Edward's brow furrowed slightly, and he turned again, with an inquiring look in his eyes.

"In the former street park, two people asked me for pastries from the 'Watchdog Pastry House'."

"They're not here to make pastries."

"It's about rushing people."

Facing Edward's, Jason said very directly.

"So, that's why you're here?"

"Repay the favor?"

"Plus checkout?"

Edward, the deputy director, took two steps back and stopped about a meter away from Jason.

As if sensing Jason playing with himself,

Edward asked rhetorically, glaring at Jason with both eyes.

Suddenly, those sharp eyes made people tremble more and more.

Jason, however, was unaffected.

Although the other party's eyes are sharp, they are far from the 'Pied Piper'.

Not even a puppet of the 'shepherd'.

In Jason's opinion, the level of danger of the other party is about ...... It's only equivalent to 2-3 'laughers'.

It's a bit of a hassle to deal with.

But it's not fatal.

Jason gestured to the trolley he had placed in the corner of the shop.

"And buying food."

Jason said.

The bag of trough cake hung on his trolley.

Edward glanced at it and continued to ask:

"What about the two men?"

"Garbage, naturally, you have to go where garbage should be."

Jason replied.

"What else?"

Edward waved at one of his men, turning his head and continuing as the man went to investigate.

"And ......"

"Her sister is missing."

"Like those girls, missing."

Jason refers to the female pastry chef.

"Ms. Guisere has reported the case, and we are actively working on it."

"I will also arrange for men to secretly protect Lady Gizer."

"If you're willing to go back to the veterans' hospital, I can help too."

Edward replied.

Jason didn't say anything more.

Veteran's Hospital?

He didn't have time to recuperate.

Facing the silent Jason, Edward turned again and walked out.

However, this time, when Edward himself walked to the door, he voluntarily stopped and turned to look at Jason.

Seeing that Jason was still silent, the newly appointed 'Special Deputy Director' left in the true sense of the word.

Jason watched the other man leave.

After vintage cars disappear around street corners.

Jason couldn't help but squint slightly.

The other party is fishing!

Use him and Gizer as bait!

It is clear that the shooting that has just happened is related to the military, and his identity happens to be a retired veteran.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the identity of his retired veteran is confirmed, any sergeant or investigator will conduct an in-depth investigation in the face of the situation just now.

Bringing him back is just basic.

But what about the other side?

Directly close the team.

There's nothing greasy in this, Jason doesn't believe it.

Therefore, he further tested the other party.

Start with 'compensation' and then inform the other party about the park.

In order to lead to the newspaper "Woman's Serial Disappearance".

Gixier's sister is one of the missing people, and Gixier has been threatened three times and twice, so it should be related to this case that caused a sensation in the entire German city.

You must know that "The Serial Disappearance of Women" was not only published in the newspaper on October 20, but also reported on it in the newspaper today.

Still in the form of front-page headlines.

With such a premise, will normal people let their guard down?

Or to be more precise, would a normal person only arrange two people to stare at it secretly?

No, it won't.

Because the easiest way to do this is to go into a 'safe house' and protect it thoroughly, rather than leaving it outside and letting the danger come.

Jason couldn't think of anything other than being bait.

So, everything in front of me became clear.

He was used as bait for the murderer of the 'shooting'.

Gise, as bait for the murderer of the 'Serial Disappearance of Women'.

However, Jason is still a little concerned about -

The shooting that just happened and the disappearance of women that have already happened several times in a row, are the two independent? Or is there some kind of connection?

Standing in the doorway, Jason thought quietly for a moment.

Eventually, he shook his head.

There are too few clues to be sure.

Turning around, Jason walked towards the store.

Looking at Jason as he walked back, Gixier breathed a sigh of relief again.

She was just worried that Jason would just leave.

After all, the crisis had passed, and she had no reason to leave Jason at all.

But she was very scared to leave her alone.

In the midst of the struggle, Jason walked back.

This made a smile involuntarily appear on the female pastry chef's face.

Looking at the relieved smile of the female pastry chef, Jason said indifferently: "To make new pastries, you promised me." ”

How could he leave without eating a new trough cake?

No one could stop him from looking forward to food.

Even if it's dangerous to stay here.

but

The greatest danger is death.

Just right.

He is immortal.

Touching his empty belly, Jason said:

"I'll clean up here."

"You go to the oven."

After saying that, Jason carefully picked up the pastries that had fallen on the ground, blew off the dust and glass slag on them, and carefully placed them on the plate.

The mess was all caused by the dead Sheriff Thorndike's subordinate.

In a panic, they crashed through more than one counter.

Not only did the pastries on the counter fall to the ground, but the glass slag also fell to the ground.

The only thing to be thankful for is that because of the glass slag on the ground, these people deliberately avoided this place when they were rolling in pain, so that the pastry was not stained with blood.

All the pastries were picked up.

Although Jason was cautious, it was inevitable that there would be some damage.

There are a few pastries that are not very well shaped, and it is obvious that they cannot be sold.

So, Jason 'reported the loss'.

Creamy, nice.

Praline chocolate, yes.

Strawberry flavor?

Big kudos.

The sweet flavor permeated the tip of Jason's tongue, and although he didn't get enough to eat, Jason still felt comfortable.

As for contentment?

That's impossible.

Until he eats the real food, Jason's stomach can't be satisfied.

Even if you eat it.

It also needs high quality and large quantities.

But the enjoyment of the taste buds made Jason feel good, and after packing the wood chips and glass residues on the ground, he walked towards the trash can opposite the 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.

It's just that before Jason really got close to this trash can, Jason's footsteps were a meal.

A faint smell crept into his nose.

It's a familiar flavor for Jason.

Blood!

The smell of human blood!

And under Jason's gaze, a piercing crimson has slowly overflowed from the trash can.

Temporarily putting down the garbage in his hand, Jason returned to the pastry house and said to the female pastry chef:

"Gixier, go, call the police."