The Demon’s Menu

Griffin was stunned by Jason's words.

Can you still play like this?

In an instant, Griffin reacted.

"Yeah, the driver is a weird man with cotton. What does it have to do with Griffin?"

"I was injured in the foot, lying in the hospital."

Griffin laughed as he spoke.

Edward and Little Bensey also reacted.

"Yes!"

"Those attackers must be militants who are dissatisfied with the end of their nest. What does it have to do with us?"

"I'm going back now to try my best to solve this case!"

Edward said righteously.

"So ..."

"Don't stop here."

With that said, Griffin had a dozen steering wheels.

The car stopped.

Jason and Edward got off separately.

One walked towards the ‘watchdog pastry house’ on Pea Kok Street.

One threw the cloak in the car and walked towards the police station.

Seeing the two going away, Griffin shook his head and restarted the car.

"I hope this ends!"

"I don't want to be involved in any dangerous incidents anymore."

"I am a wounded!"

"Wounded person with injured foot!"

Griffin emphasized.

"Then you still drift?"

Xiaobanxi asked back.

"The head can be broken, the hairstyle can't be messed up."

"Foot hurts, drift can't stop."

Griffin answered seriously.

Then he turned around and asked Xiao Banxi.

"Is my posture just drifting handsome?"

"Is there a beauty at the scene screaming for me?"

"No."

Xiao Banxi shook his head, and then answered with the same serious tone: "There are men, they are indeed screaming for you, they are all crawling."

"Hey, hello, will you have no friends like this?"

"Do n’t forget that I got the‘ typewriter ’and the current car!”

Griffin raised his voice.

"Ok."

"Now I suspect that Griffin not only scams, but also hides arms and theft."

"When the matter is over, I will investigate further."

Xiao Banxi nodded and said meticulously.

Griffin was suddenly silent.

There is a sentence in his heart, I do not know what to say inappropriately.

And after watching Griffin silence, little Bensey quietly raised his mouth.

...

There was still confusion in front of the police station, which attracted the attention of most people. This made Edward easily avoid the sight of most people and returned to the police office with a cup of coffee.

Less than two minutes after he sat down, the door was knocked.

Boom, boom.

"Come in."

Edward said.

The voice fell, and a dark-faced middle-aged man pushed the door in.

The man wore a dark coffee-colored trench coat, black pants, and a sweater inside.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw fragments of cups on the ground and coffee at the table.

"Team Edward, where have you been?"

After the other person walked in, he asked directly.

"Are you interrogating me, Sergeant Clive?"

"and also……"

"Please call me Deputy Director Edward."

Edward took a sip of his coffee before answering unhurriedly.

The black-faced man was stagnant.

After a few seconds, he continued.

"Secretary Cecil asked me to ask you."

"Oh?"

"Cecile?"

"Why didn't he come in person?"

"Are you worried that I would shoot him down in anger?"

Edward sneered.

"you?!"

The black police in front of him froze, his mouth wide open, never thinking that Edward would say that.

"Get back."

"Don't let me grab your evidence."

"Otherwise I personally put you on the electric chair."

Edward scolded.

Clive was stunned for a while, and then it was this stunned time, and the hot cup of coffee splashed on his face.

"what!"

The sergeant screamed, and then the whole person was kicked out by Edward.

People in the corridor were startled.

Clive, who was looking at the ground, had no idea what to do.

"I want to thank the attackers."

"Although I will investigate who they are."

"But I don't need someone like you."

Edward's growling voice echoed in the corridor.

Such a voice naturally came to Cecil's ear.

Feeling Edward's angry, full-hearted cries, this enthralled Cecil could not help frowning.

"Really not him?"

"Is it really those militants?"

"But are those militants not the members of Congressman David?"

"Don't ..."

Suddenly, Cecil thought of something.

David is a member of parliament and a strong candidate for the Mayor of New Germany.

but,

Not the only one.

Several others are contenders for this congressman.

Could it be those who took advantage of this opportunity ...

Thinking of this, cold sweat instantly appeared on this forehead.

He stood up immediately, picked up his coat and walked out.

While walking, he said to the office secretary:

"I'm a little uncomfortable. I have a short break. The previous case and the case that just happened ... was handed over to Edward! Yes, it was Deputy Edward.

"He is in charge of the affairs of the police station recently!"

Cecil paused and decided on the candidate.

What other virtue the other guys, Cecil is clear.

Let those people ‘fish for money’, one is better than the other.

But maintaining order and solving cases?

Apart from Edward, he could not think of anyone else.

For a long time, he did not have any favors with Edward who was not a camp with himself.

But at this moment, the heart of his heart actually raised a sense of happiness.

Fortunately, there is Edward!

With such luck, Cecil left the police station.

However, he did not go home.

Instead, he drove into Sausage Street.

Since he is uncomfortable, he naturally needs to see a doctor.

Dr. Hannibal of Sausage Street is well-known and is naturally the first choice.

...

Jason returned to the ‘watchdog pastry shop’ from the window.

The ice hockey mask, wide-blade short-handed chopper continued to hide.

The **** homeless clothes, and Jason took it away after changing the furniture.

And after doing all this, Jason smelled a light pastry fragrance.

The female pastry chef is obviously preparing pastries for sale.

Cream, chocolate, banana, strawberry.

The sweet taste instantly diluted the **** smell in his nose.

"What will you eat at noon?"

Jason guessed.

And just downstairs ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The female pastry chef returned to the shop with a bag and walked to the oven. She threw the **** homeless clothing into the stove calmly.

Not an oven.

It is a stove for making sugar and making some scraps.

In the firewood, the clothes were burning.

The female pastry chef used the fire hook to stir the clothes a few times and let them burn fully before putting the kettle on the stove.

Then the female pastry chef looked at the second floor.

There was a burning, intoxicating feeling in her eyes.

However, after a while, it was a **** of shaking.

The female pastry chef seems to be awake in general.

She exclaimed.

"Ah, I forgot to whipped cream!"