Chapter 87 From Behind You...

"Don't eat me!"

"Don't eat me!"

"Don't eat me!"

Griffin's voice came from the bedroom, which instantly attracted the attention of Jason, Edward and Bency.

The three rushed directly into the bedroom.

I saw Griffin rolling around on the ground.

"Futon No. 2, what's wrong with you?"

Little Bansey called out the code name.

During the operation, the four of them discussed the code names, Jason was 'Mask', Edward was 'Cloak', Little Bansey was 'Futon No. 1', and Griffin was 'Futon No. 2'.

Griffin didn't hear Bency's words at all, just kept rolling and screaming.

"Jason, don't eat me!"

“Little Banxi is better!”

"Remember to wash it clean, he doesn't like bathing!"

During the roll, Griffin shouted.

Little Bency, who had already bent over to pick up Griffin, was stunned.

Immediately, he straightened up and kicked Griffin with his foot.

Bency thinks it's Griffin playing him.

But just after he kicked Griffin, Griffin twitched and foamed at the mouth.

Also, breathing is getting weaker.

"Captain! Your Excellency Jason!"

Little Bansy immediately became at a loss.

Edward pried open Griffin's mouth.

""

He rushed to the separate bathroom to find water.

He hoped to wake Griffin with cold water.

Jason raised his hand

Yi!

After a short voice,

Griffin stopped twitching, and then he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were a little confused.

After a few seconds, he regained his senses.

Immediately, Griffin threw the 'codebook' away, stood up, and hid behind Jason like a snake.

Although Griffin's face was blocked by the quilt, his exposed eyes were terrified.

"These guys?"

He said so.

"Um."

Edward nodded affirmatively, and then said naturally: "'Dogpaw' Brooke can't touch such people or objects, the only possibility is that he is the agent of the 'Ghost Squad'."

"What is 'dog's paw'?"

"But 'Dogpaw' has been killed by Your Excellency Jason."

Little Banxi was stunned for a while, then turned to look at Jason.

And Jason bent down and picked up the 'codebook'.

He lowered his head and sniffed.

"'Dogpaw' is not."

Jason said and walked out.

The three looked at each other.

They weren't sure how Jason knew.

It can't really smell it, can it?

There should be some clues, they didn't find it!

Well, it must be.

Ask Gilcher for a while.

The three made up their minds and quickly followed.

...

Sidling, is a legitimate businessman.

He was quite old, and he made his fortune in his early years. Then, with the capital he made in his youth, he owned three stores of his own on Black Pepper Street, two of which were rented out and one was operated by himself.

Although many people have asked him why he is lonely, the old businessman would shake his head every time and laugh without saying a word.

After a while, no one asked.

However, many people will come to patronize this shop that sells some handicrafts or portraits.

The whole store is arranged a bit like an art grocery store.

But it should be relatively neat.

At the very least, Sidling would wipe the floor clean.

Then, put some flower arrangements in the window.

This is the case all year round.

The colors of the flower arrangements are different, and the shapes are also different.

There is also a pot of flowers in the window today.

The neatly trimmed flowers are sometimes bright red, sometimes mysterious purple, and sometimes lovely and beautiful pink. When people see it, they can't help but notice the two.

Snake whip chrysanthemum, a kind of chrysanthemum, is far from the real chrysanthemum, but a bit like the tail of a rattlesnake.

This is also the origin of its name.

laugh.

Sidling took the watering can and sprayed again.

Under the nourishment of water, the snake whip chrysanthemum is more and more beautiful.

Sidlin turned around and started filling the fireplace with firewood. Although there was already heating in the room, Sidlin still habitually chose the fireplace in winter.

For this reason his house has kept a huge chimney.

Smoke billows.

You can see it from far away.

Most people ignore it.

But people with a heart don't.

Smoke itself is the most primitive signal.

After doing all this, Sidlin sat in the rocking chair, covered with a blanket, and picked up the half-read books.

The cover is in tatters, and the name is not discernible, but it is very old.

Just as Sidling was reading with gusto, the doorbell rang.

jingle.

Sidling looked up.

I saw two men with quilts and hoods break in.

The headgear was obviously carefully cut.

But still with a sense of stupidity.

Shouldn't the head cover be a light, breathable black cloth or stockings?

Did you choose this kind of futon head cover for... the winter?

However, the two looked familiar.

Sidlin, who couldn't recall for a while, spoke up.

"The money is in the locker."

"Everything in the store is random."

"If you want it, you can."

Sidling spoke calmly, and then handed the book in his hand to Griffin.

"You know, that's not what I want."

Griffin pretended to be cold.

"Then what do you want?"

"I'm a poor, widowed old man."

"This store is all my belongings."

Sidling said slowly.

"Do not!"

"You still have... life."

Griffin accentuated.

"Life?"

Sidling finally realized that something was wrong.

At the same time, he thought of the previous newspapers.

The person in front of him seems to be an accomplice in the assassination of Congressman David.

Then, he thought of something.

The seemingly old businessman immediately sat up straight.

"Fate is here, want?"

"It depends on your ability!"

"I……"

boom!

Sidling sneered and spoke, but before he could finish speaking, Edward, who had sneaked in from the backyard, smashed the butt of a gun on his neck.

Suddenly, the old businessman fainted.

Griffin and Pansy were stunned.

It's a little too easy, isn't it?

Both are ready for a fight.

"The mask, I got it."

Edward said in a clear voice.

And until this time, the nervous two found that Jason was not there.

Where did Jason go?

In White Pepper Street, a block away from Black Pepper Street, Walker looked at the thick smoke rising in the distance, picked up the binoculars and looked at Sidling's shop windows.

Although the distance is far, but here is a good angle.

Can clearly see the pot of snake whip chrysanthemum.

"alert!"

Silently reciting the words of snake whip chrysanthemum, Walker frowned.

He subconsciously turned around and used the radio to send the news.

But just as he was about to turn around

Gudong.

The sound of swallowing saliva rang in his ears.

Before he could react, a hockey mask flashed in the darkness.

Then, a thick arm poked out of the darkness, and a broad palm grabbed Walker's neck.

"Do not!"

The voice was squeezed out of the throat with difficulty, but as the palm tightened, the voice stopped abruptly.

All that was left was the horrified face that kept throwing hands and feet, and Walker disappeared into the shadows.