Looking at Jason, who was about to leave, Hannibal quickly came back to his senses.

"I've got a spare room here."

He added right away.

"I promised Gixier that I would live there for the time being."

Jason shook his head and explained.

"Gizchel?"

"The pastry chef?"

Hannibal frowned slightly, then nodded.

"Promise?"

"Understood."

"Can I visit you?"

Hannibal asked.

"Of course."

Naturally, Jason would not refuse a visit from a master chef, not to mention that the two still have a considerable friendship - the 'food' that he eats is a testament to this.

"I'll send you."

Hannibal sent Jason all the way outside the courtyard gate.

Moreover, after silently watching Jason's figure disappear into the corner of the street, he reluctantly closed the courtyard door.

Looking at the empty room, the psychiatrist was quite unaccustomed.

But then he hurried back to the bedroom.

He stared at the 'food' information on the wall, and analyzed it again.

……

Jason was around the corner to see Edward and Little Bancy shivering from the cold.

The two held a cup of coffee and alternated with each other to keep warm.

"Why don't you buy more?"

Jason asked.

"Because ...... poor"

"Because one cup is enough."

Little Bancy couldn't finish his words when he was interrupted by Edward, and after that, "This cup was a gift from a colleague", he couldn't say anything.

Edward stepped forward and held Bancy Jr. in his back.

He was worried that his assistant would say something out of place.

He is the leader of the special operations group, don't you want to lose face?

How can you not even afford a cup of coffee?

Although he really can't afford it.

But, you can't let people know!

Edward maintained his last stubbornness.

"Oh."

"Do you need a new hot coffee for that bansi?"

"I'm in for a treat."

Jason nodded and looked at Little Bancy.

Little Banxi blinked, looked at the back of the captain in front of him, and thought about the captain's insistence, he immediately nodded in accordance with his heart and said, "Yes!" Double milk! Three servings of sugar! Jumbo Cup! ”

Taking the 1 dollar, Bancy rushed to the 24-hour café on the opposite street.

Edward looked at his assistant's back, then at Jason, and finally, chose to hold the coffee that had already gone cold.

He is dignified.

He has a bottom line.

He......

I want to drink it hot, too.

Silently took a sip of the cold coffee.

Bitter.

The wind is blowing.

The body is cold.

The heart is cooler.

However, when he saw little Bancy returning with two cups in the distance, Edward's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

There is no doubt that his assistant knows what he needs.

Worthy of Bansey!

Edward admired in his heart.

Then, he stepped up to meet him, ready to raise his hand to take the hot coffee.

But little Bancy didn't stop and passed him straight by.

Edward paused, his raised hand frozen in mid-air.

The neck is like a robot, twisting card by card.

He watched as Little Bancy handed another cup of coffee in his hand to Jason, and said with a smile:

"Jason, it's a bit expensive after midnight, but buy one get one free."

"It's a gift."

"And change."

Jason took the steaming coffee, put the 4 dimes in his pocket, and took a sip.

Bitter and slightly sweet.

The milk blends in just right.

Although the selection of materials is certainly not high, the technique is good.

Especially in the middle of the night in this winter, in the cold wind and cold, it is really comfortable to take a sip.

Jason commented.

"It's warm."

Little Bancy squinted his eyes and sighed.

And Edward, who was standing a few steps away, looked down at the cold coffee in his hand, feeling more and more difficult to swallow, but he insisted, he was dignified.

In fact, cold coffee is also good!

Edward comforted himself.

Then he turned and walked towards the street.

Woo!

Near the corner of the street, a cold wind blew.

Edward's body trembled, and he subconsciously sneezed.

Ahh

With a shake of his hand, the coffee tilted over and spilled on the ground.

Edward looked at the coffee on the ground that was rapidly solidifying at the low temperature, and he felt as if his heart was about to freeze, and he silently walked to the side and threw the coffee cup into the trash.

Then, got back into the car.

The temperature inside the car, which was parked in the middle of the night, was not much higher than outside.

But at least there is no wind.

Similarly, in a confined space, the steaming coffee will exude an increasingly rich aroma, especially when milk and sugar are added to it, which makes Edward's nose twitch.

He wrapped his coat tightly.

Tell yourself that it's all an illusion.

He was neither cold nor hungry.

He is dedicated to his work.

"How?"

To distract himself, Edward asked.

"It's not him."

Jason replied in the affirmative.

Then, after a little deliberation, he continued:

"It's supposed to be the 'Ghost Squad'!"

"Remember that 'Trick Thunder'?"

Jason reminded Edward.

"Mika, that bastard!"

Edward gritted his teeth.

"Someone like Cecil is also a target of the 'Ghost Squad'?"

"He shouldn't be in the way of the 'Ghost Squad', right?"

"On the contrary, his presence is more beneficial to the 'Ghost Squad', right?"

Little Bancy, who was holding the hot coffee, turned his head and said.

"That's right."

"It's good for the Ghost Squad that he's alive."

"But what if he had a reason to die?"

Jason nodded.

Why do you have to die?

Edward was stunned for a moment, and then reflected.

"You mean ......"

"Cecil is connected to the 'Ghost Squad'!"

"Maika is a murderer!"

Edward said and looked at Jason.

Jason nodded slightly.

"Bastard!"

Edward cursed under his breath.

He had always felt that his actions were always unpredictable by the 'Ghost Squad', and although the 'Ghost Squad' was powerful enough, it was impossible to really be the same as the Ghost, not only coming and going without a trace, but also taking the lead everywhere.

But it's a different story if someone reports the news.

Moreover, this guy who reported the news was still his nominal boss.

The ending is naturally predestined.

Little Bancy was also extremely angry.

Because, he thought of his comrades-in-arms who sacrificed in vain.

Dead on the battlefield, he had nothing to say.

That's the duty of a soldier.

Can die under such a condition of being almost betrayed?

He couldn't take it!

Whew, whew.

Little Bancy gasped for air, and he took a deep breath.

He's going to calm himself down.

At this point, anger doesn't solve anything.

After a few deep breaths, little Bancy calmed down.

He wanted to ask something, and subconsciously looked at Jason.

At this time, Bancy Jr. noticed that Jason had turned his head and looked out the car window.

Little Bancy immediately turned his head and looked at where Jason was looking.

Suddenly, breathing stagnated.

Because......

He saw—

Cecil!

The shattered Cecil appeared on the edge of the street lamp and darkness, his whole body shattered, only the head was relatively intact, and when he advanced, the head rolled.

The head rolled and shouted in a low voice:

"Where's my meat?"