In the bedroom late at night, the phone ringing suddenly rang, and Solan suddenly woke up from his sleep. Nina, who was lying on her, was even more sleepy and raised her head.

"What's the matter? Hang up the phone so late?"

"Who knows, is it because someone suddenly came to me in China?"

Solan didn't rush to answer the caller. He sat up first, touched Nina's black hair, and then he picked up the phone close to the bedside and looked at the caller ID.

"How is it, who came here?"

Nina really didn't wake up at all. The passion of a night consumed too much energy. She looked at the bedside table in a daze. It seemed that she had only slept for less than half an hour. Where did the bastard come from? She hung up the phone just after the arrival of the second half of the night. I wonder if that was the time to sleep the most?

"Soran?" But seeing that Solan neither answered himself nor did he answer the phone immediately, Nina was impatient by the ringtone: "Whose phone number, your colleague, is it Gotham's person?"

Solan stared at the call reminder, silently stroked Nina's hair, but still didn't answer, but he still connected his cell phone.

Nina was pressed by a big hand on the underside of her boyfriend's chest and could not look up. It is true that this will help her return to sleep, and her boyfriend is also very considerate, artificially controlling the beating of her heart, making her chest and abdominal muscles warm as usual, but if she really falls asleep now...

"Don't joke with me."

Above her head, her boyfriend's magnetic voice was rarely so serious: "She has no reason to go there in the middle of the night, let alone encounter such a mess you said. What do you mean?"

After a brief speech, although his warm chest did not fluctuate, Nina completely awakened.

"What did you say!?"

The next second, Solan suddenly straightened up, and Nina could not even lie on him, but Solan had no time to care about her, and just held the phone, her face was extremely serious.

"Let your minion stay where he is, stay where he is!"

The next second, Solan killed his phone with one hand. The buttons were so powerful that it made people suspect that he had stabbed the screen!

"What happened?" Seeing this, Nina was no longer sleepy and had no time to think about it, and her expression became equally serious: "Is anyone in danger?"

"My partner." Solan said simply, turning over and getting out of bed, quickly picking up her pants: "She encountered a zombie incident and was taken away by the fuck! Bastard bastard bastard bastard!"

"What!?"

No matter how Nina responded, Solan had no time to pay attention to it at this moment. He flashed his figure and put all his clothes neatly in the next second, which was outrageously fast. Since he came to the hotel directly from the police station, he was naturally still wearing a police uniform at this moment, but he was too lazy to pay attention to the issue of observing laws and regulations. In the next second, he teleported to the window and pushed it away.

Until now, Nina even had time to jump out of bed.

"Are you arrested? Do you mean kidnapping or what does it mean? Who is the murderer? You just mentioned the zombie incident? That shouldn't be direct... direct..."

"I'll talk to you in detail later, I'll leave first."

Solan jumped up the window and looked back and gave a look of peace of mind: "It's just a group of clowns jumping. I'll go back, just stay in the hotel with peace of mind."

The next second, he jumped down from the tall building.

Everything happened too quickly. Nina quickly walked to the window and looked down. At the height of thirty floors, Solan had easily and steadily landed on the ground. It was early morning, so there was no need to worry about the doorman problem, so the next second, he disappeared directly.

Nina looked down at a height of hundreds of feet and saw a phantom passing through the street quickly. In the blink of an eye, it reached the end of her sight. At such an exaggerated speed, Bolt was just a joke!

“Is ‘she’ right?”

Shirley Harbour, the name suddenly came into Nina's mind, including the petite blonde figure in the queue in front of the coffee shop. She actually made Solan so anxious. Although it was indeed related to her partner's life and death, she stood alone in front of the bed, her pair of willow eyebrows still frowned meaningfully.

...

City of Redmond.

Solan ran here all the way. Compared to driving, he arrived ten times faster at this moment. His destination was the entrance of a lane in the commercial area.

It was a lane again, and it was related to the same person. He tried his best to block all the mixed emotions and just arrived quickly.

For the last turn, the next second, he stopped on a sidewalk.

The ground was covered with corpses, without the flowing blood, only a few dark red colors covered the ground, and the smell of rottenness spread around.

Scarlet internal organs were everywhere, and a pale white-haired man stood here with scarlet eyes.

At this time, he was carrying a broom and dustpan, putting a long-handled giant axe aside, and sweeping the ground with a scrubbing sound. However, his task was not those corpses, which were being handled by a thin, bald man, who looked like a monkey. He was responsible for collecting the worms that were scattered all over the ground, and the sack next to him was already half full.

"So, two minions are right?"

Solan stood on the sidewalk, ten feet apart, and said sternly: "I'm Solan Adams, you two should explain to me quickly, what the hell is going on!"

The strong man was still sweeping the ground, while the bald young man carrying the corpse immediately let go, shook the stains on his gloves, and jogged towards Solan quickly.

"Hello, Mr. Adams." He said carefully, with his back slightly bowed, his voice and eyes appearing to be a shrewd ghost: "My name is Elro, and I am honored to see you. The lady has ordered us to collect the smell of the kidnapper and your partner policeman on the spot. Please pack this box."

The man named Ero bent over and presented a box with great respect on his hands. The dark red wooden texture looked not much different from the ring box.

Solan came to Erro in an instant and opened the box. The box contained a piece of obsidian the size of a fingernail. Mysterious luster flashed on the edges and corners, as if countless popular ones were passing through the night sky.

"Ero, right? I'll convey my gratitude."

Solan took out the stone and took a deep breath.

The next second, his eyes turned red and his golden vertical pupils suddenly appeared.

The bald man named Ero and the strong man subconsciously took a step back, showing fear on his face.

The sky is extremely clear and the air is extremely fresh. Every airflow molecule in the space is clearly audible.

Solan clearly felt that two scents had gathered here and left here together, the direction was west, and the distance was very far away. Among these two scents, one of them was Shirley's, which was the inherent impression left by his partner side by side for many days, while the other was much stranger, but it seemed to be heard.

With the help of this obsidian, Solan's memory was unprecedentedly clear. He quickly realized that he had indeed come into contact with the second smell. The other party was the puppet master he met in the Olympic Park that day. He was really a guy who didn't love to give up. After being seriously injured and lurking for so long, he actually caused such a disgusting feeling to him as soon as he got up!

“…It seems that it’s still an old place.”

Solan stopped looking up at the sky, held the obsidian in his hand, and handed the box back to the bald man Ero.

Erro shrank his shoulders and looked even thinner: "No, Mr. Adams, Miss, this box is also for you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, then that's it."

The ring box was thrown back to Erro's hand. He didn't dare to say anything anymore, but nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, Mr. Adams, I will convey it to the lady, then you see..."

"Now I'm too lazy to worry about your troubles, get out!"

After shouting, Solan's figure disappeared from the spot. At the same time, a fierce wind swept across the audience, instantly gathering countless nematodes within a radius of more than ten feet, pushing them all into an open space.

The nematodes are obviously dead, and they are soft and collapse into a pile. They just need to shovel into the woven bag.

“Uh…uh…”

The strong man held a broom and leaned against his long-handled axe, feeling a little confused about the sudden loss of work. But the perpetrator was obviously no longer in place. Solan ran around the scene for a few laps and had already returned to the west.

Erro patted the strong man on the shoulder and touched his bare head.

"Brother, you should say thank you now."

The strong man blinked, as if he had found the backbone.

"Oh...thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold snorted from afar.

"Don't be polite!"
Chapter completed!