Chapter 66 Exploring the Truth Edward

Jason, who opened the door, strode forward.

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

Just hit the target and you're done.

In the room next to the third staircase, Jason found the hidden bomb.

In a basket, hidden in a closet.

It has also been carefully arranged, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it without a thorough search.

But for Jason, a bomb tainted with death energy is no different from putting it in front of him.

This is not a hang-up!

But he is outstanding!

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

After checking that there were no booby traps, Jason lifted the drape over 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 passage of time, Edward shouted loudly:

"Dismantle the order group!"

Then, after estimating the power of the bomb, the leader of the special operations team hated the 'Ripper in the Night' even more.

Apparently, if Jason hadn't found the bomb so quickly.

This bomb must have unimaginable consequences.

Although the entire policeman's apartment will not be bombed, the surrounding rooms will definitely not be spared, and if there are people inside...

The results are naturally self-evident.

"This bastard, did you sense that we locked him, and that was the provocation?"

"Do not!"

"No, not a provocation."

"He's trying to divert our attention!"

Edward thought.

"Maybe it's just pure madness?"

Jason offered a different opinion.

"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 criminals like 'The Ripper in the Night' are, only the gallows belongs to the other party.

And he?

It is the person who wants to send the other party to the gallows with his own hands.

Watching his subordinates begin to defuse 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 catch that bastard."

Jason answered.

...

O'Connor sat in a cafe across from the police station.

Holding his coffee, he leisurely looked at the police station across from him.

The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

A smug smile appeared there.

"What a stupid mortal!"

He commented on the reporters who had already appeared at the street.

These reporters were really stupid in his eyes.

The clues he left on purpose were not found at all.

Of course, those clues weren't real.

But it will make this game a little more interesting.

This is what he was looking forward to.

Also what he wanted.

However, that didn't stop him from watching the show.

"Those 'little gifts' should have been discovered, right?"

O'Connell thought.

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

That is……

Jason!

"Tsk."

O'Connor pursed his lips, and a disdainful voice came from between his teeth.

He recognized Jason.

through newspapers.

A man suffering from PTSD was turned into a so-called detective by a bunch of stupid people and hired by the police as a special consultant.

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

Haven't seen the world at all.

I don't know what a real smart person should look like.

Thinking of this, O'Connor took another sip of coffee, his eyes full of pride.

But soon, such pride was replaced by a touch of surprise.

"I actually found a 'gift'?"

"not bad."

"Not like other mortals."

"A little bit smart."

O'Connor put down the coffee, and the disdain in his eyes subsided slightly.

But it didn't disappear completely.

In his opinion, finding the body in the mailbox is a matter of course.

After all, he left clues on so many letters.

but!

What about the 'reward' after that?

will you find it?

O'Connell looked forward slightly.

Immediately, he saw Jason walking towards the police dormitory.

Immediately, O'Connell laughed.

Everything was as he expected.

"That's it!"

"That's it!"

"It's fun to have a lot of people."

O'Connor murmured.

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 can those stupid guys gather in everything, and how can they experience the charm of 'fireworks'?

As for Jason finding the 'time bomb' he set up in advance?

impossible!

He has layers of arrangement, which hides that 'time bomb' very well!

Even a multi-person blanket search will not find that 'time bomb' within safe time, let alone a single person!

Do you think he is the son of the plane?

Or the son of Xindecheng, is the whole city pampering and sheltering him?

impossible!

So, O'Connell took his coffee and shifted his position.

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

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

However, just as O'Connor picked up the coffee again, he saw Jason walking out of the police dormitory.

"Um?"

"Have you given up?"

"Knowing that I can't find it within the safe time, so, evacuate first?"

“Nice choice.”

"As expected of a wise man."

O'Connor thought sarcastically.

Then, he saw Jason strode in.

Did you spot me?

impossible!

I've done enough cover-ups!

No one can find mine!

O'Connor told himself in his heart, then, pretending to be elegant, sipping his coffee, looking at Jason as he approached, he smiled and said, "Is something wrong?"

"No."

Jason replied.

O'Connell breathed a sigh of relief.

really!

Just a coincidence!

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

"then you……"

Snapped!

O'Connell subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he could finish speaking, Jason raised his hand and hit him on the neck.

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

At this time, Edward caught up.

"She is?"

Looking at the unconscious O'Connor, Edward was a little unsure.

"He's the man we're looking for."

Jason said.

In the field of vision of [Death Aura Perception], the opponent was contaminated with the same death energy as the internal organs and torso before.

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

Edward first nodded subconsciously, and then responded quickly.

"Wait, you mean him?"

Edward looked down at O'Connor, who was wearing a bright red dress with lace on the skirt, painted nails, lipstick, foundation, and carefully trimmed eyebrows, a little unbelievable.

"Well, he."

Jason nodded.

Edward checked immediately.

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's the murderer?"

Jason glanced at the back of Edward who was looking for the disinfectant, and said lightly.

"Everything is obvious."