Chapter 9 Somewhat Familiar...

Edward looked at Jason with a serious face, and there was an inexplicable gust of words in his chest.

This one chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, just Jason."

"But the Jason I know doesn't see me three times a day."

"Also, it's all at the scene of a crime!"

Speaking of this, this man's voice rose a few decibels.

Then, the person who had been wearing glasses and a scarf, who seemed to be polite, shouted like a volcanic eruption—

"Three times!"

"Three times in a row!"

"I didn't even see the door of the police station, so I came back again!"

"Do you know how to describe it according to the words of the ancient country of the East?"

"Why is it you again?!"

Whoosh, whoosh.

The continuous high-pitched words made Edward gasp for breath.

The female pastry chef looked at Edward who looked like this, and couldn't help but wanted to ease the atmosphere.

"Maybe this is... fate? Wonderful?"

The female pastry chef said softly.

Suddenly, Edward's breathing became heavier.

Even, the eyes are black for a while.

Looking at Edward's appearance, no matter how slow the female pastry chef was, she knew she had said something wrong at this time. In order to express her apology, she immediately brought twice the mint water.

Put a glass in front of Edward.

A glass was handed to Jason.

"Fate of shit."

Edward picked up the mint water and drank it, muttering in a low voice.

Then, this one seemed to be thinking about something, and fell into silence like this.

Jason was holding a water glass and looked at each other quietly.

There was no urging.

Jason has always been patient.

It took more than ten seconds before Edward spoke again.

"Sorry, lost my temper."

this said.

Jason raised his glass to signal it was all right.

It's really okay.

Jason doesn't care about the other party's gaffe.

In Jason's view, Edward's loss of control just now was partly caused by emotions, and partly to bring the relationship between the two parties closer.

The successive deaths of his subordinates made the person in charge feel a surge of pressure, and naturally he needed to vent his emotions.

And getting closer?

There is no doubt that the situation of the other party is very bad.

Worse than he imagined.

Is it because of the airborne?

Or because of the very different style of behavior and the police like Thorndike.

Or is it both?

Jason doesn't know.

Jason only knew that the other party was sending him a good signal.

The other party needs an ally!

And now, is there a more suitable ally than him?

No!

To this,

Jason didn't object.

As a newcomer, he also needs an ally.

Of course, and Edward is limited to allies.

kind of mutual benefit.

More?

there is none left.

After all, the other party is not someone like Bundy.

The other party may have some sense of justice, but it is absolutely impossible to achieve the level of Bundy.

Not to mention Bundy's selflessness.

So, just a collaboration.

Therefore, Jason did not refuse Edward's invitation--

"I think we need to talk."

"Find a quiet place."

"Okay, where to go?"

Jason replied, but looked at the female pastry chef.

In this situation, Jason would not leave the female pastry chef alone.

Edward reacted instantly.

"Ms. Gilcher can of course come with you."

"I know a good restaurant."

"It's just about lunch time."

"We can be together."

Edward said, Jason had stood up and walked towards the door.

"What are we waiting for?"

"speed."

Jason urged.

Predators are always passionate about food.

Just like a woman will dawdle when she goes out.

Although the pastry chef said it only took three minutes, when he got into Edward's car, it was already five minutes later.

Changed out of the store's unique clothing.

The lady pastry chef once again wore the same lapel suit that Jason had first met.

The only difference is that the color is white.

The scarf is pink.

Shoes are similar.

The bag he was carrying turned into a one-shoulder satchel. The size of the bag was small, only the size of the palm of an ordinary person.

The female pastry chef sat beside Jason and looked shy as Jason looked at her.

However, in order to show a better side, he still maintained his demeanor and sat upright with his upper body.

"Gorgeous."

Jason said suddenly.

"what?"

The female pastry chef was taken aback for a moment, apparently not responding to what Jason said.

"It's too small to fit even half a roast chicken."

Jason pointed to the bag.

Can't even fit half a roast chicken in?

The female pastry chef blinked, she didn't understand Jason's logic at all.

Shouldn't the bag be a match?

What's with the roast chicken?

How can a girl's bag be used to hold things?

However, the female pastry chef patiently waited for Jason's next evaluation.

However, Jason had already looked at Edward who was driving.

Suddenly, the female pastry chef was extremely disappointed.

Just saw the bag?

don't see me?

The female pastry chef thought, becoming more and more lost.

Jason didn't notice this at all, his mind was already on lunch.

"Is it far?"

Jason asked.

"Not far, about three blocks."

“Just the second half of Sausage Street”

Edward replied.

"The second half of Grilled Sausage Street?"

"Is that the 'Amida Restaurant'?"

The female pastry chef who was a little lost just now said suddenly.

"Yes."

"Have you heard?"

Edward looked at the female pastry chef in surprise. He thought that only he knew about the restaurant. After all, it had only been open for more than a month.

"Of course I did."

"It is rumored that there is a restaurant that will bring 'happiness'!"

"I made an appointment with Evelyn and plan to go at the end of the month."

When the female pastry chef mentioned her sister, her mood went down again.

"Bringing 'happiness'?"

Edward frowned.

He had never heard such a rumor before.

Jason frowned similarly.

He always felt that the scene in front of him was a little familiar.

"There's no such thing as 'Looking up at the stars' among the signature dishes there?"

Can't help it, Jason asked.

"No."

"The signature dishes there are 'Heartache Feelings' and 'Lover Tears'."

"But the two dishes require a man and a woman to make a reservation at the same time."

"I was alone and just ate ordinary bones."

Edward replied.

"Can men and women be present at the same time?"

"'Heartache', 'Lover's Tears'?"

"Is this the origin of 'happiness'?"

Jason couldn't help but think about it through the name of the dish.

He had already begun to fantasize about the taste of those foods.

So, when the car stopped, Jason got out of the car right away.

The female pastry chef naturally followed behind Jason.

A homeless person dressed up and a well-dressed one naturally attracted people's attention, but the people nearby just watched, but didn't make a sound, let alone provoke them.

People who can get out of a car, even homeless people, are not ordinary people.

When most people can only own bicycles, cars are enough to represent identity.

And the people around are not fools.

The female pastry chef was a little shy to be looked at by everyone.

Jason didn't care at all, he just twitched his nose.

Then……

Brows could not help but wrinkle.