Turning his back on Jason to look for the hand sanitizer, Edward couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Would he even be asking if he knew?” However, Edward didn’t linger. Because everything would become clear when Giselle arrived. The touch just now had felt utterly disgusting to him. After washing his hands about ten times, Edward, smelling strongly of hand sanitizer, reemerged from the washroom just as little Bansey had already brought Giselle into the cafe. Though the journalists outside were kept at bay by a human wall, they still persisted in snapping away with their cameras. Edward paid no attention to these people as he walked directly toward the female pastry chef. The pastry chef stared at the red skirt with lace edges, then glanced at the carefully groomed face, and couldn’t help but frown. Each of these items was nice, especially the lipstick shade, which must be a new model she had only seen in magazines; it was very expensive. While cheap things may not be of good quality, expensive items aren’t necessarily better. Especially when it’s just a pile-up focusing on price, it completely ruins things. Bansey looked at the unconscious criminal and started to say something subconsciously, but Edward stopped him mid-sentence. Bansey looked at his team captain, puzzled. “Turns out bigger than yours.” He incredulously lowered his head to look at the unconscious criminal, and then, he noticed the Adam’s apple. Although it had been disguised, it was indeed there. But immediately after, Bansey thought of something. Edward hadn’t mentioned an Adam’s apple! Subconsciously, he looked at Edward, as if to confirm, and leaned in slightly to smell. As the strong scent of hand sanitizer entered his nose, Bansey subconsciously looked at Edward’s hands. Then, Bansey’s expression changed. After which, he subtly moved his feet, silently increasing the distance between himself and Edward. The female pastry chef, however, ignored all this and walked towards Jason. “Going for breakfast?” “In the true sense of the word.” The pastry chef asked. Jason nodded and stood up. The two walked out shoulder to shoulder. Seeing Jason come out, the reporters shouted excitedly: “Your Excellency Jason, can you tell us what happened?” “Is that woman the ‘Jack the Ripper of the Night’?” “How did you pinpoint these clues?” One question after another. Jason paused in his steps. “You can ask Edward.” After speaking, Jason pointed to Edward, who was escorting the prisoner out, then left with the pastry chef toward the side. There a police officer stood beside a car, waiting. As a special consultant, Jason was entitled to be carborne. However, just as Jason was about to open the door to get into the car, the unconscious Auchenberg suddenly woke up. He struggled several times but failed to break free from Bansey’s hold, then he shouted at Jason: Regrettably, Jason paid no attention to him and opened the car door directly. “Don’t you want to know why I did this?” “Don’t you want to know the secrets hidden within the human body?” Auchenberg raised his voice. Suddenly, the surrounding reporters were drawn to him. They aimed their cameras at Auchenberg.