"Is it acupuncture?" said the middle-aged man in glasses: "I have done traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture, hey, it feels very good."

"Acupuncture is just one of the methods of traditional Chinese medicine." Zuo Xiaoyou said: "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching. By looking at the patient's complexion, listening to the patient's voice, asking the patient's symptoms, and touching the patient's wrist pulse with your fingers, you can know what symptoms the patient has, even more accurate than current medical devices."

"Oh, the magical Chinese medicine." The two agents were amazed. The middle-aged man in glasses pointed to the "Compendium of Materia Medica" and asked: "Does this book record those magical medical skills?"

"No." Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head: "This is just the Chinese medicine's understanding of medicine. The means of confirming the disease can only be learned in professional medical schools, and only the superficial can be learned within ten years. If you want to reach a certain level, it is not possible to study hard without thirty years."

"Thirty years?" The two agents exclaimed again, and the middle-aged man in glasses said: "If my son goes to study Chinese medicine, maybe by the time he finishes his studies, I will be old."

"So traditional Chinese medicine is not easy to promote." Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head: "A person, even if he spends his whole life, can only learn one or two Chinese medicine skills. If a person lives long enough and can live for a thousand years, I believe that the traditional Chinese medicine skills he has learned can definitely cure any disease in the world."

"This is impossible." The middle-aged man in glasses shook his head: "It is impossible for humans to live that long."

"So traditional Chinese medicine is difficult to promote." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled and said, "You said, if I defeated the God of Death, then is it possible for me to live forever? Because even the God of Death can't kill me, what else in the world can kill me?"

"I believe time can kill anyone." The middle-aged man in glasses smiled and said, "No one can escape the shackles of time."

"If you can get rid of it, you are God." The black agent smiled and said, "Then you don't have to be afraid of death."

"Actually, I'm not afraid." Zuo Xiaoyou opened the book: "I just don't want Claire to worry."

Looking at Zuo Xiaoyou's breeze and clouds, the two agents looked at each other and both felt admiration for the oriental boy.

Should we say that we are worthy of being a Chinese? We are indeed not afraid of death.

A gust of wind blew, and some leaves were brought in from the cracks in the door.

The black agent walked to the window and looked out. A flash of lightning struck the sky and struck a tree. When struck by lightning, the tree instantly burned, and what's worse was that the tree was very close to the wooden house.

"oh shit!" The black agent turned his head and asked Zuo Xiaoyou: "Have we considered the possibility that lightning would strike the wooden house?"

There is a quietness in the cabin.

"Run!" The three of them rushed out of the hut together!

Crack bang

A thick lightning flashed in the middle of the wooden house, and the wooden house burned almost instantly.

"uk! The door cannot be opened." The black agent closest to the door pulled the door handle hard, but found that the handle was tightly fixed and could not be opened at all.

"Crash the door!" There was nothing to think about at this time. Zuo Xiaoyou immediately hit the door with two agents.

The wooden door could not withstand the impact of the three people, and collapsed with a bang. The three finally escaped in time, but the wooden house that had been cleaned up for the afternoon was also finished.

Looking at the wooden house that had turned into ashes, Zuo Xiaoyou turned his head and said to the two agents: "It seems that you are going to arrange your residence for me."

The two agents' faces were gray.

"It's terrible to dance with death," said the black agent.

"We should be glad. At least we are still alive." The middle-aged glasses have good psychological qualities. They wiped the dirty glasses and put them on the bridge of their noses again. They looked at Zuo Xiaoyou: "Chinese boy, do you want to consider returning to China? Maybe our Western God of Death really can't cross the sea to go to the east to perform missions."

"Stop kidding." Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head: "I won't give my life to planes and ships."

“In fact, the safety of aircraft and cruise ships is very high.”

"But it's the hardest to save after an accident."

Zuo Xiaoyou's words left the middle-aged man with glasses speechless.

Aircraft and steamship are two types of transportation with the highest safety, but unfortunately they are also the two types of transportation with the greatest difficulty in searching and rescuing after an accident. After experiencing the last plane explosion, Zuo Xiaoyou did not want to hand over his life to the god of death so quickly.

"Okay!" said the middle-aged man in glasses, "Then where are you going now? Your girlfriend's house? Or come back to the police station with us?"

"Go to the police station!" Zuo Xiaoyou said: "Please prepare a bed for me in the interrogation room, thank you."

"You are the first person to ask for an extra bed in the interrogation room."

"There will be a second one in the future."

...

The next morning, Claire and Alex came to the police station and met Zuo Xiaoyou who looked pretty good.

"Left!" Claire hugged Zuo Xiaoyou tightly, feeling excited: "God, you're fine, it's great."

"It makes you worry." Zuo Xiaoyou comforted Claire, turned his head to look at Alex, Carter and Billy, and nodded: "I'm fine."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, Alex asked, "Left, what happened last night?"

"The wooden house was struck by lightning and caught fire." Zuo Xiaoyou said.

"oh shit!" Everyone was upset, Alex said: "It seems that we should avoid the list of Death. We must be waterproof, electricityproof, fireproof, and shockproof... Damn, Death has too many methods!"

"There is no need to be upset." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled slightly: "Instead of thinking so much, it is better to think about something positive. For example, I successfully avoided the pursuit of death and I survived, right?"

"Hey, this is really good news." Billy grinned: "Zuo has said long ago that the Western God of Death has no right to interfere with his life and death. Perhaps the God of Death has no way to deal with Zuo, and Zuo is in front to help us block the God of Death. We are all safe. Hahaha, it's great, it's great."

Everyone looked at Billy with strange eyes, and Billy's scalp was numb when he was seen: "Am I wrong?"

"No." Zuo Xiaoyou patted Claire's back and said, "Billy, you are right. The Western God of Death has no jurisdiction over me, an Easterner, but I am standing between him and you again. I think he can only threaten me, but cannot kill me."

Looking around everyone: "Maybe I should congratulate you, you are all safe."

Everyone smiled, but no one took it seriously, and only regarded this as Zuo Xiaoyou's comfort to them.

"Left." The black agent came over and said, "Now there is a question, are you going back with them? Or stay here?"

"Of course I have to go back!" Claire hugged Zuo Xiaoyou excitedly and said, "Zuo. You don't know how worried I was when I heard the news of your accident. I was almost crazy."

"Okay, Claire, calm down. I have really said it many times, I will not die. You should believe me. But after I said it so many times, you have never believed me." Zuo Xiaoyou said helplessly: "You would rather believe the news of a phone call than believe what I said, I am very disappointed."

"No, Left. I don't believe you...I..." Claire was a little incoherent.

"Ok, Claire, I understand." Zuo Xiaoyou pressed his shoulders and said seriously: "I will say it again last time, believe me! I will definitely not die, you will not die, and we will not die."

Holding Claire's face in both hands, he patted hard: "Do you understand?"

Claire's cheek was a little painful when he was patted, but the pain just made her calm down. Looking at Zuo Xiaoyou's reassuring eyes, Claire nodded vigorously: "I believe in you!"

"That's right." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled slightly, turned his head to the black agent and said, "I still live here, but I need a private space."

"The police station will not have private space." The black agent shook his head.

“So too?”

"Okay! You won."

The black agent went to report, and then the police station arranged an independent detention room with a bathroom.

Although the prisons in the United States are overcrowded, there is still room for detention. Zuo Xiaoyou's detention room is pretty good. It not only has a bed, a bathroom, and a TV... I heard that this is for the suspects of the big shots, Zuo Xiaoyou took advantage of it.

"Are you satisfied?" asked the black agent.

"Thank you." Zuo Xiaoyou said.

"No need to thank you. We just want to use you to observe the god of death." The black agent told the reason very clearly. This did not make Zuo Xiaoyou and everyone feel disgusted, and it would be good for both parties.

"Waterproof, electricity-proof, fire-proof, shock-proof." said the black agent: "If something happens, then we have no choice."

"No, there is a way," Claire said: "Put the entire room in a cotton pad. All the sharp places are covered. No matter who comes in, you must search in advance. Nothing that can cause accidents are allowed to be carried in, so that you can be foolproof."

Everyone was conquered by Claire's idea, and Zuo Xiaoyou also sighed that it was Claire. He said all the methods she used in the second part of the series. But wasn't it too early?

"That's too cautious." Zuo Xiaoyou shook his head: "I need a few more opportunities to test. Is Death only threatening me? Or can it really kill me?"

"Left, this is not smart," Claire said.

"There is an old Chinese saying." Zuo Xiaoyou smiled slightly: "Smartness is mistaken by intelligence. In fact, sometimes the smarter a person is, the more he will be killed by his own intelligence. Human calculations are never as good as God's calculations."

"Zuo, what are you talking about?" Billy said stupidly: "I didn't understand." He turned his head and asked everyone: "Where are you?"

Everyone shook their heads: "We don't understand either."

"It is better to live a simpler life," Zuo Xiaoyou said helplessly: "Thinking too much will only make you worry."

"Oh." I understood everything this time.

"The Chinese people's minds are so complicated. They can clearly explain them clearly, why do they have to be so profound?" Billy, who has a simple mind, expressed strong doubts.

"Maybe the Chinese are too smart, so they created this language similar to codes." Carter guessed.

You guys are really enough!

...

Because nothing happened, Alex and the other three left quickly, only Claire stayed.

"Your breakfast." Claire bought two beef pots, which were pretty good with Coke.

"Thank you." Zuo Xiaoyou asked, "Have you eaten?"

"No." Claire said: "I'll eat it when I go back."

Zuo Xiaoyou's eyes softened and stuffed one of the beef pots to her: "I can't eat so much, we each one."

A smile crawled over Claire's face: "Left, you are such a gentleman."

"Did you just find out?" Zuo Xiaoyou smiled slightly: "Eat quickly!"

After having a simple breakfast, Claire took Zuo Xiaoyou's hundreds of millions of descendants and left with some difficulty.

Zuo Xiaoyou took a shower, solved the physiological burden, lay in bed with a refreshed mood, and fell asleep quickly.
To be continued...