Chapter 5 Hidden

Edward frowned slightly and turned around again with a question in his eyes.

"In the previous street center park, two people asked me for pastries from the 'Watchdog Pastry House'."

"They didn't come for pastries."

"It's rushing people."

Facing Edward, Jason said directly.

"So, that's why you're here?"

"Thank you?"

"Plus checkout?"

Edward, the deputy director, took two steps back and stopped about a meter away from Jason.

It seemed that he felt that Jason was playing with himself,

Edward asked back, staring at Jason.

Suddenly, those sharp eyes made people feel more and more trembling.

Jason was not affected in any way.

Although the eyes of the other party are sharp, they are far worse than the Piper.

Not even the puppet of the 'shepherd'.

From Jason's point of view, the danger level of the other party is about... only equivalent to 2-3 'jokers'.

It's a bit cumbersome to handle.

But not fatal.

Jason pointed to the trolley he had placed in the corner of the shop.

"And buying food."

Jason said so.

The bag of truffle cakes hung on his cart.

Edward took a glance and continued to ask:

"What about those two people?"

"Trash, naturally go to the place where the trash should stay."

Jason answered.

"anything else?"

Edward waved to a subordinate, and when the subordinate went to investigate, he turned his head and continued to ask.

"and also……"

"Her sister is missing."

"Like those girls, missing."

Jason pointed to the female pastry chef.

"Ms. Gilcher has reported the case and we are actively dealing with it."

"I will also arrange personnel to protect Ms. Gilcher secretly."

"If you're willing to go back to the Veterans Hospital, I can help too."

Edward replied.

Jason didn't speak again.

Veterans Hospital?

He didn't have time to rest.

Facing the silent Jason, Edward turned around again and walked out.

However, this time, when Edward walked to the door, he took the initiative to stop and turned to look at Jason.

When he saw that Jason remained silent, the newly appointed 'special deputy director' really left.

Jason watched him leave.

After the vintage car disappeared on the street corner.

Jason couldn't help squinting slightly.

The other party is fishing!

Use him and Gilcher as bait!

It is clear,

The shooting that just happened is related to the military, and his identity happens to be a retired veteran.

Under normal circumstances, as long as the identity of his retired veteran is determined, any sheriff or investigator will investigate the situation just now.

Bringing him back is just basic.

But what about the other side?

Receipt directly.

There's nothing tricky here, Jason doesn't believe it.

Therefore, he further tested each other.

Start with 'compensation', and then tell the other party about the downtown park.

The purpose is to elicit the "Serial Disappearance of Women" published in the newspaper.

As one of the missing persons, Jichel's sister, Jichel was threatened repeatedly, which should be related to this case that caused a sensation in the entire Decheng.

You must know that "The Serial Disappearance of Women" was not only published in Japanese newspapers, but today's newspapers are still reporting on it.

Still in the form of front page headlines.

With such a premise, will normal people relax their vigilance?

Or to be more precise, do normal people only arrange for two people to stare at it in secret?

Will not.

Because, the easiest way is to enter the 'safe room' and protect it completely, rather than leaving it outside and letting the danger come.

Apart from being bait, Jason couldn't think of anything else.

So, everything in front of me became clear.

He, as bait for the 'shooting' murderer.

Gilcher, as bait for the murderer of the "Serial Missing Women".

However, what Jason still cares about is-

The shooting that just happened and the disappearance of women that have happened several times in a row, are the two independent? Or is there some kind of connection?

Standing at the door, Jason thought quietly for a moment.

Finally, shook his head.

There are too few clues to be sure.

Turning around, Jason walked towards the store.

Seeing Jason walking back, Jichel breathed a sigh of relief again.

She was just very worried that Jason would just leave.

After all, the crisis has passed, and she has no reason to leave Jason at all.

However, she was very afraid to let her stay here alone.

Confused, Jason walked back.

This brought a smile to the face of the female pastry chef involuntarily.

Seeing the relieved smile of the female pastry chef, Jason said indifferently, "Make new pastries, you promise me."

How could he leave without a new slot cake?

No one could stop him from looking forward to food.

Even being here is dangerous.

but,

The greatest danger is nothing but death.

exactly.

He is immortal.

Touching his empty stomach, Jason said:

"I'll clean up here."

"You go to the oven."

After speaking, Jason carefully picked up the cakes that fell on the ground, blew off the dust and glass slag, and carefully placed them on the dinner plate.

The mess in front of us was caused by the subordinates of the dead Thorndike sheriff.

While running in a hurry, they smashed more than one counter.

Not only did the cakes in the counter fall to the ground, but the glass scum also fell to the ground.

The only thing fortunate is that because of the glass scum, these people deliberately avoided here when they were rolling in pain, so that the cakes were not stained with blood.

All the pastries were picked up.

Although Jason was careful, it was inevitable that he would be injured.

Several cakes that are not in good shape are obviously not available for sale.

So, Jason 'reported a loss'.

Creamy, not bad.

Stuffed chocolate, yes.

Strawberry?

Great praise.

The sweet taste permeated Jason's tongue. Although he didn't get satiety, Jason still felt comfortable.

As for satisfaction?

That is impossible.

Jason's stomach couldn't be satisfied without eating real food.

Even after eating.

That also requires high quality and large quantities.

But the enjoyment of his taste buds put Jason in a good mood. After packing up the sawdust and glass residue on the ground, he walked towards the trash can opposite the Watch Dog Pastry House.

However, before Jason really got close to the trash can, Jason's footsteps stopped.

A faint smell crept into his nose.

It's a taste that Jason is very familiar with.

Blood!

The smell of human blood!

Under Jason's gaze, a dazzling blood red has slowly overflowed from the trash can.

Putting down the garbage temporarily, Jason returned to the pastry shop and said to the female pastry chef:

"Gischer, go and call the police."

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