"There is very little blood coming from this corpse."

Ravi stared at the body of college student Jack Smith. The broken neck was neatly shiny, as if it was cut by a sharp blade. This conclusion was obvious. He directly targeted the biggest doubt.

"Mai, look, Smith's carotid artery has been cut open. If the murderer used a sharp blade, it would definitely splash blood everywhere at the scene, right? Is there blood at the scene?"

He looked at Solan and saw that the other party was a little silent, he was a little anxious: "I'm serious! The death time of these two corpses is obviously different. Look at the corpse spots here, Smith died at least six hours earlier than our white-collar man! If there was no blood spray on the scene, then there would obviously be two incidents in the case... so there is no more?"

Everything was Ravi talked to himself, and the other two people in the room had never spoken. But silence was obviously also an expression. Ravi looked at their serious and silent appearance and explained it directly in his mind, then turned to look at the corpse. Then he put his hands on his hips, frowned his thick black eyebrows with a tangled face, and hummed in distress.

"It's a troublesome now..."

"Ravi, man, it's really hard tonight."

Solan suddenly laughed loudly and walked towards Ravi: "Tell me, where is your family probably located? I'm suddenly called over at such a big night. I must be in a hurry, right?"

"Oh, of course." Ravie did not doubt that there was him, and he pinched the scalpel from the workbench and said, "Actually, it's not very panic. I was Google at the time, uh... Of course it's not Google's single dating website. How could a man as charming as me do to make single dating..."

"You're very sleepy, Ravi."

Solan reached out to put his hand on his shoulder and whispered, "You are very sleepy now, very sleepy, incredibly sleepy."

Ravi's roar stopped, his eyes were confused, and the scalpel fell back to the table, but it was a blessing that he had not yet connected the blade.

Solan put his mouth to his ear and whispered: "So you need to sleep now, so go to bed, go to bed, sleep until six o'clock this morning before waking up. When you wake up, you will sigh and say, "Why did I fall asleep while I'm doing it? Mai, thank you so much!"

Ravi nodded silently and murmured softly: "Yes, I'm sleepy, I need to sleep, sleep until six o'clock this morning before waking up..."

"Well, then you go to bed." After saying this, Solan let go and pushed Lavi gently on his shoulder.

A iron bridge, Ravi fell to the ground with a flat slump. With a bang, there was an intimate contact with the cement floor on the back of his head.

"Yo, it's done!"

Solan happily gave a thumbs up: "How about Mai, I've killed the one in the way!"

"If you don't have an example, you may cause a concussion. If you really send him to the hospital, I will have to have a relationship with my new boss, which is very troublesome."

Mai said lightly, trembling his fingers, and her boss flew from the ground like a catfish caught onto the shore. But no matter when it hit the back of his head or at this moment, his sleepy snoring never stopped.

"What if he doesn't matter, just drive away all the annoying ones. This is our little world." Solan said relaxed, but his expression became serious immediately. He sighed, put his hands on his hips, and looked at the two corpses on the dissection table seriously.

"The zombies are hunting, and both prey and hunters are killed. If our zombies have an evening newspaper, this incident can really be seen as a gossip tonight. Mai, what do you think, do an autopsy for this guy immediately?"

"That's all right, and Solan, don't forget to eliminate the memory of my boss."

Mai never stopped her movements. She had changed into a white coat, but she did not hold a scalpel again this time. As for the target, it was naturally the beheaded college student.

She bounced her fingers on the headless corpse from the air. The next second, the T-shirt split from the neckline to the hem of the clothes, and the incision was smooth and straight.

"Also... you just said, are you and me the little world?"

A light voice sounded, and Solan shuddered when he heard this, and then coughed hard: "Our zombie guy... seems to have just been transformed?"

Just beheading, the head and body of the deceased were sent together. He picked up the young man's head and opened his eyelids. Sure enough, he saw many scarlet blood on the whites of his eyes. It was undoubtedly a zombie, but there was undoubtedly still a long way from the walking zombie in a typical film and television drama.

Mai bounced her fingers again, and the throat of the headless corpse had been cut open.

She was silent for a moment: "...Solan, give me your head!"

Solan looked back after hearing this: "You don't need to observe...well?"

Following Mai's finger, Solan had already noticed something was wrong.

Also tonight, he had just seen the anatomy of the zombie to be transformed. The head of the neck was the body, and the body was covered with white insect eggs, which made people's scalp numb. However, this one, just as Ma Yi saw after she had cut it open, was completely clean and there was no trace of parasitization by the insect eggs.

“…The nematode was not found?”

"So give me your head, Solan."

Mai took the head, placed it in a corner of the dissection table, and then flicked her fingers twice in a row. Like the anatomy two days ago in the forest, most of the walking zombies' skull split evenly into eight-petal fan-shaped.

Every time the skull was lifted, the two of them looked more serious.

The deceased's brain was intact, there was no nematode, and no eggs were found.

Mai is much higher than Solan's understanding of the brain. She reached out to touch the deceased's brain, touched the milky white brain flesh on her fair fingertips, and her flat nails cut dents on the cheese-like flesh. The dents recovered as the nails removed, and their vitality was extremely strong.

She said solemnly: "Soran, I ask you, the three methods are different, but the zombies who are all puppet masters gather in Seattle. How likely is this?"

Solan blinked and nodded without hesitation.

"It's rare to see in a century!"

After these words, there was a long silence.

For a moment, the cold-toned anatomical room seemed extremely quiet. Solan and Mai no longer focused on the zombies, but looked at the air in a daze. Director Ravi Hawkins, the nominal owner of the forensic office, fell asleep on the sofa, which was adding bricks and tiles to resolve the cold.

After a long time, Solan spoke first.

"You have also read my call record. It was indeed what she told me first, and then the walker rang. So, since it was her who took the action, is it proof..."

"I've lived in Seattle longer than you, Solan."

Mai looked at the neatly lined up corpse refrigerators. Under the cold dimming source, the steel metal shell made of metal look even colder.

"This city has been very peaceful for too long, unlike South of Los Angeles, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, especially New York and Gotham. The people here are not ready to welcome so many zombies in one go, not to mention that the current known foreigners are at least two or even three puppet masters. Solan is going to have a big mess."

"so……"

"You are not allowed to contact her!"

Mai turned her head suddenly, glared at Solan fiercely and quickly turned back, but in this moment, the pouting lips that appeared in shock also felt like a cute girl was sulking.

"...You are not allowed to contact her." Repeat the previous sentence again, this time the voice became much softer, and then Mai took out her cell phone.

Solan stood there honestly, touched his nose and leaned against the wall and almost integrated his body: "Are you going to hang it for her?"

Solan was ready to attend an ice storm, but when the phone was connected, Mai's voice suddenly changed, so gentle that it was not as if she was scolding him just now.

"Alia? I'm Mai, Mai... Yes, that's me. Well... That's it. I'll tell you an address... Yes, just help me close the door, yes... OK, bye."

It was actually the phone call from the boathouse. It turned out that Arya was asking her to close the warehouse door. Solan immediately relaxed and immediately wiped his sweat.

However, after Ma Yi hung up the phone, her pretty face immediately changed her style and was stained with a thick layer of ice.

"Now, Solan, let's settle the score. This creator of the zombie tonight wouldn't have come to you from Gotham, right?"
Chapter completed!