Of course, Solan knew where Mai’s home was.

It is located somewhere on the west bank of Lianhe Lake, on the top floor of a five-story apartment building. The building is in the shape of a Chinese character "concave" and belongs to the residential area of ​​low-end income people. The surrounding houses are also mainly apartments, and they belong to a downtown residential area that is not very high-end.

Although forensic assistants are not as good as surgeons, they do not have to live in a cheap apartment with a monthly rent of 400 yuan. The reason why Mai did this is obvious.

"As always, there are migrant people everywhere."

Solan ran all the way here at a fast speed, which took only five minutes. It was just late at night, and it was the time for all households to watch prime TV series. Standing outside the apartment building, he could clearly hear the noise coming from the windows.

Taking a deep breath, Solan immediately realized that among these five-story thirty-city units, the number of residents was at least 100, and they were mainly ethnic minorities. A large number of smells gathered, and he quickly caught twelve strata of them, which belonged to black people alone.

"Mai, Mai, why are you Mai?"

With a gentle muttering, he glanced at a balcony on the edge of the fifth floor, bent his knees slightly, and then jumped.

With a gentle sound of wind, he snorted into the air like a slow crossbow arrow, and with a rush, he landed on the balcony railing.

There are two green potted plants on the left and right corners of the balcony. Looking into the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, you can also see a plant about a rice-high in the corner of the living room. Solan opened the door and walked into the room. He saw an elegant oriental landscape painting hanging on the snow-white walls, which was perfectly matched with the wooden spiral bookshelf next to it. A literary book was also arranged according to the Dewey decimal book classification method, achieving a harmonious unity of sensibility and rationality.

"It's a quiet place in the downtown city, and this style hasn't changed at all."

Smiling, Solan walked straight to the open kitchen beside him and opened the door to the refrigerator.

In the two layers of refrigeration, there are four plastic fresh boxes, containing three half-red and white brains, half of which is left with the back of the brain. On the next layer is a plate of porcelain plates, with half a piece of liver on it, and on the refrigerator door are four bottles of devil pepper sauce and half a tube of mustard.

"Tsk tsk, it's just two recipes. The Tokugawa shogunate has been dead for many years. She is still so noble. I'll just say..."

Solan was interrupted to himself, and suddenly the sound of knocking on the door sounded. The volume was moderate but the rhythm was fast and irregular. Obviously, he shouldn't be a salesman.

"Miss Fujiang! Miss Fujiang!"

Sure enough, the knocker started shouting, and it was the voice of an adult male.

Solan frowned and looked at the table in the living room. The strong smell outside the door obviously belonged to a Mexican. What does it mean to knock on Ma Yi's door at this time?

"Miss Fujiang, are you here? Miss Fujiang, is there anyone in the room?"

The knocking sound became a little more rapid, and Solan was dissatisfied with what happened. He could tell that the knocker was definitely not old. A young man with a passerby knocked on the beautiful girl's door in the middle of the night, what was it like?

"Miss Fujiang? Miss Fujiang?"

Solan was a little angry and walked up three steps in two steps, pulled the door lock and opened the security door.

It turned out to be a Mexican young man under thirty years old, with a typical dark brown skin, a soldier's head and a crimson sweater. When he saw that the door of the house was suddenly opened, the person who showed up was definitely an unexpected person. He subconsciously rushed back several steps.

"Fujiang...Damn, who are you! Where are Miss Fujiang?"

Even when he was questioned by the other party, Solan said coldly: "I am Mai's boyfriend, who are you?"

As he said that, his eyes quickly turned around and he knew that this guy was worth more than a Hamilton. Well, the sweater was obviously a grandma knit style, but the second-hand Levitra denim is worth a little money, and Nike sneakers are slightly more expensive, but it is definitely not more than three.

"Male, boyfriend!?"

The Mexican guy was stunned. Solan noticed that he was holding a box of coffee beans: "You... are you kidding? Miss Fujiang has lived next to my house for three years. Why did I never know that she has a boyfriend?"

Solan sneered, flew past the other party, and glanced at the door of the house opposite the corridor: "Neighbor, right? If you really understand the situation, you should know that she moved here two years, eight months and twelve days ago, and it is still a long way to go. Although I was not in Seattle at that time, I knew the situation here very well."

It suddenly sounded like a fool, but after careful consideration, Fernando was really at a loss.

"No, sorry." He stepped back and said, "It seems that I have disturbed you, sir, what do you call me?"

"Soran Adams, Seattle Police Department."

"Police...that, my name is Fernando, Fernando Ilizade, I'll be lucky."

Solan shook his hand briefly and listened to him again: "I don't know if Miss Fujiang is free now. I want to...uh...this coffee bean, I just found a new job in this store today. This is our product. I want her to taste it..."

Solan's eyes really fell on the box of coffee beans.

Brand: God-selected.

His eyebrows twitched.

Is this still the hometown of Starbucks? Why do you see this emerging product on the streets and alleys?

"I've collected your kindness on your behalf, so look... Fernando is it, it's getting late, aren't you?"

He was expelled from the guest order. Fernando nodded tactfully, but he was obviously a naughty man, and obviously showed a disappointed expression. Therefore, he planned to make his last effort and looked into the room.

"That... Miss Fujiang is really not available now? She happened to buy food for my mother yesterday, so..."

The entrance to the apartment is limited, and Solan looks into the house and you can see the kitchen. The refrigerator door is still half open, and there are all kinds of utensils on the knife stand next to the chopping board, which is much richer than many professional full-time housewives. After all, it is worthy of being a forensic doctor's kitchen.

"Well, Fernando, you can do it if you want to come in."

Solan smiled suddenly and even turned sideways to make an invitation: "Mai is just a little 'hungry' now. I think she will welcome you to the door. Please come in quickly, don't take off your shoes anymore!"

Solan was telling the truth, but the pun words he deliberately selected also scared Fernando and realized it. No matter what, his brown and black face turned red a lot.

"Ah... no need, no need, please pack the coffee, I'm going home. Mr. Adams, I'm honored to know you. I live across the door, I'll be lucky!"

He put the coffee beans into Solan's arms, then kept bowing gently and retreating, and quickly returned to his home.

The door opposite was a bit old and dirty. When the door was opened, Solan actually smelled a strong smell of Mexican barbecue. Calculate the time, the prime TV series is on the air, and it seems that it is indeed the time for dinner to go on.

"It's a pity that it's beef, well, it's a pity that he didn't get into the house."

Holding the coffee box, he closed the door of Mai's house.

God's Chosen Coffee.

Solan opened the frozen layer of the refrigerator, and pieces of meat steak were cut into neat squares, with clean cuts, and wrapped them in plastic wrap. He picked up a paper bag to pack the meat steak, thoughtfully put a box of brains in, and added a bottle of Devil Pepper Hot Sauce.

And throughout the process, his eyes were fixed on the coffee box.

Their advertising slogans, described in Ma Yi's usual words, are called "typical late-stage middle-second disease".

——The Chosen Coffee of God, the special product of God in the coffee, the drinker will surely ascend to heaven!

"Can't it be that heroin is added to it, ascending to heaven... I really dare to drink it!"

No matter how much he scolded, Solan really became interested in this company. In three years, it expanded three hundred stores, with the name and advertising slogans full of Zhonger. What kind of person should the founder of such a company with a full personality?

"So they focus on the religious market? They also make money from homeless people? Just like the indulgences that cheated people in the past?"

"Interesting, it's really possible to add some unknown ingredients to the product, even poppy powder is not impossible..."

"Ascending to heaven, huh, this boss must not know the existence of our big zombie clan. Isn't this clearly mocking? Drive away the customers, this is..."

After packing the night snack, a rapid phone ringing sound happened to break Solan's happy thoughts.
Chapter completed!