The destination has finally arrived.

Solan walked into the forensic office with Shirley on his back and with Arya.

"You brought her."

Mai was sitting on a chair, with long, straight and black hair hanging down, and the end of the white coat showed jeans and high-heeled sandals, with a calm expression, as if everything was under control.

Solan smiled bitterly and carried Shirley to an anatomical table: "I can't bring it over. I don't know where her home is. The girl is still sleeping. She is really tired tonight."

In this gap, Arya had already rushed into the lounge in the inner room, and on the single bed, Ravi Hawkins, who was lying flat, happened to make a sound.

"Mai...Mai...Hmm...Mai..."

Laying down on Shirley, Solan just raised half of his arms and immediately frozen.

"What does this gay mean?"

Mai raised her slender eyebrows lightly, had a clear smile on the corner of her mouth, and slowly took a cup of coffee, with elegant movements.

"It's no big deal. The long night just passed by him."

Then as she wished, Solan's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot: "You are really like...she. Forget it, what does it mean on the phone? Is there anything I can't tell on the phone? Is it necessary to call me here?"

At that time, Arya was still looking around the office director on the bed, keeping looking at him.

Ravi was obviously in a state of sleeplessness, his eyes blinked normally, but his pupils were obviously dispersed. A few strands of hair were missing on the back of his head, and there were many red spots with thick pore lines, which were needed for drilling holes in external surgical equipment. Even Arya could see clearly that in order to avoid the unknown sequelae caused by Solan's forced hypnosis, this different memory surgery did not cause him to suffer lightly.

Poor office director, Arya clasped his hands together and bowed three times, having fun.

Here, the adults started working.

"Show you my recent research results and solemnly inform you of the possible consequences of rashly eliminating that puppet master."

In fact, the objects had been placed on the open, including the computer, an inexplicable instrument connected to it, and the nematode in the Petri dish. Solan obediently moved a stool to sit down, waiting for Ma Yi to start teaching.

Zombies like puppet masters are really rare. Solan can show off his strength, but he also knows in his heart that even if he has drunk more blood than others has eaten, puppet masters are ultimately a group of secrets. Since he has met them, there is no reason not to study them carefully, but this task is not what he is good at. After a period of time, Mai really lives up to what he hopes, and has really come to some results?

"These nematodes obviously connect with each other through mental networks."

Mai knocked on the computer screen. The display similar to the electrocardiogram on it was not something Solan could understand, but the basic information could still be understood. The weak curve fluctuations of a dying person were really hard to feel threatening.

"Single nematodes obviously cannot have much mental power, but they are better than many. You have killed many such zombies. You should have a number of storage in each corpse, right?"

Solan recalled easily and nodded, "Just talking about the battle tonight, Arya has been cutting the zombies of the walking zombies. I can hardly see my brain, all of them are clusters of nematodes emerging out. To be honest, fortunately, I could set fire, otherwise I would have let these things hide all over the mountains and fields... Now think about it, maybe that Walker was accidentally entered by a nematode?"

There are really limited clues at hand, and there are countless speculations, but Solan cannot determine which one is true. Years of police career and specific circumstances have made him numerous examples he can give, but which one is reliable? Ordinary murderers have limited methods after all, but if they are replaced by zombies, especially these extremely rare puppet masters, it is not too much to guess the possibility with the attitude of treating aliens.

"Well...so, after you burned the first zombies... it was dozens of them, and I observed a very interesting phenomenon here."

Mai temporarily moved the equipment in the harbor container here. After printing the "electrocardiogram", Mai handed one of them to Solan.

The dense curve fluctuations with extremely high amplitude are definitely not something you can see in the hospital, but just like the performance diagram of the mechanical hard disk when transmitting data at high speed. This pattern prints a length of ten feet. Solan grinned and stretched the drawings, and then stared at the Petri dish on the workbench.

"You mean, this is what you detected from here when I was burning those zombies...what is it?

It is obvious at a glance that until now, the nematode in the vessel is connected with wires and penetrates into the strange machine next to it. However, at this moment, there is really nothing to see in the "ECG". The wavy lines are more boring than the sea surface when the calmest waves are, and they are like inland lakes.

"A spiritual network like this kind of group symbiotic must have a master control center. Just like our Internet cannot have a server center. The conclusion that can be drawn is that that center is the puppet master you killed."

Mai said the creepy content lightly, but she was not in a hurry to inform Solan on the scene. After a long time of trouble, she poured beans into the bamboo tube and spit out the subsequent crisis. As expected, Solan's bitter expression greatly pleased her.

"So, we have at least a 50% chance of encountering a possibility that all zombies controlled by him will lose control after he dies. Of course, he cannot let soldiers hang out on the streets, in the cemetery, in the sewer pipes, and Mount Olympus you have traveled tonight are all possible garrisons. In addition, we need to spread this information, after all, no one can be sure that he brought all the zombies to Seattle."

What a big basket, no need for Ma Yi to explain it in detail, Solan knew very well.

"Tonight is not Black Monday, right... so I'm really in trouble!? That guy said I don't know what I'm doing, it turns out that's what I meant!?"

He actually had the heart to ask, and Mai replied with a sigh and said, "Now, it's useless to recall those things. The question we should consider at this moment is, if my speculation comes true, how much impact will the aftermath have caused? Considering that he has brought a large number of zombies to Seattle, maybe you have wiped out all of them, and maybe there are some stored somewhere in this city. They have not yet rioted, so we'd better pull out all the cancers before that."

Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. Ma Yi didn't add this sentence, but the meaning was very obvious.

For a moment, the room fell into silence, only Ravi Hawkins' occasional "mai" floated up, while Arya started to pay attention to the corpse cabinet, staring at them for a long time, and just wanted to finish the last speech.

Mai continued to fiddle with the computer, quietly observing the calm curve fluctuations. The program has been set, and the printer will start immediately when the peak reaches the specified height.

Finally, Solan sighed.

"Fortunately, we are still here in this city. As long as the situation does not exceed control, no matter how troubles are, it can be solved."

After tapping the last letter, Mai looked back, her eyes still remained so calm.

"So? I can broadcast the disaster warning at any time, but this is the worst. Once the group of zombies in Europe find out, you actually killed a puppet master... None of us wants to experience it again in the Paris Cemetery, right?"

The atmosphere seemed a bit stalemate, and Arya no longer stared at the corpse cabinet, found a corner to squat, and declared that she was not present.

"Paris Cemetery, Humph, I was so angry that I was burning the cat and dogs in the end." Solan smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "Issuing a disaster warning. Since someone has given me a sniffing stone, she must also know how to handle the funeral. I am now a harmless little policeman, carrying my young girl partners around the streets every day. Leave those troubles that are not available to those who love to worry about themselves!"

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the exit and waved his arm at Mai in a large way.

Mai took a deep breath silently.

"Okay, but if this brings Seattle more out of the way, don't blame me for not reminding you."

As she said that, she opened a locked drawer on her left hand. The USB flash drive and a tablet two-in-one computer were pulled out.
Chapter completed!