Edward was a little embarrassed to see Jason again.

Because, the leader of the special operations team thought of his promise: "The police department has a bounty for the 'serial disappearance of women', a total of 500 yuan, and I will win a lot for you." ’

And yet?

Don't say 500 bucks.

He didn't even get a penny.

I didn't think of it because of continuous things before, but now that I think about it, Edward is more and more embarrassed.

Especially after he took Jason as a friend.

Edward was not a man with many friends.

So, he won't let down his friends.

Therefore, he tried his best to come up with a solution.

"To serve as an adviser to the Special Operations Group?"

Jason looked at Edward in surprise.

"Yes."

"Our special operations team has special funds, although it is not much, but if we hire another special adviser, it is still possible."

"The weekly salary is 12 yuan, and the additional subsidy is 3 yuan."

"There are also police canteens and dormitories that can be used."

Edward nodded, adding

"The restaurant is free?"

Jason captures the point.

In an instant, Edward's sweat fell.

He recalls the fear of being dominated by Jason's appetite in the restaurant.

His hands seemed to be soaked in cold water again.

The smell of dish soap appeared in his nose again.

But, right away, Edward told himself.

It's your friend!

You can't live up to your friends.

"Yes, it's free."

"But you can't waste food."

Edward gritted his teeth.

"Yes."

Jason nodded, then turned his head to look at the female pastry chef who was listening to all this in a daze.

She didn't understand why Jason was working two jobs.

Apparently agreed to become a special instructor for the St. Mungo's Student Council.

Now he has agreed to Edward to become a special adviser to the police department.

Do you want to eat in a different restaurant? Taste the different flavors?

Impossible, right?

Jason loves food, but he can't do anything so unreliable.

Well!

It must have been overthinking.

The female pastry chef suddenly showed a sweet smile to Jason, Jason restrained himself from putting his hand on the female pastry chef's head, he always felt that when the female pastry chef was laughing, she would have a sense of overlap with Denise.

It's not a look.

But...... Something of essence.

It must have been overthinking.

How can Denise be the same as a female pastry chef?

It's just two different people.

Jason thought and asked very formally:

"How much is the rent?"

"Huh?"

The female pastry chef was stunned, she didn't expect Jason to ask such a question.

Then, subconsciously shook his head.

"No, I ......"

"A must!"

"I live here, and I need to pay rent."

"And ...... Food. ”

Jason interrupted the female pastry chef and said seriously.

Looking at Jason's serious expression, the female pastry chef immediately came back to her senses.

She knew she had to pay a reasonable rent, or Jason might leave.

But......

She hadn't rented out a house, so she didn't know how much to report.

Just when she was anxious and didn't know what to do, a sentence suddenly appeared in her heart.

Rent, storage room 2 blocks a week.

Food, according to the amount eaten.

"2 pieces a week."

"As for food, it's based on how much Jason you eat."

Without much thought, the female pastry chef said.

"Hmm."

"It's the first week."

Jason nodded, took out 2 yuan, and handed it to the female pastry chef.

"You have money?"

Edward looked at the banknotes in Jason's pocket on one side, and his whole person was not good.

Because, at a glance, he could see that it was at least 100+ amounts.

"Yes."

Jason nodded again.

"But you're not a bum?"

Edward asked.

"Who says that homeless people can't be rich?"

Jason asked rhetorically.

"Then you still let me please?"

Edward pushed his glasses.

"You offered to invite me to dinner, and besides, I originally wanted to invite me back last night, but you told Little Bancy about his busy business......"

Jason said calmly.

Edward's movements froze again, and the palm of his hand pushing his glasses trembled slightly.

"Director Edward, are you alright?"

The female pastry chef asked worriedly.

"It's fine."

"It's just that my hands hurt."

Edward smiled reluctantly.

His hand was once again stung by the icy water.

At the thought of Jason, who was still 50+ in debt but worried about Jason with 100+ savings, Edward felt that the smell of dish soap between his noses became stronger and stronger.

Jingle bells!

As the doorbell rang, Bancy pushed the door and walked in.

At a glance, he saw Edward, who had no love on his face.

"Captain, are you going to brush the dishes again?"

Little Bancy asked.

"Nope!"

"I've never brushed a plate before!"

Edward emphasized.

He's trying to maintain his decency.

And, keep giving little Bancy a look.

It's a pity that little Bancy didn't see it.

"Before that......"

"Is it to experience life?"

Little Bancy asked suspiciously.

"Ahem, ahem."

"What's going on with Clive?"

Coughing lightly, Edward no longer dwelled on the previous issue, he knew very well that if he continued to dwell, his face would really be lost.

When it came to the case, Little Bancy quickly reined in his doubts and became serious.

"Someone's eyeing Clive."

"But I'm not sure if it's the guys."

"I suspect that guy was retaliated against by someone else."

"But ......"

"A homeless man gave him food just now."

"There are people who are pitiful to such guys."

Little Bancy said, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"This guy is a very introverted little minion, not worth our attention."

"You get other people's attention to the characters who should be noted."

"Davide and little Davide are dead, but the person who poisoned the 'ink' is not dead."

"He will be punished severely!"

Edward said.

"Yes, Captain."

Little Bancy saluted, turned and walked out.

After little Bancy left, Edward's eyes turned to the female pastry chef.

"Do you need mint lemonade?"

The female pastry chef wisely stood up and walked to the corner of the counter, giving up the place to Jason and Edward.

"I'm sorry."

After the female pastry chef left, Edward spoke again.

As soon as you open your mouth, you apologize.

The voice was very low.

So much so that the tone became heavy.

Such a heaviness is naturally not because of the bounty.

It's because he doesn't think Jason should have been pulled into such troubled waters in the first place.

But it's already happening, and it's too late to say anything.

So, Edward could only let Jason know as much as he could about what they were up against.

After a slight pause, Edward spoke again.

His voice was even lowered, and if it weren't for Jason's perception, it would have been impossible to hear words like that—

"Do you know the 'Ghost Squad'?"