"Go home early? At this time, you told me to go home early!?"

Claude shouted loudly on his phone, but this could not stop Solan, the Chiefs United Hotel parking lot in the south of the city, he had just handed the key to the security guard.

"I'm really sorry, Claude, you should be more considerate and considerate. Nina spent so much effort on writing articles a few days ago, and recently she helped us collect information, but I was too busy to see her. I can't go too far."

"You kid... forget it, let's play with you, I can only pull a group of bachelors to stay up late and work overtime." No one knows what Claude was thinking. He muttered for a while and then raised his voice: "But don't forget, we have the little girl Shirley here, everyone stays up late, you must give her a cosmetic tomorrow morning! That's it, I'm dead!"

The phone cut-off sound rang out as soon as it sounded, and there was no chance to respond. It seemed that Claude was really angry. Solan smiled bitterly and went out after an excuse. After a half day, he suddenly called and said he wanted to meet his girlfriend. I believe that any colleague who works overtime will definitely speak coldly to him. It would be strange if Claude is an exception, especially when he mentioned Shirley...

No longer thinking about it, Solan entered the hotel elevator with a familiarity. The text message Nina sent was clear. Room 3015 was difficult for her to come from the north of the city to the south of the city. Should she say that the newly bought luxury sports car has good performance?

Halfway through the elevator, a wide and fat black chef entered. The sightseeing elevator was immediately occupied by half of the space. The chef stood sideways considerately, but there were only two of them at this time.

Looking at the charming night sky outside the window and the space needle vaguely visible in the distance, Solan started chatting: "Sir, I didn't pay attention when I went upstairs. What's the name of your cafe on the first floor?"

How could the chef not be happy to promote the hotel's service? He proudly patted his chest and said: "Our chief jointly opened three cafes, Starbucks, Kashijia and God-Choice, each with its own characteristics and provides door-to-door service. Do you want to have a cup?"

"Two cups...the Mocha Bar of the God-Choose, I will be sent to Room 3015 in half an hour. I'll bother you."

"No trouble, I'll inform you downstairs too. So sir, please continue."

The chef was supposed to open the floor, but since he heard that, Solan was so happy that he could come up and then ordered a late-night snack dessert. The sweet smell on the chef's robe was very light, but it could not be hidden from his nose. Since he was a French pastry chef, don't miss it.

In this way, with the black chef's laughter and crying expression, the elevator door was closed to death, and then headed towards the thirty floor.

The housing floors are naturally very quiet, and the thirty-five floors are all located in the location of the high-end suites. The decoration is particularly exquisite. Solan walked on the silent carpet and followed the sign toward the destination. It was obvious that he had just been dating his girlfriend who had been in love for many years, but he was a little excited. This was very interesting. When did Nina understand the mood so well? A third-year college student is better than a second-year student. Solan was happy with this expectation and finally arrived at the destination, at the door of the 3015 room.

I knocked on the door gently, but found that the door was actually open. Should I be catching a villain in the next second?

Holding back the laughter, Solan walked into the house and did not forget to close the door. The living room was dim, and beautiful and gentle music was played in the room, and a glass of ice champagne was even placed on the table. This seemed to be the preparation made by the man, but Nina made it come first. Solan happily sipped a sip of the mellow wine, held the wine glass, accompanied by the music, followed the clear guidance, and walked into the half-open and half-closed bedroom.

"Ah, you're here."

Under the charming and ambiguous warm orange light, Nina was lying on her side in front of the bed.

She had already changed her clothes. A set of brown-black hollowed-piece underwear paired with dark olive skin, the light shone on the beautiful legs of Victoria's Secret model, reflecting a bronze and wheat-colored luster. Seeing her lover enter the room, she gently gently hugged her long brown-black hair, held her chin and stared, and her face was filled with a smile.

"Oh God, forgive my fall. Oh, Satan, please welcome my franchise."

Solan sighed, drank the champagne in one go, took off his shoes and walked to the bed: "I suddenly had a very worthy idea. Dear, do you think I should take a photo immediately and send it to my colleagues who are still working overtime? I know that there are only two of them who are getting married, and Mrs. Haber and Mrs. Brown... Of course, they can't compare with you, what do you think?"

Nina giggled, got up and sat directly into Solan's arms, pulled her phone out of his waist: "At this time, are still thinking about your colleagues? Let them all get out of here, you belong to me tonight!"

"Hey, this is my Nina!"

Solan was not polite, and threw his good phone on the ground, thanks to the carpet: "You know, you really jumped me! Look at the atmosphere, look at the little sexy outfit you are wearing, I thought I had really gone to Las Vegas!"

Nina sat on his lap, hugged her neck with her arms, and smiled thoughtfully, "Oh, so our Detective Adams, knows what it is like to find a woman in Las Vegas?"

If he talks too much, he will make mistakes. Solan exclaimed that he almost forgot this. Especially now, his girlfriend is sitting in her arms in sexy underwear. If he still talks about other things that are not available, wouldn’t he be seeking death?

He put Nina's amazingly beautiful legs on her left hand, and he didn't say anything more, so he kissed her.

...

"Adams, I actually went to meet my girlfriend at night!?"

"I'm so envious... Why don't I have a girlfriend who suddenly wants to have sex?"

"That's all tonight. After get off work tomorrow, I must let this kid invite all of us to drink!"

"Low, low sound, what else do you say about these messy things? Work hard!"

The poor task force members, because no leader said they had to work overtime tonight, gave someone the opportunity to take advantage of the loopholes. The colleagues who were obliged to stay here to continue busy are still suffering from boring work, while also imagining the two or three things Solan Adams is doing at the moment, and then they are particularly focused on a bunch of murder information, and the pain is not ordinary.

Sitting next to Solan's desk, Shirley was flipping through the information, but she didn't know where the heart had flew.

In terms of work, she has always been in charge of civil service, and now she is drawing maps. The fire is a reference element, but the locations of the other cases are undoubtedly very important information. Elliott Bay and Union Lake Park, two broken corpses on the ground, one on the ground, one in the sewer, two people who were killed in the alley recently, and even Microsoft executives far away in Redmond, what exactly did the murderer think?

The other party made a total of "four sets of" cases.

Elliot and Unified Lake made it the same night, so both were abandoned corpses in the water, and the surface of the corpses was hurt to the point of being terrible. They obviously belonged to the same style, and they obviously felt like "Saw".

The two broken heads of corpses look more like hunting or silence. There are no other scars on the surface of the corpse, and broken heads can be understood as a powerful weapon. It is the same style, and it obviously has the feeling of "Texas Chainsaw".

The two people killed in the alley were 100% chased at night, but the reason is still to be speculated. One body was injured in multiple places, with clear lacerations, and the other was directly beheaded and the incision was flat, which looked like a combination of the first two cases.

On the contrary, in the end, the murdered Microsoft executive had a very different style. The missing arm was not found until now, and then he slit his throat. It seemed that the murderer killed him just to take away his arm, but why?

"It is indeed not enough to use the Walker case to punish the crime, and this geographical location is distributed..."

Shirley murmured softly, drawing lines on the map with her fingers.

The city center, the city, and the latest one went to Redmond, and the Walker case was interspersed with the forest fires dozens of miles away in the northwest. Of course, it was first of all the people in the company who were unconscious. Then, now, Lyon Rose is also hospitalized for cerebral congestion and coma...

"The scope of the crime is expanding? Then if it happens again, where will the location be?"
Chapter completed!