As Solan expected, the homicide team in the past few days has been a lot of absent. Although a new incident broke out last night, it was not classified as a homicide case, so his department finally got free.

But of course, since there was such a big accident last night, even though everyone was idle, there were still many things to pay attention to.

Time is still short, and neither the food and health department nor the local prosecutors have yet to trouble with the God-Selected Ones, but netizens have become active and quickly convey their opinions on the Internet. After all, it also involves the direct death of more than 30 students. Although the press conference has explained basic speculation, some of them are still busy with follow-up work.

"I've seen a ghost, I've just nagged. Drinking more coffee is not a good thing. As a result, you see, everyone is saying that now!"

Claude Harber touched his beard and chatted with his colleagues proudly. Today, the office is indeed free, and many people finally have the leisure to drink coffee after a long time. But today, everyone tacitly changed the drinks to Longjing Tea, and they wouldn't touch them even if it was Starbucks across the street.

"The website of the God-Selected Company has now been left with 5,000 messages."

Shirley was staring at the computer, and there was a cup of tea on her desk. In fact, this morning, she was planning to buy a cup of coffee, but her father tried to change it to tea, as if she was afraid that she would get fucked and commit suicide after drinking it.

"I'm just scolding, but I can't even scold it."

Ederson looked through his phone, browsed his computer, and followed the official website and social accounts of the God-Selected Person. He is the one who loves coffee in the group, but today he also holds a cup full of tea. I wonder what kind of influence will people be affected when all kinds of news continue to ferment.

"Actually, I think the God-Selected One is just unlucky this time, and it has nothing to do with this accident."

Ederson habitually defended coffee: "The autopsy report is very clear. Those students are killing each other in the car! What is the concept of killing each other? Even if you take drugs, you won't be crazy to that extent. What is the point of just a little caffeine? I think that if you really want to find a murderer behind the scenes, the cult will be more suspicious!"

"Wow, your guess is quite novel."

Solan sat beside Shirley and chuckled, "It turns out that in addition to the Science Church, we have another cult that keeps pace with the times. We instigate the believers to chop each other in the bus and then fall into the lake? This method of meeting the gods is a bit too non-mainstream, right?"

Although Solan is complaining, Ederson's speculation is not unreliable. After all, it is only one or two days before Halloween. It is also a sad thought. If this conclusion is true, don't say how the people will discuss it, don't say how condemn the University of Washington will be, and how much pressure should the families of the deceased bear?

"Hey, Solan."

After a moment, I found a free time, Shirley quietly said to him: "Did you find out what happened last night? How did those students become zombies? I'm very confused now."

It is not just Shirley who has the worries. Everyone is relaxed on the surface. Who is not integrating all the fire accidents in recent weeks? One after another, Sato rarely appears in the murder team and urges him. Who can be sure that no new strange incidents will happen in another week? After all, the situation of every incident is extremely independent, and it is of two natures to be two different from serial arson murders. Even if you want to set up another task force, you are afraid that you will have the will but not enough.

As for Shirley, I'm afraid that the only one in the audience who knows the truth the most except Solan.

"This matter is a long story, and as far as your question is concerned, I can only say there is no."

Solan's original thoughts were disrupted and he said strikingly: "The whereabouts of Martha Walker alone are enough for me to feel sad for a while, where to find her in the vast crowd. Then it's this matter now, unless you can give an assumption that these zombies were created by Martha Walker, otherwise."

Speaking of this, Solan suddenly stopped.

Shirley poked her neck: "Or otherwise?"

After a brief silence, Solan swung his five fingers back and forth on the table, like playing the piano. After a while, he was even more shocked and sneered: "It's not that coincidental. As soon as I took out her home, she made a zombie for me in the college dormitory? Zombies like emotional puppet masters evolved step by step from unqualified zombies? God, are you going to send a secret that few people know for many years to me directly?"

At a very close distance, when she heard Solan say such absolutely secret words, Shirley regretted talking to him. What a zombie, what a puppet master, what a Martha Walker and the Tao family, Shirley almost cried. God, she was just an ordinary girl who didn't know anything just two weeks ago. As for telling so many incredible things in one breath?

It was just at this moment that God came to help, and Solan's phone rang out a prompt sound. Shirley noticed this and quickly changed his topic: "Sorlan, you're sending a text message."

"Well, I hope it's not Nina's newspaper that has zombies have emerged again. I'm really fed up."

Solan muttered and opened the text message. Of course, the content would not be what he complained about, nor was it even sent by Nina, but Selena Quinn.

Half an hour ago, he had just been lazy and sent Mai's information with a fax machine. He went to Medina in person. He was so idle that he would go around the Gothic mansion again.

The text message content is as follows.

"It's a surprise that you have gained so quickly. Toojiang's brain is very useful and is much more useful than you."

Even if it is a text message that is so pampered with words, I will not forget to slap Solan. The following text is as follows: "I would like to give you a suggestion. Considering that more zombies need to be prevented from bubbling, yes, my dear, am I cute?"

Not adorable, Solan endured her nonsense and looked downward.

"Fujiang's so-called radioactive element theory is also a speculation that compared to caffeine or ordinary drugs, what can stimulate a person's mental disorder is of course the whole body's cell cancer has changed. I can provide all the equipment she needs, but considering the fact that the coffee will be revitalized by soaking nematodes, I suggest you have another radiation monitor."

The words made of huge capital letters can be seen as this is the focus of Selena's nagging for a long time. However, she ended her words here and ended up. At the end of the sentence, she even added a full-blooded smile.

"What's the matter"

Solan didn't understand what she meant for a moment. What should the radiation monitor do?

Play Fallout 5: New Seattle?

It was a completely funny idea, but the appearance of such an idea immediately made Solan realize something.

All kinds of messy clues began to gather in his mind.

The reason why nematodes can rejuvenate coffee is definitely because of the special additives in the Selected Coffee of God, and this additive can also make the drinker anxious - what additives can be so magical?

Radioactive elements are indeed an interesting guess. Considering that the Hulk appears like this, what if there is really any black technology in the recipe of the God-Selected One?

"So, if you can really get samples from coffee, you can really find Martha Walker. Then the question is here."

Ignoring Shirley's exploratory gaze, Solan made a voice and said to himself: "Where should I make a slut, damn it?"
Chapter completed!