Using Toyota Off-Road Vehicle and Lamborghini to speed is something that only mentally retarded would do. Seeing the former disappear at the end of his sight, Solan breathed a sigh of relief and patted the black file bag beside his hands. No matter how storm and rain will be there today and tomorrow, at least at this moment, he rarely gains a moment of leisure.

It is normal for a fire to attract attention soon. The morning newspaper was too late to be published, and the TV had time to broadcast it. Newsstand vendors handed Solan a Seattle Daily while staring at the new news on the small TV. Many people have the habit of reading newspapers and listening to news during breakfast, but this article happened just at dawn, and the paper media and telecommunications had to choose one.

So, on the way to the police station, the ringtone sounded like a ghost-induced death ringing, and his colleague hung up the phone. Claude Harber's name was not surprising.

"What's the situation, man?" Solan slowed down before the red light: "If you refer to the fire in the south of the city, I already know, what new news?"

"Your kid's news is quite well-informed." Claude's rough voice was a little hoarse, as if he had a serious cold: "Two things, let's talk about it first. My daughter obviously has something to worry about these two days. She didn't even have a good meal last night. Did you make her unhappy?"

Solan's heart thumped, he coughed hard, the green light lit up, and the accelerator stepped on: "I said, buddy, why do you sound so much like a father-in-law scolding a son-in-law? Be careful that my 108 Chinese girlfriends come to the door and beat you up!"

"Bah! I care about my daughter. Who else can I find if I don't look for you first? You are her instructor!" Claude's voice was really hoarse, with a sputum: "It's halfway, I'll talk to you carefully when I enter the office. The second thing is to give me the intern, Lyon Ross, this little devil finally woke up!"

Solan was of course impressed by his colleague who was in a concussion and coma on the night of the Olympic Mountain Fire. He turned the steering wheel around the street and the police station was right in front of him. He said happily: "That's great. His parents should go to the hospital, right? What's the situation now? Should you also visit him?"

The car slowly drove into the parking area. Solan held his phone with his chin and quickly turned the steering wheel. It was the time to work in a concentrated manner. There were three cars looking for parking spaces, including Mai's silver E-Series Mercedes-Benz, and Solan could even see the figures through the car window.

"Yes, I have to go there." Claude blew his nose and said, "I caught a cold last night and I'm going to the hospital again today! I hope I won't spread anything else for me. I'm squatting in the toilet right now, and I'm going to kill me!"

Even if he had to report such details, Solan was ashamed and wanted to hang up the phone quickly. He looked at Mercedes-Benz, and Ma Yi had already walked into the underground forensic office. Today must be a busy day, and I don’t know how she and Hawkins should assign their jobs.

"The problem is, can I still dig a hole and bury it if I don't burn them? It's hard. If there is another incident of jumping alive, I'll have to wipe my butt!"

A couple went to the woodland to fight at night. When they were in great joy, a claw suddenly broke out from the ground at their feet. This is a typical B-level movie scene.

The office was indeed a busy scene. The phones from various departments rang endlessly, and some were police desks covered with documents. The emergencies this morning alone were enough for many departments to drink a pot of this. The homicide team has become a hot spot in personnel recently, because cases with red letters on the billboard are showing an increasing trend.

"A electrical appliance shopping mall in the south of the city and a pastry shop across the street, the owner reported to us this morning, saying that terrorists had maliciously created chaos."

When Solan entered the house, he saw John Brown standing in front of the announcement, guarding the pile of red and black letters, briefly describing the new case: "No goods were lost, but the front was smashed, the surveillance video was lost, and the goods were damaged a lot. Let the terrorists just pull it down, but no matter who the perpetrator was, they were all capable."

Brown showed a photo, and many people couldn't help laughing. A huge Siemens refrigerator smashed the Haier washing machine below, causing damage to the other three large electrical appliances.

"How did they do it!" Ederson was amazed as he drank the hot coffee: "The key is to smash it! It's going to smash it!"

"Good question, those guys are investigating," Brown waved his hand and said, "So, considering that this matter is not far from the fire scene and the time of the incident is very close, everyone should pay special attention to this."

Solan's entry happened to catch up with the report point. He took the photo from Brown, immediately twitched his lips and subconsciously wiped his forehead with cold sweat. He did not ask about the battle between Selena and Arya last night, but looking at the photo, it was obviously a lot of trouble. Of course, there was no doubt that the suspect in the accident would throw a refrigerator and smash a washing machine. Isn't that just shook his arms?

Fortunately, he found Baba rushed to the east lake at the time, but unless he received other evidence, how could he know that the battlefield had been transferred?

"Good guy, maybe it's time to look for traces of diesel engines." He said deliberately misleadingly: "It's not okay to lift the refrigerator with a rope without using a winch. Maybe it's the trick of the internal employees?"

In any case, it has nothing to do with the homicide group. Everyone’s current new job is to find out the cause of death of the dead in the fire last night. Whether it was a cult group committing suicide, or a group of murders and tragic destruction, and to clarify this problem and proceed to the next step, there are still many things.

"The director came down to speak in person again," Ederson complained, "The news is a lot of controversy, especially when we have just experienced the Olympics. It's really time for Lyon to wake up. When we visit him after get off work, we asked if this kid was specifically woken up by God and came to deal with this matter?"

What a big joke. The Claudes are gone. Solan is responsible for lowering the air conditioner temperature several degrees. The ticking electronic sound is clearly telling everyone that this joke is really cold.

"Soran." Shirley whispered to him quietly, "Stop making trouble, turn the temperature back, it's very cold."

The temperature immediately dropped, Solan put the water-based pen back into his hat and put the black file bag he brought from home this morning on Shirley's desk.

Shirley put down the pen and paper, and she clearly saw that this file bag was definitely not owned by the police station, and the word confidential printed in red looks even more dazzling.

“This is”

"Claude called this morning and said, "You have something to do in the past two days, and he joked, did I bully you?"

Solan spoke very plainly and seriously, but undoubtedly even more funny. Shirley was a little amused, but when she heard the last sentence, she also squinted her eyes and looked at him with a flash of eyes.

"That person of my dad, so what is this document?"

"I know, what happened the night before yesterday is really exciting to you." Solan continued to say slowly, and realized that Shirley's expression suddenly became serious: "I didn't have time to be your psychological mentor yesterday. You didn't have enough sleep last night, so of course it's even more impossible to know about it."

"What happened the night before yesterday made you step into a door. You are now wandering around the door. I don't know if it's better to walk in or stay away quickly. In just one or two days, it's not enough to make a decision. Now it's time to trust me, I understand this situation very well."

Speaking of the last sentence, Solan smiled bitterly, obviously pointing something. Shirley listened silently, her eyes swept over Solan's middle finger's couple ring, and nodded thoughtfully, but she didn't know where she was thinking. In short, her eyes flashed very much.

"The document I handed you now is a simple ticket to entry." Solan patted the black file bag and said, "Whether you call it another world, the inner world, the iceberg under the sea or other more poetic names. How about it, are you interested in taking a look?"

The black outer seal and the red confidential resources clearly seduce readers to read. Any half-covered thing or dress-up is for this purpose. Shirley stared at it, her expression and expression changed one after another, and she became more entangled.

Solan was not in a hurry and took a sip of coffee slowly.
Chapter completed!