The dimly lit sewers are always filled with a turbid smell, and the air is humid, and you can see garbage floating on the water from time to time. Just as the sewers in Las Vegas are occupied by homeless people, Seattle can also accommodate countless people on the edge of society.

Especially unlike cities in the desert, as a city surrounded by water on three sides, Seattle's humidity index is very high, which naturally causes sewers to not be used for daily living. So naturally, if there are many dead walking zombies in this city, they will definitely live here on a large scale.

Solan didn't have the leisure time for a walk. He teleported directly to the end of a passage. Then he couldn't walk far, and then teleported to the second end to rush forward quickly. Arya was the same. Her speed was not weaker than Solan, and she was energetic. She looked at her head and was the most excited one.

"I would like to emphasize again, Arya, our workload is very large. Although the city of Seattle is not as complicated as Gotham and Manhattan, the entire sewer pipeline network is not easy to travel. We first investigated the transportation hub, but the core task is to find old and abandoned areas."

As they spoke, the father and daughter had arrived directly below Lake Washington. Solan's explanation was very clear. Just a dozen feet above the cement above their heads, there was a vast lake.

"So, do you know how to go?"

Arya was taciturn, but one sentence was one sentence: "I didn't see you looking at the map, it's all in my head?"

Solan touched his nose awkwardly: "There are no preparations yet. I can go back to the city library to collect information. Tonight, let's take a look."

Arya curled her lips incisively: "Where should I go next? Cross this lake and go to the opposite side, or return the same way?"

Solan looked around. Their direction was clear when they came, and they first arrived east to the bottom of Lake Washington. Tunnels filled the rocky layer at the bottom of the lake. There was no such central hall in the traditional sense, but it was a long-distance passage of highways.

There is no way to climb up, there are only small paths connected in parallel that allow them to change lanes back and forth between the expressway at the bottom of the lake.

There was silence all around, and the only sound was the footsteps of the two.

"Let's consider the problem from the perspective of the murderer."

He took Arya's shoulder and walked slowly back to the way he came: "If I had made many zombies, where would I store them? I personally would definitely choose the sewer first, and it was an abandoned area. This kind of place is very common in Manhattan and Gotham. Seattle is a century-old city, so there can be such a place."

As Arya followed, 90% of her energy was used to stare around. She leaned forward like a wolf, and even bent her knees slightly, making gestures to attack any creature that could appear at any time.

"Can we do it at the bottom of the lake?" she suddenly asked, "We don't have to breathe, so those zombies can be hidden directly at the bottom of the lake, right? There are so many places in Seattle that are full of water, so it should be more convenient than sewers, right?"

"It's enough for temporary storage, but it's the bottom of the lake after all." Solan took a few steps and trotted, taking Arya with him: "The soaking and corrosion of clothes, the harassment of swimming fish, and even the fishermen's fishing activities are likely to have some extramarital problems..."

As soon as he finished speaking, an unusual sound suddenly came from the end of the tunnel eighty feet away.

Solan immediately stood there and grabbed Arya who wanted to rush forward: "Wait a moment!"

His voice was low, and after drinking Arya's attempt to scream, he turned his ears and sounded.

Near the corner of the tunnel, there were heavy breathing sounds. There was no throat tremor unique to zombies and mature zombies, but it was also very similar. This sound was very monotonous, and there was no second, third or even more superimposed, so there should be only one source of sound.

Solan also heard the sound of friction, like walking on the soles of his shoes, which was definitely not normal.

"I think we really caught one. Arya, don't rush to kill it. Let's observe carefully."

He lowered his head and touched Arya's little head. He smiled happily, and then immediately teleported forward!

Arya cut, shook her shoulder-length hair, and stepped on the ground with a whoosh, and immediately charged dozens of feet away with a whoosh!

It was at the corner of this tunnel that another tunnel was ten feet away, a typical zombie was wandering there.

Solan stood at the intersection with a thorn, squinted his eyes and looked at it coldly.

This is a young man of 27 or 28 years old, Indian, dressed in casual trousers and shirts, all of which are expensive brands. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was extremely pale and obviously thin, and he was unconsciously wandering in the three-foot open space under his feet.

"call……!?"

Suddenly, he and Solan looked at each other.

Solan looked at him silently, without any intention of taking action.

Then, the zombie twisted her head and was as stiff as a robot. After looking at Solan, she was no longer interested in him, including Arya standing beside her.

"……dad?"

Arya spoke, her voice spreading crisply around: "What should I do next? Kill him? Leave him to Ma Yi's mother for an autopsy? Eat him? Leave the remaining bones to Ma Yi's mother?"

Solan knocked her head hard.

The next second, he teleported forward and grabbed the zombie's neck. The other party didn't even have the ability to react!

"Roar~!"

The zombie finally went crazy, opened her mouth and shouted, grabbing Solan with both hands!

Solan snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and his golden vertical pupils stared at the zombie's eyes coldly. The next second, the zombie's whole body trembled suddenly, like a chicken caught by an eagle. He didn't dare to struggle at all. Solan was lifted up weakly and could only make a faint low sound.

"A mere zombie wants to fight me?"

Solan sneered. At this moment, he happened to see the right sight. He swept along the zombie's body and then stared at a corner of the card exposed in his pocket.

"What is that...Alia?"

Arya had already pulled out the card one step ahead of him.

"Harzer-Sharma." She said frivolously: "Microsoft's office products department...architecture engineer?"

"Wow, this young man's monthly salary is tens of thousands? What a pity."

Solan was so surprised. Looking at the Indian who was being picked up like a chicken, I really didn't know what to think: "Microsoft engineer, this is a job that many people envied in the Bay Area. What a pity, I don't know if he has...well?"

An inspiration suddenly passed through his brain.

Before Mai could arrive, he opened the head of the zombie without saying a word.

The zombie naturally had no pain, so it became even more terrifying. His head was blown away and his brain was exposed, but he still had the energy to hum and was still suffering from Solan's biological chain just now!

“No…nematode.”

Solan's face was so serious that Arya stood beside her and did not dare to stumble. He then tore open the zombie's throat. Of course, its blood had turned into a dark red color, but like college student Jack Smith, there were no insect eggs in his throat.

All of this is completely different from the known puppet master's technique.

"It seems we... are really facing a big problem."

Solan carried the zombie effortlessly and said softly: "The case that happened a few hours ago has just happened. Now I just found a similar type in the sewer. What will happen in the future?"

He looked down at Arya.

"Did you not have any explanation?"

Solan's voice was still eased, but he still exerted some majestic momentum. Arya's figure was just about to reach his chest, and the little girl was naturally standing in the same place at this moment, with a small face and big eyes turning around, as if she knew she was in the wrong.

There is no way, who told her to tell her adoptive father in person that she was chased by other zombies here?

"Hey, Dad, haven't you found a common ground??"
Chapter completed!