Chapter 33: Righteous Words Edward~~Ask for a monthly ticket~)
Griffin was stunned by Jason's words.
Can you still play like this?
In an instant, Griffin reacted.
"Yes, the driver is a weirdo wearing cotton. What does he have to do with me, Griffin?"
"I injured my foot and am lying in the hospital."
Griffin laughed as he spoke.
Edward and little Benxi also reacted.
"yes!"
"Those attackers must be militants who are dissatisfied with the destruction of their home base. What does it have to do with us?"
"I will go back now and try my best to solve this case!"
Edward said righteously.
"So……"
"Please just say goodbye."
With that said, Griffin turned the steering wheel.
The car stopped.
Jason and Edward got off the car respectively.
One walked towards the 'Watchdog Pastry House' on Pea Corner Street.
One threw his cloak on the car and walked towards the police station.
Looking at the two people walking away, Griffin shook his head and restarted the car.
"I hope this ends!"
"I don't want to be involved in any dangerous incidents with you again."
"I am a wounded person!"
"A wounded man with a broken foot!"
Griffin emphasized.
"Then you are still drifting?"
Little Banxi asked rhetorically.
"The head can be cut off, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up."
"My feet are injured and I can't stop drifting."
Griffin answered seriously.
Then, he turned around and asked little Banxi.
"Isn't the posture I just drifted cool?"
"Are there any beautiful women screaming for me?"
"No."
Little Banxi shook his head, and then replied in the same serious tone: "There are all men there. They really screamed for you, and they were all crawling."
"Hey, hey, will you have no friends like this?"
“Don’t forget that I got that ‘typewriter’ and the current car!”
Griffin raised his voice.
"Um."
"Now I suspect Griffin that you are not only committing fraud, but also hiding arms and stealing."
"I will investigate further after this matter is over."
Little Banxi nodded and said meticulously.
Griffin suddenly fell silent.
There was something deep in his heart, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.
After seeing Griffin's silence, little Banxi quietly raised the corner of his mouth.
…
There was still chaos in front of the police station, attracting the attention of most people. Edward easily avoided the sight of most people and returned to the police station's office with a cup of coffee.
Less than two minutes after he sat down, there was a knock on the door.
Boom, boom.
"Please come in."
Edward said.
After the voice fell, a dark-faced middle-aged man pushed open the door and entered.
The man was wearing a dark brown windbreaker, black pants, and a sweater underneath.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw broken cups on the floor and coffee on the table.
"Team Leader Edward, where were you before?"
After the other party walked in, he asked directly.
"Are you interrogating me, Sergeant Clive?"
"besides……"
"Please call me Deputy Director Edward."
Edward picked up the coffee and took a sip before answering calmly.
The black-faced man hesitated.
After a few seconds, he continued.
"Director Cecil asked me to ask you."
"oh?"
"Cecil?"
"Why doesn't he come in person?"
"Are you worried that I'll shoot him in anger?"
Edward sneered.
"you?!"
The black policeman in front of him was stunned. He opened his mouth wide. He never thought that Edward would say this.
"Go back."
"Don't let me catch you with evidence."
"Or I will send you to the electric chair myself."
Edward scolded.
Clive was stunned for a moment, and then, during this moment, the cup of scalding coffee was splashed on his face.
"ah!"
The police chief screamed, and then he was kicked out by Edward.
People in the corridor were startled.
Looking at Clive lying on the ground, he didn't know what to do.
"I want to thank the attackers."
"Though I will find out who they are."
"But I don't need orders from people like you."
Edward's roaring voice echoed in the corridor.
Such a sound naturally reached Cecil's ears.
Feeling Edward's angry and angry shouts, Cecil, who was bent on scheming, couldn't help but frown.
"It's really not him?"
"Are they really those militants?"
"But aren't those militants members of Congressman Davide?"
"Could it be..."
Suddenly, Cecil thought of something.
David is a councilman and a strong candidate for mayor of Xinde City.
but,
Not the only one.
There are several other people who are contenders for this congressman.
Could it be those few who took advantage of this opportunity...
Thinking of this, cold sweat instantly appeared on this man's forehead.
He immediately stood up, picked up his coat, and walked out.
As he walked, he said to the office secretary:
"I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm going to take a break for a while. The previous cases and the case that just happened are handed over to...Edward! Yes, that's Deputy Director Edward."
"He is responsible for the recent affairs in the police station!"
Cecil paused and decided on the candidate.
Cecil knew all about the virtues of the other guys.
Let those people "make money", each one is better than the other.
But maintaining order and solving crimes?
Apart from Edward, he couldn't think of anyone else.
He has always had no good impressions of Edward, who is not in the same camp as him.
But at this moment, this man felt a sense of joy in his heart.
Fortunately, there is still Edward!
With such joy, Cecil left the police station.
However, he did not go home.
Instead, he drove into Sausage Street.
Since he was feeling unwell, he naturally needed to see a doctor.
Dr. Hannibal from Sausage Street is famous, so he was naturally the first choice.
…
Jason returned to the 'Watch Dog Pastry House' through the window.
The hockey mask and the broad-bladed machete continued to be hidden.
Jason got rid of the blood-stained tramp clothes after changing into furniture and clothes.
After doing all this, Jason smelled a faint scent of pastry.
The female pastry chef was obviously preparing pastries for sale.
Cream, chocolate, banana, strawberry.
The sweet smell instantly diluted the smell of blood in his nose.
"What will you have for lunch?"
Jason guessed.
Just downstairs, the female pastry chef returned to the shop with a bag in her arms, walked to the oven, and calmly threw the blood-stained tramp clothes into the oven.
Not an oven.
It is a stove for boiling sugar and making some leftovers.
In the firewood, the clothes burst into flames.
The female pastry chef stirred the clothes a few times with a fire hook to let them burn fully, and then put the kettle on the stove.
Then, the female pastry chef looked towards the second floor.
Her eyes were burning and intoxicated.
However, after a moment, there was a shock.
The female pastry chef seemed to be awake from sleep.
