Gray filled Jason’s vision, perated with the breath of death.
This ti he began to widen the search area.
In the back alley, apart from the viscera at his feet sared with the aura of death, there was nothing else worth noting.
He moved his footsteps, walking out of the alleyway.
As for the police station?
Before he arrived, he had already confird that there was nothing inside tainted with the sa aura of death.
As Jason moved, the surrounding reporters imdiately dispersed.
After walking out of the alley with ease, Jason imdiately locked his eyes on the mailbox opposite.
This mailbox looked no different from those in other locations, almost as tall as a man, painted green throughout, and sowhat mottled.
But inside, the aura of death was so dense it reached the extre.
Much more than the viscera contained in the trash bin.
Torso!
Jason guessed.
Then, he walked straight toward the mailbox.
From a distance, the mailbox looked no different from others.
However, upon closer inspection, one could find that it had been tampered with; from the mail retrieval slot upward, it had been sawed with sothing like a saw, forming a shape similar to an inverted “U”, then it was repaired, and although cent and paint were used for nding the edges, a careful examination revealed a trace.
Thump, thump-thump.
Jason knocked.
A hollow sound.
“Shall we open it?”
Edward, who had been following Jason, asked.
At the sa ti, he flared his nostrils.
He wanted to use the scent of blood to determine if there was a body.
But he slled nothing.
“Open it.”
Jason nodded.
“Bansey, the crowbar.”
Edward called out.
Little Bansey instantly ran back to the police station and shortly afterward returned with a crowbar in hand. He jabbed it fiercely into the repaired spot of the mailbox.
Bang!
The cent splattered, and with Bansey’s sufficient strength, the crowbar penetrated the crack with one strike.
Then, he exerted a little force.
Creak.
The side of the mailbox was directly pried open.
Imdiately, the scene inside the mailbox was revealed.
Not a single letter, but instead a headless corpse hanging.
“Ah!”
“A body!”
The exclamation ca from reporters a little further away.
By this ti, Edward’s subordinates had already rushed out to maintain order.
They not only ford a solid wall of people but also kept their distance.
However, this did not prevent the reporters from raising their caras high and pressing the shutter.
Even less so did it hinder the taller ones from standing on tiptoes to peek inside.
The shorter ones?
They bent down, peering through the gaps.
At this mont, they were each displaying Divine Skills.
But Jason and Edward both ignored these people, both were examining the body in front of them.
The corpse was split open through the middle, just like a slaughtered pig hanging in a butcher’s shop, suspended inside the mailbox, and on the neck of the body, hung a note.
The note wasn’t folded, clearly written on it was:
Clever one, you’ve found the ‘extra gift’.
Therefore, I will give you a reward.
But of course, you have to search for this ‘reward’ yourself.
Friendly tip: You better be quick, otherwise this ‘reward’ might go up in smoke.
Another hint: The ‘reward’ is close to you.
—— Looking forward to your performance: The Ripper in the Night.
…
“A bomb?!”
Edward scanned the note, its tone full of arrogance.
Instantly, he was drawn to the phrase ‘go up in smoke’.
And he imdiately thought of a bomb.
It was the only way he could think of for sothing to ‘go up in smoke’ quickly.
“Mm.”
Jason nodded.
He agreed with Edward’s conjecture.
After seeing Jason nod, the leader of the Special Operations Team imdiately turned around and said in a low voice to little Bansey, “There’s a bomb, evacuate the crowd, quickly.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Little Bansey set into motion at once.
But the journalists were not so easily evacuated.
“You can’t do this!”
“The public has a right to know!”
“Exactly!”
“We have the right to know the truth!”
The journalists began to clamor loudly.
Especially a few who were leading the pack, they even tried to break through the human wall during the chaos, in search of a better angle to shoot from, but they were all pushed back by little Bansey.
Unfortunately, these people hadn’t given up, they were prepared to try again.
In the face of news, journalists were more persistent than hounds.
And that was a big headache for little Bansey.
That’s why he’d rather be on the battlefield than face journalists.
Then, just as little Bansey didn’t know what to do, he suddenly noticed that these journalists who wanted to break through the human wall monts ago had all stopped.
And they were moving in a certain direction.
No!
It wasn’t the journalists who had moved.
It was His Excellency Jason who had moved!
The journalists were simply following His Excellency Jason!
Turning his head, little Bansey saw Jason heading in a certain direction.
That was…
The police dormitory!
And the journalists, chasing after Jason, sward toward it.
“Mr. Jason, have you discovered sothing else?”
“The body just now, how did you find it?”
“Did you find any clues in the ‘Night Stalker’s’ ssage?”
There was no human wall around Jason, as soon as the journalists surged up they imdiately started asking.
Jason kept walking, his expression remaining indifferent.
He said lightly—
“It’s all quite obvious.”
Having said that, Jason continued on with large strides.
What could he say?
He certainly couldn’t say that it was through the “Dead Air Sense” that he had discovered the body, right?
At this ti, Jason unexpectedly began to miss the woman confectioner.
If she were here, she would surely be able to ‘explain everything accurately’.
It’s all quite obvious?
The journalists looked at one another, trying to see if anyone had discovered sothing from their colleagues’ faces.
But everyone was just baffled.
Subconsciously, they looked toward Edward.
The leader of the Special Operations Team by now had quite a bit of experience, following behind Jason, maintaining a breezy deanor.
“Deputy Director Edward, do you know what this ans?”
The journalists imdiately shifted their attention, starting to question Edward.
“Just as Jason has said—it’s all quite obvious.”
Having said that, Edward quickened his pace.
However, he didn’t forget to pull little Bansey with him.
He didn’t want little Bansey to slip up.
Of course, he had even more important things to instruct Bansey about.
“Call Giselle, report what happened here… no, have soone report to Giselle, then, you imdiately go by car to invite Giselle over.”
Edward said in a low voice.
Seeking Miss Giselle?
Little Bansey was stunned, not understanding why Edward would do such a thing.
But that didn’t hinder him from following orders.
“Yes, Captain!”
Turning around, little Bansey pulled over a team mber to give instructions, then ran toward the car.
‘Private’ had been following little Bansey all along, and as little Bansey opened the car door, he jumped in the car.
Jason heard Edward’s instruction.
He wouldn’t stop it.
He was pleased for the woman confectioner to co here.
Then, he raised his hand and pushed open the door in front of the police apartnt.
Squeak.
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