Liang Jieyang may just have no intention of chatting with Si Jing, or she may be thinking about her son who will be born in the future.
What surprised Zhang Jing was that Liu Xiaolu had an IQ of 145? ? ?
It can still be inherited, what is the probability?
No matter what the probability is, if twenty children are born in a row, two children with IQs of 145 will always be born.
If we meet again next time, we can have an in-depth communication.
Running trains in their minds, Zhang Jing and Liang Jieyang returned to the Dahua Hotel after dinner.
The house in Xiangjiang was too expensive, so Zhang Jing didn't buy it. Liang Jieyang has been staying in hotels, which feels very convenient.
While Zhang Jing and his girlfriend were studying the structure of the human body, Christopher's sister, Kiki Waltz, who was already dead, appeared.
In the family castle, I met my eldest brother, Rudy Waltz, who had returned from the army.
There is a two-year age difference between the two. Judging from appearance alone, Kiki Waltz is much younger than his brother.
One is fair and tender, the other is tanned dark brown.
"You didn't find the murderer?" Rudy Waltz, who had dark brown skin and a strong body, had a rich voice that echoed in the main hall of the castle.
"Our brother appointed Ray Milgert to go to Khartoum and assassinate Jack Zhang;
This is the information I learned from the only living member of Ray Milgert's team. "
Kiki Waltz sat on the dark brown sofa and introduced, "After the order was given, our brother hid in the castle and stayed behind closed doors."
Then Kiki Waltz introduced Zhang Jing’s situation.
"Ray Milgert is a master who retired from the special department of the Yin Kingdom. Where are the others?"
"Missing, most likely dead."
"Have you met Jack Zhang," Rudy Waltz asked doubtfully, "Is he really that good?"
"On the contrary," Kiki Waltz shook his head, "I don't think Jack Zhang is the murderer. He is a man who doesn't even care about ten dollars. No one will work for him."
"Some people's appearances are highly deceptive," Rudy Waltz reminded his sister. "At present, Jack Zhang is the most suspect."
Kiki Waltz nodded. On the surface, this was indeed the case.
"I plan to meet Jack Zhang," Rudy Waltz stomped back and forth on the other side of the coffee table, "to determine whether he is the murderer."
"What if he is the murderer?" Qiqi asked.
"There is no evidence, and the law cannot do anything about it," Rudy Waltz said firmly, "but if it is Jack Zhang, he and his family will be buried with him."
Kiki Waltz nodded in agreement.
After briefly discussing countermeasures, Rudy Waltz left home and planned to fly to Los Angeles.
There was no one else in the large main hall of the castle. Kiki Waltz took out a recording pen from his pocket.
Pressing the replay button, it was the conversation between her and her brother Rudy just now.
After hesitating for seven or eight minutes, with his heart pounding and his teeth gritted, Qiqi, who had long, wavy blond hair, sent the recording to Zhang Jing.
Yes, Kiki Waltz also wants to experience what it's like to be a 'Count'.
I was very busy at night, so Zhang Jing didn't see the recorded message immediately. He saw and heard it ten hours later.
105 has enough intelligence to understand that Kiki Waltz intends to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
After sitting on the toilet and thinking for three or four minutes, Zhang Jing decided to fly to Los Angeles and planned to meet Rudy Waltz in person.
Say goodbye to Liang Jieyang, get on the plane in the morning, and arrive 18 hours later.
It was still the same place, next to the abandoned track, in a cafe full of tourists, Zhang Jing met Rudy Waltz.
This is also a blond man, about 1.8 meters tall, with dark brown skin, and he looks burly.
"Jack Zhang."
"it's me."
"Do you know why I came to you?"
"I know," Zhang Jing said with a helpless expression, "What I want to say is that I am a free treasure hunter;
I will never stand if I can sit, and I will never sit if I can lie down. Although your brother wants to kill me, I still don’t want to make a grudge against him. "
"This sentence alone cannot clear your suspicion."
Zhang Jing didn't plan to say more, so he put his cell phone on the small dining table and clicked on the recording sent by the blond big wave Qiqi.
'....There is no evidence and the law cannot do anything about it, but if it is Jack Zhang, he and his family will be buried with him. '
The recording ends with Rudy Waltz's threatening voice.
Zhang Jing defended himself again, "I am really innocent. First I was assassinated by your brother, and then I was forcibly used by your sister."
Rudy Waltz was silent and turned away as if he was lost.
After watching Rudy walk out of the cafe, Zhang Jing looked at the waiter.
He just looked at the waiter without shouting.
The girl in work clothes received Zhang Jing's look, walked over and asked with a smile on her face, "Good afternoon, sir, what do you need?"
"Good afternoon. Please give me two glasses of orange juice and a cranberry cookie. Thank you."
'Please' and 'thank you' are commonly used phrases when ordering food. Forget it, it's better to bring them with you.
Orange juice and biscuits were prepared in advance and served quickly.
"I wish you a good appetite," the waitress whispered as she put down the biscuits, "You are the most handsome Asian man I have ever seen, bar none."
"Yeah," Zhang Jing immediately invited, "What time will you get off work? If you have any activities in the evening, take me with you."
"Maybe not," said the cheerful girl, "I like motorcycles, but there are a few idiots among the people I play with who are racist."
Zhang Jing understands.
Some Citizen people will never go abroad in their entire lives, and they cannot receive information from the outside. They still believe that the earth is flat, and they are very superstitious. It is not surprising that they are racially discriminatory.
Not wanting to make himself unhappy, Zhang Jing said nonchalantly: "I'd better play by myself."
The waitress smiled slightly, turned and left.
The default juice is ice juice, which does not taste very good and is slightly astringent.
The biscuits are crispy and fragrant, and taste almost the same as those made by Slan.
Just when Zhang Jing was about to finish eating and return to the farm, Xiao Yunyun, wearing a long black dress with sequins, sat across from the small dining table for the second time.
There were two female doglegs beside him, and they sat down at the table next to them.
With interesting eyes, Xiao Yunyun looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Do you like this cafe very much?"
Zhang Jing didn't want to talk to 'Niu'.
"Believe it or not, I bought it," said Xiao Yunyun, who was about 1.65 meters tall and slightly chubby when Zhang Jing ignored her. "From now on, anyone can come, but you won't be allowed to come in to eat."
Zhang Jing doesn't really like Yiy Cafe, just because its name is easy to remember and the location is easy to find.
Being idle and bored, he deliberately provoked Xiao Yunyun and said, "I bet you can't buy it."
"What if I bought it," Xiao Yunyun asked, "What did you lose to me?"
"How about a kiss?"
Heaven proved that Zhang Jing had no other intentions for Xiao Yunyun. He had even given Wen Li a kiss on the cheek earlier.
There is no other reason, just two words - cheap.
Add four extra words - easy cashing.
But Xiao Yunyun didn't know Zhang Jingkou and thought he was teasing her on purpose. They met and teased her twice. Was he so brave?
"Are you tired of living?" Xiao Yunyun's expression was fierce, "Believe it or not, I will dig out your grandfather!"
Zhang Jing rolled his eyes, "As if you don't have an ancestral grave."
"Haha..." Xiao Yunyun smiled happily, "Burial at sea, you go dig it up."
Zhang Jing's expression was dark, and there was really nothing he could do about it.
Some people died, but not completely...
