It was time to send Arya to the residential school. In just one month, she had almost recognized all the zombies living in Seattle, and then let her stay at home all day long. I really don't know how much more she can do.

On the way to the police station, Solan took out the information from the storage box, and he had never brought back the things he had ever brought back home. When the car stopped in front of the first intersection, he had already turned over the form he needed.

A list of all public and private middle schools throughout the Greater Seattle area.

"It wouldn't work to really get her away too far, so it would be completely free of stockings, so it would be more appropriate to find a nearby school. The contact number of the admissions office is good, but I'm leaving right away."

The car behind him urged him, so Solan had to put this matter aside and rush through the traffic lights first. When he was at work today, he drove along the InterContinental Expressway No. 5. After all, there were many car collisions here last night. For reasons, he had to take a look.

So by the way, he also turned on the radio and transferred it to the morning radio.

The accident at midnight may not be too late to print, but it has been circulated on Twitter and Tube. Morning radio naturally needs to show its presence. Solan has no impression of the host's surname, but he explained the matter very clearly. As well as many information that the police just investigated, they were also told to all the audience with a chat and laugh.

"The most exaggerated thing is that there are hundreds of listening coffee cans on the school bus! Friends, you heard it right. The more than 30 murdered students drank no less than three listening coffees that night! Thanks to our new packaging of the Gods Chosen Company, cans are indeed much cheaper than glass bottles, so that these students still have the leisure to drink coffee when they die?"

"Look, so some people will help promote public opinion."

Solan chuckled and slowly slowed down the car because he was happy to listen to the show today. Anyway, there was nothing big in the bureau today. The number of emergencies in the city recently made the early murders seem insignificant.

After the host has adjusted the pace, it is time for the caller to express his opinions.

"I'm a programmer at Microsoft."

Upon hearing this, Solan raised his eyebrows, turned the steering wheel gently, and prepared to park on the street.

"What I want to say is that there has been such a rumor in our industry recently. Not only our company, but also many IT companies I know, and even Boeing's software engineers are all high-dose coffee drinkers. You know this, Bryan?"

Brian is the host's name: "Yes, Seattle is a city with very popular education, and the medical, aerospace, chemical and computer industries are all very developed. Not only are industry practitioners, but students need to drink coffee frequently in order to study hard. So, sir, what do you mean?"

"What I want to say is that at least the coffee beans we purchased by Microsoft are all chosen companies. Compared with old brands such as Nestle, this coffee has a stronger anti-fatigue function. You should also know that some of our programmers, especially those surgeons, have always been drinking high-pressure espresso coffee with moka pots."

"Yeah, yeah, so"

"So let me say that, I think the caffeine stimulation of the God-Selected One is really very strong. Even those of us who drink pure coffee as water all day long will not dare to do this with the God-Selected One. If those students really drink too much and are overly excited, they may really feel like they are taking drugs."

Even though he wasn't drinking water, Solan almost spit out the spit. Who is this programmer? He cooperated with him so much. He got so black as soon as he started? It seems that even if their product operation director was killed, it has nothing to do with coffee. Which is Bill Gates playing?

In short, Solan's roadside parking this morning was not in vain. The host also realized that this programmer was a treasure. No matter what the boss of the God-Selected Person would think, there is absolutely no need to worry about the listening rate of this conversation program today. The host doesn't even have to deliberately set the rhythm. With such a cooperating guest, he could only hear Solan laughing from ear to ear if he had a few words.

"Actually, we can think so, what happened to the University of Washington last night?"

The programmer even replaced the host: "Halloween is coming soon, and everyone is having a party on their own, right? Then it is normal for everyone to smoke some marijuana, right? Then, it is normal for everyone to drink some coffee to refresh themselves at this time, right?"

"So you think, it's coffee and marijuana, and it's a party and Halloween. It's normal for these students to do something extraordinary suddenly, right?"

But last night's incident was too outrageous. After listening carefully for five minutes, Solan started again and headed towards the police station. Now it was just early in the morning of the day of the incident, someone was already crazy about the black-selected gods in the conversation program. So as long as the news continues for a while, are you still afraid that the company is not worried enough?

"My hundreds of cans were not thrown away for nothing. But even if it was investigated, it could only be the food safety department. These things have nothing to do with the police. How can I make excuses? Do I really want to learn from Bruce Wayne and go to the boss's house to talk to him at night?"

It’s not that I don’t do anything about my own style. It’s enough to have a Batman in this world. Solan locked the radio and arrived at the Seattle City Police Department at a rapid speed.

The weather is good today, and because the wind is weak, the air doesn't look so wet, and it's even a little dry and cold. When Solan was parking, the parking lot was already full of cars from his colleagues, but he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a black Chevrolet that he had never seen before?

After a closer look, the license plate number is from Seattle, but unless someone borrowed an old car from a relative in Lincheng, who could buy a "brand-new" used car?

“Is it rented?”

As he got out of the car, Solan muttered, but it obviously had nothing to do with him. After locking the car door, he planned to enter the police station building from the main entrance and turn around and leave.

At this moment, the door leading directly to the forensic office opened in the distance of the underground parking lot under the slope.

"Although it's a pity, I'm still very grateful for your help, really!"

A bald man stood at the door, wearing a brown leather jacket, tall and upright, and a short and fat man was following him. Solan stood in the distance and rubbed his eyes. The two of them were obviously not colleagues from the police station, but why did they look familiar?

At the same time, after the farewell, Goodwinze turned around and happened to see Solan Adams standing at the exit of the parking lot.

"Hello, police officer."

Seeing him walking towards him, Goodwinze also walked along the way: "I am Professor Goodwinze of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Can I ask you a few questions?"

As he said that, he had already taken out his ID.

CDC?

Solan first looked at the entrance of the forensic office, but the door was closed, and Mai or Ravi Hawkins were not present at all.

"No problem, sir." He thought to himself why he looked familiar. He looked deeply at the bald man in front of him: "Do you have anything to know?"

"Actually, it's about the school bus crash last night. We want to know some clues."

Goodwenze naturally did not pay much attention to Solan's eyes, but just thought about his words and took out his business card: "If you have any news that you think you should contact us, I hope you will notify us as soon as possible, thank you very much."

Solan silently took over the business card. Goodwinze, the weather was a little bit like that. He was there when the Olympic Mountain incident happened?

He is really a guy with a keen sense of smell.

He smiled and put on his business card, showing a perfect smile.

"No problem, professor, I wish you all the best in your investigation, no matter what it is."
Chapter completed!