After a complex but short sound, the brilliance suddenly appeared.

The blinding light shrouded the vehicles driven by Davide and Hunter, as well as the men in black with guns.

"Ahhh

Cries of pain rang out one after another.

"Flashbang!"

"There's an ambush!"

"Hidden! Take cover! ”

The man in black in the lead shouted loudly.

But, it's late.

Jason's figure appeared in the midst of the men in black, his tall, strong body and the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his hand spun rapidly.

Woo!

The blade sliced through the air and roared.

Poof, poof!

Everyone around Jason was fatally slashed.

Moreover, as Jason's footsteps moved, the range of such slashes continued to expand.

When Davide and Hunter regained their vision, there was a stump and severed arm in front of them, and a figure stood straight in it, and the ice hockey mask on his face was in a bloody field, which became more and more hideous and terrifying.

Hunter never thought of himself as a timid person, but at this time he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

What happened?

Just now I was clearly surrounded by a group of people.

How is it that you are surrounded by one person now?

Even, if he could, he would rather choose his previous opponent.

Because, the guy in front of him who was covered in blood looked like a perverted murderer.

The dead guys on the ground are the best proof of that.

However, as a police officer, Hunter still subconsciously raised the gun in his hand.

But the next moment, he was held down by Davide.

"Excellency Jason?"

Davide asked tentatively.

Jason?

Hunter was stunned for a moment, then looked sharply at Jason.

He felt that the figure in front of him was a little familiar just now, and when Davide's words came out, the figure in front of him immediately merged with the tall, strong figure in his memory.

It's Jason!

Hunter thought with certainty.

And Jason, who was standing in front of the two, flatly denied it.

"Jason? Are you talking about that famous writer? ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not."

"I'm just a 'masked man' passing by."

Jason was serious nonsense.

Famous writer?

Fool!

Who would give such a high rating to a third-rate writer but yourself?

Young Hunter could barely control his expression and wanted to roll his eyes.

Davide was much more normal, and he kept that habitual smile.

"Your Excellency the 'Mask Man' passing by, are you okay?"

"If not, we'll leave first."

The middle-aged sheriff asked tentatively.

Although he had confirmed that the person in front of him was Jason, the scene in front of him still shocked the middle-aged sheriff's heart.

In the past 20 years of case-handling career, this middle-aged sheriff has already seen too many vicious guys, but this middle-aged sheriff is sure that these vicious guys are not as good as Jason's little finger in front of him.

Look at the corpses on the ground.

How long has it been since the light flashed?

A second?

Two seconds?

In this short period of time, the existence of so many people has been killed, why do you want to be a writer, this middle-aged sheriff doesn't know, he only knows that if the other party wants to trouble them, they are really dead.

So, the middle-aged sheriff tentatively.

He wanted to know Jason's attitude.

And the result was a relief for him.

As soon as his words fell, Jason turned his body and left directly.

Hunter kept his eyes on Jason.

At this time, when I saw Jason leaving, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But the middle-aged sheriff spoke again.

"Wait."

"Can you tell me why you helped me?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"Those who hold salaries for everyone should not freeze to death in the wind and snow."

Jason's footsteps didn't stop, but the voice came from afar, clearly drilling into the ears of Davide and Hunter.

The two were slightly stunned, and unconsciously muttered this sentence.

Hunter's eyes grew brighter, and a conviction seemed to erupt.

Previously, he had similar beliefs, but they were vague.

And now, that belief became clear with Jason's voice.

He, in this moment, found the value of his own existence.

Davide is different.

The middle-aged sheriff, who had already understood what he was going to do, shook his head slightly and chuckled.

"I just did what I had to do."

He said.

Then, raising his head and shouting at the distant back—

"Thank you."

Jason heard such thanks, the corners of his mouth curled behind the mask, but his voice was muttered indistinctly.

"What a fool."

There is always a group of fools in the world who will stand up when others are desperate.

Bring light to others!

It's like the stars in the night!

Dispel the darkness of the world!

They are called ......

Hero.

A bunch of fools.

I really hope that these fools will live a long life and have no worries about life.

Otherwise, sooner or later, the darkness that has been dispelled will return, making the whole world like an abyss, like hell.

Jason had seen it before.

In, the city that never sleeps.

It's a hell on earth.

One such place is enough.

More?

I'm afraid the universe is going to be destroyed.

Jason turned his head to the side.

John, who came as agreed, parked the car on the side of the road, and in the driver's seat, John looked at Jason with a little surprise.

He witnessed what had just happened.

He wasn't surprised that Jason would make a move.

Just surprised by the way Jason shot.

He had seen similar people in his 'career', but he didn't expect Jason to be like that.

Why would such a person become a writer?

Like me, is it also because of retirement?

John couldn't help but think.

Jason bypassed the car, pulled the door open and sat in the passenger seat.

Just as Jason was ready, John handed Jason a bag of papers.

"What you want about Edward, the former employer of Adam's butler."

John said cleanly, as always.

"Thank you."

Jason said as he unwrapped the brown paper bag.

There is a thick stack of information inside, and these materials are quite detailed.

From Edward's birth to his disappearance.

Born in Cherry City in 33, Edward came to a wealthy family with an elite education from an early age, and took over the family's businesses, including a bank and a mining company, as an adult.

Findirt was able to become the housekeeper of Edward's family because of the recommendation letter of the old housekeeper of Edward's family before retirement.

The two sides have worked together for nearly 30 years, and Findirt has diligently helped Edward, and Edward is relieved to hand over many businesses to Findirt.

If this continues, Findirt will definitely take care of two or even three generations of Edward's family like the old butler before him, and then introduce a new butler when he retires.

Or, simply let your heirs inherit their profession and become the stewards of the Edwards' legacy.

It's just that things went unexpected.

In '97, Edward suddenly contracted some strange disease, and not only did he become delirious, but he also made several irrational investments, which led to the decline of the entire Edward family.

Jason, who had read the information, looked at the photo he was carrying in the document.

This is an old black and white photograph, at least 20 years old, or even longer, with the corners slightly played.

There are two people in the photo, one sitting and one standing.

A much younger-looking Fendilt stood smiling, and in front of him was a well-dressed middle-aged man with a beard.

The man held a cane in his hand, his hands on it, his left hand down, his right hand on top, and on the exposed index finger of his right hand, there was a ring encrusted with gemstones.

Despite the black-and-white photo, Jason was able to roughly estimate how expensive the ring would be.

"Such a ...... for families with banks and mines"

Jason said, looking at John.

Jason didn't finish, but John understood what Jason was trying to say.

A family with a bank and a mine could not disappear so quickly.

Unless someone is getting in the way.

As for Edward's misguided decision?

A person who has inherited the family for decades and is at the helm of the family's smooth transition, is definitely not a stupid person, maybe he will make a mistake because of an accident, but it is absolutely impossible to make several mistakes in a row.

And such continuous accidents and mistakes are enough to explain some problems.

"There are some problems."

"But it's subtle."

"It seems that someone is covering up such a thing, and I don't have the slightest clue in my channel, but I have heard some rumors."

John said about his investigation after reading the documents.

"Rumors?"

Jason came interested.

Although most of the rumors are chasing after the wind.

However, there is still a source.

"A year before Edward went bankrupt, he was often heard exclaiming at night."

"It's the kind of exclamation that doesn't know the meaning and is full of fear."

"And it was from that time that Edward began to make investments that most people don't understand: spending exorbitant prices and buying strange things."

John continued.

"Strange stuff?"

Jason was getting more and more interested.

He seemed to smell the presence of 'food'.

"Well, these things are very hidden, and Edward never let more people see them, but Findilt dictated them afterwards, and the butler didn't want to mention them more."

"In fact, if it weren't for the desire to find Edward's whereabouts, everyone would have believed that the butler would have kept his mouth shut."

John nodded and explained.

"And how did Edward go missing?"

Jason asked.

In the information just now, Edward's disappearance is recorded, but the account is vague, with only a few sentences: Edward left his rented house in the suburbs and never returned.

According to those around him, the down-and-out Edward seemed to be unable to accept the status quo and became insane.

It is also said that Edward showed signs of suicide on more than one occasion.

Everything makes sense.

It's the performance of a frustrated person.

If there is no previous 'abnormal' investment.

"That's what the information says."

"Findirt proves that."

"Edward had said that he had been deceived, and that he was a liar or something."

"There's one thing I care about, though."

John paused, and the expression on his face became a little strange.

Jason didn't rush, he waited quietly.

After about a second or two, John continued:

"Three months after Edward's disappearance, Edward has been seen!"

"It's just Edward's ghost!"

"Ghosts?"

"Well, ghosts!"

"Witnesses said that Edward was wandering around his old mansion, completely illusory."

"The witnesses at the time were frightened and ran straight home."

"And it's not the first time."

"Later, when someone wanted to buy Edward's old mansion, they encountered a similar situation, but they were more bizarre and seemed to be pulled into a nightmare."

"After two incidents, Edward's old mansion was completely unattended."

"Soon, it was deserted, but last summer, there was a sudden fire that engulfed the entire mansion, and by the time the fire brigade arrived, it had already burned to the ground."

A haunted old mansion?

Burned?

Plus Edward bought strange things before.

Jason couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He always felt that someone was erasing the traces.

Obviously, it's not just Jason who thinks so, some people think that way, too.

"A few days after this happened, some people began to wander around Edward's old house."

"They're obviously looking for something."

"But they all came home empty-handed."

"It was no secret at the time, and many people in the Cherry City underworld went to try their luck."

"They saw those guys."

"It's supposed to be an outsider."

"It's hard to mess with."

John emphasized.

"And after that?"

Jason asked.

"After that, many people became more and more interested, and the 'Edward Disappearance' reappeared in the field of vision of these guys, and they began to investigate, and then ......"

"Death has begun!"

John's face was solemn.

He began to describe the parts of his previous investigation that had been of most interest to him.

"The first three people to start the investigation all died."

"Drowning, accidental electric shocks, and car accidents!."

"The three of them are the most famous private investigators and investigators in Cherry City."

"Two of them died quietly, and when they were found, they were cold."

"However, the one who had the car accident left a message—"

"He's holding a doll in his hand."

"It's the kind of doll that someone will use to decorate the front of the car, and most people will choose something they like, or cute."

Speaking of which, John pointed to the center console of his car, on which there was a dog doll resembling a terrier, connected by a spring, and with a slight touch, it nodded up and down and swayed.

"But his doll is different, and he doesn't stick it to it, but holds it in his hand in advance - someone has investigated, and the detective bought it about three days ago, and then, keeping it close to him, seems to have foreseen his fate, in order to leave a message for people."

"What's that doll?"

Jason couldn't help but ask.

John replied bluntly—

"It's a ......"

"Coffin!"