"It" quickly noticed something.

This is a dark and humid Seattle sewer. The entrance to which it dives here is a special maintenance port. The ground is dry and clean, and construction workers will enter regularly. This is very good, and the food problem is solved, but if you want to defeat the enemy, it is absolutely not enough to rely on yourself alone.

The speed must be fast, but before completing any work, the first thing to solve is physical strength problems. The girl was chiseled a blood hole in her lower abdomen, and her intestines and spleen were also damaged. Although it no longer needed those organs, for some reason, the wound healed extremely slowly.

Strong pain has plagued it for many years. Apart from the basic senses necessary for life, I have not felt real pain for many years. It even felt weak, just because the girl was chiseled through her abdomen, and she has not suffered such injuries for many years, but this time, it clearly felt its weakness.

You must replenish your energy immediately and then quickly increase your combat power.

At this moment, the sound of leather boots stepping from the sewer came from a distance, and even the chatting of the two people was echoing constantly, and the prey was coming to the door.

"It" bent down gently without making any pre-prepared moves, so it sat down near the entrance and pretended to be an ordinary homeless person.

It covered the wound on its stomach, and its scarlet eyes looked forward coldly.

...

Arya was obviously a nocturnal animal. It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, but she was still sitting in front of the TV with energy. Of course, her bloody little hands had been washed, because there was still a midnight snack to eat tonight. She kept humming and grinding Solan frying a pot of steak, and insisted that he cut the meat into small dices, and then brought it to her with a plate.

"Wash your body, and then lie down to bed and go to bed after eating."

Solan said to her: "You don't have to worry about other things. Dad, I am the policeman, just stay at home honestly."

"Hmm~"

In a sharp voice, Arya sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring at the late night theater on TV, and occasionally ate a piece of meat from the plate on the table. Solan sighed inwardly, so she was not completely mute, at least she could make some simple hums with obvious meaning, and her mind was definitely not as simple as an ordinary little girl.

Let’s see what she is looking at. “True Love Like Blood”, it’s weird enough to watch zombies and vampire romance movies, and they are also an eighth-grade girl watching... By the way, this movie should have to be graded, right?

Thinking of this in my mind, Solan sat on the back of the sofa, patted Arya's head and said, "There's another thing. I can't keep you at home like I keep a pet. Not to mention when to arrange for you to go to school, I have to solve my identity problem first. Do you have a social security card and a birth certificate? I won't consider the driver's license..."

Arya stared at the TV, and the moment she rolled the sheets on the screen, so she just stared at the TV and shook her head. As for Solan, let alone this level of rolled the sheets, even if Arya was guarding Pan Aiwei, would he care?

"So you are an absolute black householder. Tsk tsk, I knew it would be very troublesome. You can wait, well, okay, you have nothing to wait, keep watching you."

The rolling sheets on the TV were being played hotly, and Arya didn't have the energy to pay attention to Solan. She was also small in shape, and she felt comfortable sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with her hands on her knees, and her big eyes staring at Adam and Eve without blinking, and she could see surprisingly carefully.

Solan walked out of the boathouse with his cell phone. When he opened the door, he did not forget to take a look at the corner of the entrance hall. He stolen the manhole cover of the horse and took it home. The bloody handprints on it were the most important evidence. After all, it is a civilized society now, and zombies must have daily life. Although they may not get any important information immediately, he has no reason to let go of any clue.

Outside the boathouse, the night sky is still so bright, but the lights of thousands of houses inevitably cover up most of the starry sky. Ironically, the ground light source that hides the bright starry sky is exactly the surface-style building of Seattle. This 600-foot Expo building stands on the shore of Union Lake, with its light shining and its end is extremely beautiful.

Standing on the wooden plank road, leaning against a railing, Solan looked at the beautiful appearance of the space needle tower in the distance and dialed a Global Pass number.

After a while, a calm and elegant female voice sounded across the phone.

"Solan, this is really amazing. Why do you have time to contact me?"

Solan took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He held it into a ball, but no one could see him holding the lighter.

"Selina, I won't talk much, I have something to help you."

Solan's tone was obviously stiff, which naturally made the answerer a little dissatisfied: "No chatting at all, it's like asking me to do you a favor? Solan, my labor costs are very high. If others want to ask me to touch me, they will have to pay a huge price. You should know this, right?"

Solan took a deep breath of smoke and slowly vomited out: "This is OK. After the matter is finished, you can come to Seattle and I will pay you back."

The girl burst into laughter with yin and yang, as if she felt great pleasure: "That's really embarrassing. So I'm very curious, Solan, if I really want you to earn it..."

The elegant and slow voice with a sluggish tone seemed to be deliberately teasing the listener, so Solan twisted his neck uncomfortable.

"Do you want to bring your new girlfriend too? I remember that she is named Nina, right? She also brought her to serve her? I don't care about meat and vegetables, so I don't know your white lotus-like..."

"Celin!"

On the other hand, Solan threw his cell phone with his right hand and his cigarette with his left hand and raised his arm. His toned wolf waist and tiger back also stretched out.

"NSA has the ability to retrieve communication audio records. I don't want my mobile phone number to be blocked. Can we just stop here?"

Selena laughed completely, her voice was so trembling, but she was still so elegant and charming. Just by her voice, it is really hard for others to know whether she is over 20 years old, or her early thirties, or a charming beauty who is just over 40 years old?

"Okay, okay, so the specific flirting words should be left until you pay me a reward. So Solan, my little heart, why don't you explain what you want me to be busy with?"

Hanging up the phone to this woman was undoubtedly a huge pressure on Solan, and in just a moment, the cigarette was burned out.

"I need you to help me make all the identity records of a person. Name, Arya Kloe; Gender, Female; Age, Thirteen years old; My father is any American, and my mother is arranged as Hispanic, all of whom have passed away. As her father's friend, I am her current guardian. Above."

This is a serious work content, so Selena was silent for a moment; a rustling sound sounded across the street, which can be understood as a copy record; at this time, the night was clear and the moon was seductive, and Solan was happy to be quiet and turned off all the cigarette butts.

After a moment, Selena's voice rang leisurely.

"It seems that my family is a father, so I can't help but ask curiously, since I have arranged my biological father as any American, how about you? Spanish girl, tsk, this taste is really good..."

"...Do you want me to be unable to control myself when I was fourteen?"

"Well... it's not bad, so that mysterious Spanish girl is your sexy and charming Spanish teacher? Ah, the beautiful Barcelona is really a city full of romance and mood, just like the beautiful legend circulating in Sicily..."

"Selina Quinn!"

"Hey, call me Queen, how can I ask you what you are doing?"

Solan rubbed his forehead hard: "You are not Japanese, so... in short, this job will be handed over to you, isn't it a problem?"

"In order to go to Wushan Yunyu with Solanqing again, I should do my best to win my beloved..."

Solan deducted the phone number.

It was already Seattle in September and it was still on the verge of the lake, but after just a few phone calls, he felt his whole body heated up.

"Damn it, stinky woman, it's so bad to go back and forth. I'll hurry up and take a shower, God, his mother, fourth uncle and grandma..."
Chapter completed!