Anyway, he was just a guest, so Solan let the third person enter the room. The other party was a tall black straight girl, with her tight clothes outlining enchanting curves. Due to the optical refraction process, the mask was difficult to see the face clearly despite the limited cover part of the mask.

But this is invalid for Solan.

"Maoer, is this really good if you keep the door open?"

Smiling and watching the girl enter the bedroom through the window, Solan handed her a bottle of red wine: "You're welcome, this is all Bruce's treat. I think he should have gone to bed now."

"Oh, thank you~"

The girl was not polite, and the guest shared the owner's real wine with the guest. She walked lightly to the wine cabinet to take out the bottle opener. Of course, there was no shortage of wine glasses, but she did not prepare a portion for Solan, but just poured a glass on her own and drank it on her own.

Looking through the whole journey, Solan just stood quietly in front of the window and looked out the window without caring for the uninvited guest.

"I'm a regular visitor to Wayne's mansion. I don't know how many times I've come to this bedroom. However, our cute little blues almost never discovered anything unless I take the initiative to steal."

The girl was wandering leisurely in the bedroom, undoubtedly more familiar with the layout here than Solan. Forget it, she sat on the bed, raised her beautiful legs wrapped in black leggings, and gently swayed her wine glass: "Then the zombie Solan, since it is rare for a guest to check in here tonight, does that mean that I can also blatantly sleep here?"

Solan was still standing in front of the bed, just looking at the uninvited guest with his own light. While the other party was still wandering around the house, he had already seen the opportunity to fill himself with a glass of red wine, and was drinking himself against the portrait painting on the wall.

"Miss Kyle, I'm curious, if Bruce Wayne knew you came to his house tonight, but he just ran to the second floor bedroom to see me, can I still have a 'Beeboy' tomorrow?"

No one knows the name of Bibi Boy, but when I hear this name on a non-steam platform, I still call the girl a little stunned.

"Uh, well, it seems that as a solid backer, it's time for Wayne Enterprise to come in handy again."

She had quickly concealed her surprise, although this had not escaped Solan's perception: "So, our mysterious and powerful zombie Solan suddenly wanted to bet on the bet boy? Will this world finally fall into nuclear destruction in a short while?"

I thought I could spend a peaceful night, but I wasted so much time by the uninvited guests. Solan was not short of this rest time, and he could guess the actual purpose of the female thief. He did not ask any questions throughout the whole process, because everything was clear, and he just calmly poured himself the second cup of Wayne's mansion's true wine collection for himself.

"It's no big deal to tell you, because I believe that if you really plan to play a big move on the West Coast, a senior will care more about your little move than I do."

He leaned against the window and smiled and said, "Actually, the situation is very simple. There are a few real murderers who are difficult to find, and they are constantly creating zombie crises in Seattle. If you follow the recent news, you will know that in the past month, fires and murders, this city has become completely famous."

This is really the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. As a zombie, a word that Solan casually said is extremely shocking to others. The girl stood firmly next to the wine cabinet, and her originally relaxed body suddenly became stiff. Under the delicate mask, the tight face of the skin became tighter.

"Zombie crisis?"

She said deeply, and this time, there was no slight slight sensation in the tone: "Are you sure?"

"Well, of course, it depends on whoever perspective it is."

Solan was very happy to see the other person being played with, so he deliberately pursed his lips and looked solemn and thoughtful, which was actually just scaring people: "Think about it, as long as Selena and me, Selena Quinn, as long as we just catch prey on the street and bite it, for you, isn't it already or can you think it's a sign of the zombie crisis?"

This is purely a relationship between identity and perspective, and the girl's eyes flashed continuously under the mask. She could understand this truth, just like Batman in the eyes of ordinary people and police, like her and Solan, Alfred and Lucius Fox's Bruce Wayne. The same people, the same things, in the eyes of different people, have completely different natures and attitudes.

"Well, I know nothing big will happen, judging by your swearing."

So in a blink of an eye, the girl returned to her previous calmness and took a cat step forward gracefully: "But Mr. Zombie, can you be sure that no third party could figure out anything in this whole incident? I am just a little thief. Of course, I don't care about the exposure of the zombie world, but if it is really exposed, it seems that it is not good, right?"

It is rare that this woman was worried about her side, but Solan knew the little things in her heart. The thousand-year history is too long, and Solan could directly find a hundred reasons for her from countless cases.

Eternal life, eternal youth, endless power. In fact, for many people, especially many women, the benefits that these three benefits can bring are nothing compared to the mere consumption of human flesh.

After all, it is gratifying. The zombies in reality are more flawless than the vampires in Twilight. As the lovers of Mary Sue, the latter is no longer afraid of conventional weapons of destruction such as garlic and silver, but at least it will shine like diamonds in the sun, which will make them have to show up on cloudy days. However, the zombies have no restrictions at all.

"Yes, no matter how powerful a zombie is, if you face the guy who loves to wear red shorts, you have to admit defeat." He chuckled, "It doesn't matter what else, but if you provoke that Kansas boy, no one will be able to take care of him, do you think?"

Another sentence that makes the girl have nothing to say. If there are so many world-class existences in this world, many ordinary people on the street can actually know it as much as possible, let alone her, a female thief at the "inside and inside world". But for this reason, many existences hidden in the "true inside world" cannot be put on the table at will.

"Yes, yes, our Gotham's famous clown girl, but she regards Wonder Woman as her idol."

I don’t know where the female thief was thinking. Anyway, the visitor was a guest and he was also a host of Wayne Manor. Solan cares what she was planning to do? After drinking a glass of wine, he threw the empty bottle out the window, regardless of whether Alfred would complain to Xiao B after getting up in the morning.

"Okay, I'm just a habitual thief anyway. I can't get into the conversation at your level."

All was left to the other party to talk to themselves. The girl finished her excavation and returned to her elegant demeanor. She slipped to Solan and sat on the window and said, "So, zombie Solan, is the information just now sure?"

"Which one are you referring to?"

"My teacher is in New York City now?"

Solan glanced at the phone squint, and he knew the thief was staring at it: "If you tell Bruce Wayne now that he said he was staying in this bedroom, then when he came, are you there or not?"

After a tacit laughter, the girl stood on the window ridge and finally shaved her fingers on Solan's cheek.

"So whatever you want, zombie Solan, come on and solve the crisis in Seattle. See you again if we are destined to be ~"

After saying that, he disappeared. The uninvited guest came uninvited. He disturbed Solan's normal routine and restlessly said nothing. Solan stood in front of the window, staring at her thought she was slipping away in seclusion, and chuckled gently.

"It's true, what master and what apprentice are."

He glanced at his phone again at the end, and the text message lights were on. Who could have been so endless except Selena Quinn?
Chapter completed!