Something different?

Jason and the female pastry chef involuntarily sat up straight.

"The missing person had belonged to a 'philosophical' society."

"But a week before she disappeared, she quit the community."

"What's more interesting is ......"

"The society was dissolved with her disappearance."

Edward said, picked up the cup, and took a slight sip of tea, although he loved red wine, but during work, he quit drinking.

Withdraw from the 'Philosophy' Society.

And then disappeared.

The society was dissolved.

The female pastry chef couldn't help but support her left elbow with the back of her right hand again, the thumb of her left hand was on her chin, the second joint of her index finger rested on the tip of her nose, and the remaining three fingers were clenched into a fist, and her expression began to become serious.

The next moment, she asked.

"Who is the founder of this society?"

Edward glanced at the female pastry chef in surprise.

The leader of the special operations team did not expect that the female pastry chef would be able to lock on one of the key points so quickly.

"The founder of this club is Bella, a third-year student at St. Mungo's College."

"However, before I could ask, the student had already transferred to another school."

"The contact address left behind has also been emptied, including her parents."

Edward replied.

"You didn't find her?"

The female pastry chef frowned.

"Nope."

Edward sighed.

"Is it missing again?"

The female pastry chef whispered.

"That's right."

"Another disappearance."

"However, this is not registered because no one has reported it."

"Or ......"

"The people who could report the crime are missing."

Edward nodded.

Then, the leader of the special operations team concluded: "This is the difference between this case and the subsequent cases, it left a lot of clues, although the clues were finally broken, but they still remained, unlike the later ones, clean and neat, and there is no trace." ”

"The first case."

"First offense."

"So, unfamiliar, after ......"

"Rapid maturity, no more flaws."

The female pastry chef said with a deep groan.

Then, the female pastry chef grimaces, and so does Edward.

The two seemed to be stuck in a dead end.

Jason looked at the two of them and tapped lightly on the table.

Boom.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two were attracted.

"Don't forget, the two pastry chasers in the park in the morning, the attackers who broke into the pastry shop later, and ...... The killer. ”

Jason reminded the two.

Edward was stunned.

Oh, yes.

Such an obvious clue, how did I forget?

Could it be that I have stayed up too late lately and my memory has deteriorated?

The leader of the special operations group couldn't help but shake his head.

The female pastry chef quickly thought of something.

"Maybe ......"

"It's not without clues."

"It's obliterated."

"It's like before, if it weren't for Jason, I would have died."

As she spoke, the female pastry chef looked at Jason and smiled.

Very sweet smile, especially under the white coat, looks shaggy.

Edward's expression was solemn.

"I'll find out right away."

The team leader spoke, but did not act immediately.

Jason knew what the other party was waiting for.

"If I meet those people, or those people contact me, I'll let you know."

Jason said.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Edward held out his right hand.

Jason shook hands with the other party, and at the moment when Jason withdrew his palm, a heavily armed figure suddenly rushed into the restaurant, and after a standard tactical roll, he shouted loudly-

"Sir, I'm here to save you!"

The muzzle of the gun held aloft.

A look of death as if at home.

The lobby of Miss and Mr's restaurant quickly fell silent.

Edward, in particular, had a pale-faced.

"Bansey, what are you doing?"

Edward asked in a low voice.

"Sir, you've been kidnapped, I'm here to save you!"

Ban Xi replied earnestly.

"Who said I was kidnapped? I ......"

"Sir, have you been threatened with a bomb?"

"It's okay, I'll defuse the bomb!"

"If it's inconvenient to say, you wink at me."

"It's not a stare, it's a wink."

Without waiting for Edward to finish explaining, Bansey spoke very quickly.

Edward glared at his subordinates.

He subconsciously wanted to cover his face, but in order not to have any misunderstanding with his subordinate, and in order to get out of here quickly and not be embarrassed, Edward could only keep it as it was, and whispered to his subordinate: "Did you bring any money?" ”

"Sure enough, sir, you've been kidnapped!"

"Don't worry, I'm ......"

"Did you bring any money?"

Edward interrupted Bancy.

"True warriors are not threatened, we must rise to the challenge!"

"We will not pay any ransom, it will only fuel their arrogance, we will use bullets to show them what real power is!"

Bansey replied earnestly.

Dr. Hannibal put down his knife and fork, and looked at the two clown-like fellows, and felt that his good mood had been ruined, especially when he saw Jason get up and leave.

Jason gestured to Edward and left with the female pastry chef.

He believed that Edward would be able to solve such a small matter.

The female pastry chef also believes.

After all......

Two people can also wash the dishes a little faster.

"Hey, where are we going?"

After a few minutes of confusion following Jason, the female pastry chef realized that this was not the way home.

"St. Mungo's Academy."

Jason replied.

After hearing Jason's answer, the confused female pastry chef instantly sobered up.

"Although the traces were erased, the actions that erased the traces left new traces."

"And such traces, with the passage of time, some of them will disappear, and the remaining part will become clearer and clearer, because ......"

"The person who erases the traces thinks it is safe and will be careless!"

She muttered under her breath.

Then, he looked up again and smiled at Jason, who was looking at him.

A sweet smile, with a hint of simplicity.

I just wanted to go to St. Mungo's Academy and use [Dead Air Perception] to have a look.

Jason thought silently.

Then, nod your head.

"That's right."

"Just as you think."

Jason replied calmly.

"No, no."

"I found out about this through your guidance, Jason."

"I'm usually stupid and don't pay attention to that."

The female pastry chef lowered her head shyly, her face flushed slightly.

No.

It's just that you're a little different from others.

Inexplicably, Jason thought of it.

The same is a different girl who is smarter.

Luckily, I'm a normal person.

Jason rejoiced.

Then, with a raised hand, he grabbed a public carriage.

Although there are already cars in New Del City, these cars, which are extremely old-fashioned in Jason's opinion, are still the cutting-edge products of this era, and the cost is extremely expensive, so it is difficult to popularize.

Most people travel in horse-drawn carriages.

Jason and the female pastry chef boarded the carriage.

Just when the coachman was about to shake the reins—

"Wait."