"So, in fact, Mrs. Martha Walker was also infected with nematodes."

In the corridor of the hospital, Solan played with a Cuban cigar and sniffed two mouthfuls from time to time. At the nurse station not far away, the nurse on duty occasionally looked at him with vigilant eyes. Although it was not ignited, this behavior was very annoying.

"That is, when O'Leyle Walker was happy to do his special business in the beef shop, Martha was also an insider, or even a participant. It was just that because there was no evidence of guilt at home, no matter how much she was questioned, she could be completely punished. We let the tiger go back to the mountain."

Solan's voice was very low, just for Shirley, who was sitting next to him to hear it clearly. At this time, the night was getting darker. Since Lyon had no family in Seattle, they simply signed at night. At this time, the lights in the corridor were dim and there were no outsiders around, but Solan still had to lower the volume, because the quieter the place, the more obvious the sound it sounded.

"But recently, the number of missing cases received by the bureau has not increased."

Shirley also spoke softly, her voice as if she was dreaming, and her expression was focused, and she also felt a sense of erratic. She really hoped that she was dreaming, and she had hoped the night before yesterday. Year's life was refreshed in just a short time, and she was already very strong without asking for leave.

"Yes, although there are many sporadic murders, the disappearances have not changed yet." Solan's voice was very strong, because it made the listener feel particularly at ease: "But it cannot be ruled out that it was Martha Walker who was raising his energy. After all, her husband's case was only Zhou Xuqian. I believe that it would be hard enough to repeatedly repair the glass smashed by his neighbor during this period. Only an idiot would do it if he committed a crime against the wind."

But Shirley was still full of uneasiness. She nodded slightly and couldn't help asking, "Will it really become so fast?"

"you mean?"

"The couple, that is, they were converted on the day of the fire, right? Then they were killed by you by O'Leary Walker, for only three or four days in total? In such a short time, they were converted, and they killed dozens of neighbors and regular customers in one go... As for this quick?"

Solan smiled bitterly and shook his head, and looked at the door of Lyon Rose's ward. Lucky son accidentally encountered a zombie who was not completely transformed, and was actually knocked and snatched. He was extremely lucky. He was so concussional and blood-congested that he would be unconscious for a long time because of the impact of an explosion. He was comparable to the Hollywood male protagonist.

He looked at Shirley again, smiled and asked one by one, "You want to ask me why he killed so many people so 'em anxious', right?"

Shirley nodded, looking puzzled, but said for granted: "Is there anyone who forces him to kill him one day or one day three or four days? Uh... It feels strange to do this, but from the perspective of the murderer, he really has nothing to worry about, right?"

Solan smiled softly again, which made Shirley feel dissatisfied and coquettish.

The hospital environment is in the middle of the night, in the dim corridor, and the white-clothed nurses in the distance are shadows. A young man and woman are guarding the corridor with the smell of disinfectant water. Facing the closed ward doors, talking about the topic of walking zombies. This atmosphere is terrifying, but it completely failed to scare Shirley. The questions raised seriously attracted laughter. She was so coquettish that she was stress-free.

"Did you forget all the settings of "The Walking Dead"?" Solan smiled sincerely and even hung up a pair of pretty cute dimples: "Or any zombie movies are OK. Zombies eat when they see people. When did you see them not do this? But when did you really shout "So hungry" when you see them?"

What I got was such an answer. Shirley's expression was wonderful. The unbelievable sense of comic was mixed with incredible, but she still had a vague enlightenment: "It seems...it's like this...but...but...but..."

"Time, Shirley, you just need a little time now."

Solan lowered his voice again, raised his hand and gently put it on Shirley's shoulder, and then stroked it. The girl is not old and has just graduated from the second grade of undergraduate student. She has fantasy on weekdays. She really has something to do and needs careful care.

"The world you are exposed to is a long-standing existence with a thousand years of history and development with human civilization. We survive, we reproduce, we evolve, and our development. Many secrets are not fully aware of, and even we ourselves cannot know all about it. What you need now is time."

Solan's voice seemed to have magical magic. When Shirley listened, she felt that she was really relaxed a lot.

"Time...you know." She almost hummed and made a sound, her body was a little weak: "I have no one to reveal such a big secret except you, but you are not responsible at all... Hum..."

With the last moan, Shirley was also releasing the pressure accumulated in the past two days. Solan smiled bitterly, knowing that the most appropriate way for her at this time was to be silent than sound. She didn't say a word of nonsense, just stroked Shirley's back.

But there is nothing, but there is nothing? I think about it and know that it is nothing more than just not explaining it in a long way immediately afterwards, and then the Prince Charming took Cinderella to another world for one day.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong."

He delivered a belated apology with both hands: "I shouldn't have been spending all other trivial matters that night, and forgot you. I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never make any more next time, I'm wrong, I will definitely not make any next time, I promise, I promise, I promise."

"Anatomy table..."

Shirley looked at him quietly. The lights in the hospital corridor were dim and orange. Her light-colored eyes seemed to emit golden light, making Solan's eyes straight.

"That night, you put me on the dissection table of the forensic doctor's office and then left me alone... There was no one there at that time... There was a huge corpse cabinet next to me... This is the first time I came down, you know... Solan..."

Dark circles, dark circles, have attracted the attention of colleagues since yesterday morning, and the dark circles that can still be found now. Solan moaned weakly. The girl cares most about her image. Shirley has never mentioned it again until now, but she must have blamed him in her heart.

"I think we'd better deal with social security issues first." The girl who was emotional was not the object of reasoning, and a simple apology would never be useful. Solan knew it well, so he quickly stood up and changed the topic.

"Martha Walker, since we all know that she must have been attacked by nematodes, what are you waiting for? Do you have to wait until she starts killing people before working?"

The topic was so diverting that it was speechless. Shirley had a gloomy face and wanted to use her emotions to do something else, but after hearing Solan's words, her expression immediately became serious.

"Yes, Martha Walker, it's time for us to deal with her problem."

She quickly got up, lifted up her down vest, checked the gun on her waist: "But Solan, you must not take the regular route in this matter? I mean, let's deal with her privately?"

She thought it was very correct and worthy of praise, but she actually discussed this issue with herself seriously. Solan really wanted to laugh, but she still held it in: "I will deal with it privately, and you can only watch it for a moment. Those zombies do not pose a threat to me at all, but if you rush in stupidly, I don't guarantee that she will not slap your neck!"

Zombies eat people. Shirley was about to tell a few words, but when she suddenly thought of this, she became honest. Damn Solan, she followed him out of the hospital and muttered in her heart. She was rescued by him, but the result was so good. Not only did she not explain it to her immediately, she actually threw her on... and then left her on the dissection table and left it alone!

"Soran..."

Walking along the building, when she arrived at the main entrance of the hospital, Shirley looked at the former's generous back and grinded her back teeth hard: "I hate you so much!"
Chapter completed!