The whole person inflated like a balloon, and then——
Bang!
It just exploded.
Blood and flesh splattered all over the sausage street.
Before Cecil died, he had just left Hannibal's clinic.
Sitting in the back seat of the old car, Jason and Edward listened to little Bansi's story. Jason's expression was very playful, while Edward's expression instantly became solemn.
It's Hannibal again!
Once again, the psychiatrist's figure appeared in Edward's field of vision.
"Isn't this guy some kind of perverted murderer?"
Little Banxi who was driving guessed.
"Probably not."
"He has considerable status and status."
"Moreover, the charitable foundations in operation are really doing good things."
Edward shook his head, but his tone was not so sure.
He has not forgotten little David.
The other party also has an extraordinary background and possesses an identity and status that ordinary people cannot imagine.
But what did the other party do?
It's not an exaggeration to call him a bastard.
Then, subconsciously, the leader of the special operations team looked at Jason, who remained silent.
"Jason, do you have any ideas?"
Jason's several stunning performances had already impressed Edward.
He'd love to hear Jason's opinion.
"you say……"
"Could this Doctor Hannibal be related to the 'Ghost Team'?"
Jason said.
When Dadas was buying so-called 'dragon eggs', Hannibal appeared.
Jason didn't think this appearance was a coincidence.
After all, Jason didn't believe that someone like Hannibal would take the initiative to go to the vegetable market. He felt more like he was reclaiming a piece of land by himself and being self-sufficient.
If it wasn't a coincidence, Hannibal went there on purpose.
That is naturally related to the 'Ghost Squad'.
Those things were given to Hannibal by the 'Ghost Team'.
besides!
What's more important is...
Could those things be ‘food’?
Jason thought about it, and then his saliva began to secrete uncontrollably.
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 has both connections and money.
only……
Why did Hannibal choose to cooperate with Micah?
What does Micah have that someone like Hannibal would expect?
Or is Hannibal hoping to use Micah's hand to get rid of some people?
Edward frowned as he thought about it.
"Speed up, hurry up."
Edward patted the driver's seat.
"clear."
Little Banxi nodded and immediately stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Suddenly, the speeding car became faster and faster.
However, even so, it was still evening when the three Jasons arrived at Sausage Street.
The sun sets in the west.
Sunlight like blood scattered on the street.
Sausage Street has already been under martial law.
Dozens of police officers patrolled the streets.
They were picking up the scraps of Cecil's body.
The reporters who were blocked from the outside were staring at this place and pressing the shutter from time to time.
Although they cannot enter, it does not prevent them from working.
Photos and records were sent back to the newspaper one after another.
When the car driven by Banxi Jr. appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of these reporters. When he saw Jason push the door and get out of the car, the flashlights flashed continuously.
They are no strangers to Jason.
Heroes who fought against militants.
The investigators of the murder at the Almeida Restaurant.
Such an incident is enough for them to become familiar with Jason.
But now, Jason appears here, and these reporters immediately rush towards Jason like sharks smelling the smell of blood.
"Mr. Jason, are you here to solve the murder of Director 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 reporters who came in asked Jason one after another.
Those words were like a machine gun, clicking non-stop.
Keeping [city recognition] in mind, Jason just stood upright and was still being photographed by these reporters.
When the flashing lights stopped, he opened his mouth and answered one by one:
"I just came to the scene and I can't confirm Director Cecil's case yet."
"I regret the assassination of Congressman David."
"You are very well informed. I am now the consultant of the Special Operations Group."
Jason's cooperation made these reporters even more excited.
Except at press conferences, they rarely encounter such cooperative people.
Most people either avoided talking about it or violently pushed away the camera.
"What do you think of the case before you?"
"Do you know why Director Cecil exploded?"
"Is this a new weapon?"
"Or witchcraft?"
"Do you think 'mystery' really exists?"
Reporters rushed to ask questions.
But Jason always maintained a calm look.
He once again waited for the reporters to stop asking questions.
"It is wrong to confuse the strange with the mysterious. The most common crime is often the most mysterious, because it has no strangeness as a basis for reasoning and judgment."
"and……"
"I wish there was only one!"
After speaking, Jason stopped giving these reporters a chance to speak and walked straight forward.
The slight smell of predators 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 flashlight flashed again.
The experienced reporter looked at the car Jason came in.
Seeing the dirt on the tires that did not belong to the urban area, these experienced reporters immediately whispered to the assistants beside them: "Go and find out where Mr. Jason comes from."
The assistants nodded one after another.
Then, act quickly.
Reporters' sense of smell is sometimes no weaker than that of police detectives.
It's just that the direction of thinking is different.
Jason walked ahead.
Edward and Jason walked side by side, with little Benxi following behind.
"Jason, you can actually handle those guys!"
Edward said with great admiration.
Behind him, the same is true for little Banxi.
"When they ask questions, I always feel like I'm being interrogated."
"Obviously I didn't do anything."
"But they have already given the answer."
"It seems to be what I do."
"It's... terrible."
Little Banxi seemed to have a deeper understanding, with a look of lingering fear on his face.
"Calmness is your only way to cope."
Jason said this and stopped.
In front of you is a typical two-and-a-half-story building with a garden and a terrace. The walls are brightly colored and the windows are clean.
At the entrance, a small sign hangs on the left wall post of the black iron fence: "Hannibal Psychological Clinic".
The door is not closed at this moment.
Not only the courtyard door, but also the room door is open.
Two police officers were in the corridor, questioning Hannibal.
Different from the suit and leather shoes he wore when they last met, Hannibal was now wearing a light green striped shirt and a pure white apron tied around his waist. When responding to the police's questioning, he saw Jason appearing at the door.
Suddenly, the psychiatrist showed a smile full of surprise.
