The phone number was called by Director Sato without any reason, but just asked Solan to come over quickly.

Today is Sunday, and Solan didn't need to go to work, but as Mai reminded, since such a serious fire and explosion occurred last night, it was natural to work overtime. So since he received the notice, as an ordinary member of the police station, he had to come to work as quickly as possible.

"Chief, report to you."

After arriving at the police station at 8 o'clock in the morning, Solan went all the way to the top floor, pushed the door and walked into the director's office, and waved to the house.

But the next second, his voice was overwhelmed by the loud voice of Claude Harber.

"Sato! I must protest! Lyon is still lying in the hospital. Now you are really too much of what to do about it!"

There was a tense atmosphere in the room. Claude was staring at Sato viciously, his thick beard almost stood up, and the chest of his uniform was tense. As for Sato, he sat upright behind the desk, with his arms folded on the table, his thin but tough body was not at all weak, and a horse face was storm and thunderstorm.

"What happened?" Solan interrupted: "Sato, are you going to punish Lyon? Is it because of what happened last night?"

Sato looked at him, as if he had found the eye of the wind in the typhoon that had been roaring for a long time. Even though it was obviously pulled out, he at least smiled: "Relax, Adams, this is just a proposal. Harbor didn't come to provoke a crime. He had just entered the house, and I just made this proposal."

"Fuck, that's not what you plan to do!?"

Claude's words were astonishing, and he was not polite to Sato at all: "I can't guess the cause and effect? ​​From this morning, many media and individuals kept hanging up the phone to the bureau and asked why when the fire broke out last night, a policeman was alone and stayed there, and they all asked him what he was doing!"

"And then, by the way...Soran, do you know what happened yesterday? Major news this morning..."

"Actually, I was at the scene last night. I was on an outing, but I first encountered a camper's coma in the morning and a fire in the evening. Haha, I have to say, I really didn't waste this trip."

Solan told the truth: "Then Claude, what you want to say is that Lyon suddenly fainted? I also witnessed the scene at that time. He did make the media spend a lot of film. I haven't read the newspaper this morning... Director Sato, is there a rumor that "Seattle policeman is too poor, and the fire scene is out of control and fainting"?"

The atmosphere in the room was a little embarrassed, and Sato's extremely gloomy face showed that what Solan said was really true.

"...Damn." Seeing this scene, Claude couldn't get angry: "Lyon, this little brat, I still think he is quite capable. He has a shitty brain congestion. How could he make this problem??"

Solan didn't plan to delay his time on this matter, so he changed the subject: "Director, call me here specifically, what's the matter?"

Sato nodded, his expression relaxed a little: "Yes, what I want to say next is the main topic. Adams, Harbour, I think there is still a need to investigate the murders you have at hand."

Solan Ang glanced: "Talking again the old saying? I thought they had already settled the case."

Elliot Bay abandoned corpses, the United Lake Park tragedy, and the other two broken corpses, who and Claude were responsible for them together. Solan had already pushed the murderer's identity to the sewer worker, an albino madman, thanks to Shirley for his misunderstanding, many people in the bureau also thought so. After hearing the report, Sato had no intention of continuing to ask him to investigate.

Why is it suddenly coming out again now?

Sato chuckled and said, "The reason is very simple. Adams, I just think this is not over yet. Albino, this is the conclusion you submitted. If a similar case will never happen again, this explanation is indeed reasonable, but you also admit that there is no direct evidence."

"Maybe, he did do the two headless corpses, but the one in Union Lake and the one in Eliot Bay that was so broken are obviously not the style of this guy?"

The irrefutable question, not to mention that Solan knew the loopholes more clearly. He looked at Cloud with a wry smile, and Cloud looked like he was frowning?

Sato looked at the detective who was as old as a father and son.

Claude Harber is a serious old man from Seattle. He has been living in Washington State all his life. Although he has been to the US-Mexico border to suppress drug dealers, he has returned in half a year. Thirty years of experience make the identity of an idle director incomparable, especially here.

No leader will ignore such talents in the office and the old world in the streets and alleys. It is most appropriate to hand him over the night murder case with insufficient evidence and strange whereabouts of the murderer.

Solan Adams, a 27-year-old Gotham star who looks particularly young, is a tough and handsome young man. Ordinary people can easily ignore him or look down on him. Perhaps this is why he can easily arrest criminals in Gotham because many people are not deliberately guarding him.

Detective Rising Star, who came from a place like Gotham, arrested a large number of criminals in extreme cases, that is, police officers who offended a large number of criminals. Such a person would be very conspicuous anywhere in the circle. Then, as soon as he arrived in Seattle, he added so many murders to the city out of thin air. How could it not be confusing?

It’s just that time is very short after all. It’s only two weeks since he reported to the police station. After a long time, if the troubles are still emerging one after another, it will inevitably cause many unnecessary personnel storms.

So, it is naturally a good idea to arrange Soran Adams and Claude Harber together.

"You two will go out first, get together with your colleagues downstairs, and I will go downstairs later."

After receiving the order, the two policemen naturally retreated, but as soon as the door of the house was closed, Sato could vaguely hear Claude's big mouth complaining. It was indeed the man's style, he seemed careless, but he never was vague in handling the matter. He just didn't know how Solan Adams created a sky in Gotham.

Sato returned to his desk, took out the file folder from the bookshelf behind him and flipped through it.

After all, an explosion and fire broke out in a camp at the CDC, so the police naturally needed to conduct an administrative investigation of relevant personnel. This document made overnight contains records of many parties involved. Sato did not check one by one, and he directly opened the page of a researcher named Jim.

"A patient was examined in the isolation room and was called by Professor Goodwinze... Lyon Ross, a policeman with a wounded head, walked down the mountain with difficulty... and then an explosion occurred..."

"The stethoscope found signs of parasites in the patient's brain... In the future, further investigation will be made. The possibility of individual cases is as high as 60%. The possibility of the cause of sleeplessness is uncertain, and the evidence is missing..."

Sato looked at the neatly handwriting fireplaces, and another piece of information appeared in his mind, taking photos of the scorched corpses on the scene. This is the most troublesome thing for the accident investigators, because based on the burn marks of the corpse, the fire temperature at that time was as high as more than 2,000 degrees Celsius, but the scene of the incident did not meet this condition at all!

Similarly, a second fire at the foot of the mountain was not long after. The group of dead people from all over the country were also burned quite thoroughly, and the ignition was unknown. It seemed that a high-pressure fireball with a high temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius appeared out of thin air in the open space!

"Lyon was injured and walked down the mountain, blunt body damages the hind brain, cerebral congestion...dandrosis, suspected parasites in the brain, were completely burned..."

After repeated thinking, repeated speculation, repeated speculation, cold sweat flowed down Sato's forehead again. But this time, he slightly raised his body and looked at the cabinet in the lower left corner of the desk.

With the locked drawer, his tiny eyes kept flashing, as if weighing the interests.
Chapter completed!