A general limited date is given, and then the person in charge handles the case by himself. If necessary, all units and departments of the police station will cooperate fully. This is the principle of police stations around the world. The next morning, after Solan arrived at the Seattle Police Station, he immediately took the elevator to the underground floor.

In the forensic office, Director Ravi Hawkins is preparing for today's work, and there is nothing on the anatomy table.

"Hey, this isn't Solan!"

As soon as he saw the person coming, he shouted very well: "What wind has blown you again? Oh yes, you are in charge of investigating the case in Lianhe Lake. Is there any clue?"

Solan stepped into the studio. The area here is naturally not small. A wall of mortal cabinet is placed there to put down twelve corpses. Yesterday's corpses were all put into the cabinet. Now the one on the dissection table is another dead man. What makes people's scalp numb is standing next to the broken corpse. Ravi Hawkins is holding the lunch box and eating pasta.

"I have a job that needs your help, have you seen this?"

Ravi swallowed the noodles and stared at the things in Solan's hand: "I've seen it long ago... I said, man, when did you change your job and sell horse gourd?"

It is understandable that Ravi was surprised. She was wrapped in plastic wrap. Solan did carry the horse manhole cover all the way to the police station. He smiled and put the horse manhole cover on the storage platform, making a loud noise.

"This is the clue I found last night. Did you see the blood mark on it? Maybe it was left by the murderer of the Lianhe Lake case. I need you to help me with fingerprint sampling, and I will leave the specifics to CSI for processing."

Ravi was a little confused. He ate all the last bit of noodles in a few bites, stood beside the corpse, and quickly wiped off the meat sauce at the corner of his mouth.

"Slowly, I'll collect fingerprints? I'm just a forensic doctor. Isn't this the job of CSI? It's from the trace identification department..."

"I can trust this place." Solan looked around and frowned again: "Your assistant forensic doctor... haven't come to work today?"

After finishing wiping his mouth, Ravi looked at Solan with his eyes. This famous detective from Gotham City paid special attention to the number of office workers when he came here for the first time yesterday. Today, he asked the only assistant where was, could it be...

"Oh~" he made an aria sound: "Do you know Mai!?"

Solan turned his head and placed his left hand on the manhole cover on the table. His fingers scratched his plastic wrap. The bloody handprints inside were well preserved and the traces were clear.

"I am a forensic doctor, and my insight is excellent." He nodded and admitted: "But put all those things aside first. Collect my fingerprints and then pay attention. If any troublemaker asks about this, you will say that you offended me yesterday, so I deliberately brought the toilet over to smash you this morning."

"Haha, it's so humorous! Officer Adams, I find that I like you more and more~" Ravi was very excited, and Oxford's tone changed: "No problem, I'll collect your fingerprints for you, and then take the initiative to ask, how did you know Mai? Oh, no, right? Maybe I should ask, are you hers... that?"

Although he only met in person for the second time today, Solan must admit that this senior British forensic doctor had definitely left a deep impression on him. Seeing that his little fingers were so skillful, if this person was not indeed a very handsome bearded guy, I am afraid anyone could label him a vulgar label.

"You don't have to worry about these things, Director Hawkins..."

"Lavi, call me Lavi!"

"Well...so, when Mai comes back to work, I think you may not be able to help but talk about this in front of her. I don't care, but as far as I know her... you're afraid you can't afford to take care of it, right?"

It seemed that his guess was correct. Ravi confirmed his thoughts 100% and became excited just like a gossip lover who discovered a new world. He started to deal with the horse manhole cover diligently. This thing was not light, but he still worked hard to move it to a certain desk.

"Sure enough, I just said that our assistant forensic doctor has some secret! Oh, by the way, you must still want to see the body again. I will help you open the cabinet immediately and wait!"

Ravi regarded Solan as his in-laws, and this forensic office full of corpses was his home. Just like he was entertaining his future brother-in-law, he not only moved the manhole covers very diligently, but also invited him to open the morgue.

Solan stood there with his hands behind his back, watching him running all over the room calmly.

"Okay, thank you."

The morgue was dragged out, and the body of Benjamin, the security guard at the Park Museum, was lying on it. Since the judicial anatomy stage and the case has not been solved, it is not the time to suture the wound and be buried in peace.

"Dangdangdang~ Our quick-frozen security guard gave it to you. So Solan, do you want to reveal some gossip to me again? For example, where are you living now... Could it be that you live with Ma Yi! Oh my God, that's really... Wait, then you won't ask her why she hasn't been at work... Wait, is she not going to work these two days because she is not because she is rolling the sheets with you? Oh yes, it seems that ordinary rolling the sheets are not...unless you are so powerful like a super type..."

"...Man, I want to work, please cooperate."

"Oh well."

Solan took out his ears and regretted that he didn't bring the earbuds down.

It is his fundamental purpose to come here again today and look at the corpse with a new eye. Since it is confirmed that the murderer is a zombie, many strange traces can be explained, so the current task is to find new clues from a determined new perspective.

Of course, the purpose of the crime is undoubtedly a simple predation. Not all zombies are interested in Taotie's entire body, unless he is really hungry, so what Solan needs to observe is the other party's fighting style.

The six scars on the torso are the key, so is this a guy who can make his nails longer?

Just like Mei Chaofeng?

Thinking of that Chinese martial arts novel, Solan couldn't help but want to laugh.

"that……"

Ravi Hawkins was busy collecting fingerprints not far away. When he heard Solan's laughter, he couldn't help but say, "I can't help but want to ask, this manhole cover was discovered last night, right? Did you meet the criminal? What does the other party look like? And why is it a manhole cover? Is the other party actually the Green Hornet, using this to PK with you as a weapon?"

Solan naturally would not explain in full: "Maybe he escaped from the sewer pipe, just like a mouse, using the underground space as a nest?"

"Wow...What a weird setting. Forget it. I'm just entrusted to do things. I can't ask too much, I can't ask too much... Oh my God, I still want to ask again what to do?"

This time, Ravi simply stopped staying in front of the workbench, and kept the manhole cover that had collected fingerprints halfway, and ran behind Solan.

"So man, you know Ma Yi, right? I remember several times, in the past, I met her bulk soap and laundry detergent in the supermarket. That was not the purchase volume that a girl living alone should have. You were not in Seattle at that time, right? So where did she clean it? Did she still work as a cleaner after get off work? Oh hey, do you know what's going on? Solan, Solan, please satisfy my curiosity, don't look at me like that. You suddenly admit that you know my colleague, how can I not care about it? Everyone said don't look at me like that!"

"I'm not watching you."

Solan faced Ravi calmly, leaning against the morgue, and gently lifted his chin towards the entrance of the work area.

"I just think it seems impolite to talk about people behind your back. Mai, you think so too, right?"

Ravi Hawkins blinked, then turned back one after another.

A black-haired girl stood at the entrance, dressed in a black windbreaker, jeans and high-heeled leather boots. She looked around twenty-four oriental. Her quiet and beautiful melon-shaped face was typical oriental beauty, but her temperament was really too cold.

Seeing the two in the room looking at her together, she nodded in a very small amplitude, opened her petite red lips, and uttered a sentence of Japanese, with a soft and calm voice.
Chapter completed!