At 10:30 a.m., members of the homicide group came to Saint-En Hospital to visit Lyon Ross Claude, who was admitted to the hospital with work injuries, and although he had just been assigned to set up a task force, he still wanted to put this work ahead. After all, it was his new partner. Solan naturally had no reason to be absent. He also took the same car with Shirley and came with everyone.

The young policeman was lying flat on the hospital bed, with a bandage wrapped around his head, and was still in a coma. His poor appearance really made people feel distressed.

According to the doctor's explanation, the blunt weapon on the back of his head was very serious, but the rescue was not timely. He also happened to encounter the explosion, which was even more injured. Although the vegetatives were not the case, they would inevitably have to lie in the bed for a week, and the waking time was uncertain.

"So we are facing another police attack, but the victim is now in a coma."

Solan vented his feelings. No one knew, but he knew that he had to bear at least half of the responsibility for the assault on the police. After all, he did the explosion of joint injuries. Who could have imagined that the new colleague he met on the road up the mountain this morning was accidentally injured by him in a blink of an eye?

Johanna sat at the head of the bed, looking at her young and comatose subordinates, and thoughtfully said: "The only witnesses are Professor Goodwinze of the CDC and his colleagues. They were at the scene and had intimate conversations with Lyon before the explosion. These details have been recorded by a special person."

"Also, because of the follow-up to the fire, they are also in this hospital now, and I think we should talk to them. Although the timing may not be right, it is also part of the work. Who are you going?"

Shirley let out a faint sad whine, leaned against the door of the ward, and couldn't help but look out.

Nearly 200 bodies were transported in one breath, which could not be digested instantly by hospitals in the city. Even though the work overnight had already dealt with many problems, how could the atmosphere in the hospital be easily restored? Seeing the doctors and nurses in a hurry, they were obviously busier and more serious than usual. The wards seemed to be particularly quiet, and they all were silently observing the tragedy last night.

"Then let me meet them."

Solan took on this job calmly: "Sherry keeps up, this is an opportunity to deal with the CDC, don't miss it."

"Okay, sir." Shirley's title is rare to return to orthodoxy. She is obviously in a bad mood now. When Solan walked out of the door quickly, he couldn't help but hold her slender shoulders and lead her out of the room.

In the ward, Claude saw this scene and tickled, which was quite meaningful.

In the morgue underground of Shengen Hospital, all thirty-seven charred bodies were covered with white cloth, and most of them were carried into the refrigerator. In a separate room, a bald middle-aged man was wearing a white coat and facing one with his chubby, round colleague Jim.

That's what Solan and Shirley saw.

"Hello, is it Professor Goodwinze of CDC?"

When Goodwinze saw that it was the policeman, he was stunned and guessed the situation: "Yes, this is my colleague Jim. Are you here for Officer Rose who is hospitalized upstairs?"

"Soran Adams, Seattle police detective, and partner Shirley. The direct reason is, yes."

Solan first looked at the body on the stretcher, while Shirley subconsciously took a step back. The burnt death still maintained her dying posture, which was often tragic. Fortunately, this incident involved a coma patient, which saved everyone a second injury.

"It's so miserable, it's really miserable."

Goodwinze shook his head and sighed: "Police Officer, I'm going to tell you that there are many dead people in my life. Just the last time the Somalian flu broke out, I witnessed all the people in the camp die. But this time it's really different. They are all patients, and they were burned to death..."

Jim empathized with it, and wiped his red nose with tears.

"Yes, the forest fire that is rare in a century, this accident last night will definitely be recorded in history." Solan touched his nose: "I have two questions to ask. When Lyon Ross walked into the camp until he fainted, did he ever say how his injury came about?"

Goodwinzer and Jim looked at each other, and Solan stared at the scene.

"He does look very worried," Jim said hesitantly. "We asked him why he was injured, but Officer Ross never answered. We were just doctors, so we didn't ask much. The wound looked very serious at that time. After briefly bandaging him, we prepared to prescribe some anti-inflammatory drugs."

"Then the explosion suddenly happened. Fortunately, we were just knocked down by the shock wave, at most we were bumps and bumps and simple concussions. After that... we didn't have time to pay attention to him, but now we think about it, it's true..."

"Then in about half an hour, I would join the kid." Solan continued: "He was indeed a melancholy young man at that time, just like my girlfriend's younger brother, but as you said, how could I have the time to care about his mental state at that time?"

My girlfriend's younger brother, when Solan burst out of her mouth, Shirley suddenly felt her heart stop beating. She felt very unhappy, but she couldn't say anything, and in fact there was nothing to say. She subconsciously glanced at Solan, then quickly turned away. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. This shouldn't be, this shouldn't be, so hurry up and recover...

"Well, our unlucky Lyon, it seems that this police attack can only be handled by him."

Solan was shocked. Yesterday, from morning to night, from early morning to dawn on the second day, everything happened together. The camper was in a coma, the CDC intervened, created a fire to cover the scene, fought with the puppet master, and the new police officer who was joining in the fun was inexplicably attacked... He really wanted to shoot a fierce shot at the sun, and he, Nina and Arya, everyone was really tossed for 24 hours!

"Although this sentence is inhumane, please allow me to ask again. Can you find out what else from these corpses?" This is another extremely important question: "I am not forced to do anything because of the patient's coma. What about the cause of the fire?"

Causes of the patient's coma.

Goodwinzer glanced at Jim.

Seeing this, Solan immediately looked at the fat researcher. What else did he know?

But Jim disappointed him: "If I were a chemist, I would have probably cited a hundred possibilities at this time, the cause of the fire. Who knows what it is, we are still waiting for the experts' answer!"

An unfinished contact. Solan got some clues from the two CDCs, but they claimed they knew nothing. Goodwinze also wanted to find out the cause of the fire, but this was by no means the answer that Solan could give. No one was easy to die two hundred people and coma attacks by his colleagues. Solan returned to the first floor of the hospital and sighed constantly.

"The media should be lively."

Shirley thoughtfully patted Solan's back, and she used a lot of strength: "I didn't have time to read the news this morning, but I received a call from Johanna, and my father was also in a hurry. Have you read the newspaper? Now the streets should be crazy, or are you browsing the website?"

"Well, you reminded me."

Solan was in a slightly better mood. He looked for a corner with a few people in the first floor lobby, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the Seattle Daily's electronic APP.

"In the era of paper media decline, it was not enough to rely solely on newsstand sales. Even the Planet Daily in New York...hey, it was found."

The homepage of the Hot News page is a line of black sentences with distinct themes. Each of the deaths from "Olympics" and "Fires" and Arabic numerals seems so shocking. However, what Solan cares about is not the content of the introduction, he directly stroked the screen to the column of the author of the article.

Shirley stood beside her, looking calm, but her delicate skin was already tense.

The photos and name are clear at a glance. A female college student with brown, black, straight hair, olive-skinned face, delicate and intellectual. Is that Officer Adams's girlfriend?

Shirley subconsciously picked up her skin tone and hair to compare. It turned out that he liked this kind of girl?

A feeling of inexplicable sadness that was not supposed to have surged in my heart, and Shirley grinded her teeth hard.
Chapter completed!