The Demon’s Menu

Jason pushed the door open and strode.

With pervasive death as a guide, he didn't need more observation at all.

Pointing directly at the goal is done.

In the room next to the three stairs, Jason found the hidden bomb.

Put it in a basket and hide it in the closet.

It has been carefully arranged and not thoroughly searched, it is difficult for ordinary people to find it.

But for Jason, the dead bomb was just like the one in front of him.

This is not open!

It is his superior ability!

[Death Perception] is his specialty, what is wrong with his ability?

After checking that there was no such thing as a thunderbolt, Jason opened the cloth towel covering the basket.

Immediately a bomb with a timer appeared in everyone's eyes.

There are less than five minutes left in the timer.

Watching the elapsed time, Edward shouted loudly:

"Unpack a single group!"

Then, after evaluating the power of this bomb, the leader of the special operations team became more and more hated for the "Ripper Under the Night".

Obviously, if it was not for Jason to find the bomb so quickly.

This bomb must have unimaginable consequences.

Although the entire police apartment will not be blown up, the surrounding rooms will not be spared, and if anyone is inside ...

The result is naturally self-evident.

"Is this **** provoking to notice that we have locked him in?"

"Do not!"

"No, not provocation."

"He is to divert our attention!"

Edward thought.

"Maybe it's just crazy?"

Jason put forward different opinions.

"Simple madness?"

"Whether it's provocative or crazy!"

"I must catch this bastard!"

Mr. Edward frowned, then shook his head.

For him, no matter what a criminal like "The Ripper Under Night" is, only the gallows is the other party's attribution.

And he?

It is the person who wants to personally send the other party to the gallows.

Watching his subordinates start to dismantle the bomb, Edward thought to himself.

At this time, he suddenly saw Jason walking downstairs.

"Where are you going?"

Edward followed and asked.

"Go catch the bastard."

Jason answered.

...

O'Connell sat in a cafe opposite the police station.

Carrying his coffee, he looked at the police station opposite with leisurely contentment.

The corners of the mouth could not help but lifted up.

A smug smile appeared on that.

"What a stupid mortal!"

He evaluated the reporters who had appeared at the street entrance.

These reporters are really stupid in his eyes.

There was no clue that he deliberately left.

Of course, those clues are not true.

But it will make this game more interesting.

This is what he looked forward to.

Also what he wants.

However, this does not hinder his mood to watch the play.

"Should those 'small gifts' be found?"

Alconberg thought.

Then he saw the reporter who rushed into the alley rushed out again and followed behind a person.

That is……

Jason!

"Huh."

Alconberg pursed his lips, and a disdainful voice came from between his teeth.

He recognized Jason.

Through the newspaper.

A person suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome was blown into a so-called detective by a group of stupid people. He was also hired by the police and became a special consultant.

From this point of view, a group of detectives headed by Edward is also stupid.

Never seen the world at all.

I don't know what a really smart person should be.

Thinking of this, Alconberg took another sip of coffee, his eyes full of pride.

But soon, such pride was replaced by a surprise.

"Actually found" Gift "?"

"not bad."

"Not unlike other mortals."

"It's so smart."

O'Connell put down the coffee, the disdain in his eyes slightly converging.

But it did not disappear completely.

In his opinion, it was reasonable to find the body in the post.

After all, he left clues on so many letters.

but!

What about the "reward" afterwards?

Will you find it?

Alconberg looked slightly forward.

Immediately he saw Jason walking towards the police dormitory.

Suddenly, Alconberg laughed.

Everything is as he expected.

"That's it!"

"That's it!"

"It's fun when there are many people."

O'Connell whispered.

He is not worried about not being smart, but rather not being smart.

Without the guidance of smart people, how can those stupid guys gather in everything, and how can they feel the charm of 'fireworks'?

As for Jason find the "time bomb" he arranged in advance?

impossible!

He has layers of layout, which hides the 'time bomb' well!

Even if multiple people conduct a carpet search, they will not find the ‘time bomb’ within a safe time, let alone one!

Do you think he is a son of the plane?

Or the son of Xindecheng, the whole city loves and shelters him?

impossible!

So Alconberg carried the coffee and shifted his position.

He didn't want to be hurt by broken glass slag.

Even if you want to enjoy the fireworks, you need a safe distance.

But, just when O'Connell picked up the coffee again, he saw Jason coming out of the police dormitory.

"Ok?"

"Did you give up?"

"I know I can't find it within a safe time, so evacuate first?"

"Good choice."

"It's a smart person."

Alcomberg thought sarcastically.

Then, he saw Jason stepping in.

Did you find me?

impossible!

I did enough cover-up!

No one can find me!

O'Connell told himself in his heart, then, pretending to be elegantly sipping coffee, looking at the approaching Jason, and smiled slightly: "Is something wrong?"

"No."

Jason replied like this.

O'Connellberg breathed a sigh of relief.

really!

It was a coincidence!

I said, I have put on a skirt for perfect concealment. How could ordinary people find me?

"then you……"

Snapped!

Alconberg subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he finished, Jason raised his hand and hit him on the neck.

In the crisp sound of a knife, O'Connell rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

At this time, Edward caught up.

"She is?"

Looking at the unconscious O'Combo, Edward was not sure.

"He is the person we are looking for."

Jason said.

[Death Perception] In the field of vision, the opponent is contaminated with the same dead air as the previous internal organs and torso.

There is no doubt that the other party should be the murderer.

Edward nodded subconsciously first, and then reacted quickly.

"Wait, you said him?"

Edward looked down at the bright red dress ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ there is lace on the skirt, painted nails, lipstick, foundation, and carefully trimmed the eyebrows of O'Combo, it is somewhat unbelievable.

"Well, he."

Jason nodded.

Edward checked it immediately.

After a moment ...

He raised his hand in horror.

He shook his hand disgustingly, while looking at Jason incredulously.

"How do you know he is a man?"

"And how do you know he is the murderer?"

Jason glanced at Edward's back looking for disinfectant, and said lightly

"Everything is obvious."