Cold sweat spilled from Bansi's forehead.

He subconsciously wanted to touch the gun.

However, his body was as heavy as lead, and it seemed to freeze in the cold wind, and he could not move at all.

And at this very moment-

Bang, bang!

The gun went off.

Edward's face was calm and he fired three shots in succession, and the tumbling skull was directly shattered, and he could no longer move.

The door opened, and Jason stepped over.

The same face is calm and indifferent.

Edward followed.

Little Bancy was the last one.

Moreover, by the time Bancy Jr. approached, Jason and Edward had already begun to scout the scene in detail.

He turned his head and quietly looked at Jason and Edward.

In the end, I couldn't help it.

"Captain, Jason, aren't you afraid?"

Little Bancy asked.

"Scared?"

"Why be afraid?"

"The dead are not the living, what is there to be afraid of?"

Edward asked rhetorically.

"Yes, yes......"

Little Bancy felt that what Edward said made sense, but he still felt that something was wrong, he opened his mouth, but he didn't say why, and Edward said with a smile: "Don't be afraid of these things, you shoot directly, if the gun doesn't work, use a grenade, if the grenade doesn't work, use a mortar, if the mortar can't work a shell, use a base number." ”

"It's flattened, and it's quiet."

As he spoke, Edward looked at Jason.

"Jason, you think so, right?"

"Hmm."

Jason nodded.

Similar to the evil of having an 'entity', in his opinion, as long as the caliber is large enough and the equivalent is sufficient, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Even, some of the evils of nothingness can be classified among them.

If you don't use it, it can only mean that your caliber is not big enough, and the equivalent is not enough.

What really cares about Jason is 'weird'!

That kind of 'weirdness' that can't be understood by common sense!

This is why he has been obsessed with improving the protection against evil.

However, Edward's quick decision was still beyond Jason's expectations.

He had thought that Edward had not been exposed to the 'Mysterious Side'.

As if to see Jason's doubts, Edward explained:

"Although I am not as experienced as Jason, I have also been on the battlefield."

"You know, on the battlefield, there are so many strange things."

"These?"

"It's nothing at all."

Edward pointed to the wreckage at his feet, shrugged his shoulders, and continued:

"I'm just curious ...... right now"

"How did it come about?"

In the afternoon, the entire street was under martial law to collect Cecil's body.

To put it simply, Cecil's body should have been in the morgue of the police station.

Bansey went to ask on the radio in the car.

"Yes, Captain."

Little Bancy turned and ran towards the car.

Edward walked towards the martial law officers running in the distance.

Immediately, Jason was left alone.

His gaze no longer lingered on the wreckage.

Instead, he kept shaking his nose.

Icy air poured into the nasal passages.

With a hint of sweetness.

That's the sweetness of food.

Unfortunately, it's very light.

When the cold wind blows in the night, the smell cannot be retained at all, and it dissipates with the wind.

But it was enough to make Jason look forward to it.

Hannibal once said that the 'Ghost Squad' has a fairly stable 'food supply chain'.

Obviously, in the previous murder case of Cecil, these guys did not waste it, they should have let a certain 'ingredient' take action, creating a strange scene in front of them.

As for why?

Demoralize the police in New Del City.

Or, to put it more bluntly, trouble Edward.

Edward was familiar with Maika.

Naturally, Maika was familiar with Edward.

Two people who are familiar with each other 'fight', and the one who loses is naturally the one who shows his flaws first.

Tread, stomp.

In the distance, Hannibal, dressed in a thin shirt, ran out.

The sound of gunfire just now woke up Hannibal, who was thinking.

Jason shook his head slightly at Hannibal, who immediately nodded in understanding, and his expression quickly adjusted.

When he walked in front of Jason, he said in a doctor's tone:

"What happened to Jason?"

Hannibal asked.

His eyes were fixed on the wreckage on the ground.

"Nothing."

Jason replied calmly.

He didn't make any superfluous movements, let alone say any superfluous words.

In the public space, his relationship with Hannibal is still better than that of a doctor-patient.

This is even more conducive to Jason's finding of the 'Ghost Squad'.

Hannibal naturally understood what Jason meant.

Told Jason all kinds of precautions again.

When Edward returned, Hannibal gave a polite nod and turned back to his quarters.

"He's so bold."

Edward said.

The gunfire just now shook the whole street.

But only Hannibal came out to look at it.

"Maybe it's because he's a doctor."

"And I'm a patient."

"I happened to see me here, so, came out."

Jason said.

"Hmm."

"I've checked the information, and there's no problem with his professionalism."

"A lot of big people are happy to be friends with him."

Edward nodded.

The two talked as they walked and returned to the car again.

Edward looked at the warm, steaming coffee in the car, pursed the corners of his lips, and tried to sit in the back corner.

"Captain, everything is normal in the bureau."

"They didn't find Cecil's head in the afternoon."

"It should be...... Went into hiding in advance. ”

Little Bancy pondered his words, and as he spoke, he started the car and drove towards Pea Point Street, where the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' is located.

"When I go back, I will file this case in a special file and put it in a special filing cabinet of the Special Operations Group."

Edward commanded.

"Yes."

Little Bancy replied immediately.

Jason, however, noticed some words in Edward's words.

"Special filing cabinet?"

"Is 'The Ripper of the Night' and 'Echoes of the Hanged' among them?"

Jason asked.

Jason is not at all surprised by the existence of the 'Special Filing Cabinet'.

After all, it is natural that some special cases that cannot be made public should be stored in special places.

He only wants to know more about the 'food' now.

Although learned some from Hannibal.

But Jason never underestimated the police's ability to search.

Most likely, Edward knew something that ordinary people didn't know.

In fact, it is also true.

"It's all there!"

After Edward answered in the affirmative, he explained:

"'Ripper in the Night' We've locked up a couple of doctors and butchers and been keeping an eye on them, and I'm pretty sure this guy is among them."

"If he strikes again, I'll be able to catch him."

Edward said confidently.

However, the next moment, Edward hesitated.

"As for the 'echo of the hanged'?"

"I don't have any more information!"

"According to the confession at the scene, it is only known that this bastard likes to attack two or more passengers in the middle of the night, and in three cases, the car broke down while riding in the car, and one or more of them were attacked when they got out of the car to check, and were hanged outside the car, the body hung above the car, and the deceased's shoes were able to rub against the roof of the car to make a rustling sound."

"The people who stayed in the car were safe, but they were also scared out of their minds."

"I tried to ask, but there were no more clues."

Edward said with a frown.

Apparently thinking about the case.

Driving a small Bansi is much easier.

He said half-jokingly, "Aren't we riding with more people now?" Do you think that guy will show up? I'm going to make him ...... as soon as he shows up."

Click, click.

The engine of a normally running car shook and suddenly stalled.