When I walked out of the house and blew the cool breeze, I felt much better. Because the sky was covered with clouds, the temperature was particularly low tonight, not to mention that it was still by the lake. Shirley realized that it was not because the boathouses in Lianhe Lake were so expensive, but the scenery here was really unique.

She looked at the north and south sides, the university town, the space needle tower and other important landscapes. It was a great pleasure to set up a chair here in the middle of the night.

This is the residence of Officer Adams. Shirley looked around enviously. Union Lake is located in the city center. The boathouse is located here not only has beautiful views, but also convenient for life. It would be great if I could live here as well. Of course, of course, it was not with Officer Adams, but as long as there was a random building...

Hey, what are you thinking about?

Shirley came to her senses and laughed at herself as she began to think about it again. The old problem was like when she read the complete work of Agatha Christie’s mystery. She had only been halfway through the main text, so she began to imagine the subsequent plot on her own, so she didn’t read the book anymore!

Since she was relaxing, she started walking on the wooden plank road. The buildings here are very dense, and six to ten boat houses are evenly arranged on both sides of the plank road, which is only 100 yards long. This is called every inch of land. Although the largest ones in these houses are the size of two thousand square feet, the prices are all millions!

"When will I buy such an expensive house... Sure enough, would I still go to Medina and be with Bill Gates? Hehe..."

Shirley walked lightly on the wooden plank road, imagining the scene of moving to the east shore of Lake Washington. The two founders of Microsoft and Amazon both live there, and it is said that they are not far away. In fact, thinking about it, since she is a policeman, she might be able to actually meet them on that street?

Then, she stopped at the end of the plank road.

This is under the shade of the sidewalk. Going further forward is the road and rows of parking. The sidewalk trees here are very tall and dense, because the privacy of residents on the sideboats needs to be guaranteed.

Shirley looked down at her feet, and there was a dark red blood at the junction of the board and the sidewalk.

"Is it bloody...?"

Shirley couldn't guarantee it, so she squatted down and carefully picked a little on the edge of the mark with her little fingers. It turned out to be a sticky texture. It seemed like she was going to try it. She pouted and put her little finger in front of her nose.

Sure enough, a strong smell of blood immediately rushed into his nose!

"Uh...Dad!"

Shirley subconsciously shouted, then realized where she was, and immediately turned around and ran to Solan's boathouse: "Dad! Team leader! Officer Adams!"

In the room, three adults were talking and laughing. When they heard the shouts outside the house, they immediately stood up in unison.

"Sherry!?" Claude shouted, "What's wrong? You sprained your ankle!"

Solan didn't say anything, but his face quickly became gloomy. Tonight, the guest came to Arya and asked him to hide and be honest. Listening to Shirley's voice, he must have been attacked, but what could it be!?

The first person to open the door and leave the house was Johanna. As soon as she showed her head, she saw Shirley jogging all the way to the nearest. Fortunately, she didn't seem to be in a serious condition: "Sherley, what's going on?"

"Blood, there is a bloody spot at the intersection!" Shirley stopped and pointed to the way she came. The other three people said no more and rushed to the scene.

Solan was the fastest step. In fact, when the door opened, he smelled the familiar smell floating from outside. The smell of blood, and it was definitely not the smell of fresh blood, right outside...

“…dark red.”

He ran to the scene of the trace and squatted down to observe. It was a large area of ​​blood, which filled the cross-section of the entire plank road. The color was dark red, and it was obviously semi-solidified.

"Yes, it must not be fresh, but what kind of blood is it? How did it sprinkle here?" Shirley even had no time to wipe off the blood from her little finger and rushed to the side and said, "When we came to the door just now, there must be no such pool here. Now it's time, can there be Chinese people holding blood sausages and falling to the ground?"

"I have a lot of imagination, I'll add tens to you." Solan stared at the bloodstain and said lightly: "But there is no need to mobilize a lot for this. You don't need to contact the headquarters. Claude, team leader, let's ask the neighbors around you to see who knows it. Maybe there's really a B-level plasma film in a house."

This joke is not funny. The murder team has taken up enough cases during the day. Johanna has a gloomy face. She doesn't want Solan's self-talk to become a reality. But the situation in front of her is really special, unless it is really like Shirley said, a Chinese person smashed the blood sausage to the ground and broke it!

"Claude, Solan, Shirley, you immediately separate and investigate clues, including asking the neighbors around you, and whether there are other traces."

"I'll go around and take a look," Solan said, "It's just that I'll be more familiar with the surroundings, so I'll go."

Before Claude could look at the first door, Solan had quickly left the plank road. He did not hesitate and followed the smell floating from the treetops and walked northward. It was late at night, and there was also a residential area across the road, so there were no idle people everywhere in the street and the car was also invisible.

In just a moment, after speeding to the end nearly three hundred yards away, he stopped steadily.

“…Alia?”

Arya was the one who came here first. She stood on the sidewalk, barefoot, wearing that brown leather jacket, staring at Solan with bright eyes.

The left hand was stained with a dark red color, and the smell of floating blood came from there.

"That's not your blood." Solan swept up and down and knew that Arya was not injured at all, so he stared at the stale dark red color of her left hand: "Since you've got your hands full, you probably went to the hospital to steal a blood bag. Tell me, what's going on?"

This question was very helpless because Solan knew that he had never seen Arya since he met her. Now it was no exception. The girl had no intention of communicating with him, but just took a deep breath and changed her state.

In an instant, her originally calm face became ferocious, her light brown delicate skin turned white, her face was exposed and her blue veins were particularly concentrated around the eyeballs. The eyes naturally changed color, and a pair of small fangs also grew out of the deep sides of the corners of her mouth in a very short time.

"call……"

From her throat, waves of biomass tremors were heard. Night vision ability and street light auxiliary effects overlapped, so Solan could see clearly that her skin was vibrating at high frequency around her slender neck and throat.

A primitive and macroscopic semantic, transmitted to Solan with subtle distribution of audio that cannot be detected by humans.

"……so."

Solan nodded.

"It seems that my case has been explained, and it was indeed done by the same kind of person... But who it is still a problem. And you just saw him squatting outside, and you are not sure that he committed the tragedy in the South Park, right?"

Arya nodded this time.

Solan sighed softly.

The situation is far beyond his expectations. There is a predator-like person in Seattle, and then he even met Arya and even fought. God, how much is this probability on weekdays?

The key is Arya's lack of cooperation, she cannot speak or write, and she cannot convey too detailed information by relying on "that way". The specific work still depends on him.

"So you hurt him, very well, I'm worthy of being my good daughter. Keep some of the blood on your hands. Although I can't do DNA tests for all the residents of Seattle one by one, who knows when it will come in handy. This is a handkerchief, just wipe it with it."

After handing the handkerchief to Arya, Solan stopped staying there. Since the truth has been revealed, it is meaningless to visit Claude and the other three. But since he lives here, it is necessary to get to know his neighbor with this opportunity. Besides, who can deny that the murderer can't live here too?

As a zombie, Solan certainly knows the convenience of abandoning corpses by the lake. Look at these two cases of abandoning corpses this morning. Now when you think about it, aren’t they all typical methods in the industry?
Chapter completed!