something different
Jason and the female pastry chef sat up straight involuntarily.
"The missing person was a member of a 'philosophical' society."
"But a week before her disappearance, she quit the society."
"What's more interesting is..."
"The society disbanded following her disappearance."
Edward said, picked up the cup, and took a sip of the tea. Although he likes red wine, he abstained from drinking during work.
Quit the 'philosophy' society.
Then disappear.
The society then disbanded.
The female pastry chef couldn't help supporting her left elbow with the back of her right hand again, with her left thumb resting on her chin, the second joint of her index finger resting on the tip of her nose, and the remaining three fingers clenched into a fist, her expression becoming 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 club is Bella, a third-year student at 'St. Mungo's' College."
"However, the student had already transferred schools before I asked."
"The contact address left behind has also been empty, including her parents."
Edward replied.
"You didn't find her?"
The female pastry chef frowned.
"No."
Edward sighed.
"Did they disappear together again?"
The female pastry chef whispered.
"That's right."
"Another missing case."
"However, this was not registered because, no one reported it."
"Or… "
"Everyone who can 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 remained, unlike the subsequent cases. Clean and neat, no trace."
"The first case."
"First offense."
"So, unfamiliar, after that..."
"Rapid maturity, no more flaws."
The female pastry chef murmured.
Then the female pastry chef looked troubled, and so did Edward.
The two seemed to be at a dead end.
Jason looked at the two of them and tapped the table lightly.
Boom.
Immediately, the eyes of the two were attracted.
"Don't forget, the two pastry hunters in the park in the morning, the attacker who broke into the pastry shop later, and... the killer."
Jason reminded the two of them.
Edward was taken aback.
yes.
Such an obvious clue, how could I forget
Could it be that I have stayed up too late lately and my memory has declined
The leader of the special operations team couldn't help shaking his head.
The female pastry chef quickly thought of something.
"Maybe… "
"Not without clues."
"It was erased instead."
"It's as if before, if it wasn't for Jason, I would have died."
As the female pastry chef spoke, she looked at Jason and smiled.
Very sweet smile, especially under the white coat, it looks furry.
Edward looked solemn.
"I'll look into it 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 if those people contact me, I will let you know."
Jason said so.
"Pleasant cooperation."
Edward held out his right hand.
Jason shook hands with the other party, and the moment Jason withdrew his palm, a heavily armed figure suddenly rushed into the restaurant. After a standard tactic roll, he shouted loudly—
"Sir, I'm here to save you!"
The muzzle held high.
With a look of death on his face.
The Miss and Mr restaurant lobby quickly fell into silence.
Especially Edward, his complexion changed several times.
"What are you doing, Bancy?"
Edward rushed over and asked in a low voice.
"Sir, you have been kidnapped, I will rescue you!"
Bancy replied seriously.
"Who said I was kidnapped? I..."
"Sir, have you been bombed and threatened?"
"It's okay, I'll defuse the bomb!"
"If it's inconvenient to say, just wink at me."
"It's not a stare, it's a wink."
Before Edward finished explaining, Bancy spoke very fast.
Edward glared at his subordinate.
He subconsciously wanted to cover his face, but in order to prevent any misunderstanding from his subordinate, and to get out of here quickly without further embarrassment, Edward could only keep the same and whispered to his subordinate: "Bring the money ?"
"Sure enough, sir, you have been kidnapped!"
"Don't worry, I..."
"Have you brought any money?"
Edward interrupted Bancy.
"True fighters will not be threatened, we must face up to difficulties!"
"We will not pay any ransom. This will only fuel their arrogance. We will use bullets to show them what real power is!"
Bancy answered seriously.
Doctor Hannibal put down his knife and fork, and looked at the two guys who looked like clowns. He always felt that his good mood of the day was ruined, especially when he saw Jason get up and leave.
After Jason motioned to Edward, he left with the female pastry chef.
He believed that Edward could solve such a small matter.
The female pastry chef believes 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 a daze for several 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 instantly woke up.
"Although the traces have been erased, the act of erasing the traces has left new traces."
"And such traces, with the passage of time, some of them will disappear, and the rest will become more and more clear, because..."
"Those who erase the traces, think it is safe, will be careless!"
She muttered under her breath.
Then, he looked up again and smiled at Jason who was looking at him.
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."
"Just as you think."
Jason answered frankly.
"no no."
"I discovered this only through your guidance, Jason."
"I'm usually so stupid that I don't pay attention to these at all."
The female pastry chef lowered her head shyly, her face flushed slightly.
No.
It's just that your intelligence is a little different from others.
Inexplicably, Jason thought of it.
Also a girl who is smarter but different.
Fortunately, I am a normal person.
Jason was happy.
Then, he raised his hand and pulled a public carriage.
Although Xinde City 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 them.
Most people travel by horse-drawn carriage.
Jason and the female pastry chef boarded the carriage.
Just as the coachman was about to shake the reins—
"etc."