"I saw no girl, I am a policeman. Just because a homeless man saw your crime scene, he came to me to report the case. You are glad that he didn't see you with his own eyes, and it was me who received the report, otherwise at least two people would be killed now."

Solan had no reason to fight with the girl. He had already withdrawn from his state as early as when he answered the phone. His scarlet eyes, golden vertical pupils, and all the external states that were different from ordinary people were hidden.

However, the girl did not cooperate with his plan for the time being. She still stared at him with scarlet eyes, bowed her body slightly, and two strands of dark brown hair hanging on both sides of her cheeks, as if she was always ready for battle. And until now, she still said a word.

"Okay, I don't expect you to speak anymore. Nodding and shaking your head, right?" Solan sighed and said, "The first question, you should know what you are, right? What I am?"

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, but nodded. God blessed, Solan sighed that he could still communicate with her.

Now that I finally have time, Solan looked at her carefully.

The girl is about 4 feet 10 inches tall, and her head is just reaching Solan's chest, but her body is proportional, with long legs and long arms, and her whole body is full of cheetah-like explosive power. She is a typical sporty girl. Her dark brown and shoulder hair looks a little messy, and her light brown jacket, lined T-shirt, jeans, and leather boots are all a little dirty. She seems to have just experienced a long journey and haven't had time to rest.

The girl's race is not easy to determine, and Solan knows nothing about art. It is not easy to determine whether her skin is light wheat, light brown or light copper. Anyway, it is not pure fairness on the streets. She does not look like Anglo-Saxon, but it seems to have some Spanish blood, but the United States is a melting pot, and it is impossible to determine the origin just by looking at these.

Judging from the standard sword eyebrows, obviously deep eye sockets, the high little nose bridge and unruly lips, if Ni Zi can still grow up, she will definitely be a wild beauty.

Unfortunately, zombies don't have this opportunity.

But as the eyes looked more and more carefully, a strange feeling surged into Solan's heart.

This girl really gives him a familiar feeling, but Solan remembers clearly that there are only a handful of young zombies he has known for many years. Zombies cannot give birth, so there is no possibility of familiar female zombies giving birth to babies, but this little girl really gives him a familiar feeling.

Solan wondered, had he really started to develop in the direction of "The Walking Dead" as a brainless person?

"The second question, where did you come from, what's your name, and what are you going to do when you come to Seattle?"

The girl's eyes were always staring at Solan, but she was no longer as defensive as before. She slowly straightened her body, her eyes gradually began to return to normal, and the sudden blue veins on her face gradually calmed down.

But she still didn't say anything, and pouted proudly, her pair of smart big eyes glanced at Solan arrogantly, and was actually looking at him.

Then she slowly walked towards Solan.

Solan didn't feel the hostility anymore, so he let her approach, just nodded little by little, watching her walk under her nose. After all, it was a little girl, her pointed little head was just in the middle of his chest, and it was a bit difficult to touch her chin.

The girl grabbed Solan's neck of clothes and pulled it, looking at him with her head raised. Although her mouth was speechless, her huge eyes seemed to be able to speak, revealing a pitiful mood.

Solan figured out what she meant, and twitched funnyly: "Do you want me to adopt you?"

The girl is shy at home, so the girl did not answer, and her big eyes did not express her intention to agree. She just slowly tilted her neck from left to right, her movements were a little stiff, and she pointed her hand at the corpse under the embankment.

The specific meaning is unknown, but Solan had no intention of guessing. He paused and appeared in front of the corpse more than ten yards away the next second, and pulled up the ankle of the body cleanly. With a buzzing sound, the body of the railway worker flew into the air, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.

"ah!"

The girl screamed in surprise and finally popped up monosyllable words. She also paused, and the next second it turned into a phantom and rushed to the sea!

However, Solan was faster than hers, and easily grabbed the girl's shoulder and pressed her to the spot. At the same time, the body was watered on the sea more than a hundred yards away.

But even with such a behavior of pressing the shoulder, Solan obviously felt a little overwhelmed. The girl seemed to be holding a small nuclear motor in her body. She didn't look much, and her strength was really amazing!

"Listen to the girl, I don't know where you used to develop the habit, but we are not the brainless zombies in "The Walking Dead". We eat people, we suck blood, but we won't eat like the idiots in the movie! Do you know what zombies are? Intelligent-Zombie, referred to as IZombie, we are not the same as those fools in the movie! Do you understand!?"

The girl looked up at Solan. Now her eyes were no longer blood-red, and the normal color was light brown, which matched her hair and skin tone.

She could understand but didn't speak. She expressed her protest with her lips tightly pursed.

Solan felt irritated: "Damn, I just went to Seattle to work today, what's this called... God, I'm still a policeman! Maintaining public order, bastard! So listen to the girl, I definitely have a hundred reasons..."

After thinking about it, he still held back his endless complaints: "...Anyway, I will take you back to my house now and teach you step by step how to be a civilized, polite and well-educated zombie!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Solan saw clearly, and the girl's eyes lit up. Thinking about her behavior of pulling her clothes just now, she was assured of the same thoughts?

Solan breathed a sigh of relief, and after half a day, he finally could relax.

Solan is very clear about what creatures like himself mean to humans.

When humans become zombies, even if they have rich life experience, their nature will be basically fixed forever. Therefore, as a hidden rule, any adult zombie has the obligation to exercise the power of the guardian when encountering a small zombie.

After all, for any society and even species, children are children. What is particularly obvious is that zombie groups pay special attention to population size and their concealment in human society.

"Agree? Agree, right? Just agree."

The location was just right, and he patted the girl on the back without raising her arms: "Actually, I arrived in Seattle this morning, or I'm back after many years. In short, although I haven't had time to report the address to the Personnel Office, there is a house and there is still some leftovers in the refrigerator at home. Don't you mind eating leftover meat that has been frozen for several years, right?"

The girl tilted her head. Although her little face was still stubborn, she was already swallowing her saliva in a very unyielding manner.

He is indeed a foodie... He looked so reluctant to leave his body just now.

"Hmph...that's good. Come home with me. Uncle invites you to a big meal!"

Solan was in a state of turmoil at this time, and he had no intention of scattering garbage on the scene. Anyway, most of it was scattered under the embankment. As for the corpse thrown into the water, even if it swelled up at any time, any possible evidence would disappear, so there was no need to worry about anything.

After all, even if the corpse is called to the police, it can only belong to the same nature as the beast devouring. Unless Solan shows his true form in front of all his colleagues and then pulls a colleague to demonstrate, no one will think about the zombies.

After the initial hostility dissipated, the girl was unexpectedly obedient. She took the toilet paper and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and followed Solan all the way back to the police car.

"What's your name?" Solan opened the door and got into the car, put on a seat belt, and reminded the girl on the passenger seat: "I can't always call you 'hee', if I don't speak or can't speak, I should be able to write, right?"

The girl slowly buckled the seat belt and looked at Solan silently during the process. Her eye sockets were sunken deeper, making her look bigger and more energetic. Her whole face was full of wild beauty, but she also took into account a hint of delicacy.

Being stared at this face hard, Solan was uncomfortable all over, his eyes swept across the girl's chin casually, and unexpectedly found a silver gloss flashing.

"Is that a necklace?"

Solan looked carefully and saw that the girl was indeed wearing a silver necklace. The moonlight shone in the car, and the necklace was shining with the gloss, which was significantly contrasted with her light brown skin.

The girl realized what Solan was saying, lowered her head, took off the necklace directly, and handed it to Solan generously.

The necklace that Solan bought was originally made of tin, and the texture was brand new. The end was not diamond jewelry, but a silver brand that was the size of an adult's thumb.

There is a string of beautiful Latin letters printed on it.
Chapter completed!