Jason who pushed open the door strode forward.
With the pervasive death energy as a guide, he didn't need more observations at all.
Just point to the target and you're done.
In the room next to the third staircase, Jason found a hidden bomb.
Store in a basket and hide in a closet.
It has also been carefully arranged, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it without a thorough search.
But to Jason, a bomb tainted with death energy was no different than putting it in front of his eyes.
This is not cheating!
But he has outstanding ability!
[Death Perception] is his specialty, what's wrong with saying it's his own ability
After checking that there were no booby traps or other arrangements, Jason lifted the cloth towel covering the basket.
Immediately, a bomb with a timer appeared in everyone's eyes.
There were less than five minutes left on the timer.
Watching the passing time, Edward shouted loudly:
"Bomb disposal team!"
Then, after the leader of the special operations team estimated the power of the bomb, he hated the 'Ripper in the Night' even more.
Obviously, if Jason hadn't found the bomb so quickly.
This bomb will certainly have unimaginable consequences.
Although the entire police apartment will not be bombed, the surrounding rooms will definitely not be spared, and if there are people inside...
The results are of course self-evident.
"This bastard, did you realize that we locked him, and that's why you provoked him?"
"No!"
"No, it's not a provocation."
"He's trying to divert our attention!"
Edward thought.
"Maybe it's just plain madness?"
Jason put forward a different opinion.
"Simply crazy?"
"Whether it's provocative or crazy!"
"I must catch this bastard!"
Mr. Edward frowned, then shook his head.
For him, no matter what a criminal like 'The Ripper in the Night' is, only the gallows belongs to him.
And him
It is the person who wants to send the other party to the gallows with his own hands.
Watching his subordinates start to dismantle the bomb, Edward thought in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly saw Jason walking downstairs.
"Where are you going?"
Edward followed up and asked.
"Go get that bastard."
Jason answered.
…
Oconburg is sitting in a cafe across from the police station.
Holding his coffee, he looked at the opposite police station leisurely.
The corners of the mouth could not help but curl up.
A smug smile appeared there.
"What stupid mortals!"
He evaluated the reporters who had already appeared at the intersection of the street.
These reporters are really stupid in his eyes.
There was no clue at all that he left on purpose.
Of course, those clues weren't real.
But it will make the game more interesting this time.
This is what he was looking forward to.
Also what he wanted.
However, this did not hinder his mood of watching the play.
"Should those 'little gifts' be found?"
Okenberg thought.
Then, he saw the reporter who rushed into the alley rush out again, following behind a person.
That is…
Jason!
"Tsk."
Oconberg pursed his lips, and a disdainful sound came from between his teeth.
He recognized Jason.
through newspapers.
A man suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome was turned into a so-called detective by a group of stupid people, and was hired by the police department as a special consultant.
From this point of view, a group of detectives headed by Edward is also stupid.
Haven't seen the world at all.
I don't know what a really smart person should look like.
Thinking of this, Oconberg took another sip of his coffee, his eyes full of pride.
But soon, such arrogance was replaced by a touch of surprise.
"You actually found a 'gift'?"
"not bad."
"It's different from other mortals."
"That's kind of smart."
Oconberg put down his coffee, the disdain in his eyes subsided slightly.
But it didn't disappear completely.
In his opinion, finding the body in the post box was a matter of course.
After all, he had left clues in so many letters.
but!
What about the 'rewards' afterwards
will you find it
Oconburg looked forward slightly.
Then he saw Jason walking towards the police dormitory.
Immediately, Oconburg laughed.
Everything is as he expected.
"That's it!"
"That's it!"
"It's more fun when there are more people."
Oconburg murmured under his breath.
He is not worried that there are no smart people, but that there are no smart people.
Without the leadership of smart people, how could those stupid guys gather together, and how could they appreciate the charm of 'fireworks'
As for Jason finding the 'time bomb' he arranged ahead of time
impossible!
He has layers of layout, well hidden that 'time bomb'!
Even if multiple people carry out a blanket search, they will not find the 'time bomb' within a safe time, let alone a person!
Do you think he is the son of the plane
He is still the son of Xinde City, does the whole city love and protect him
impossible!
So Okenberg shifted his position with his coffee.
He didn't want to be hurt by broken glass.
Even if you want to enjoy fireworks, you need a safe distance.
However, just as Oconberg picked up the coffee again, he saw Jason walking out of the police dormitory.
"Um?"
"Have you given up?"
"Knowing that I can't find it within the safe time, so, evacuate first?"
"Good choice."
"As expected of a smart man."
Oconburg thought sarcastically.
Then, he saw Jason strode in.
Did you spot me
impossible!
I do enough cover-ups!
No one can find mine!
Oconberg told himself from the bottom of his heart, and then, pretending to be elegant, he sipped his coffee, looked at Jason who was approaching, and said with a slight smile, "Is there something wrong?"
"No."
Jason answered like this.
Oconburg breathed a sigh of relief.
really!
It's just a coincidence!
I just said, I have already put on a skirt for perfect concealment, how could ordinary people find me
"and you… "
Snapped!
Oconberg subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he could finish, Jason raised his hand and hit him on the neck.
Amid the crisp sound of the knife in his hand, Okonberg rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
And at this time, Edward caught up.
"she is?"
Looking at the comatose Okonberg, Edward was a little uncertain.
"He's the man we're looking for."
Jason said.
[Dead Qi Perception]'s field of vision, the other party was contaminated with the same dead air as the internal organs and torso before.
There is no doubt that the other party should be the murderer.
Edward nodded subconsciously at first, and then quickly reacted.
"Wait, you said him?"
Edward looked down at Oconburg, who was wearing a bright red dress with lace skirt, painted nails, lipstick, foundation, and carefully trimmed eyebrows, a little unbelievable.
"Well, he."
Jason nodded.
Edward checked immediately.
a moment later...
He raised his hand in horror.
While shaking his hands in disgust, he looked at Jason in disbelief.
"How do you know he's a man?"
"And how did you know he was the murderer?"
Jason glanced at the back of Edward who was looking for disinfectant, and said lightly—
"Everything is obvious."