Chapter 9: Some familiar feeling ...

Edward looked at Jason with a serious face, and inexplicably raised a thin voice in his chest.
The man chuckled first.
"Yeah, just Jason."
"But Jason I know won't see me three times a day."
"And, it's all at a crime scene!"
Speaking of which, this man's voice was raised a few decibels.
Then, always wearing glasses and a scarf around, the gentle and gentle party shouted like a volcanic eruption
"Three times!"
"Three times in a row!"
"I didn't even see the door of the police station, so I came back again!"
"Do you know how to describe it according to the words of the ancient eastern country?"
"Why are you again?"
Huh, Huh.
Continuous loud words made Edward breathe heavily.
The female pastry chef looked at this pair of Edwards, but couldn't help but want to relax the atmosphere.
"Maybe this is ... fate? Wonderful?"
The female pastry chef said softly.
Suddenly, Edward's breath grew thicker.
Even, the eyes were black for a while.
Looking at Edward's appearance, even if the female pastry chef is unresponsive, she knows that she is wrong at this time. In order to express her apology, she immediately brought twice the mint water.
Put a cup in front of Edward.
Passed a cup to Jason.
"The fate of shit."
Edward took the mint water, drank it, and muttered in a low voice.
Then, this man seemed to be thinking about something, so he fell into silence.
Jason looked at the other party quietly while holding a glass of water.
Did not have any urging.
Jason has always been very patient.
After more than ten seconds, Edward spoke again.
"Sorry, I'm sick."
Said this.
Jason raised his glass and motioned to be okay.
Is really okay.
Jason will not care about the other party's gaffe.
In Jason's view, Edward just got out of control, partly because of emotions, partly to narrow the relationship between the two sides.
The successive deaths of his subordinates made the person in charge suddenly stressed, and naturally needed to vent their emotions.
And draw closer?
There is no doubt that the other party's situation is very bad.
Is worse than he thought.
Is it because of airborne?
Is still because the style of conduct is very different from that of Sandek's police.
Or both?
Jason doesn't know.
Jason only knew that the other party was giving him a good signal.
The other party needs an ally!
Now, are there any more suitable allies than him?
No!
, Jason did not object.
First arrived, he also needs an ally.
Of course, and Edward are limited to allies.
The kind of mutual benefit.
More?
Is gone.
After all, the other party is not someone like Bondi.
The other party may have some sense of justice, but absolutely cannot achieve the level of Bondi.
Not to mention Bondi's selflessness.
So, just a collaboration.
Therefore, Jason did not refuse Edward's invitation
"I think we need to talk."
"Find a quiet place."
"Yes, where to go?"
Jason answered, but looked at the female pastry chef.
In this case, Jason would not leave the female pastry chef alone.
Edward reacted instantly.
"Ms. Giselle can certainly come together."
"I know a good restaurant."
"It's lunch time."
"We can be together."
Edward said, Jason had stood up and walked out of the door.
"What are we waiting for?"
"Speed."
Jason urged.
Predators are always passionate about food.
Is like a woman going to rub it out.
Although the female pastry chef said it only took three minutes, when it got into Edward's car, it was already five minutes later.
Changed the unique clothing in the shop.
The female pastry chef once again put on the same lapel suit as Jason first saw.
The only difference is that the color is white.
Scarf is pink.
Shoes are similar.
Carries a single-shoulder shoulder bag. The size of the bag is very small, only the size of ordinary palms.
The female pastry chef was sitting beside Jason, watching Jason looking at her gaze, a bit shy.
However, in order to show a better side, he still maintained his manners and sat upright on the upper body.
"Gorgeous."
Jason said suddenly.
"what?"
The female pastry chef was surprised for a moment, and apparently did not reflect the meaning of Jason's words.
"It's too small to fit even half a roast chicken."
Jason pointed to the bag.
Can't even fit half a roast chicken?
The female pastry chef blinked. She didn't understand Jason's logic at all.
Shouldn't the bag be a match?
What does have to do with roast chicken?
How can girls' bags be used to hold things?
However, the female pastry chef waited patiently for Jason's next evaluation.
However, Jason has looked at Edward driving.
Suddenly, the female pastry chef was extremely lost.
Just saw the bag?
Did not see me?
The female pastry chef thought about it, and became more and more lost.
Jason didn't notice this at all, his mind was already on lunch.
"Is it far away?"
Asked Jason.
"Not far, about three blocks."
"Just in the second half of Grilled Sausage Street"
Edward answered.
"The second half of Baked Sausage Street?"
"Is that" Emmeda Restaurant "?"
The female pastry chef who was just a little lost suddenly said suddenly.
"Yes."
"Have you heard?"
Edward looked at the female pastry chef in surprise. He thought that the restaurant was only known to him. After all, it had only been open for more than a month.
"Of course I have heard."
"There is a rumor that there is a restaurant that brings‘ happiness'! "
"I made an appointment with Evelyn and was going to go at the end of the month."
The female pastry chef mentioned her sister, and her mood fell again.
"Bring‘ happiness'? "
Edward frowned.
He had never heard such rumors before.
Jason frowned the same.
He always felt that the scene before him was a bit familiar.
"There is no signature dish like" Looking up at the starry sky "there?"
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"The signature dishes there are‘ Heartache
and‘ Lovers ’Tears.’
"But these two dishes require a man and a woman to make an appointment at the same time."
"I'm alone, I just ate ordinary bones."
Edward answered.
"Can men and women be present at the same time?"
"" Feeling of heartache "," Tear of lover "?"
"Is this the origin of" happiness "?"
Jason joined together through the imagination that the name of the dish could not help.
He had begun to fantasize about the taste of those foods.
Therefore, when the car stopped, Jason got off immediately.
The female pastry chef naturally followed behind Jason.
Dressed as a homeless man and dressed appropriately, it naturally attracted people's attention. However, the people in the neighborhood just watched, but did not make a noise, let alone provoked.
People who can get off a car, even homeless people, are not ordinary people.
When most people can only own bicycles, cars are enough to represent identity.
And the people around are not fools.
Was a bit ashamed to be seen by the female pastry chef.
Jason didn't care at all, he just shook his nose.
Then ...
Frowned.