As Bansey chased after “Private” towards the outside, Edward saw Jason walking out of the cafeteria, his expression composed.
Edward found nothing strange about Jason’s ability to eat the breakfast of 30 people. On the battlefield, he had seen too many capable of the extraordinary; such was the nature of Jason, and it certainly didn’t surprise him.
Edward genuinely admired Jason’s ability to eat so much of Gillick’s cooking.
“You are truly remarkable,”
Edward said, giving Jason a thumbs-up.
“The food I choose for myself, I must finish. That’s my table etiquette,”
Jason said indifferently.
“Hm, I seem to have heard something similar somewhere…”
There was no hint of death on the people before him.
Meaning, they were not direct participants.
Someone had informed them!
Thinking this, Jason’s brow furrowed slightly.
And at that moment, after the reporters had finally finished photographing the scene, they began to take pictures of the people present.
Without doubt, Jason was the most conspicuous among them.
In the past two days, the reporters from Newdeth City had already come to recognize this retired soldier, now serving as a consultant to the police department’s special operations team.
From the earliest rescue operations to yesterday’s apartment murder and Cecil’s explosion case, Jason’s figure was already etched in the mind of every reporter.
Even to some extent, to gauge whether a reporter from Newdeth City was competent, one had to see if they recognized Jason from the last few days.
The flashbulbs flashed again.
When the camera pointed at him, Jason stood up straight, very cooperatively, and during the intermissions of the flashing lights, spoke indifferently, “When an avalanche occurs, not a single snowflake is innocent.”
Without giving a direct answer, Jason chose this ambiguous sentence.
Because he couldn’t be one hundred percent certain that someone had informed these reporters about what had happened here.
This statement, placed here, could be taken to mean that the reporters knew what had happened, or it could be interpreted as frustration at the reporters’ incessant defiance in taking photographs.
However, when he saw the surprise on the faces of the reporters after he had spoken, Jason felt sure of his answer.
Indeed, that was the case.
“Your Excellency Jason, did you know someone had sent us a letter?”
A reporter directly asked.
“Of course, it was quite obvious,”
“Truly, as would be expected of Your Excellency Jason,”
that reporter exclaimed admiringly, then another reporter could not help but interject:
“The person who sent the letter said that he had left some ‘small gifts’ we might be interested in, in the rubbish bins behind the police station. If no one discovered them, it was up to us to open them ourselves.”
“If someone found them, he wanted that person to know he had also prepared some additional ‘gifts’.”
“They would need to be found by that person.”
“If found, he would give a ‘reward’.”
“If not, he’d give a ‘punishment’.”
As the reporter spoke, he watched Edward approach and very cooperatively took out the letter.
The other reporters did the same.
They had come in pursuit of news, not to challenge the police.
If cooperation was needed, they would cooperate naturally.
Of course, they would take preliminary photocopies and photographs as necessary.
Upon receiving the letters, Edward scanned them and his face immediately turned grim.
The content of the letter was exactly as the reporter had described.
The signature was the same too: Jack the Ripper in the Night.
Edward cursed under his breath.
It wasn’t just because of the provocation, but also because the person in question had once again undoubtedly harmed innocent people.
More importantly, there were no clues whatsoever in the letter.
Edward checked them repeatedly but found nothing.
He then handed one of the letters to Jason.
He hoped Jason might have some clues, and the surrounding reporters also hoped Jason would make some discovery.
“Your Excellency Jason, do you have any clues about the additional ‘gifts’?”