Cecil is dead.
Died in full view.
The whole person inflates like a balloon, and then—
boom!
It just exploded.
Flesh and blood splashed all over the Sausage Street.
Before Cecil died, he had just left Hannibal's clinic.
Sitting in the back row of the old-fashioned car, Jason and Edward listened to Bancy's narration. Jason's expression was playful, while Edward's expression instantly became dignified.
It's Hannibal again!
Once again, the psychiatrist appeared in Edward's field of vision.
"This guy can't be a perverted murderer, can he?"
Bancy, who was driving, guessed.
"probably not."
"He has a considerable identity and status."
"Also, the philanthropic funds that operate are really doing good things."
Edward shook his head, but his tone was not so sure.
He hadn't forgotten little David.
The other party is also of extraordinary background, possessing an identity and status that ordinary people can't imagine.
But what did the other party do
Calling it an asshole is an understatement.
Then, subconsciously, the leader of the special operations team looked at Jason who remained silent.
"Jason, do you have any ideas?"
Jason's amazing performances several times have already convinced Edward.
He would love to hear Jason's opinion.
"you say… "
"Could this Doctor Hannibal have anything to do with 'Ghost Squad'?"
Jason said.
When Dadas bought the so-called 'Dragon Egg', Hannibal appeared.
Jason didn't think such an appearance was a coincidence.
After all, Jason didn't believe that people like Hannibal would take the initiative to go to the vegetable market, and the other party gave him the feeling that he was cultivating a piece of land by himself and was self-sufficient.
If it's not a coincidence, Hannibal went there on purpose.
That is naturally related to the 'Ghost Squad'.
Those things were given to Hannibal by the 'Ghost Squad'.
besides!
more importantly…
Would those things be 'food'
Jason thought about it, and then, his saliva began to proliferate uncontrollably.
Edward fell into deep thought after hearing Jason's words.
With Micah's character, if he had a choice, he would be very happy to have a collaborator like Hannibal with connections and money.
only…
Why did Hannibal choose to cooperate with Micah
What did Micah expect from a man like Hannibal
Or, Hannibal wants to use Micah's hand to get rid of some people
Edward frowned as he thought about it.
"Accelerate, hurry up."
Edward slapped the driver's seat.
"clear."
Little Banxi nodded, and immediately stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.
Immediately, the speeding car became faster and faster.
However, even so, it was still evening when the three of Jason arrived on Sausage Street.
The sun was setting.
The blood-like sunlight scattered on the street.
Sausage Street has long been under martial law.
Dozens of police officers were running around the streets.
They were picking up the bits of Cecil's body.
The reporters who were blocked outside stared at this place one after another, pressing the shutter from time to time.
Although they cannot enter, it does not prevent them from working.
Photos and records were sent back to the newspaper office one by one.
And when the car driven by little Bansy appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of these reporters. When Jason pushed the door to get out of the car, the flashing lights immediately flickered non-stop.
They were no strangers to Jason.
Hero against militants.
The detective who solved the murder at the Amida Restaurant.
Such an incident was enough to make them familiar with Jason.
But now, Jason's appearance here immediately made these reporters frantically rush towards Jason like sharks smelling blood.
"Mr. Jason, are you here to solve the case of Chief Cecil's murder?"
"Mr. Jason, what do you think about the assassination of Congressman David?"
"Mr. Jason, I heard that you have served as a consultant to the police special operations team?"
…
The reporters pouring in asked Jason one after another.
Those words were like machine guns, rattling non-stop.
Remembering the [City Recognition Degree], Jason just stood up straight and was still being photographed by these reporters.
After the flashes stopped, he opened his mouth and answered one by one:
"I just came to the scene, and I can't confirm the case of Director Cecil."
"I regret the assassination of Senator Davide."
"You are very well informed. I am now an advisor to the Special Operations Group."
Jason's cooperation made these reporters even more excited.
Except at press conferences, they rarely meet such cooperative people.
Most of the people either avoided talking about it, or pushed away the camera roughly.
"What do you think of the case before you?"
"Do you know why Director Cecil exploded?"
"Is this a new type of weapon?"
"Or witchcraft?"
"Do you think the 'mystery' really exists?"
The reporters rushed to ask questions.
Jason, on the other hand, remained calm.
He once again waited for the reporters' questions to stop.
"It is a mistake to confound the strange with the mysterious, and the most common crime is often the most mysterious, because it has no strangeness on which to reason and judge."
"and… "
"I really wish there was only one!"
After speaking, Jason stopped giving these reporters a chance to speak, and walked straight forward.
The slightly predatory aura emanating made these reporters subconsciously get out of the way.
Seeing the generous and tall figure passing by, these reporters pressed the shutter again.
The flash flashed again.
The seasoned reporter looked at the car Jason came in.
Looking at the dirt on the tires that does not belong to the urban area, these seasoned reporters immediately whispered to the assistants beside them, "Go and find out where Mr. Jason came from."
These assistants nodded.
Then, act quickly.
A reporter's sense of smell is sometimes no weaker than that of a police detective.
However, the direction of thinking is different.
Jason went ahead.
Edward and Jason walked side by side, with little Bancy following behind.
"Jason, you can handle those guys!"
Edward said with admiration.
Behind him, the same is true for little Banxi.
"When they were questioning, I always felt like I was being interrogated."
"Obviously I didn't do anything."
"They have already given the answer."
"Looks like that's what I do."
"It's... scary."
Little Banxi seemed to have a deeper understanding, and there was a look of lingering fear on his face.
"Frankness is your only way to deal with it."
Saying this, Jason stopped in his tracks.
In front of me is a typical two-and-a-half-story building, with both a garden and a terrace, with brightly colored walls and clean windows.
At the entrance, a small sign hangs on the left wall post of the black iron fence: "Hannibal Psychological Clinic".
At this moment the door is not closed.
Not only the courtyard door, but the room door is also open.
Two police officers were in the corridor, questioning Hannibal.
Different from the suit and leather shoes when we met last time, Hannibal was wearing a light green striped shirt with a pure white apron around his waist at this time. While responding to the police officer's questioning, he saw Jason appearing at the door.
Immediately, the psychiatrist showed a smile full of surprise.
"Good evening, Jason."