settle the bill. You asked me to meet, so you're treating me."
Kiki Waltz's expression froze slightly.
Originally she was very suspicious that Zhang Jing was the murderer, but now she saw that she was really overthinking it.
If such a stingy person is a murderer, she will act like swallowing a big sword.
Some people died, but not completely...
