Griffin's voice came from the bedroom, instantly attracting the attention of Jason, Edward and little Bansy.
The three of them rushed directly into the bedroom.
I saw Griffin rolling all over the ground.
"Futon No. 2, what's wrong with you?"
Little Banxi called out the code name.
During the operation, the four people discussed the codenames. Jason was the 'Mask', Edward was the 'Cloak', Benci was 'Bed No. 1', and Griffin was 'Blanket No. 2'.
Griffin didn't hear what little Bansi said at all, he just kept rolling and wailing.
"Jason, don't eat me!"
“Little Bansi is more delicious!”
"Remember to wash it off, he doesn't like to take a bath!"
While rolling, Griffin shouted.
Little Banxi, who had already bent down to help Griffin up, was stunned.
Then he straightened up and kicked Griffin.
Little Bansi thought Griffin was playing a trick on him.
But just after he kicked Griffin, Griffin suddenly twitched and foamed at the mouth.
Moreover, breathing becomes weaker and weaker.
"Captain! Sir Jason!"
Little Banxi immediately became at a loss.
Edward pried Griffin's mouth open.
""
I rushed to the separate bathroom to find water.
He hoped to use cold water to wake Griffin up.
Jason raised his hand and pointed——
yi!
After a brief sound, Griffin stopped twitching, and then his whole body collapsed to the ground.
His eyes were slightly confused.
After a few seconds, he regained consciousness.
Immediately, Griffin threw away the 'code book', stood up, and hid behind Jason like a snake or a scorpion.
Although Griffin's face was hidden by the quilt, his exposed eyes were filled with fear.
"Are these guys?"
He said this.
"Um."
Edward nodded firmly, and then said naturally: "'Dog Claw' Brooke has no access to such people or items. The only possibility is that he is an agent of the 'Ghost Team'."
"That's 'dog paw'?"
"But 'Dog Claw' has been killed by Mr. Jason."
Little Banxi was stunned and turned to look at Jason.
Jason bent down and picked up the 'code book'.
He lowered his head and smelled it.
"'Dog Paw' is not."
Jason said and walked out.
The three of them looked at each other.
They weren't sure how Jason knew.
It can't really be smelled, right?
There must be some clues, but they didn't find them!
Well, it must be.
Ask Gichel later.
The three of them made up their minds and followed quickly.
…
Sidlin is a legitimate businessman.
He was quite old and became successful in his early years. Then, he used the capital from his youth to own three shops of his own on Black Pepper Street, renting out two of them and operating one by himself.
Although many people asked him why he was alone, every time the old businessman would shake his head and smile without saying a word.
As time went by, no one asked anymore.
However, many people will come to patronize this shop that sells handicrafts or paintings.
The entire store is decorated somewhat like an art grocery store.
But it should be relatively neat.
At least Sidlin will mop the floor.
Then, put some flower arrangements in the window.
It's like this all year round.
The colors of the flower arrangements are different, and the shapes are also different.
There is also a pot of flowers placed in the window today.
The neatly trimmed flowers are sometimes bright red, sometimes mysterious purple, and sometimes cute and beautiful pink. When people see them, they can't help but notice the two.
Snake-whip chrysanthemum is a kind of chrysanthemum, but it is far from a real chrysanthemum. Instead, it looks a bit like a rattlesnake's tail.
This is also the origin of its name.
laugh.
Sidlin took the watering can and sprayed it again.
With the nourishment of water, the snake whip chrysanthemum becomes more and more beautiful.
Sidelin turned around and started filling the fireplace with firewood. Although there was already heating in the room, Sidelin still habitually chose the fireplace in winter.
For this reason his house retained a huge chimney.
Thick smoke billows.
You can see it from a long distance.
Most people will ignore it.
But thoughtful people don’t.
Smoke itself is the most primitive signal.
After doing all this, Sidlin sat in the rocking chair, covered with a blanket, and picked up the half-read book.
The cover of the book is in tatters and the name cannot be seen, but it is very old.
Just when Sidlin was reading with great interest, the doorbell rang——
jingle.
Sidlin looked up.
Then I saw two men wearing bedding and hoods barging in.
The headgear was obviously carefully tailored.
But it still has a sense of stupidity.
Shouldn’t the headgear be made of light, breathable black cloth or stockings?
Could it be that you chose this kind of bedding and headcover for... the winter?
However, the two of them looked a bit familiar.
Sidlin, who couldn't recall it for a moment, spoke.
"The money is in the cabinet."
“The items in the store are random.”
"If you want it, that's fine."
Sidlin said calmly, and then handed the book in his hand to Griffin.
"You know, that's not what I want."
Griffin pretended to be cool.
"Then what do you want?"
"I'm just a poor, lonely old man."
"This store contains all my belongings."
Sidelin said slowly.
"No!"
"You still have... life."
Griffin emphasized the pronunciation.
"life?"
Xidelin finally realized something was wrong.
At the same time, he thought of the previous newspaper.
The person in front of me seems to be an accomplice in the assassination of Congressman David.
Then, he thought of something else.
The seemingly old businessman immediately sat up straight.
"My life is here, do you want it?"
"It depends on whether you have the ability!"
"I……"
Bang!
Sidlin sneered and spoke, but before he could finish his words, Edward, who sneaked in from the backyard, hit him on the neck with a rifle butt.
Suddenly, the old businessman fainted.
Griffin and little Banxi were stunned.
Isn't this a little too easy?
Both of them are ready for a big fight.
"Mask, I got it."
Edward said in a clear voice.
It was only then that the nervous two people realized that Jason was not there.
Where did Jason go?
In White Pepper Street, one block away from Black Pepper Street, Walker looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance, picked up his binoculars and looked carefully at the shop windows of Sidelin.
Although it is far away, this is a good angle.
You can clearly see the pot of snake whip chrysanthemum.
