Edward, who was facing away from Jason and looking for hand sanitizer, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

If he knew, he would have to ask?

Edward didn't stay any longer, though.

For it will be clear when Gizchel comes.

Also because ......

The touch just now made him feel really disgusting.

After about ten rounds of washing, when Edward, who smelled of hand sanitizer, walked out of the bathroom again, little Bancy had already appeared in the café with Gizhel.

Although the reporters outside were blocked from the human wall, they still persevered in pressing the shutter.

Edward didn't pay any attention to these people at all, and he went straight to the female pastry chef.

"Morning, Gizhel."

Edward said hello.

"Morning, Edward."

The female pastry chef responded, and then, looking at Jason.

"Jason, you knew that something like this would happen, and you were afraid that I would worry, so you came to the police station alone, right?"

The female pastry chef asked.

Edward was stunned.

Not for breakfast?

As if seeing Edward's doubts, the female pastry chef said directly: "I just went to the cafeteria, and that Gillick's cooking skills can't attract Jason at all." ”

"But that doesn't mean that Jason is here specifically for the 'Ripper of the Night'?"

Edward was still a little confused.

The female pastry chef holds up a finger.

"You forgot something, newspaper!"

"Jason used to reading newspapers, but I didn't subscribe to them, so Jason would buy them."

"But don't you think it's strange that today's newspaper hasn't appeared yet?"

"You know, in normal times, the newsboys have already appeared before dawn."

Then the female pastry chef raised a second finger.

"The second point is that you told Jason that you have locked in the approximate range of the 'Ripper in the Night' suspects."

"Judging from the other party's modus operandi, this is a guy who thinks very highly of himself, he will definitely not sit still, and there will definitely be some big incident."

"And what could be more appropriate than fighting back at the police station and watching the officers run around like headless flies?"

"So from the very beginning, Jason was here for the 'ripper of the night.'"

After hearing the female pastry chef's explanation, Edward couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"I see!"

"I'll just say, how could Jason be interested in the food that Gillick cooks!"

As he spoke, Edward looked at Jason, who had a nonchalant expression.

Under Edward's gaze, Jason remained indifferent.

What could he do?

Gizer was right-founded, and if it weren't for the fact that he was a party, he would have believed it himself.

So—

"Well, that's it."

Jason admits frankly.

"Worthy of Lord Jason!"

"I knew the prisoner's plan in advance, so I locked the prisoner so quickly."

Little Bancy exclaimed.

"No!"

"Although Jason knew the prisoner's plan in advance, he was able to lock the prisoner so quickly because of the observation at the scene."

After the female pastry chef shook her head, under the gaze of Edward and Little Bancy, she continued: "Let's start with that letter, the murderer sent so many letters, just to make things bigger, and how could the other party who made things big not watch nearby? So if the entrails are found in the trash, the torso is naturally nearby, and what better place to do it than a mailbox? ”

"In the same way, since we want to provoke and retaliate against you, and say that it is a bomb, what is more suitable than the police station and the police dormitory?"

"And between the police station and the police dormitory, there are no more people, or the police dormitory where most of the people are resting is more suitable, and the third floor is a place that is not very noticeable, but there will still be dangerous people, so in order to be faster, more hidden, and safer, the murderer chose a room on the third floor near the stairs."

The female pastry chef explained one by one.

Edward and Little Bancy nodded their heads repeatedly, with the same look on their faces.

"And how did Jason choose this lady in the end?"

"There's a lot of space around, huh?"

Little Bancy couldn't help but ask.

"Have you ever seen a lady sitting in a café at dawn?"

"And she's dressed up so inconsistently, she doesn't look like a lady at all."

The female pastry chef stared at the red dress with lace trim, and then at the well-groomed face, and couldn't help frowning.

Each of these things is good, especially the color of the lipstick, which should be a new style, she has only seen in impurities, and the price is very expensive.

Although cheap is not good, expensive things are not necessarily good.

In particular, focusing on the accumulation of price is completely destroying things.

"Not like a lady?"

"This is obviously ......"

Little Bancy looked at the unconscious murderer and said subconsciously, but before he could finish speaking, he was pulled by Edward.

Little Bancy looked at his captain in confusion.

"Pull it out and it's bigger than you."

Edward whispered.

Little Bancy was stunned.

Looking down in disbelief, he looked down at the unconscious murderer, and then, he found the Adam's apple.

It's disguised, but it's real.

But then, little Bancy thought of something.

Edward didn't say Adam's apple!

Subconsciously, he looked at Edward, as if to confirm it, and sniffed it closer.

When the rich smell of hand sanitizer poured into his nose, little Bancy subconsciously glanced at Edward's hand.

Then, little Bancy's face changed.

Then, he moved slightly, silently closing the distance between him and Edward.

The female pastry chef ignored the charges and walked towards Jason.

"Are you going to breakfast?"

"In the true sense of the word."

The female pastry chef asked.

"Of course."

Jason nodded, and stood up.

The two walked out side by side.

Seeing Jason coming out, the reporters shouted excitedly:

"Excellency Jason, can you tell us what's going on?"

"Is that woman the 'Ripper of the Night'?"

"How did you manage to lock down these leads?"

One question after another.

Jason paused.

"He's the murderer."

"As for more?"

"You can ask Edward."

After saying that, Jason pointed to Edward, who had escorted the prisoner out, and walked to the side with the female pastry chef.

There, a police officer was standing next to the car and waiting.

As a special adviser, Jason has the treatment of showing up in a car.

However, just as Jason was about to pull the door and get into the car, the unconscious O'Comberg suddenly woke up.

He struggled several times, but after not breaking free from little Bancy's restraints, he shouted at Jason:

"Wait!"

It's a pity that Jason didn't pay attention to the other party at all and opened the car door directly.

"Don't you want to know why I'm doing this?"

"Don't you want to know the secrets hidden in people's bodies?"

O'Comberg raised his voice.

Suddenly, the surrounding reporters were attracted to attention.

One by one, they turned their cameras on O'Comberg.

The flash kept flickering.

Not just against O'Comberg, but Jason.

All this was expected by O'Comberg, who wanted to use these reporters to gain a chance for himself, but Jason had no intention of stopping at all, and sat directly in the car.

As the car went away, only the faint voice came—

"I don't want to."