At the same time, Shirley ran out of Walker's house and stepped into the cool October autumn wind.

Of course, she would not drive away Solan's Toyota Off-Road, so she could only walk out of the residential area, hoping to find a taxi in the middle of the night. She looked at her phone and it was almost midnight now. Her father sent more than once a message asking about his time to go home. She had no time to reply at work just now, but now she quickly walked to the main road, and Shirley quickly edited the message.

"Martha Walker has been at home for a long time, and the house has been maliciously damaged by neighbors. It is necessary to deal with it seriously. It will take a long time to go home tonight. Bye~"

After sending this message, Shirley had already arrived on the street. Thank you very much. There was actually one in the taxi waiting area. She quickly shouted, and then ran forward quickly, as if she was afraid that the driver would drive away in advance.

The driver Brian was drowsy and was drowsy. He was leaving the car tonight, mostly because he was avoiding his fat pig wife at home. He actually didn't think about how many guests he would have. But God obviously joked with him, and in the middle of the night, he sent a very beautiful little girl to the back seat!?

He suddenly felt energetic: "Hey, girl, where are you going so late? Is it a bar?"

He looked into the rearview mirror: "But you seem to be not as old as drinking? You are eighteen or nineteen? You must not be over twenty?"

Shirley was about to take out her wallet, but when she heard this, her body stiffened and veins appeared on her forehead: "I'm so sorry I'm not old. Go to the University of Washington and shut up on the way!"

Seeing the hundred dollar bills handed over, Brian was of course so happy that he shut up, and at most he laughed in his heart. But he was still a little confused. This is a residential area, and the girl is rushing to school from home. What is the reason that will make her run to school in the middle of the night?

Brian wanted to ask, but seeing the girl in the back row was tightening her cheeks, she was obviously furious, and she felt that it would be better to shut up quietly.

The taxi began to drive quickly to the north of the city and drove onto the viaduct along this residential area.

There is little traffic at night, but it is just the bright lights, so pedestrians can't help but pay attention to the surrounding street scene. It is late October, and it is on the eve of Halloween, and the windows of many shops have been carefully decorated. There are still some passers-by at night, and many young people who are interested in the hunting style are now running around in various boutiques, happily preparing for the festival.

"Halloween, someone really dares to celebrate it."

Shirley murmured because she saw a young man dressed up as a zombie on the street and was playing with a Frankenstein and a flyman. The ignorant was fearless. Shirley curled her mouth. These idiots must have hope for monsters in another world, but they must have never imagined that this was actually true.

"Yes, what should I do for Halloween in the future?"

In this way, Shirley was melancholy, sighed softly, looking at the broad Union Lake slowly approaching in the distance. Following InterContinental Highway 5, she could arrive at the University of Washington in a short while, and then

"Since she found a zombie as her boyfriend, she must be a night owl, okay?"

In the messy Walker's living room.

"Just tell me honestly, where did you get the rumor."

Solan said again: "I've just been frustrated by these messes. You held the additive investigation plan and sent it to me? Then, just two days after you came to Seattle, I took out a bunch of bugs from the coffee can. I should suspect that you are the murderer behind the scenes!"

"So, this just proves that the situation is urgent, isn't it?"

Selena crossed her legs with her leather boots, calmly maintaining the 30-70-minute hair on her forehead, and her fingers swayed: "Let's focus on why the Walkers put nematodes into the coffee. Of course, it's basically speculated that it's ready-made, that is, caffeine, or some additive in the coffee, will make them nutritious."

Solan was still very depressed, but he nodded in agreement.

He had already read the information in the black file bag overnight. Selena's purpose is indeed very simple. Based on the user's situation collected by big data, she suspected that the Selected Coffee had bad additives, so she wanted to investigate it, that's all.

No one was foolish in connecting it with zombies. Even if the puppet zombies were, if the coffee really had some targeted effects, it would have to be treated differently.

After all, this is just coffee and a popular drink. It is not a rare prescription medicine, nor is it a magical potion in the laboratory. Solan even stole a bottle from Mai, but he did not say that he immediately became a Super Saiyan, or his injuries were healed immediately.

If it was really exaggerated, it would be necessary to wait for these clues to come to the door step by step. He would have already broken into the headquarters building of the company by force.

"Nematode," he muttered: "Actually, Mai had studied it specifically after the Olympics and came to some basic conclusions. However, she had not yet linked nematodes with coffee. How could ordinary people think of such a strange idea?"

Selena suddenly lowered her head and thought speechlessly. For a moment, the room seemed particularly quiet. Solan was sitting opposite her, looking up at the ceiling, and saw a stream of blood splattered in the corner of the wall. It seemed that the couple had indeed committed crimes at home.

He turned his mind: "Martha Walker must not live here anymore, but since she stuffed a bunch of bugs into these coffee pots, it means she has a professional tendency to be a researcher or a bug trainer. Various warehouses, even farms in the suburbs, or back to the sewers, are her possible nesting sites. We must catch this guy, but this project volume."

He subconsciously touched his trouser pocket.

Had he known about the situation tonight, he should have brought the Sniffing Stone. He had rarely encountered that rare treasure in these years, so how could he develop the good habit of wearing it at any time. Since he rescued Shirley back to the forensic office that night, he had left the stone at home, thinking that it would not be useful for a hundred years.

"I'll go home first." He stood up and said, "Prepare, and then look for Martha Walker. Since you've set your sights on it, there's no reason?"

Selena raised her hand to stop him: "Let's divide the work and cooperate, don't forget that you have to go through the admission procedures for a little girl in a few days. I will follow this Walker to me. You can continue to investigate the matter of the God-Selected Ones. Without further ado, take these coffee pots and go to Fujiang."

Solan looked at the open space in front of the kitchen, with more than 80 cans of coffee, and they were all the most annoying chosen ones of the gods. I believe she would not be willing to be violated by this thing. Besides, the forensic office is still a public unit, so how could she let a bunch of personal belongings occupy such a large space, waiting to be trained?

"I'll call her first."

Solan took out his cell phone and said, "You will either be working overtime or at home, and wait for a date to meet. Selena, do you still have to go with you?"

As he said that, he couldn't help laughing and said with interest: "I remember the last time you met, the US military stationed in Iraq took the blame. Don't forget that everyone knows that we are playing precision guidance attacks."

"Hmph a little bit of a bad slap is nothing. In the eyes of those who are interested, the United States has long been the most evil new Axis power in the world." Selena said disconcertingly, smiling, and stood up gracefully and calmly: "Then I'll leave first, Martha Walker, after I'll scare your police station files, the game of cat and mouse should begin."

As she stood up, she leaned forward, and the deep V neckline showed a turbulent wave: "And you, um, say it again, what's your new little girlfriend's name?"

Solan didn't even look at the beautiful scenery on the neckline, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't think about the three of them going, hurry up and work for me, a slutty girl!"

Selena immediately felt a light laugh, and tall leather boots stepped on the broken glass on the ground, but there was no sound. As she turned around, she gave Solan a graceful back and then disappeared at the end of the entrance.

"Tsk, this woman."

Finally, Solan shook his head and called Mai.

"Well, but if you really play that much, you'll be so funny."
Chapter completed!