"Don't eat me!"

"Don't eat me!"

"Don't eat me!"

Griffin's voice came from the bedroom, and in an instant, it caught the attention of Jason, Edward, and Bancy Jr.

The trio rushed straight into the bedroom.

I saw Griffin rolling on the ground.

"Futon No. 2, what's wrong with you?"

Little Bancy called the code name.

During the operation, the four of them discussed code names, Jason as 'Mask', Edward as 'Cloak', Little Bancy as 'Futon No. 1', and Griffin as 'Futon No. 2'.

Griffin didn't hear Bancy Jr. at all, just rolled around and wailed.

"Jason, don't eat me!"

"Little Bancy is even better!"

"Remember to wash up, he doesn't like to take a bath!"

In the midst of the roll, Griffin shouted.

Little Bancy, who had already bent down to pick up Griffin, was stunned.

Then he straightened up and kicked Griffin with his foot.

Bancy Jr. thinks it's Griffin playing tricks on him.

But just after he kicked Griffin, Griffin suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth.

Moreover, the breathing is getting weaker and weaker.

"Captain! Excellency Jason! ”

Little Bancy immediately became overwhelmed.

Edward pried Griffin's mouth open.

“”

Rushed to the separate bathroom and went in search of water.

He hoped to use cold water to bring Griffin to his senses.

Jason raised his hand and pointed -

Yi！

After a brief sound, Griffin stopped convulsing, and then collapsed to the ground.

There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

It took a few seconds before he regained his senses.

Immediately, Griffin threw away the 'codebook', rolled over and stood up, hiding behind Jason like a femme fatale.

Although Griffin's face was hidden by the futon, his eyes were terrified.

"These are those guys?"

He said.

"Hmm."

Edward nodded affirmatively, and then, naturally, said, "'Dogpaw' Brooke can't touch such a person or object, the only possibility is that he is the agent of the 'Ghost Squad'. ”

"What is 'dog's paw'?"

"But 'Dogpaw' has been killed by Lord Jason."

Little Bancy was stunned and turned to look at Jason.

Jason, on the other hand, bent down and picked up the 'codebook'.

He looked down and sniffed.

"'Dogpaw' isn't."

Jason said, and walked outside.

The three of them looked at each other.

They weren't sure how Jason knew.

It can't really smell it, right?

There should be some clues, they didn't find out!

Well, it must be.

Ask Gicheer in a moment.

The three of them made up their minds and followed quickly.

……

Sidlin, is a legitimate businessman.

He was quite old, made a fortune in his early years, and then, with the capital he made when he was young, he owned three shops of his own on Black Pepper Street, two of which were rented out and one of which he ran by himself.

Although many people asked him why he was alone, every time the old merchant would shake his head and laugh without saying a word.

Over time, no one asked.

However, many people come to the shop that sells handicrafts and portraits.

The whole store has a bit of an art store feel.

But it has to be relatively neat.

At the very least, Sidlin will wipe the floor clean.

Then, put some flower arrangements in the window.

This is true all year round.

The color of the flower arrangement is different, and the shape is also different.

There is also a pot of flowers in the window today.

The neatly trimmed flowers, sometimes bright red, sometimes mysterious purple, sometimes lovely and beautiful pink, make people involuntarily pay attention to both when they see it.

Snake whip chrysanthemum, a kind of chrysanthemum, is far from the real chrysanthemum, but a bit like the tail of a rattlesnake.

This is also where its name comes from.

Laugh at.

Sidlin took the watering can and sprayed it again.

Nourished by water, the snake whip chrysanthemum is becoming more and more beautiful.

Sidlin turned around and began to fill the fireplace with firewood, although the room was already heated, Sidlin still habitually chose the fireplace in winter.

For this purpose, his house retains a huge chimney.

Smoke billowed from the air.

Far away, you can see.

Most people ignore it.

But those who have a heart will not.

Smoke itself is the most primitive signal.

And when he had done all this, Sidlin sat down in a rocking chair, covered with a blanket, and picked up the book he had read halfway.

The book cover was tattered, and the name was unrecognizable, but it was very old.

Just as Sidlin was reading with relish, the doorbell rang crisply—

Jingle bells.

Sidlin looked up.

I saw two men with futon hoods barging in.

The hood was clearly carefully tailored.

But there was still a sense of stupidity.

Shouldn't the headgear be made of lightweight, breathable black cloth or stockings?

Is it to choose this kind of futon headgear for ...... Winter?

However, the two are a little familiar.

Sidlin, who couldn't remember for a while, spoke.

"The money is in the cupboard."

"The stuff in the store is random."

"If you want it, you can too."

Sidlin said unhurriedly, and then handed the book in his hand to Griffin.

"You know, that's not what I want."

Griffin pretended to be cold.

"And what do you want?"

"I'm just a poor, lonely old man."

"This store is all my belongings."

Sidlin said slowly.

"No!"

"You still have ...... Life. ”

Griffin accentuated the pronunciation.

"Life?"

Sidlin finally noticed that something was wrong.

At the same time, he thought of the previous newspaper.

The person in front of him seems to be an accomplice in the assassination of Congressman Davide.

Then he thought about something.

The businessman, who looked like he was dying, immediately sat up straight.

"Life is here, want?"

"It's up to you to see if you're capable of it!"

"I ......"

Bang!

Sidlin sneered and spoke, but before he could finish his words, he was smashed on the neck with the butt of a rifle by Edward, who sneaked in from the backyard.

Suddenly, the old businessman fainted.

Griffin and Bancy Jr. were stunned.

It's a little too easy, isn't it?

Both are ready for a big fight.

"Mask, done."

Edward said in a clear voice.

And it was only at this time that the nervous duo realized that Jason was not there.

Where did Jason go?

On White Pepper Street, a block away from Black Pepper Street, Walker looked at the smoke rising in the distance, picked up his binoculars and looked carefully at the shop windows of Sidlin.

It's a long way off, but it's a good angle.

You can clearly see the pot of snake whip chrysanthemum.

"Be on guard!"

Silently reciting the words of the snake whip chrysanthemum, Walker frowned.

He subconsciously turned around and used the radio to send out the news.

But just as he was about to turn around—

Goo-dong.

The sound of swallowing saliva rang in my ears.

Before he could react, an ice hockey mask flashed in the darkness.

Then, a thick arm reached out of the darkness, and the broad palm grabbed Walker's neck.

"No!"

The voice struggled to squeeze out of his throat, but as the palm tightened, the sound stopped abruptly.

All that remained, the constant hand-tos-to-foot, and Walker's horrified face that disappeared into the shadows.