After a complex and mysterious yet short voice, brilliance suddenly appeared.
The dazzling light enveloped the vehicle driven by David and Hunter, as well as the men in black with guns.
"Ahhh!"
The cries of pain sounded one after another.
"Flashbang!"
"There's an ambush!"
"Hidden! Hidden!"
The leading man in black shouted loudly.
But, it's too late.
Jason's figure appeared among the men in black, and his tall, strong body quickly spun with the broad-bladed short-handled machete in his hand.
Woo!
The blade split the air and roared.
Puff, puff!
Everyone around Jason suffered fatal blows.
Moreover, as Jason's footsteps moved, the range of such slashes continued to expand.
When David and Hunter regained their vision, they saw a field of broken limbs and broken arms. A figure stood upright among them. The hockey mask on his face looked even more ferocious and terrifying amidst the blood.
Hunter has never considered himself a timid person, but at this moment he swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.
what happened?
I was clearly surrounded by a group of people just now.
Why are you surrounded by someone now?
Even, if possible, he would rather choose his previous opponent.
Because the guy in front of me with blood all over his body looked like a perverted murderer.
The dead guys on the ground are the best proof.
However, as a police officer, Hunter still subconsciously raised the gun in his hand.
But the next moment, David held the gun.
"Sir Jason?"
David asked tentatively.
Jason?
Hunter was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked at Jason.
He felt that the figure in front of him looked familiar just now. When David's words came out, the figure in front of him immediately merged with the tall and strong figure in his memory.
It's Jason!
Hunter thought with certainty.
Jason, standing in front of the two men, denied it flatly.
"Jason? Are you talking about the famous writer?"
"Sorry, I'm not."
"I'm just a 'mask man' passing by."
Jason joked seriously.
A very famous writer?
What a liar!
Besides yourself, who would give such a high evaluation to a third-rate writer?
Young Hunter could hardly control his expression and wanted to roll his eyes.
David was much more normal, maintaining his habitual smile.
"Then Mr. Masked Man who is passing by, do you have anything else to do?"
"If not, we'll leave first."
The middle-aged police chief asked tentatively.
Although he had confirmed that the person in front of him was Jason, the scene in front of him still shocked the middle-aged police chief.
In his nearly twenty years of case handling career, this middle-aged police chief has already seen too many extremely vicious guys. However, this middle-aged police chief is certain that none of these extremely vicious guys combined can compare to...
Jason's little finger in front of him.
Look at the bodies on the ground.
How long did the light last?
One second?
Two seconds?
The middle-aged police chief didn't know why he became a writer after killing so many people in such a short period of time. He only knew that if the other party wanted to cause trouble for them, they would really be dead.
So, the middle-aged police chief tried it out.
He wanted to know Jason's attitude.
And the result made him relieved.
The moment he finished speaking, Jason turned around and left directly.
Hunter kept his eyes on Jason.
At this time, when I saw Jason leaving, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But the middle-aged police chief spoke again.
"etc."
"Can you tell me why you helped me?"
the middle-aged police chief asked.
"Those who work for everyone should not freeze to death in the snow."
Jason kept walking, but his words came from far away and clearly penetrated into the ears of David and Hunter.
The two of them were startled for a moment, then muttered these words unconsciously.
Hunter's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a belief seemed to burst out.
He had similar beliefs before, but they were very vague.
But now, this belief became clear with Jason's words.
At this moment, he found the value of his own existence.
David is different.
The middle-aged police chief, who already knew what he was going to do, shook his head slightly and chuckled.
"I just did what I had to do."
He said this.
Then, he raised his head and shouted loudly at the retreating figure——
"Thanks."
When Jason heard such thanks, the corners of his mouth curled up behind the mask, but his voice was muttered indistinctly.
"What a fool."
There are always a group of fools in the world who will stand up when others are desperate.
Bring light to others!
Just like the stars at night!
Dispel the darkness of the world!
They are called...
hero.
A bunch of idiots.
I sincerely hope these fools live a long life and have a worry-free life.
Otherwise, the darkness that has been dispelled will come back sooner or later, making the whole world look like an abyss and hell.
Jason had seen that before.
In, the city that never sleeps.
It has long been a hell on earth.
One such place is enough.
More?
I'm afraid the universe will be destroyed.
Jason turned and looked aside.
John, who came as promised, parked the car on the side of the road. From the driver's seat, John looked at Jason with a little surprise.
He witnessed what just happened.
He wasn't surprised that Jason would take action.
Just surprised at the way Jason took action.
He had seen similar people in his 'career', but he never expected that Jason would be such a person.
Why would such a person become a writer?
Like me, is it also because of retirement?
John couldn't help but think.
Jason walked around the car, opened the door and got into the passenger seat.
Just after Jason was done, John handed a document bag to Jason.
"The information you want about Butler Ahmaud's previous employer, 'Edward'."
John said as cleanly as ever.
"Thank you."
Jason opened the brown paper bag as he spoke.
There is a thick pile of information inside, which is quite detailed.
From the time 'Edward' was born until his disappearance.
Edward was born in Cherry City in 1933 to a wealthy family. He received an elite education since he was a child. When he became an adult, he took over the family business, including a bank and a mining company.
Fundilt was able to become Edward's housekeeper because of the recommendation letter from Edward's old housekeeper before he retired.
The two parties have cooperated for nearly thirty years. Findilt helped Edward diligently, and Edward also trusted Findilt to take care of many businesses.
If this continues, Findilt will definitely take care of two or even three generations of the Edward family like the old butler before him, and then introduce a new butler when he retires.
Or, simply let your heirs inherit your career and become the inherited steward of the Edward family.
It's just that something unexpected happened.
In 1997, Edward suddenly contracted a strange disease. Not only did he become delirious, but he also made several irrational investments, causing the entire Edward family to decline.
After flipping through the information, Jason looked at the photo included in the document.
This is an old black and white photo, at least 20 years old, or even longer, and the corners are slightly frayed.
In the photo, there are two people, one sitting and one standing.
A much younger Findilt stood there with a smile, and in front of him stood a well-dressed middle-aged man with a beard.
The man held a cane in his hand, resting his hands on it, with his left hand at the bottom and his right hand at the top. On the exposed index finger of his right hand, there was a ring set with gems.
Although the photo is black and white, Jason can still roughly estimate how expensive the ring is.
"This is a family with banks and mines..."
Jason said and looked at John.
Although Jason didn't finish speaking, John understood what Jason wanted to say.
It is impossible for a family with banks and mines to disappear so quickly.
Unless someone is causing trouble.
As for Edward's poor decision-making?
A person who has inherited the family for decades and is the stable and moderate helmsman of the family is definitely not a fool. He may make a mistake once due to an accident, but it is absolutely impossible to make several mistakes in a row.
The occurrence of such continuous accidents and mistakes is enough to illustrate some problems.
"There are some problems."
"But it's very obscure."
"It seems that someone is covering up such a thing. I don't have any clues in my channels, but I heard some rumors."
John talked about his investigation after reading the documents.
"rumor?"
Jason became interested.
Although the rumors are mostly based on rumors.
However, there is still a source.
"In the year before Edward's bankruptcy, he was often heard exclaiming at night."
"It's the kind of exclamation that has no meaning and is full of fear."
"And it was also from that time that Edward began to make investments that ordinary people did not understand: spending high prices and buying some weird things."
John continued.
"Weird stuff?"
Jason became more and more interested.
He seemed to smell the presence of 'food'.
"Well, these things are very hidden. Edward never let more people see them. It was just Fendilt's dictation afterwards, and the butler didn't want to mention these things more."
"In fact, if he hadn't wanted to find out Edward's whereabouts, everyone would have believed that the butler would have kept it secret."
John nodded and explained.
"Then how did Edward disappear?"
Jason asked.
In the information just now, there is a record of Edward's disappearance, but the record is very vague, with only a few sentences: Edward left the house he rented in the suburbs and never came back.
People around him said that the down-and-out Edward seemed to be unable to accept the current situation and became crazy.
It was also said that Edward showed signs of committing suicide more than once.
Everything is very common sense.
This is the sign of a frustrated person.
If there were no previous ‘abnormal’ investments.
"It's just as recorded in the data."
"Fundilt proves this statement."
"Edward once said that he was deceived and that they were all liars."
"However, there is one thing that I care about."
John paused, and the expression on his face became a little strange.
Jason didn't rush, he waited quietly.
After about a second or two, John continued:
"Three months after Edward disappeared, someone saw Edward!"
"It's just Edward's ghost!"
"ghost?"
"Well, ghost!"
"Witnesses said that Edward was wandering around his old house and his whole body was hallucinatory."
"The witnesses at the time were frightened and ran home directly."
"And this isn't the first time."
"Later, when someone wanted to buy Edward's old house, they encountered a similar situation, but it was a bit more bizarre. They seemed to be pulled into a nightmare."
"After two incidents, Edward's old house was completely neglected."
"Soon, the place became deserted, but last summer, a fire suddenly broke out there. The fire engulfed the entire mansion. By the time the fire brigade arrived, it was already reduced to rubble."
A haunted old house?
Burned?
In addition, Edward bought strange things before.
Jason couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
He always felt that someone was erasing traces.
Obviously, it's not just Jason who thinks so, but some people also think so.
"In the days after this incident, some people began to wander around Edward's old house."
"They were obviously looking for something."
"However, they all came back empty-handed."
"This was no secret at the time. Many people in the underground world of Cherry City tried their luck."
"They met those guys."
"It should be an outsider."
"Very difficult to mess with."
John emphasized.
"What happens after that?"
Jason asked.
"After that, many people became more and more interested. The 'Edward Disappearance Case' reappeared in these guys' sight. They started investigating, and then..."
"The death begins!"
John's face became solemn.
He began to describe the part of the previous investigation that concerned him the most.
"The three people who first started the investigation all died violently."
"Drownings, accidental electric shocks and car accidents!."
"The three of them are the most famous private detectives and investigators in Cherry City."
"Two of them died quietly, and their bodies were cold when they were found."
"But the person who had the car accident left a message——"
"He was holding a doll in his hand."
"It's the kind of dolls that someone will use to decorate the front of the car. Most people will choose some that they like, or that are cute."
Having said this, John pointed to the center console of his car. There was a terrier-like dog doll on it. It was connected with a spring. When touched slightly, it would nod up and down and sway.
"But his doll is different, and he did not stick the doll on it, but held it in his hand in advance - someone investigated and found that the detective bought the doll about three days ago and then put it on his body
Deposit, it seems that he has already predicted his own destiny, in order to leave a message for people."
