I, Simmond, am the apartment manager.

I used to be a doctor.

Unfortunately, a medical accident caused me to lose my medical license.

It also ruined my future completely.

No hospital, medical institution in New Delok will hire a stupid doctor who leaves gauze in the patient's body.

In order to survive, I had to let go of my pride and apply for a lower position.

Eventually, I became an apartment manager.

The meager salary is only enough for my basic livelihood.

I don't really care about that anymore.

By the time I lost the pride of being a doctor, I was dead.

But Barra appeared.

The guy who made me lose my doctor's qualification.

He had clearly forgotten about me.

And I feel a little guilty about him.

For the sake of this guilt, I asked him to drink twice.

This made him think I was a friend, and one day when he was drunk, he told me the story that he and his accomplices were professional liars who specialized in finding people to cheat.

Among them, including me.

Back then, I was also the target of their deception.

That's not what Barra told me.

Rather, after he had drank, I saw the wound he had hidden under his clothes.

The stitching is very familiar.

Even though it's been more than ten years, I haven't forgotten it.

That's, I stitched it up.

I wanted to kill him.

But my sanity tells me that he is only one of them, and there is another.

If I kill him, the other one will definitely run away.

In fact, the other is the mastermind and mastermind.

Bala?

Just a little minion.

I don't know what the two of them are doing when they come back to New Tak.

But I know I only have one chance.

I have prepared and practiced many times for this.

For the sake of seamlessness.

Everything went well.

Until......

The appearance of that man.

"Y-How do you know?"

The apartment manager stared at Jason with wide eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

His plan was clearly perfect and seamless.

But why can the man in front of him see through it at a glance?

Does he have superpowers?

But even if you have superpowers, can superpowers solve cases so unreasonable?

"Everything is obvious."

Jason said lightly.

Then with that, he walked out.

The female pastry chef was not around, how did he know how to explain.

But the indifferent tone and thick back give the people around you a feeling of 'everything is obvious, if you can't see it, it can only be because you are too stupid'.

At least that's how little Bancy felt.

He looked at the apartment manager, who was already unable to kneel on the ground, and then at Jason's back.

He couldn't help but turn his head to his captain and asked.

"Captain, do you know?"

"Of course."

"Isn't everything obvious?"

"I'll leave it to you for now."

"I'll come when I go."

Edward looked like he knew everything, and then went straight after Jason.

How could he possibly know?

But how can you say that you don't know in front of your subordinates?

You have to ask and come back.

Edward thought his steps were getting faster and faster.

But Jason's pace isn't slow, either.

As if it were ......

Escape from me?

Edward thought subconsciously.

But then he shook his head.

How could Jason escape.

I just asked him how he found the murderer, and what reason did he have for escaping?

Edward picked up speed right now.

It's just that Jason is a little faster.

It wasn't until he got close to the 'Dog Pastry House' that Jason's pace slowed down.

"Jason wait for me."

"What are you doing so fast?"

Edward, who had caught up, asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Jason asked rhetorically.

Edward was stunned.

Obvious again?

Am I so stupid?

Just when the leader of the special operations group fell into doubt, a sweet smell of pastry entered his nose.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Edward's mind.

"Pastries!"

"You're here for lunch?"

Edward blurted out.

When he saw Jason nod, Edward let out a sigh of relief.

Good thing I'm not really stupid.

And while Edward breathed a sigh of relief, Jason also breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the meal came in time.

Bite!

Jason pushed the door in, and the doorbell rang crisply.

"Jason, you're back."

"Lunch will be ready right away."

The female pastry chef who was fiddling with a chocolate banana boat looked up with a smile.

"Hmm."

"I'm going to wash my hands."

Jason said as he walked down the hallway.

At this time, Edward told the female pastry chef what had just happened.

"How did Jason know?"

Edward couldn't help but ask at the end.

"Everything is obvious!"

"The look on the face of Mr. Simmond, the manager of the apartment, betrays everything."

"He was so calm."

"Not at all like someone who saw a corpse for the first time."

"Or more accurately, not like an unrelated person who saw a corpse."

"With Jason's keen observation, he will definitely be able to find the clues."

The female pastry chef said as a matter of course.

That is to say...... Jason is cheating on him? ”

Edward asked, stunned for a moment.

"No, no, no."

"Jason isn't that kind of person."

"Jason must have checked the drawer where the murder weapon was stored when little Bancy opened the door with that Mr. Symond, so he locked the murderer."

The female pastry chef waved her hand, correcting the error in Edward's words.

"I see."

"I see."

Edward nodded abruptly, and then gave a thumbs up to Jason who came out.

"It's really a keen sense of observation and careful action."

With that, Edward walked out.

He's not here to eat.

That banana boat is tempting though.

But he needs to go back and answer questions from Bancy Jr. and the others to prove that although he is not as sharp as Jason's observation, he is only slightly inferior.

Bite!

The doorbell rang, and Edward ran back faster than before.

The female pastry chef came over with a larger chocolate banana boat.

In the huge glass plate, the cream is on the outermost layer, and the whole banana is arranged in two rows, on which are arranged in the same way as two ice cream balls and a waffle, which is a dozen layers.

Roll the chocolate sauce and pour it from above.

Immediately, the aroma is seductive.

Jason picked up the spoon and scooped out a large piece from top to bottom.

This piece contains chocolate sauce, hot waffles and cold ice cream, as well as ripe bananas and sweet cream.

As soon as you take a bite, these flavors quickly burst out on your taste buds.

Especially hot waffles and cold ice cream.

It's like a pair of protagonists who fight endlessly, not only exuding their own charm, but also bringing other flavors to it.

The hand is swift, bringing up layers of phantoms.

Jason scooped spoonful.

The oversized banana boat vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The female pastry chef smiled and took out another plate from the counter.

Then, turning around and carrying a pot of freshly brewed black tea.

Just as Jason finished the second plate of chocolate banana boats and picked up his teacup—

Bite!

The doorbell rang.

"Good afternoon, Mentor Jason, Gizchel."

St. Mungo's Student Council President Teddy pushed the door open and greeted the two.

The female pastry chef subconsciously walked to her friend.

But, the next moment.

She was grabbed by Jason's arm and pulled behind her.

And then......

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded quietly.