"Don't eat me!"
"Don't eat me!"
"Don't eat me!"
Griffin's voice came from the bedroom, instantly attracting the attention of Jason, Edward and Bancy.
The three rushed directly into the bedroom.
I saw Griffin rolling all over the ground.
"Futon No. 2, what's wrong with you?"
Little Bancy called the code name.
During the action, the four discussed the code names, Jason was 'mask', Edward was 'cloak', Bancy was 'quilt No. 1', and Griffin was 'quilt No. 2'.
Griffin didn't hear Bancy's words at all, just kept rolling and whining.
"Jason, don't eat me!"
“Little Banxi is more delicious!”
"Remember to wash it clean, he doesn't like to take a bath!"
Tumbling, Griffin yelled.
Little Bancy, who had already bent down to help Griffin up, was taken aback for a moment.
Immediately, he straightened up and kicked Griffin.
Little Bancy thought it was Griffin playing him.
But just after he kicked Griffin, Griffin suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth.
Also, breathing is getting weaker and weaker.
"Captain! Your Excellency Jason!"
Little Bancy immediately became at a loss.
Edward pried open Griffin's mouth.
""
I rushed to the separate bathroom to find water.
He hoped to revive Griffin with cold water.
Jason raised his finger—
Yi!
After a short sound, Griffin stopped twitching, and then, his whole body collapsed to the ground.
There was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
After a few seconds, he regained his sanity.
Immediately, Griffin threw away the 'code book', stood up, and hid behind Jason like a snake.
Although Griffin's face was blocked by the quilt, the exposed eyes were terrified.
"This is those guys?"
He said so.
"Um."
Edward nodded affirmatively, and then said naturally: "'Dogpaw' Brook can't touch such a person or item. The only possibility is that he is the agent of the 'Ghost Squad'."
"That's 'Dogpaw'?"
"But 'Dogpaw' has already been killed by His Excellency Jason."
Little Bansy froze for a moment, then turned to look at Jason.
And Jason bent down to pick up the 'password book'.
He lowered his head and sniffed.
"'Dogpaw' is not."
Jason said, and walked out.
The three looked at each other.
They weren't sure how Jason knew.
It can't really smell it, can it
There should be some clues, but they didn't find it!
Well, it must be.
Ask Gichel for a while.
The three made up their minds and followed quickly.
…
Sidling, is a legitimate businessman.
He is quite old, he made his fortune in his early years, and then, with the capital he made when he was young, he owned three shops of his own on Heijiao Street, two of which were rented out, and one was operated by himself.
Although many people have asked him why he is lonely, every time the old businessman would shake his head and smile without saying a word.
Over time, no one asked.
However, many people will come to patronize this shop that sells some handicrafts or portraits.
The layout of the whole store is a bit like an art grocery store.
But it is relatively neat and tidy.
At least Sidling would have wiped the floor clean.
Then, put some flower arrangements in the window.
This is the case all year round.
The color of the flower arrangement is different, and the shape is also different.
There is also a potted flower in the window today.
The well-trimmed flowers are sometimes bright red, sometimes mysterious purple, and sometimes cute and beautiful pink. People can't help but notice the difference when they see it.
Snake whip chrysanthemum, a kind of chrysanthemum, is far from the real chrysanthemum, but looks a bit like the tail of a rattlesnake.
This is also the origin of its name.
laugh.
Sidling took the watering can and sprayed again.
Under the nourishment of water, the snake whip chrysanthemum becomes more and more beautiful.
Sidlin turned around and began to fill the fireplace with firewood. Although there was already heating in the room, Sidlin still habitually chose the fireplace in winter.
For this reason, his house retains a huge chimney.
Smoke billowed.
You can see it from a distance.
Most people ignore it.
But people with a heart will not.
Smoke itself is the most primitive signal.
After doing all this, Sidlin sat in the rocking chair, covered with a blanket, and picked up the half-read book.
The book cover is tattered and the name cannot be read, but it is very old.
Just when Sidlin was reading with gusto, the doorbell rang—
jingle.
Sidling looked up.
I saw two men with bedding hoods rushing in.
The headgear was obviously carefully cut.
But there is still a sense of stupidity.
Shouldn't the headgear be light and breathable black cloth or stockings
Choose this kind of quilt headgear, is it for... winter
However, the two looked familiar.
Sidling, who couldn't remember for a while, spoke.
"The money is in the locker."
"Everything in the store is free."
"If you want it, fine."
Sidlin said calmly, and then handed the book in front of Griffin.
"You know, that's not what I want."
Griffin pretended to be cold.
"Then what do you want?"
"I'm just a poor, lonely old man."
"This store is all my belongings."
Sidlin said slowly.
"No!"
"You still have... life."
Griffin accentuated his pronunciation.
"Life?"
Sidlin finally realized that something was wrong.
At the same time, he thought of the previous newspaper.
The person in front of him seemed to be an accomplice in the assassination of Congressman David.
Then, he thought of something else.
The seemingly old businessman immediately sat up straight.
"Fate is here, do you want it?"
"It depends on whether you have the ability!"
"I… "
boom!
Sidling sneered and opened his mouth, but before he finished speaking, Edward, who sneaked in from the backyard, hit him on the neck with the butt of a gun.
Suddenly, the old businessman fainted.
Griffin and Bansy were taken aback for a moment.
This is a little too easy, right
Both are ready for a fight.
"Mask, you got it."
Edward said in a clear voice.
And it wasn't until this time that the nervous two realized that Jason was not there.
Where did Jason go
On White Pepper Street, one block away from Black Pepper Street, Walker looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance, picked up the binoculars and looked carefully at Sidlin's shop window.
Although the distance is far, but here is a good angle.
Can clearly see the pot of snake whip chrysanthemum.
"alert!"
Meditating on the words of Hepenjuju, Walker frowned.
Subconsciously, he turned around and used the radio to send out the news.
But just as he was about to turn around—
Gudong.
The sound of swallowing saliva rang in his ears.
Before he could react, a hockey mask flashed in the darkness.
Then, a thick arm protruded from the darkness, and its broad palm grabbed Walker's neck.
"No!"
The voice was squeezed out of the throat with difficulty, but as the palm tightened, the voice stopped abruptly.
All that was left was the horrified face of Walker who kept throwing his hands and pedals and disappeared into the shadows.