Chapter 49 The First Moment of the Night

Cecil is dead.

【UU Reading 00kxs】 Died in front of everyone.

The whole person inflated like a balloon, and then——

boom!

It just exploded.

Flesh and blood splattered 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 Bency's narration. Jason's expression was very playful, while Edward's expression instantly became solemn.

It's Hannibal again!

Once again, the figure of the psychiatrist appeared in Edward's field of vision.

"This guy won't be some kind of perverted murderer, right?"

Bency, who was driving, guessed.

"probably not."

"He has a considerable identity and status."

"Also, the charitable funds that are running 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 was also of extraordinary origin, possessing an identity and status unimaginable to ordinary people.

But what did the other party do?

Call it an asshole.

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 have already convinced Edward.

He'd love to hear Jason's opinion.

"you say……"

"Is this Doctor Hannibal related to the 'Ghost Squad'?"

Jason said.

When Dadas bought the so-called 'Dragon Egg', Hannibal appeared.

Such an appearance, Jason does not think it is a coincidence.

After all, Jason didn't believe that people like Hannibal would take the initiative to go to the vegetable market. The other party gave him the feeling that he was more like the one who cultivated a piece of land and was self-sufficient.

If it wasn't a coincidence, Hannibal was there on purpose.

That is naturally related to the 'Ghost Squad'.

Those things were given to Hannibal by the Ghost Squad.

and also!

more importantly……

Could those things be 'food'?

Jason thought about it, and then, the saliva began to secrete vigorously.

Edward fell into deep thought after listening to Jason's words.

With Micah's character, if he had a choice, he would definitely be very happy to have a collaborator like Hannibal who had both connections and money.

only……

Why did Hannibal choose to work with Micah?

What else does Micah expect from someone like Hannibal?

Or is Hannibal hoping to use Micah's hand to get rid of some people?

Edward thought about it, his brows furrowed.

"Accelerate, hurry up."

Edward slapped the driver's seat.

"clear."

Little Bansy nodded, and immediately stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Suddenly, the speeding car got faster and faster.

However, even so, when the three of Jason arrived at Sausage Street, it was still evening.

sunset.

The blood-like sunshine was scattered on the street.

Sausage Street has long been under martial law.

Dozens of police officers ran the streets.

They were picking up Cecil's corpse.

The reporters who were blocked were staring at this place one after another.

Press the shutter every now and then.

Although they cannot enter, it does not prevent them from working.

One photo and one record were sent back to the newspaper.

When the car driven by Bency appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of these reporters. When he saw Jason push the door and get out of the car, the flashing lights kept flashing immediately.

They are no strangers to Jason.

Hero against militants.

The detective of the Amida restaurant murder.

Such ** is enough to make them familiar with Jason.

And now, Jason appeared here, and immediately made these reporters like sharks smelling blood, rushing towards Jason frantically.

"Mr. Jason, are you here to solve the murder of Chief Cecil?"

"Mr. Jason, what do you think about the assassination of Congressman David?"

"Mr. Jason, I heard that you have served as a consultant for the police special operations team?"

...

The influx of reporters questioned Jason one by one.

The words were like a machine gun, dabbling non-stop.

Keeping in mind the [city recognition], Jason stood up straight like this and was still photographed by these reporters.

When the flash stopped, he answered one by one:

"I just came to the scene, and I haven't been able to determine the case of Director Cecil."

"I regret the assassination of MP David."

"You are well-informed, and I am now an adviser to the special operations team."

Jason's cooperation made these reporters even more excited.

Except at the press conference, they rarely met such a cooperative person.

Most of the people either avoided talking about it, or pushed the camera away roughly.

"What do you think of the case in front of you?"

"Do you know why Chief Cecil exploded?"

"Is this a new weapon?"

"Or witchcraft?"

"Do you think 'mystery' really exists?"

Reporters rushed to ask questions.

And Jason has always maintained a calm look.

Once again, he waited for the reporters' questioning to stop.

"It is a mistake to confuse the strange with the mysterious, and the most common crime is often the most mysterious, because it has no peculiarities on which to reason."

"and……"

"I wish there was only one!"

After speaking, Jason no longer gave these reporters a chance to speak, and walked straight forward.

Wei Wei's predatory aura caused these reporters to subconsciously move out of the way.

Looking at the generous and tall figure walking by, these reporters pressed the shutter again.

The flash flashed again.

The old reporter looked at the car that Jason was in when he came.

Looking at the dirt on the tires that did not belong to the urban area, these experienced reporters immediately turned to their assistants and whispered, "Go and check, where did Mr. Jason come from."

The assistants nodded.

Then, act quickly.

A reporter's sense of smell is sometimes not weaker than that of a police detective.

However, the direction of thinking is different.

Jason walks ahead.

Edward walked side by side with Jason, with Bency following behind.

"Jason, you can actually handle those guys!"

Edward said with admiration.

Behind him, the same is true of little Bansi.

"When they questioned, I always felt like I was being interrogated."

"Obviously I didn't do anything."

"They have already given the answer."

"It seems to be exactly what I did."

"It's... terrifying."

Little Bansi seemed to have a deeper understanding, and there was a look of lingering fear on his face.

"Calm is your only way to deal with it."

Jason said that and stopped.

In front of you is a typical two-and-a-half-story building with both a garden and a terrace, brightly colored walls and clean windows.

At the entrance, there is a small sign on the left wall post of the black iron fence: "Hannibal Psychological Clinic".

The door was not closed at the moment.

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 last met, Hannibal was wearing a light green striped shirt and a pure white apron around his waist. When responding to the police officer's questioning, he saw Jason appearing at the door.

Suddenly, the psychiatrist showed a smile full of surprises.

"Good evening, Jason."