Looking at Jason who was about to leave, Hannibal quickly regained his senses.
"I have a spare room here."
he added right away.
"I made a promise to Giselle that I will live there for the time being."
Jason shook his head and explained.
"Gischel?"
"The pastry chef?"
Hannibal frowned slightly, then nodded immediately.
"Promise?"
"Understood."
"Can I visit you?"
Hannibal asked.
"certainly."
Naturally, Jason would not refuse a visit from a master chef, not to mention that the two still have a considerable friendship - the 'food' he ate was a testimony.
"I'll see you off."
Hannibal sent Jason all the way out of the courtyard.
Moreover, after silently watching Jason's figure disappear at the corner of the street, he reluctantly closed the courtyard door.
Looking at the empty room, the psychiatrist was quite uncomfortable.
However, he quickly returned to the bedroom immediately.
He stared at the 'food' information on the wall and analyzed it again.
…
Jason saw Edward and little Bancy who were shivering from the cold at the corner.
The two held a cup of coffee, alternately warming each other.
"Why don't you buy an extra glass?"
Jason asked.
"Because of being poor..."
"Because one cup is enough."
Little Bansy was interrupted by Edward before he finished speaking, and he couldn't say "this cup is a gift from a colleague" afterwards.
Edward took a step forward, blocking Bancy behind him.
He was worried that his assistant might say something inappropriate.
The leader of his dignified special operations team doesn't want to lose face
How can you not even afford a cup of coffee
Although he really can't afford it.
But, you can't let people know!
Edward maintained his last stubbornness.
"oh."
"Do you need some new hot coffee, Bansy?"
"I treat you."
Jason nodded and looked at little Bancy.
Little Banxi blinked, looked at the back of the captain in front of him, and thought of the captain's persistence, he immediately nodded in obedience, and said, "Yes! Double milk! Three sugars! Extra large cup!"
After receiving the 1 yuan, Bansi flew to the 24-hour cafe on the opposite street.
Edward looked at the assistant's back, then at Jason, and finally chose to hold the cold coffee.
He is dignified.
He has a bottom line.
he…
I also want to have a hot drink.
Silently took a sip of the cold coffee.
bitter.
The wind blows.
The body is cold.
The heart is cooler.
However, when he saw little Bancy returning with two cups in his hands, Edward's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
No doubt his assistant knew what he needed.
It's Banshee!
Edward admired from the bottom of his heart.
Then, he stepped forward to meet him, ready to raise his hand to take the hot coffee.
But little Banxi didn't stop in his footsteps, and passed him directly.
Edward paused, and his raised hand froze in mid-air.
The neck is like a robot, twisting one by one.
He watched as little Bancy handed another cup of coffee to Jason, and said with a smile:
"Jason, although that store is a bit expensive after midnight, you can buy one get one free."
"It's a gift."
"There's still change."
Jason took the steaming coffee, put the 40 cents in his pocket, and took a sip.
Bitter and slightly sweet.
The milk blends in just right.
Although the selection of materials is definitely not high, but the technique is good.
Especially in the middle of the night in this winter, in the cold wind, it is really comfortable to take a sip.
Jason commented.
"It's so warm."
Bancy narrowed his eyes and sighed.
Edward, who was standing a few steps away, looked down at the cold coffee in his hand, and found it increasingly difficult to swallow, but he insisted, he had dignity.
In fact, cold coffee is also good!
Edward comforted himself like this.
Then, he turned around and walked towards the intersection.
Woo!
Near the street, a cold wind blows.
Edward's body trembled, and he sneezed subconsciously.
Ah Choo!
Immediately after shaking his hand, the coffee tipped over and spilled all over the floor.
Edward looked at the coffee that was rapidly solidifying at the low temperature on the ground, and he felt that his heart was going to be frozen. He silently walked to the side and threw the coffee cup into the trash can.
Then, got back into the car.
The temperature inside the car parked most of the night is not much higher than outside.
But at least there was no wind.
Similarly, in a closed space, the steaming coffee will emit a richer aroma, especially after milk and sugar are added to it, this taste makes Edward twitch his nose uncontrollably.
He wrapped his coat tightly.
Tell yourself this is all an illusion.
He is neither cold nor hungry.
He is dedicated to work.
"How about it?"
To distract himself, Edward asked.
"not him."
Jason answered in the affirmative.
Then, after a little deliberation, he continued:
"Should be 'Ghost Squad'!"
"Remember that 'booby trap'?"
Jason reminded Edward.
"That bastard Micah!"
Edward gritted his teeth and said.
"A person like Cecil is also the target of the 'Ghost Squad'?"
"Shouldn't he be in the way of 'Ghost Squad'?"
"On the contrary, his existence is more beneficial to the 'Ghost Squad', right?"
Little Bancy, who was holding hot coffee, turned his head and said.
"That's right."
"It's good for Ghost Squad that he's alive."
"But what if he had a reason to die?"
Jason nodded.
The reason why you must die
Edward was taken aback for a moment, and then reflected.
"You mean..."
"Cecile is associated with 'Ghost Squad'!"
"Mika is killing people!"
Edward said and looked at Jason.
Jason nodded slightly.
"asshole!"
Edward cursed in a low voice.
He felt that his actions were always predicted by the "Ghost Squad". Although the "Ghost Squad" was strong enough, it was impossible for him to be like a ghost, not only coming and going without a trace, but also taking the lead everywhere.
But if someone tipped off the news, it would be different.
Moreover, the guy who tipped off the news was also his titular immediate boss.
The ending is naturally doomed.
Little Bansy was also extremely angry.
Because, he thought of his comrades who died in vain.
Died on the battlefield, he had nothing to say.
That's the job of a soldier.
Can die under this almost betrayed premise
He can't accept it!
Hoo, hoo.
Little Banxi panted heavily, and he took a deep breath.
He wants to calm himself down.
At this time, anger can't solve any problems.
After several deep breaths, little Bancy calmed down.
He wanted to ask something else, and subconsciously looked at Jason.
At this time, little Bancy realized that Jason turned his head and looked out of the car window.
Little Bancy immediately turned his head and looked at where Jason was looking.
Immediately, the breath stagnates.
because…
he sees—
Cecil!
Cecil, who was blown to pieces, just appeared at the edge of the streetlight and the darkness. His whole body was fragmented, only his head was relatively intact. When he moved forward, his head rolled.
While the head was rolling, it shouted in a low voice:
"Where's my meat?"