Who are you?

Hearing Jason's question, the people around him were stunned.

Including the female pastry chef herself, she was stunned.

Then, the female pastry chef said a little confused:

"I'm Gizchel, huh?"

Jason's brow furrowed even tighter.

In just a moment, he could confirm that the taste on the female pastry chef had changed a little, there was a feeling of steaming like boiling fish, but now the female pastry chef had changed back to the original sweet taste.

What's going on?

Subconsciously, Jason twitched his nose.

It's not the smell of 'food'.

There is also no malice.

Jason was puzzled.

The female pastry chef was worried, including Edward and Bansey.

Griffin even subconsciously said in a low voice:

"What do you say......"

"Is he sick?"

"Isn't it dangerous?"

"You can't bite, do you?"

Syllable!

Another slap in the face.

Or a female pastry chef smoked.

"Why did you hit me?"

"Still hitting me all the time?"

Griffin roared indignantly.

Syllable!

Before the words fell, the female pastry chef struck a backhand.

After smoking, the bewildered female pastry chef seemed to wake up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I just don't know why."

"I can't control myself."

The female pastry chef apologized again and again.

Griffin covered his cheeks and looked at the female pastry chef in front of him, and subconsciously took two steps back.

He suddenly found that the woman in front of him was the most dangerous.

Not only did the attack happen without warning, but there was also no guilt afterwards.

Is the confusion on the face a disguise?

Griffin thought back to the strange behavior of the other party in the car.

"Jason, are you alright?"

"The police have a special psychiatrist."

"He has quite a bit of experience dealing with post-traumatic stress syndrome."

Obviously, Edward, who had a misunderstanding, came over and said.

"It's fine."

"The scene just now made me a little uncomfortable."

"He should be the murderer of the 'Women's Serial Case', and there is a girl alive."

Jason shook his head, didn't say anything more, and changed the subject.

He pointed to little Davide on the ground.

Then, he looked at Edward's expression seriously.

Excited, excited.

These expressions appeared on Edward's face one by one.

However, Edward didn't react to the vomit and the like, only instinctively.

Edward has not been exposed to special events?

Jason silently guessed.

The female pastry chef on the side said very simply after looking at Little Davide and the surroundings:

"Jason, did you grab the back of his head and hit the ground?"

"It must have been a concussion in the brain, so I vomited."

"The surviving girl was unfortunately covered with vomit, so she ran into the toilet."

It's almost like witnessing speculation.

Jason had no objection.

"Go to the bathroom."

Edward commanded Bansey even more dryly.

However, he didn't wait for Bansey to walk to the bathroom.

The operator lady had already walked out of the bathroom.

"Ada?!"

"Bansey?!"

When the two saw each other, they were stunned.

Then, when I saw the operator lady of an acquaintance, my emotions were instantly released.

She burst into tears.

What happened to her that night?

First he was kidnapped.

And then it was teased.

At last......

was vomited, smuegled face, drenched.

To this day, she could still smell the sour smell faintly.

It's like hell.

Jason glanced at Bancy and Ada, who he knew well, in surprise.

"It's the police station's operator."

"I know her voice."

The female pastry chef explained.

A hint of anger flashed across Edward's face.

He had never expected to meet Ida here.

"This bastard, damn it!"

Edward roared.

"Ordinary stimulation can't make him happy anymore."

"He's looking for something more exciting."

"And instinctively, he still has a hint of rational caution."

"So, the identity of this operator lady is very consistent with this."

"I'm close to the police, but I'm not really a policeman."

The female pastry chef said slowly.

Listening to Jason, the female pastry chef, Edward couldn't help but nod slightly.

Griffin, who was standing on the sidelines, looked at Edward who nodded, like a fool.

Hey, hey, don't you wonder how a pastry chef knows this?

Weird, right?

Didn't you react?

Griffin thought to himself, but he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Forget it if you have a scary man.

A dangerous woman also appeared.

Especially when these two are still together.

It's just too dangerous.

Go first for respect.

Thinking of this, Griffin bowed to Jason and the others.

"Guys, what a pleasant and short night."

"But there is no feast in the world."

"We'll see you later."

As he spoke, Griffin retreated to the edge of the hall.

After realizing that no one was paying attention to him, the man who claimed to be a lobbyist turned and ran.

He can already smell the fragrance of free air!

He couldn't wait.

He never saw Jason or Giltier again.

He's leaving the city.

He's going to the warm south.

Thinking to himself, Griffin didn't look at his feet.

A depression caused by the explosion, he stepped into it, and then, with inertia, his body tilted.

Click!

With a crisp thud, Griffin fell to the ground, his ankle rapidly swollen.

"Ahhh

"My feet!"

Griffin cried out in pain.

Edward frowned at Griffin.

He thinks there are still some problems with his intelligence sources.

How could a guy like this survive in the 'gutter'?

It's supposed to be an imposter or something, right?

Edward thought and said to Bansey beside him:

"Rush for reinforcements."

"Call another ambulance for this guy."

"That's right."

"Handcuff him, and I'll go through a closer look to see if there are any fraud cases or anything like that."

Little Bancy was 100% on Edward's orders.

Directly, he handcuffed Griffin, who had broken his foot.

"We're all in this together, huh?"

"I'll show you the way!"

"I've made meritorious contributions!"

Griffin shouted again.

It's a pity that I didn't pay attention to him, just like just now.

Edward and Bansey took advantage of this time to search for more evidence.

Jason was also searching.

But unlike Edward, he was searching for evidence of 'food'.

He needed to make sure if the Possac Spirit was a parasite or a birth.

The female pastry chef followed Jason, still with some confusion on her face.

Unfortunately, neither Edward nor Jason gained anything.

Jason was prepared for this.

Edward, however, frowned.

The next moment, what made Edward frown even more was that a group of reporters actually appeared here.

As soon as the reporters appeared, they aimed here and pressed the shutter.

Edward and Bansey dodged subconsciously.

Griffin, however, smiled while hiding his handcuffs.

He's going to stand in the brightest spot.

He wants to put on the most handsome pose.

In the newspapers!

For the first time in his life!

But just before Griffin could stand firm, he suddenly felt a huge force squeezing.

Griffin staggered a few steps to the side.

When he turned his head, he realized that Jason was standing there.

Jason stood there straight, looking at the reporters indifferently...... No! It's not just these reporters, his eyes seem to be indifferently scanning everything in the world, and the voice said lightly: "The world is really filthy." ”