Edward looked at Jason with a serious face, and a burst of words inexplicably rose in his chest.

The one chuckled at first.

"yes, it's just Jason."

"But Jason I know doesn't see me three times a day."

"Moreover, they are all at the scene of a crime!"

Speaking of this, this one's voice rose a few decibels.

Then, the other party, who had been wearing glasses and a scarf, and looked polite, shouted like a volcanic eruption-

"Three times!"

"Three times in a row!"

"I didn't even see the door to the police station, and I came back again!"

"Do you know how to describe it according to the words of the ancient countries of the East?"

"Why are you again?!"

Whew, swoop.

The continuous loud words caused Edward to gasp for breath.

The female pastry chef looked at Edward with this appearance, and couldn't help but want to ease the atmosphere.

"Maybe that's what it is...... Fate? Wonderful? ”

The female pastry chef said softly.

Suddenly, Edward's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Even, there was a burst of blackness in front of him.

Looking at Edward's appearance, even if the female pastry chef was slow to react, she knew that she had said the wrong thing at this time, and in order to express her apology, she immediately brought twice the mint water.

A glass was placed in front of Edward.

A glass was handed to Jason.

"Shit's fate."

Edward picked up the mint water, drank it down, and muttered under his breath.

Then, as if thinking about something, he fell silent.

Jason held a glass of water and looked at each other quietly.

There was no urging.

Jason has always been patient.

It was a full ten seconds before Edward spoke again.

"Sorry, gaffe."

This one said.

Jason raised his glass to indicate that it was okay.

It's really fine.

Jason doesn't care about the other person's gaffe.

In Jason's view, Edward's loss of control just now was partly due to emotions, and partly to bring the relationship between the two sides closer.

The successive deaths of subordinates have made the person in charge feel a sudden increase in pressure, and he naturally needs to vent his emotions.

And get closer?

There is no doubt that the other side is in a bad situation.

It was even worse than he had imagined.

Is it because of the airborne?

Or is it because of the difference between the style of action and the kind of police officer like Thorndike.

Or is it both?

Jason didn't know.

Jason only knew that the other party was sending a friendly signal to him.

The other side needs an ally!

And at the moment, is there a more suitable ally than him?

No!

Jason doesn't disagree.

As a newcomer, he also needs an ally.

And Edward, of course, was limited to allies.

The kind of mutual benefit.

More?

Without.

After all, the other party is not a person like Bundy.

The other party may have some sense of justice, but it is definitely not to the extent of Bundy.

Not to mention Bundy's selflessness.

So, just a collaboration.

Therefore, Jason did not refuse Edward's invitation -

"I think we need to talk."

"Find a quiet place."

"Yes, where are you going?"

Jason replied, but his eyes turned to the female pastry chef.

In this situation, Jason would not leave the female pastry chef alone.

Edward reacted instantly.

"Of course Ms. Gizer can come along."

"I know a good restaurant."

"It's almost time for lunch."

"We can be together."

Edward said as Jason stood up and walked out the door.

"What are we waiting for?"

"Speed."

Jason urged.

Predators, always passionate about food.

It's like a woman going out to rub a little.

Although the pastry chef said it would only take three minutes, by the time she got into Edward's car, it was already five minutes later.

I changed out of the clothes that are unique to the store.

The female pastry chef once again wore the same lapel suit as Jason had when they first met.

The only difference is that the color is white.

The scarf is pink.

Shoes are similar.

The bag on the back has become the kind of shoulder bag, and the size of the bag is very small, only the size of the palm of an ordinary person's hand.

The female pastry chef sat next to Jason, looking at Jason's gaze, a little shy.

However, in order to show a better side, he still maintains his demeanor and sits up straight.

"Flashy."

Jason said suddenly.

"Huh?"

The female pastry chef was stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting to the meaning of Jason's words.

"It's so small that you can't even fit half a roast chicken."

Jason gestured to the bag.

Can't even fit half a roast chicken?

The female pastry chef blinked, she didn't understand Jason's logic at all.

Shouldn't the bag be a match?

What does it have to do with roast chicken?

How is it possible for a girl's bag to be used to hold things?

However, the female pastry chef still waited patiently for Jason's next evaluation.

However, Jason had already looked at Edward, who was driving.

Suddenly, the female pastry chef was extremely disappointed.

Just saw the bag?

Don't see me?

The female pastry chef thought, more and more lost.

Jason didn't notice any of this, his mind was already on lunch.

"Is it far away?"

Jason asked.

"It's not far, about three blocks."

"It's in the second half of the sausage street"

Edward replied.

"The second half of the sausage street?"

"Is that the 'Amida Restaurant'?"

The female pastry chef, who was still a little lost just now, suddenly spoke.

"Yes."

"Have you heard?"

Edward looked at the female pastry chef in amazement, he thought that the restaurant was the only one he knew, after all, it had only been open for more than a month.

"Of course I did."

"It's rumored to be a restaurant that brings 'happiness'!"

"I've made an appointment with Evelyn to go at the end of the month."

The female pastry chef mentions her sister, and her mood goes down again.

"Bringing 'happiness'?"

Edward frowned.

He hadn't heard anything like that before.

Jason frowned in the same way.

He always felt that the scene in front of him was a little familiar.

"There's no such thing as 'stargazing' on the signature dishes there, right?"

Can't help it, Jason asked.

"Nope."

"The signature dishes there are 'heartache feelings' and 'lover's tears.'"

"But these two dishes require a man and a woman to make reservations at the same time."

"I'm alone, just eating ordinary bones."

Edward replied.

"Only men and women can make an appointment if they are present at the same time?"

"'Heartache feelings', 'lover's tears'?"

"Is this where 'happiness' comes from?"

Jason couldn't help but think about it through the name of the dish.

He's already starting to fantasize about what the food tastes like.

So, as soon as the car stopped, Jason got out of the car immediately.

The female pastry chef naturally followed Jason.

A homeless man dressed up and a well-dressed person naturally attracted people's attention, but the people nearby just watched, but did not make a sound, let alone provoke.

A person who is able to get out of a car, even if it is a homeless person, is not an ordinary person.

At a time when most people can only own bicycles, cars are enough to represent status.

And the people around are not stupid.

The female pastry chef was a little embarrassed to be looked at by everyone.

Jason didn't care, he just shook his nose.

And then......

His brows furrowed.