With the pervasive death aura as a guide, he didn't need any more observations.
Just get straight to the target and that's it.
In the room next to the third staircase, Jason found a hidden bomb.
Place in a basket and hide in the closet.
Careful arrangements were made so that without a thorough search, it would be difficult for ordinary people to discover it.
But to Jason, the bomb stained with death was no different from the bomb in front of him.
This is not cheating!
But he has outstanding abilities!
[Death Aura Sense] is his specialty. What’s wrong with saying it’s his own ability?
After checking that there were no booby traps, Jason lifted the cloth covering the basket.
Immediately, a bomb with a timer appeared in everyone's eyes.
There are less than five minutes left on the timer.
Watching the time passing by, Edward shouted loudly:
"Split the single group!"
Then, after the leader of the special operations team estimated the power of the bomb, he hated the 'Ripper in the Night' even more.
Obviously, if Jason hadn't found the bomb so quickly.
This bomb will definitely bring unimaginable consequences.
Although the entire police apartment building will not be blown up, the surrounding rooms will definitely not survive the bombing, and if there are people inside...
The results are naturally self-evident.
"Did this bastard realize that we were targeting him, so he provoked us?"
"No!"
"No, it's not a provocation."
"He's trying to divert our attention!"
Edward thought.
"Maybe it's just plain crazy?"
Jason put forward a different opinion.
"Simple madness?"
"Whether it's provocation or crazy!"
"I have to catch this bastard!"
Mr. Edward frowned, and then shook his head.
For him, no matter what criminals like the "Ripper of the Night" are like, only the gallows belongs to them.
And him?
He is the one who wants to send the other party to the gallows with his own hands.
Watching his subordinates begin to dismantle the bomb, Edward thought to himself.
At this time, he suddenly saw Jason walking downstairs.
"Where are you going?"
Edward followed up and asked.
"Go get that bastard."
Jason answered.
…
Oconberger sat in the cafe opposite the police station.
He was holding a cup of coffee and looking at the police station opposite leisurely.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
A trace of a proud smile appeared there.
"What a stupid mortal!"
He commented on the reporters who had appeared at the street entrance.
These reporters are really stupid in his eyes.
No clues that he deliberately left behind were found at all.
Of course, those clues are not true.
But it will make this game more interesting.
This is what he expected.
That's what he wants too.
However, this did not hinder his enjoyment of watching the show.
"Those 'little gifts' should have been discovered, right?"
Ockenberg thought.
Then, he saw the reporter who rushed into the alley rushing out again, followed by a person.
That's...
Jason!
"Tsk."
Oconberger pursed his lips, and a disdainful sound came from between his teeth.
He recognized Jason.
through newspapers.
A man suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome was actually blown up by a group of stupid people and became a so-called detective. He was also hired by the police station and became a special consultant.
From this point of view, a group of police detectives headed by Edward are also stupid.
I have never seen the world at all.
I don’t know what a truly smart person should be like.
Thinking of this, Oconberger took another sip of coffee, his eyes full of pride.
But soon, such pride was replaced by a touch of surprise.
"You actually found the 'gift'?"
“Not bad.”
"Not like other mortals."
"So smart."
Oconberger put down his coffee, and the disdain in his eyes subsided slightly.
But it didn't disappear completely.
In his opinion, it was natural to find the body in the mailbox.
After all, he left clues in so many letters.
but!
What about the ‘rewards’ later?
Will you find it?
Oconberger was slightly looking forward to it.
Then he saw Jason walking towards the police station dormitory.
Suddenly, Oconberger laughed.
Everything was as he expected.
"That's it!"
"That's it!"
“It’s fun when there are many people.”
Oconberger murmured softly.
He is not worried that there are no smart people, but he is worried that there are no smart people.
Without the leadership of smart people, how could those stupid guys gather together, and how could they appreciate the charm of "fireworks"?
As for Jason finding the ‘time bomb’ he arranged in advance?
Impossible!
He has many layers of arrangements to hide that 'ticking bomb' very well!
Even if multiple people conduct a blanket search, the 'ticking time bomb' will not be found within the safe time, let alone one person!
Do you think he is a son of the plane?
Or is he the son of Xindecheng, whom the whole city loves and protects?
Impossible!
So, Oconberger moved his position while holding the coffee.
He didn't want to be hurt by broken glass.
Even if you want to enjoy the fireworks, you must keep a safe distance.
However, just as Oconberger picked up the coffee again, he saw Jason walking out of the police dormitory.
"Um?"
"Have you given up?"
"You know you can't find it within the safe time, so you evacuate first?"
“Good choice.”
"As expected of a smart man."
Ockenberg thought sarcastically.
Then, he saw Jason striding in.
Did you spot me?
impossible!
I've done enough covering up!
No one can find me!
Okonberg told himself in his heart, and then, sipping his coffee gracefully, he looked at Jason who was approaching, smiled slightly and said, "Is something okay?"
"No."
Jason answered like this.
Ockenberg breathed a sigh of relief.
really!
It's just a coincidence!
I just said, I have put on a skirt for perfect concealment, how could ordinary people find me?
"and you……"
Snap!
Okonberg subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he could finish speaking, Jason raised his hand and hit him on the neck.
At the crisp sound of the knife, Oconberger rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
Only then did Edward catch up.
"she is?"
Looking at the unconscious Okonberg, Edward was a little unsure.
"He is the person we are looking for."
Jason said.
In the field of vision of [Death Aura Perception], the opponent is stained with the same death aura as the previous internal organs and torso.
There is no doubt that the other party should be the murderer.
Edward nodded subconsciously at first, and then reacted quickly.
"Wait, you said he?"
Edward looked down at Ockenberg, who was wearing a bright red dress with lace on the skirt, painted nails, lipstick, foundation, and carefully trimmed eyebrows. He was a little unbelievable.
"Well, him."
Jason nodded.
Edward immediately checked.
After a while...
He raised his hand in shock.
He shook his hands in disgust and looked at Jason in disbelief.
"How do you know he's a man?"
"And how do you know he is the murderer?"
Jason glanced at the back of Edward, who was looking for disinfectant, and said calmly——
