At 6:30 in the morning, Johanna hung up the phone. On the northeastern section of the airport and the southern part of the Boeing factory, hundreds of dead and sudden fires, fire brigades, police and reporters gathered together again. The scene was a bustling time. Fortunately, the police station was sufficiently staffed and would not drag everyone to work. Since Solan "had just got up", he was naturally just a notice.

Similarly, since it was on the news, Nina also broadcasted a questioning call and heard the truth of the incident with extreme anxiety. But this could not be explained casually on the phone. Moreover, Solan currently has limited clues. After being delayed by Nina for a long time, she could only briefly tell that a new zombie appeared. The result can be imagined. After a detailed discussion, there was a missed call from Mai during the period. Solan was busy even though she was staying at home.

"This is the second tragic fire in Seattle since this month, with more than 100 nearby residents burning down. However, the traces on the scene prove that the fire spreads to a limited area, the dead are highly concentrated, and they have a clear tendency to commit suicide. The specific cause of the accident is still under investigation. The picture we are seeing is the scene after the fire is extinguished, and you can clearly see it."

The TV is medium volume, and the most popular morning news is playing. The open kitchen is also busy. Solan is cooking breakfast diligently. The hand-screwing sliced ​​packaging of the bacon originated from a Caucasian girl who died in a car accident. She needs to be matched with Romanian cheese and wrapped in the purest big leba. However, the sauce is inevitably the hottest devil pepper, which is called delicious.

For a moment, the TV news kept ringing, and the kitchen was full of spicy flavor. It was no wonder that Arya could only go downstairs and sit at the dining table. The breakfast was so rich. Although she had just said that she would ignore Solan again, the TV was just eased the embarrassment. She sat in the chair with confidence, but her nose kept inhaling exposed her original purpose.

"Breakfast is ready." Solan walked to the table with two fragrant plates: "A bacon sandwich that is a mixed-style mixed style, green olives in the vegetables, and mayonnaise wrapped in the most Mexican hot sauce. Don't you try it?"

The large amount of breakfast is enough for two people. Moreover, half a pound of bacon meat was filled with vegetables and a large amount of sauce, which was simply prepared for Garfield.

But it is undeniable that the aroma of fried bacon mixed with the fried chili sauce, which was so charming. Arya was originally facing away from the dining table, looking carefully at the news, but as soon as the plate fell on the table, she snatched the food without looking back, and then bit it down with a bang.

"Hey, that's right."

Solan received the result confidently, ate his sandwich slowly and handed Arya a tissue funny. Reba was big, the girl had a limited mouth, and her face was yellow and scarlet, but she didn't look too good.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The power of food is really invincible. It can't take five bites. Not long ago, she was clamoring to ignore Solan, so she spoke by herself.

"Do you know where those zombies from last night came from?"

Solan touched Arya's head. The news on TV was being reported happily, but of course he could not give much shot of the body. Of course, the cause of death was clear. Many of them were crushed and torn bodies. After the fire was burned, society could help find reasons for the strange phenomenon without any other concealment. Collective suicides are rampant. Considering that the southeast of Washington state is Ohio and other places where religious forces are prevalent, this conclusion will indeed be very marketable.

"If you want to hear the truth, you just don't have any clues yet."

He was equal to Arya's two bites, but he was only half the speed of eating the sandwich, because he had to speak a lot: "There are many possibilities for doubt. I now have a new clue. But the same thing is that even if you look for a suspect, we have to have evidence to prove that he is suspicious, and then confirm the crime and arrest him. But the identity of a puppet master is not so easy to investigate."

The puppet master, Solan, raised this conjecture again. In the past few days, Arya has heard him nag about the name a lot. The person who had kidnapped the policewoman Shirley before, still remembered it fresh in her memory. She blinked guiltily. She decided to change the topic without thinking.

"Selina Quinn, what does this mom do?"

Solan just raised his head and drank milk, but his throat choked. Although he didn't spray wildly, he started coughing hard.

"God's his grandma! Damn it, I choke to death, cough cough! Don't be so sudden, okay! Cough cough! Give me toilet paper!"

Arya laughed and handed over the toilet paper. Her laughter was very distinctive and she laughed very happily, and she almost leaned back and forth. Solan finally stopped coughing. Unfortunately, he was using most of the glass of milk as a mask. The remaining part was mixed with a large spitting star, so she could only pour it into the sink.

"You are not a big girl, but you are so gossipy!"

He wiped the last corner of his mouth and stared fiercely: "Just think she is James Bond! Anyway, this woman always calls herself like this. Anyway, she just gave me a clue."

Everyone will change the topic, and Solan will only play more easily: "Do you want to know who the target is?"

Arya stopped chewing, her eyes widened, and she was focused: "Yeah, yeah!"

"Police confidential, no notice!"

“Hey!?”

Sending off your son's endless questions is a must-have ability for any father, and the same is true for a wild girl. Especially today, there are too many new topics available to Solan.

Selena has arrived, Arya's identity information and student status information are all ready, and the next issue is the transfer student. Solan is ready to go to work. Before he leaves, he told Arya that Amazon would send a bunch of second-hand textbooks that day. In the days before officially entering school, someone should not think about playing with TV at home.

"Hey!? Hey hey!?"

"Stop calling, do you think the neighbors around you are blind? A child of such a big day staying at home and not going to school all day, do you want me to be fined or to be in prison!?"

"Hey Dad, the refrigerator seems to be a little empty?"

"You dare to try it!"

"Eh"

After putting down the final threat, Solan strode across the narrow wooden plank road and found his Toyota domineering on the side of the road. He glanced at the passenger car door. When he came back from Olympic Mountain, the dents on his feet were still printed on it, which indirectly proved what he had been busy these days.

When the car started, I thought about it and knew what the bustling thing would be like today, especially Shirley, after experiencing the night before, I don’t know what the situation would be today. Solan sighed and drove the car into the highway. Before he could drive ten meters away, he encountered the traffic light in front of him, which gave him more reason to complain.

"I'm obviously here for vacation in Seattle. I'm even more tired than in Gotham. What's the situation?"

As he complained, a familiar roar of motors rang out nearby.

"What?" He poked his head out of the window and was surprised to see that a black Lamborghini bat with a Gotham City license plate actually walked from north to south and stopped steadily to his side.

The next second, the passenger car window opened, and a girl in red in the driver's seat waved to Solan from a little distance.

"Good morning, Officer Adams."

Mozart's serenade volume is not low, and the cheerful tune proves that the audience is in a good mood. Unfortunately, Solan is just the opposite. Especially when he sees Selena Quinn's charming smile, his face is even more ugly.

"I'm about to go to work, don't sue me, you actually follow me."

Selena burst into a light laugh and did not answer, but when she saw the red light in front of her turn green, the accelerator roared gradually, she left with just a greeting.

Staring at the black and flat butt of the car in front of him, especially the familiar Gotham license plate, Solan's face turned completely dark.
Chapter completed!