The task force members were called to the police station overnight, and the autopsy report of the forensic department was soon released, and Ravi Hawkins was responsible for reading it. When he walked into the task force office, he looked sleepy and kept muttering a series of self-talks such as "Why is it so fast" or "Has I taken the knife?", but no one cared about it.

"There may be two murderers."

After listening to the report, Detective John Brown of Irish descent said: "The causes of death of these two deceased persons correspond to the first two cases of corpses and the two previous slaughterings. The murderer who only killed college students was not a head break but a beheading this time, but the murderer who killed the white-collar worker was still so cruel. Tsk tsk..."

"The following are the specific identities of the two deceased. Please listen carefully."

Shirley was present. Her job was to collect intelligence in civilian work. At this time, she read out to the information: "Andrew Womike, 32, a senior employee of Amazon's technology department, has a wife and a daughter at home, and her daughter is studying at Lakeside Middle School. Jack Smith, 21, is a student of the Department of Biology at the University of Washington, and her parents live in Minnesota and are currently single."

A very simple piece of information was closed after reading it and said: "The time is still short, and the details need to be investigated, but there is no evidence that there is a direct connection between the two. They should have been targeted by the murderer by chance, chased and fled to that alley."

"It doesn't seem like a premeditated murderer's behavior to do it at the same time and push it into the same corner."

Solan spoke, and he knew very well how to guide his colleagues' thinking: "Tonight is not Friday, and this is not the hometown of a chainsaw madman in Texas. Especially after so many cases have been committed in a row, the murderers should not be so rampant. Although they may not be afraid of being caught by the police or even death, anyone will instinctively avoid identity exposure and induce trouble."

After all, the police detective from Gotham City has a much more professional psychological analysis of the perverted serial killer than anyone present. Claude tskated, Shirley was silent quietly, and John Brown frowned: "So this is not just a simple murder, but both of the two dead offended the murderer?"

"It's very possible." Solan smiled and said, "For example, they witnessed some decisive evidence, then fled from the scene, and were chased, just like the group of unlucky guys who stepped into the 'fatal bend'. So I think that a detailed investigation of the whereabouts of these two people during their lifetime should lead to remarkable gains."

He kept giving examples from the murderer movie. His colleagues laughed one after another. Claude waved his hand and said, "Then I'll leave this job to you. Sato's old boy is urging him now. He has to face the media in the morning, so we have to hurry up. Solan, why don't you start work now?"

"Yes, I won't check what time it's time. I'm going home and sleeping."

After a sentence came down, Solan stood up and patted Shirley on the shoulder and said, "Just continue to handle civilian work. I'll go to the University of Washington first. The classmate who lost his head will definitely cause an uproar on campus."

Shirley also nodded quickly: "I will notify you with the latest information, but now, isn't it time to sleep?"

"Believe me, there are many groups in the library..."

Solan immediately stepped out of the task force office. At this time, Ravi Hawkins, who was awakened by him from hypnosis, was still staying inside, ready to be inquired at all times. He looked at his watch and it was already 1:30 in the morning. At this time, it took less than a quarter of an hour to drive to Chengbei University Town.

Arriving on the first floor by taking the elevator, bypassing the front desk where you stayed at the shift, Solan quickly headed to the parking lot, took out his cell phone, and called Nina.

“Hurry, hurry up…”

The air pressure is low and the air is humid. It is cloudy again tonight, and no stars or moon can be seen. The weather forecast says there will be heavy to heavy rains today and tomorrow. This is really common in Seattle. It is like fitting with the atmosphere. At this moment, the number of cars passing by the road is constantly sparse, and the speed is even more unfast.

Soon, the phone was connected.

"Soran..."

Nina's voice was exhausted and furious: "I'm sleeping! Oh my god, what did you call suddenly? My roommate was scared!"

"A murder just happened. My dear, zombies attacked humans. The murderer was a student of your school and was now shot dead."

Solan said quickly, and had walked to his Toyota dominance, not surprisingly noticed Nina's sudden voice.

"Moon, zombies...students...shot!?"

It was hard for Nina to be awakened by the fierce spirit in the middle of the night, she was sleepy and rushing to the bathroom, traveling through most of the dormitory area before connecting, and then she heard such news.

"The deceased is called Jack Smith, hehe, just call John Smith, you can get it, a student in the biology department, do you know him?"

The car started and drove out of the parking lot slowly. Solan drove to the phone and blatantly violated traffic regulations as a policeman.

"I don't know...but I have a classmate from the biology department downstairs. She is tonight...I remember going to the library all night and I'll pick you up at the school gate. What do you mean by saying he was shot dead? Who shot him dead, other policemen? Or are you or... Arya?"

"Well...I did it, of course my colleagues didn't know. They regarded Jack as the victim. In fact, he was the murderer. It was a very simple thing for zombies to attack humans."

"So the question now is...wait, are you talking about zombies? Not zombies? Are you sure you are not pronunciating the self-created word!?"

Solan sighed softly.

"That's right, my dear, I'm just judging Zombie, not IZombie. Let's talk about it when we meet. If you can't drive, you always call me. Bye."

After explaining the matter, there was only a string of familiar sounds left on the phone.

Nina stood in the bathroom, frowned and stared at her phone, and had not yet come back to her senses from the shock just now. At this moment, the bathroom door was opened, and a small head with a pointed chin came in. It was her fellow dormitory roommate Soso Wang.

"Nina, what's going on?"

Nina took a deep breath before she noticed that she was eager to get out of bed and was still wearing only a pair of vest underwear in the bathroom.

"Soran just hung up the phone and said that a student from our school, named Jack Smith, was killed by...the murderer."

"What!?"

Sosuo could not have thought that this kind of news, murder, classmate, these two words were put together, and she was suddenly stuck in place, her eyes wide open.

"Jack...you mean Jack from the Biology Department!?"

This time it was Nina's turn to be surprised: "Do you know me?"

"I know...you know!? Jack Smith, the guy who tries every day to pursue you... haven't you remembered it yet? He gave the mugs on your bedside table!"

Soso was going crazy. She knew her roommate was being pursued, not to mention that Jack Smith was indeed an excellent boy. But what does Nina mean with her expression now?

"No, my dear, you use the mug you gave me every day, but you even forgot who gave it to me!"

Faced with a series of inquiries from friends, Nina was really at a loss. She only said, "Wait a minute", then quickly passed by Sosuo's body, rushed out of the bathroom, and rushed directly towards the dormitory.

Suo looked down at himself and rushed out of the bed. The same vest and underwear dressed in a very embarrassing manner.

"Who is this... the real boyfriend forgets all the spare tires as soon as he returns? Woo... a waste of resources!"

Without mentioning how Sosuo complained, Nina was really puzzled. It turned out that the cup on the bedside table was not bought by herself but given by someone else? Thinking about it carefully, a few days ago, it seemed that a boy gave her something with a flushed face, and she was still a junior. So...

Nina returned to the dormitory, and on the head of her bed, the familiar God-Selected Mug was of course there. She couldn't help but smile bitterly, thanks to the advertising slogan on the cup so deeply, and the feelings were so deep that she forgot the person who gave the cup?
Chapter completed!