Eat you!

Come! Get it in your mouth!

Jason's gentle voice fell on the monster's ears, but it turned into a hideous roar.

It shook its head subconsciously and muttered incessantly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come, it's not me, it's all an illusion."

Unfortunately, though, this murmur doesn't do anything for Jason at all.

Bang!

He stepped forward and punched his opponent in the stomach.

It's not powerful, but it's accurate, and it's just right to taste.

The next moment-

Vomit!

The monster vomited on its knees.

A pitch-black thing that looked like turtle jelly fell to the ground with vomiting.

Like the 'Possack Elf', this palm-sized 'food' has no hands or feet and no facial features, and can only squirm slowly on the ground.

The sweet scent instantly washed away the sour stench of vomit.

Jason picked up the 'food' with ease, turned around and pulled out the liquor from the wine cabinet next to him, and began to rinse it carefully.

After making sure there was no vomit, Jason shook and shoved it into his mouth.

Similar to the 'Possac Elf', but a little sweeter, with a hint of milk.

All in all, it's pretty good for a late-night snack.

[Devour the 'Elves of Epuk'!] 】

[Maximum recovery of physical strength and energy (injury)!] 】

【Satiety +3】

【Satiety:106】

……

A satiety value that matches the value of a late-night supper.

In fact, this 'Epke Elf' is already the one with the highest satiety value, and the rest are all floating around 1-2.

However, a low satiety value does not mean that they are less destructive.

Same as 'Possac Elf'.

The 'Elf' is also the 'food' that lurks in the human body.

Borrowing 'people' to accomplish all sorts of things.

However, unlike the solitary living of the 'Pusak Elves', these 'Epke Elves' live in groups, and therefore, they borrow the shells of various unrelated 'people' to accomplish many incredible things.

For example, the case: 'Echoes of the hanged man. ’

This has been confirmed by Jason via 'Dead Air Perception'.

Inside this house, there are many things that are stained with death.

Some are light, some are thick.

One of the ropes is the most eye-catching.

Three different strands of death condensed on it, and in the case of the three combined 'Echoes of the Hanged', the answer was already self-evident.

However, this is only his inference from the 'mysterious side'.

There is also a need for evidence from the 'scientific side'.

Turning to the phone in the living room, Jason dialed the police hotline.

"Hey."

"Is it Lord Jason?"

"Are you looking for Director Edward?"

"I'll tell you right away."

Jason had just said a word, and the operator Ida said again and again.

For this operator lady, she has long been accustomed to distinguishing a person by sound when she answers the phone every day, and even if she only hears the voice once, she will not forget it.

"Okay."

Jason replied and gave the address.

Then, he waited quietly.

The whole house had been inspected while waiting for the last 'supper' to come to the door.

There's nothing to care about.

In other words, apart from the 'food' itself, it's very ordinary.

"It's because of this ordinariness that Edward is so difficult to start, right?"

Jason thought, and his thoughts spread naturally.

"Since the 'human' body is borrowed, then these 'food' should also be communicative."

"In the same way, when faced with life and death, 'food' will also be greedy for life and afraid of death to make choices."

"So, can I cultivate a 'food traitor'?"

Jason thought about this question seriously and analyzed the pros and cons.

There is no doubt that this training program is generally feasible.

But the time it takes is definitely not short.

Naturally, there will be some twists and turns of repeated temptation.

This will increase the time again.

Not enough for him who has 58 days left.

Then, Jason suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He thought of the 'Ghost Squad.' ’

"According to Hannibal, the 'Ghost Squad' has a stable 'food channel'!"

"But the uncertainty of the 'food' makes it difficult to do this, unless the 'ghost team' can accurately grasp the movement of these 'food' every time."

"In other words, the 'Ghost Squad' is likely to have cultivated a 'traitor' on its own."

Thinking of this, Jason clenched his fist sharply.

He was determined to eradicate the Ghost Squad, a dishonorable and unscrupulous enemy.

Definitely not for that 'rape'.

It was just plain loot.

He just couldn't ignore the 'ghost squad' attacking and killing provocations in front of him several times.

His dignity was trampled on.

Nature is a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

"If there is a 'traitor', it is not difficult to find the 'Ghost Squad'."

"The only thing that needs to be considered is whether the 'food traitor' is specially placed."

"Or ......"

"'Food rape' is a one-line connection."

Thinking about the Ghost Squad's style of doing things, Jason thinks it's possible to do both.

The controller can choose chronic poisons.

Controlling 'food rape' naturally has something similar.

Although he didn't know it.

For Jason, eat, and that's it.

There is no need to think about anything else.

But now he had to think about it, which made Jason frown.

He thinks this affects the purity of 'food'.

Therefore, the 'ghost squad' that caused such trouble is even more damned.

And the 'food traitor' must be in his own hands.

Only in this way can the purity of the 'food' be guaranteed.

After all, there is no guarantee that 'food' that has been controlled by similar poisons or other means will not affect the taste.

The sound of a car engine outside the door came from far and near.

After a sudden braking, Edward hit him directly.

Looking at the five people who fell to the ground, he asked with a short breath:

"Who are they?"

"Yes."

"You can look it up."

Jason didn't answer in the affirmative, just pointed to the storage room at the end of the hallway on the first floor.

Edward immediately walked over.

The storage room here is different from the storage room of other people's miscellaneous items, and it is full of knives, daggers, ropes, and two shotguns.

Edward's eyes lit up when he saw these things.

Some of the murder weapons in front of him still had coagulated blood stains, and Edward's mind automatically appeared a lot of files that used similar murder weapons to create murder cases.

'Murder in Rice Soup House'!

'Bitter gourd public toilet shooting'!

'Shortbread Street's Throat Cutting Case'!

One case after another emerged, which made Edward more and more excited.

He turned around and gave Jason a thumbs up.

"Well done!"

Edward said.

After that, of course, Jason doesn't need to worry about it anymore.

More professionals came to the scene and sorted out the murder weapons and evidence one by one.

Those who have been infiltrated by the 'Elves of Epuk'?

They were all taken back for interrogation.

Maybe they're a little pitiful.

However, they are by no means innocent.

Jason got in the car, and it was Bancy Jr. who was driving.

This was the order of Edward, who needed to stay on the scene.

The car started again.

Little Bancy held the steering wheel and controlled the car to move steadily, while he couldn't help but sigh: "Your Excellency Jason, this is really a long night!" ”

Then, little Bancy suddenly thought of something, and he said—

"Do you think we're going to run into anything else?"