The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Watching Jack disappear into the dense forest with his nimble figure, Danny sighed silently.

The last time he saw this "nephew", he was still a sickly teenager. In just a few short years, he had become completely unrecognizable.

"I'll go back to the court first." The blush on Kono's face had not yet faded while she was barefoot. Jack took her outdoor boots and put them in his bag because the guy said that Julie was wearing high heels when she escaped and he didn't want to have to carry her all the way out after finding her.

Although he has an Asian face, Kono, who grew up on the beach in Hawaii, would not blush for such a small thing, even if after taking off his boots people saw that he was wearing cartoon socks with holes on his toes, which he was reluctant to throw away.

Well, if it was the old man Danny or Cheng Hao, the cousin who was more than a generation older than me, it wouldn't be a big deal. In their eyes, I was just a wild girl who was good at fighting.

But if it was a guy who was about the same age as you and very handsome, looking at your two exposed toes with a half-smile in a daze, it would be really embarrassing.

This made Kono feel as embarrassed as the little boy who was bullied in the TV series and had his pants pulled down in front of the girl he liked, revealing the Dumbo cartoon underwear underneath.

"I remember you said that Jack is your brother's son, right?" Cheng Hao asked with a sly smile.

Danny didn't understand why he suddenly asked this and nodded subconsciously.

"So Jack, should you call Kono aunt? After all, you and I are brothers, and Kono is my cousin?"

Danny was confused by what Cheng Hao said and nodded subconsciously, but he didn't understand what he wanted to express until he saw Kono raising his middle finger as he turned and left.

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Jack naturally didn't know about the little episode here. At this moment, he was completely letting go of his senses, trying to find clues in the jungle.

The distinctive footprints left by high heels, the accidentally broken branches, the subtle sounds coming from afar, and even the faint smell of perfume and blood in the air.

As mentioned before, Oahu is the most developed of the Hawaiian Islands, and there is no pristine rainforest that has never been touched by humans.

Compared to the mangroves along the Mexican coast where I once walked for a whole night, or the small islands in Southeast Asia, the environment of the isolated Hawaiian Islands is quite good.

Apart from annoying mosquitoes, there are no nasty snakes or any large animals.

The only animals on Oahu that are larger than humans are the horses and cows at Kualoa Ranch, so the roads in the jungle were all trampled out by locals and tourists.

Jack is currently at the northern end of Oahu, where there are very few backpackers even for hiking. Tourists who like adventure usually choose the less developed Big Island of Hawaii or Kauai, which is full of indigenous culture.

So he just needed to let go of his senses, and it was not very difficult to find traces of someone passing through the woods two or three hours ago.

After walking in the jungle for nearly an hour, although the footprints left by the high heels disappeared half an hour ago, the footprints left by the outdoor boots behind had already turned to the fork in the road on the other side.

But following some loose pebbles and unclear small holes with some water seepage, Jack's progress became faster and faster until he came across a huge banyan tree and stopped.

After walking around the banyan tree for a while, Jack slightly twitched his nose and smelled a faint smell of blood. A smile appeared on his face, "What a smart girl."

Julie, who fled into the jungle, had already taken off her high heels and had been carefully stepping on small stones to try to cover her tracks, so the killers following her lost track of her.

Those loose pebbles and small pits on the dead branches and leaves that were slightly seeping with water were Julie's real footprints, but now all these traces have disappeared, which means that the girl is hiding nearby.

Jack walked half a circle around the banyan tree, which was so large that seven or eight people couldn't hug it together, observing the trunk to see if there were any signs of anyone climbing.

The surface of the bark was covered with slippery moss and fungi, and it was difficult for him to climb up even without the help of tools. So Jack pushed aside the countless aerial roots hanging from the banyan tree, held the trunk and looked down, and a sound of dripping water came into his ears.

There are also rivers in tropical jungles. These rivers appear and disappear like those in deserts. When it rains, they are rivers, but when it doesn’t rain, they become streams or even disappear.

The difference is that some rivers in the desert may only appear once a year and disappear in a month or even a few days, leaving only a dry riverbed or becoming an underground river.

The cycles of these rivers in the jungle are much more frequent, and may even be counted on a daily basis, especially on tropical islands like Hawaii, where it rains all year round, but some months have less rain, while other months have very heavy rainfall.

There is a small river like this under the big banyan tree. It hasn't rained today, and you can barely hear the sound of gurgling water.

The water flow dug a big hole at the root of the banyan tree, and countless hanging aerial roots blocked this place tightly, making it a good hiding place.

Jack jumped directly down, and his feet landed with a light sound. The deep jungle was by no means silent, as the chirping of various insects and birds was very noisy, but this light sound, which was different from the ambient sound, still caused a reaction from the people in the cave.

The heavy breathing sound indicated that the owner of the voice was in an extremely nervous state at the moment. Jack coughed lightly, "Julie Master?"

His breathing suddenly became heavier and more rapid, and Jack could only add, "Come out, you're safe, I'm a police officer."

The only response he got was the sound of rapid breathing. After a while, a woman's nervous voice came, "The same thing happened to the two before."

Jack was speechless for a moment. He turned on the flashlight and shone it inside. A girl in a goose yellow shirt was holding a piece of broken glass and looking outside with a vigilant look.

The girl's entire body was wet, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or water. Her arms and shirt sleeves were stained with blood, and blood was still dripping from her right hand that was holding the broken glass.

"If I were a bad guy, I would just shoot right now. After all, the killers' mission is to kill and silence people, not kidnap."

Jack tried hard to present facts and reason with women, and when he met a rational woman, he was more willing to spend a little more time talking.

As he said this, he pushed aside the vines, bent down and slowly walked into the cave, found a clean stone, put down his backpack, and took out Kono's outdoor boots from it, "I think you need this now, right?

Although there are no poisonous snakes in the Hawaiian jungle, there are centipedes and the like, so I suggest you put on your boots first, and then I will treat your wound."