He wished he could just shoot Edward dead with a single shot.
But he chose to follow Jason’s advice, to stall for time.
"Why would you do this?"
"Why reenact the scene of the second case of the "Cross Street Stalker"?"
If at first it could have been explained away as imitation, it had long since surpassed that scope.
Could the person who incited the entire city’s chaos be a mere imitator?
Or more precisely, the fact that Edward, who’d thrown Cherry City into disarray, was now recreating the second case of the "Cross Street Stalker" was in itself astounding.
Facing McCaul’s questioning, Edward didn’t make a move but looked him over seriously instead.
"How did you guess I would target Troys?"
Instead of answering, Edward countered with a question.
"Since you’ve researched us and carefully arranged all this, why don’t you guess why I knew?"
McCaul, remembering Jason’s instruction to stall for time, likewise countered with a question.
A trace of a smile appeared on Edward’s face.
With a light chuckle, he began.
"You? John? Brian? Jason?"
One name after another came from Edward’s mouth.
Jason was the last one.
And when he said this name, Edward couldn’t help shaking his head with a sigh.
"I didn’t expect it to be Jason."
"I may have underestimated him."
"I only saw him as an insignificant pawn, focusing on the three of you instead. Could it be Jason found me because Findelter inadvertently revealed something?" ℝΆΝô𝐁ĘṠ
"He is always like that; otherwise, I wouldn’t have needed so many covers before."
Edward spoke with a sigh.
At this moment, Edward was likely referring to the first three people who died in his ’disappearance case.’ McCaul had investigated these and was looking at Edward with even greater animosity.
But Edward still maintained his smile.
The next moment, McCaul stood sleeping like that, even his fall to the ground didn’t wake him.
At this time, Jason, John, and Brian almost simultaneously arrived.
Brian grabbed McCaul and vigorously slapped his cheeks, but no matter how hard Brian tried, McCaul just wouldn’t wake up.
"Without my permission, he will not wake up."
Edward swept his gaze with a smile over Brian, John, and the unconscious McCaul.
Then, his eyes fell on Jason.
Suddenly, the smile was gone.
Only dense malice and murderous intent remained.
Edward said with an extremely hateful tone, "You, the writer who didn’t take writing seriously, who lacked logic, whose story was full of plot holes yet was self-righteous and added unnecessary complications, truly deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
It wasn’t strange that the other party had read his books.
Could it be that his book was serialized, and he had interrupted the updates at some point?
He didn’t have the memory of that time.
He couldn’t remember clearly.
However, that didn’t prevent Jason from making deductions based on the situation at hand.
"So, you’re planning to correct the inconsistencies?"
"To make it perfect?"
Jason asked tentatively.
"My world must be… perfect!"
Edward nodded without hesitation, and then his figure began to grow, his muscles to expand.
More importantly, Edward’s face was morphing to look exactly like Jason’s.
Clad in a bursting suit, he took large strides towards Jason.
"I am the Protagonist!"