Chapter 16 Being Smart Is Different...

something different?

Jason and the female pastry chef involuntarily sat up straight.

"The missing person had joined a 'philosophical' society."

"But the week before her disappearance, she withdrew from the society."

"What's more interesting is..."

"The society disbanded with her disappearance."

Edward said, picked up the cup, and took a sip of tea. Although he likes red wine, he quit drinking during work.

Quit the 'philosophical' society.

Then disappeared.

The society then disbanded.

The female pastry chef couldn't help supporting her left elbow again with the back of her right hand, the thumb of her left hand resting on her chin, the second joint of her index finger resting on the tip of her nose, her remaining three fingers clenched into a fist, and her expression became 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 could lock one of the key points so quickly.

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

"However, the student had already transferred before I asked."

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

Edward replied.

"You didn't find her?"

The female pastry chef frowned.

"No."

Edward sighed.

"Are you missing again?"

The female pastry chef whispered.

"That's right."

"Another disappearance case."

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

"Or……"

"Anyone who could report is 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, they still stayed, unlike the later ones. Clean and neat, no trace to be found.”

"The first case."

"First offense."

"So, unfamiliar, after that..."

"Rapid maturity, no more flaws."

The female pastry chef said thoughtfully.

Then, the lady pastry chef looked embarrassed, as did Edward.

The two seemed to be stuck in a dead end.

Jason looked at the two and tapped the table lightly.

thump.

Immediately, the eyes of the two were attracted.

"Don't forget, the two people who were chasing the pastry in Jiexin Park in the morning, the attacker who broke into the pastry shop later, and... the killer."

Jason reminded the two.

Edward was taken aback.

yes.

Such an obvious clue, how could I forget?

Is it because you have stayed up too much lately and your memory has deteriorated?

The leader of the special operations team couldn't help shaking his head.

The female pastry chef quickly thought of something.

"Maybe……"

"It's not that there are no clues."

"It was wiped out."

"As if before, if it wasn't for Jason, I'd be dead."

As the female pastry chef said, she looked at Jason and showed a smile.

Very sweet smile, especially under the white coat, it looks fluffy.

Edward looked solemn.

"I'll investigate right away."

The team leader said, but did not act immediately.

Jason knew what the other party was waiting for.

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

Jason said so.

"Pleasant to work with."

Edward stretched out his right hand.

Jason shook hands with the other party, and just as Jason retracted his palm, a heavily armed figure suddenly rushed into the restaurant, and after a standard tactic rolled over, he roared loudly—

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

Muzzle held high.

A look of death.

The lobby of Miss and Mr restaurant quickly fell silent.

Especially Edward, his face changed.

"Bancy, what are you doing?"

Edward rushed over and asked in a low voice.

"Sir, you have been kidnapped, I'll save you!"

Bansi answered seriously.

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

"Sir, are you bombed and threatened?"

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

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

"It's not staring, it's blinking."

Before Edward could finish his explanation, Bansy spoke very quickly.

Edward stared at his subordinates.

He subconsciously wanted to cover his face, but in order not to let his subordinate have any misunderstandings, and to get out of here quickly and not be embarrassed, Edward could only keep the same and whispered to his subordinate: "Bring the money. ?"

"Sure enough, sir, you were kidnapped!"

"Don't worry, I..."

"Did you bring any money?"

Edward interrupted Bansey's words.

"Real warriors will not be threatened, we must rise to the challenge!"

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

Bansi answered seriously.

Dr. Hannibal put down his knife and fork and looked at the two clown-like guys. He always felt that his good mood for the day was ruined, especially when he saw Jason get up and leave.

After Jason gestured at Edward, he left with the female pastry chef.

He believed that Edward could solve such little things.

Female pastry chefs believe it too.

after all……

It's also faster for two people to wash the dishes.

"Hey, where are we going?"

After walking behind Jason in confusion for a few minutes, the female pastry chef realized that this was not the way home.

"St Mungo's College."

Jason answered.

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

"Although the traces were erased, the behavior when the traces were erased left new traces."

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

"Those who erased the traces thought it was safe and would be careless!"

she muttered in a low voice.

Then, looking up at Jason again, he smiled.

A sweet smile with a hint of naive feeling.

I just want to go to St Mungo's College and use [Death Perception] to have a look.

Jason thought silently.

Then, nod.

"That's right."

"As you think."

Jason answered frankly.

"no no."

"I discovered this through your guidance, Jason."

"I'm usually very stupid, and I don't pay attention to this at all."

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

Do not.

It's just that your cleverness is a little different from others.

Somehow, Jason thought of it.

Also a girl who is smarter and different.

Fortunately, I am a normal person.

Jason rejoiced.

Then, he raised his hand and pulled a stagecoach.

Although Xindecheng already has cars, these very old-fashioned cars in Jason's view are still cutting-edge products of this era, and the cost is extremely expensive, so it is difficult to popularize.

Most people travel by horse and cart.

Jason and the female pastry chef boarded the carriage.

Just as the coachman was about to shake the reins—

"and many more."