"Our current priority is to find out how many zombies there are in the entire city, including those that have been converted, including those that are being converted, and then find out the transformation path."

In the boathouse in Union Lake, in Solan's home, he was rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find clothes. Arya's current bedroom was originally used to store his extra clothes, so he took out two pairs of black leather gloves in one breath.

"Wear this, you won't want to leave your fingerprints, believe me."

He handed Arya the gloves, and he glanced at her clothes and said, "You don't have to prepare any other clothes for the time being. This set of jeans and leather jackets are enough, and you don't need to wear that kind of silly rubber head cover. With our eyes, it's not easy to find a camera."

Solan is an action-oriented person, and the night is long, and he does not intend to use it for unnecessary sleep. Now is not the time to experience human life. He quickly put on gloves, and so is Arya. Although there is no more words on his lips, his silent cooperation is even more reassuring.

There are two wardrobes in the bedroom. The clothes I bought for Arya a few days ago only occupied a very inconspicuous corner.

After a brief selection, Solan changed himself into a new outfit. A pair of thick and hard-soled camel leather boots, a pair of slim waist-length work trousers, and finally a navy blue casual shirt. This is what he wore tonight. As for the jacket, he thought about it carefully, but did not wear it.

"If you really get on the wall, the lighter you wear, the better. Putting on a jacket is sure... Arya, what are you looking at?"

At the bedroom door, Arya, who had just been driven out, stared at Solan and tried her best to get her head.

"My dad is handsome!"

"I have long said that I am the most handsome in the universe, so flattery is useless. At most, you have to go to school in mid-October!"

"Hey~ Dad hates it!"

"Change your clothes!"

Of course, Arya was still the three-piece set. When she heard that she could go to the night, she was clearly trying to make trouble. Her enthusiasm was countless times louder than Solan. She changed her clothes and jumped directly from the window.

"Bang!"

Just as he walked at the end of the wooden plank road, Solan only felt the entire plank road trembling.

Solan looked back and Arya was running towards herself quickly and lightly. She was like him. Although she was wearing heavy leather boots, she would still run silently as long as she was determined.

"It's obvious that you can run so lightly, why can't you be light when landing?" He patted Arya's head and said, "This plank road is a public facility. If you really trampled on it, the government will have to spend taxpayers' money to repair it. Do you know?"

However, Arya shouted excitedly: "Where are we going next? Where are the zombies? Where are the bad guys?"

Yes, where are the bad guys?

Solan looked into the sky and was indeed worried about this problem.

...

Ravi Hawkins was walking on a secluded street, late at night, and he was the only one on the street.

The vending machine at the door of the police station was empty, and he had to walk far away to find another machine.

This is not a simple job. He has been suffering from head pain from time to time since about three days ago, and the situation is even more serious tonight. This must be caused by lack of sleep, because it can be solved by just drinking coffee every time, but he has not yet drunk it, so he has to endure the headache and travel a long distance.

It was when his brain was uncomfortable that Ravi still had the energy to talk to himself.

"What's wrong... Am I really lacking sleep recently? And I'm also experiencing symptoms of memory loss? Jack Smith... How did I dissect him? Details... Try to recall the details, Ravi... I don't remember..."

He walked very fast, and because of his long legs and large steps, he was particularly amazing at his travel speed. While rushing on the road, enduring a headache and pondering his recent memories, he had already traveled more than half a mile away without realizing it.

"Reciting, what is Jack's liver weight? What is the weight of the pancreas? Andrew Womike's brain weight... Hum?"

Lavi suddenly realized that he could clearly remember the corpse indicators of the Amazon employee, but the college student's memory was vague. What is this? Is it selective amnesia? But why did he choose to forget Jack? Is the other party his former lover?

"Ah kidding, lovers should remember it more clearly, unless I have a breakup with that kid? Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He kept talking all the way, which really made his head feel a little more comfortable, but after he came back to his senses, Ravi was surprised to find that he seemed to be lost.

It is not absolutely lost. This is the community where the victim of the murder case in Union Lake Park, security guard Benjamin, lives about two weeks ago. Ravi remembers the address of the deceased on the report. He is standing at a corner of the street, and the signs of the street are in front of him.

Not far ahead is a residential community. Two-story buildings stretch out into the distance, with green trees and a good environment. As for the place in front of you, most of them are convenient facilities, such as supermarkets, gas stations, cafes and various small shops. Although they have gone a little far, they can also buy some quick-drinking coffee.

"It's really a mile away. Why did I go so far?"

Lavi's head was hurting. He was working overtime at 7 o'clock tonight. Now it was more than 2 o'clock in the morning, and he felt even more uncomfortable. He walked whisperingly and soon passed by a small jewelry store. There was a convenience supermarket across the street, but it seemed that it had closed.

That's of course. The legendary supermarket that is open 24 hours a day seems to only exist in China, so vending machines...

"Bang, bang, bang."

I don’t know if it was just tinnitus, but Lavi suddenly heard a very regular sound. It shouldn’t be done by cars and pedestrians at night. It’s quiet now, but it seems to be...

“…Walker Beef House?”

Ravi looked at the shop next to him a little foolishly. It was actually a beef shop outside the residential area, but there was still a sound of work coming from inside. Isn’t that too inappropriate?

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Ravi is a senior forensic doctor, and that is the butcher is using an axe to hang his bones, which is impossible to make a mistake.

"How long has the subprime mortgage crisis been... As for working overtime?"

Ravi was really curious, but he immediately thought that no matter why the butcher worked overtime, he must have had coffee, or Red Bull, and he must have added ingredients. Just kidding, it's almost three o'clock in the morning. Whether he got up early or stayed up late until now, how could he not add ingredients to himself?

"Oh~ Why am I so lucky? The coffee I delivered to my door... change, yes, yes, I brought change, it's so good to change~"

So, Ravi walked towards the gate of the beef shop with joy. He had a headache and stayed up late, but now he walked a mile even more stupidly, and it was not as good as a drunkard.

With a series of bangs, he knocked on the door of the beef shop hard.

Through the dark glass windows, you can see that in the empty store, there are display stands full of raw meat.

...

"So, it's better for us to start with the known, and first investigate the nematode puppet master."

On the road at night, Solan drove his Toyota dominance and said to Arya on the passenger seat: "Since Shirley and I met zombies in the sewer, it proves that he might have just stationed his nest there."

Arya was mainly paying attention to their driving direction, and they set out from Union Lake and are now heading towards the southwest.

“Where are we going now?”

"Think about psychology, if you are that puppet master, you will definitely choose the intersection of traffic. Go east across Lake Washington, which is the largest residential satellite city in Seattle, Mercer Island, Caleid Hill, Kirkland, and especially Medina who live in Bill Gates. If this lunatic gets red one day, he actually aims at these places to create zombies..."

Not afraid of ten thousand, just fear of one. As soon as I think of all possible results, Solan's cold sweat suddenly came down.
Chapter completed!