Cecil died.

Died in full view of everyone.

The whole person inflated like a balloon, and then—

Bang!

It just exploded.

Flesh and blood splattered all over the sausage street.

And Cecil had just left Hannibal's clinic before he died.

Sitting in the back seat of the vintage car, Jason and Edward listened to Little Bancy's narration, Jason's expression was very playful, and Edward's expression instantly became solemn.

It's Hannibal again!

Once again, the figure of the psychiatrist appeared in Edward's field of vision.

"This guy can't be some kind of perverted murderer, right?"

Little Bancy, who was driving, guessed.

"Probably not."

"He has quite an identity and status."

"Moreover, the charitable fund that operates is also really doing good things."

Edward shook his head, but his tone wasn't so sure.

He hadn't forgotten little Davide.

The other party is also from an extraordinary background, with an identity and status that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

But what did the other side do?

It's not an exaggeration to call it a bastard.

Then, subconsciously, the leader of the special operations team, looked at Jason, who was silent.

"Jason, do you have any ideas?"

Jason's several amazing performances have already convinced Edward.

He'd love to hear Jason's opinion.

"You say ......"

"Could this Dr. Hannibal have anything to do with the 'Ghost Squad'?"

Jason said.

Earlier, when Dudas bought the so-called 'dragon eggs', Hannibal appeared.

Jason doesn't think it's a coincidence.

After all, Jason didn't believe that someone like Hannibal would take the initiative to go to the vegetable market, and the other party gave him the feeling that it was more like cultivating a piece of land by himself and being self-sufficient.

If not by coincidence, Hannibal went on purpose.

Naturally, it was related to the 'Ghost Squad'.

Those things were given to Hannibal by the Ghost Squad.

And also!

What's more......

Will those things be 'food'?

Jason thought, and then, the saliva began to secrete vigorously.

Edward, on the other hand, listened to Jason's words and fell into deep thought.

With Maika's character, if there is a choice, the other party is definitely very happy to have a collaborator like Hannibal who has both connections and money.

It's just that......

Why did Hannibal choose to work with Maika?

And what is there about Maika that makes someone like Hannibal expect?

Or, Hannibal wants to borrow Maika's hand to get rid of some people?

Edward's brow furrowed as he thought about it.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

Edward patted the driver's seat.

"Understood."

Little Bancy nodded, and immediately, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Suddenly, the speeding car became faster and faster.

However, even so, when the three of Jason arrived at Sausage Street, it was still late in the evening.

Sunset.

The blood-like sunlight spread across the streets.

Sausage Street has long been under martial law.

Dozens of police officers ran through the streets.

They were picking up the shredded flesh of Cecil's body.

The reporters who were blocked out stared at the place one after another, pressing the shutter from time to time.

Although they are not accessible, it does not prevent them from working.

Photos and records kept being sent back to the newspaper.

And when the car driven by Bancy Jr. appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of these reporters, and when Jason pushed the door and got out of the car, the flash lights immediately kept flashing.

For Jason, they are no strangers.

Heroes against militants.

Detective of the murder at the Amida restaurant.

Such an event is enough to familiarize them with Jason.

And now, Jason appeared here, and immediately made these reporters rush towards Jason like sharks smelling blood.

"Mr. Jason, are you here to solve the murder of Director Cecil?"

"Mr. Jason, what do you think about the assassination of Congressman Davide?"

"Mr. Jason, I heard that you have served as an advisor to the Police Department's Special Operations Team?"

……

The reporters who came in asked Jason one after another.

The words were like machine guns, and they kept clattering.

Jason, who remembered [city recognition], just stood up straight, still being photographed by these reporters.

When the flashing lights stopped, he replied one by one:

"I just came to the scene and I can't confirm Director Cecil's case yet."

"I regret the assassination of Congressman Davide."

"You're very well-informed, I'm now an adviser to the Special Operations Group."

Jason's cooperation made the reporters more and more excited.

Except at press conferences, they rarely meet such cooperative people.

Most people, either avoid talking about it, or rudely push away the camera.

"What do you think of the case at hand?"

"Do you know why Chief Cecil exploded?"

"Is this a new weapon?"

"Or witchcraft?"

"Do you think 'mystery' really exists?"

Reporters rushed to ask.

And Jason always maintained an indifferent appearance.

Once again, he waited for the reporters to pause.

"It is a mistake to confuse the strange with the mysterious, and the most mundane crime is often the most mysterious, because it has no peculiarity to use as a basis for reasoning."

"And ......"

"I wish there was only one!"

With that, Jason stopped giving these reporters a chance to speak, and walked straight forward.

The slight predator aura made these reporters subconsciously get out of the way.

Looking at the broad, tall back of the walking by, the reporters pressed the shutter again.

The flash flashed again.

The veteran reporter looked at the car Jason was riding in.

Looking at the dirt on the tires that did not belong to the city, these veteran reporters immediately whispered to their assistants: "Go and find out, where is Mr. Jason from." ”

The assistants nodded their heads.

Then, act fast.

A reporter's sense of smell is sometimes not weaker than that of a police detective.

It's just that the direction of thinking is different.

Jason walked ahead.

Edward walked side by side with Jason, with little Bancy following.

"Jason, you're up to the cracks!"

Edward said with admiration.

Behind him, little Bancy is the same.

"When they asked, I always felt like I was being interrogated."

"Obviously I didn't do anything."

"But they've already given the answer."

"It seems like that's what I did."

"Really...... Terrible. ”

Little Bancy seemed to have a deeper understanding, and a look of palpitation appeared on his face.

"Calmness is the only way you can cope."

Jason said this, and stopped.

In front of you is a typical two-and-a-half-storey building with a garden and a terrace, brightly coloured walls and clean windows.

At the entrance, on the left side of the black iron fence hangs a small sign: "Hannibal's Psychological Clinic".

The door is not closed at this moment.

Not only the courtyard door, but also the door of the house is open.

Two police officers were in the hallway, questioning Hannibal.

Unlike the suit and leather shoes of the last time they met, Hannibal was wearing a light green striped shirt and a pure white apron tied around his waist, and when he was questioned by the police, he saw Jason appearing at the door.

Suddenly, the psychiatrist showed a smile full of surprise.

"Good evening, Jason."