Cold sweat spilled from Bansey’s forehead. He subconsciously reached for his gun. But his body was as heavy as if it were filled with lead, or frozen stiff in the cold wind, completely unable to move. And just at that moment— Edward, with a calm expression, fired three shots in rapid succession, shattering the rolling head, which could no longer move. The car door swung open, and Jason stepped out. His expression was just as calm, his demeanor indifferent. The recent gunshot had awakened the contemplative Hannibal. Jason gave Hannibal a slight shake of his head, and the latter immediately nodded in understanding, his expression quickly adjusting. By the time he reached Jason, he even spoke in the tone of a doctor: “What happened, Jason?” His eyes then glanced at the debris on the ground. Jason replied calmly. He made no superfluous movements and uttered no unnecessary words. In public spaces, it was better for him and Hannibal to maintain the relationship of ‘doctor and patient’ as people knew it. This facilitated Jason’s search for the ‘Ghost Squad’ even more. Naturally, Hannibal understood what Jason meant. He again reminded Jason about various matters to be cautious of. When Edward returned, Hannibal nodded politely and turned back to his dwelling. The recent gunshot had alarmed the entire street. Yet the only one who came out to check was Hannibal. “Maybe it’s because he’s a doctor.” “He came out because he saw me here,” “I’ve checked the files; his professional integrity is not in question.” “Many big shots are pleased to befriend him.” The two conversed as they walked back to their car. Edward looked at the coffee still warm inside the car, steaming, and curled his lip, trying his best to sit in the back corner. “Captain, everything’s normal back at headquarters.” “They haven’t found Cecil’s head this afternoon.” “It must be… hidden ahead of time.” Bansey carefully chose his words, starting the car while he spoke and heading toward Pea Corner Street where Watchdog Pastry House was located. “When we get back, file this case specially, in the special action team’s special filing cabinet,” replied Bansey promptly. However, Jason noticed some of the vocabulary in Edward’s words. “Special filing cabinet?” “Are ‘The Ripper Beneath the Night Sky’ and ‘The Hanged Man’s Echo’ also in there?” He wasn’t surprised by the existence of the ‘special filing cabinet.’ After all, it was only natural for certain special cases, which couldn’t be made public, to be kept in a special place. He just wanted to know more about the ‘food.’ Although he had learned some from Hannibal, Jason never underestimated the police’s investigative capabilities. Edward likely knew things that ordinary people didn’t. After confirming, Edward then explained: “For ‘The Ripper Beneath the Night Sky,’ we’ve locked on a few doctors and butchers. We’ve been monitoring them. I’m quite confident that our guy is among these few people.” “As soon as he strikes again, I’ll definitely catch him,” Edward said confidently. But then, Edward hesitated. “As for ‘The Hanged Man’s Echo’?” “I don’t have more information!” “Based on witness accounts from the scenes, we only know that the bastard likes to strike at night against parties of two or more in a vehicle. In all three incidents, the vehicles broke down, and when one or more got out to check, they were attacked and hanged outside, with the bodies suspended above the vehicle, so the deceased’s shoes could just graze the car’s roof, producing a gritty noise.” “Those who stayed in the car were safe, but were terrified out of their wits.” “I tried to inquire further, but there were no more clues,” Edward said, frowning deeply,