Jason is Chinese New Year's Eve, and his tall stature stands out among the generally medium-sized Rhodocs. His hair was a little curly, and his golden hair color made him look like a Swadia, a trait that made him suffer a lot as a teenager. He has an ordinary appearance, and a high hooked nose on his knife-like lips, which makes him look like a Wikibian. So when he was young, not only were children of his age prejudiced against him, but even his father once doubted whether his wife was really loyal to him.

But fortunately, this is all in the past, and as time goes by, his appearance becomes more and more similar to his father's, which finally dispells his father's doubts. However, the estrangement caused by years of suspicion and distrust between father and son is irreparable. After Jason turned eighteen, he managed to make up enough money to go to Djerkhara University, and left his hometown alone, never to be seen again.

Perhaps others would sympathize with his life before the age of eighteen, but in fact, Jason felt that he did not feel sorry for his poor family situation at all, on the contrary, he considered himself very lucky. In his opinion, for whatever reason, the decision he made at the age of eighteen had proved to be the right one for him. He's got a lot of accomplishments, and that's enough.

The carriage shook violently, interrupting his recollection. He pulled out the silver-plated flask in his arms, unscrewed the lid vigorously, and poured a large sip of wine into his mouth. A burning sensation welled up in his throat, and the Wiki soju was as crisp and intense as their weather.

After graduating from the university in Djerkhara, Jason came to Pavron to work as a sheriff, and his addiction to alcohol developed at that time. Many people may think that being a township sheriff is very easy and enjoyable, but only Jason himself knows how he is walking on thin ice in the face of pressure and inner torment from all sides.

Jason reached out and rubbed his temples, soothing his already tense nervous system. He leaned back on the back of the carriage with some weariness and began to recall the family forces behind the notorious little hooligans.

Most of these little hooligans were the children of wealthy local merchants in Pavron, and it was not worth his anxiety, and only one of them was the family of the gangsters who was the most attractive to Jason.

Jack. Diama, behind this name stands the most important Minister of Foreign Trade in the whole of Djerkhara - Mark. Diama, and Jason is going to visit this executive who has been re-elected by Count Atlas.

Jason let out a long sigh of anguish, his years of experience had taught him what kind of scolding he was about to face, but it didn't matter, as long as he could be in this Mark. Master Diama's patience was exhausted before he found the murderer, and his position could still be preserved after all.

When the carriage pulled up to the door of the Diama family's mansion, the sky was still dark. Jason yawned quietly, made a sad look, and slowly stepped out of the carriage. He didn't look at the groom's flattering smile, threw him a few septins, and then walked into the mansion shrouded in sorrow amid the groom's auspicious words and the lofty gaze of the Dyama family porter.

Jason didn't wait long at the porter when a maid from the Diama family led him towards the hallroom of the mansion. Jason stared unconsciously at the round buttocks of the beautiful young maid, followed her through a series of rooms, and finally came to the palatial parlor of the Diama family. They were constantly trotted by, and these young servants ran back and forth, ready to welcome the true owner of the mansion.

Jason sat down on a wooden chair in the hall with some restraint as the maid asked, quietly looking at the busy servants around him. Jason found that these young people, both male and female, were very handsome. Jason couldn't help but smile when he saw this, he knew very well that these people were smart guys, and he had even done this before. However, he also knew very well that the vast majority of these people would either work here in obscurity for the rest of their lives, or they would recognize the reality early and roll up their lines and go back to their hometown.

After waiting for half an hour, Baron Mark, the de facto helmsman of the Diama family and the treasurer of Djerkhara, finally arrived. In fact, Jason himself didn't care much about this, according to him, it was strange for a big man like Mark to arrive on time, not to mention that the living room here was so magnificent and comfortable.

Jason watched Mark appear in front of him with a blushing face, and before he could salute, Mark threw his fat body in front of Jason. Jason watched in horror as Mark raised his fist in the air, enduring the saliva that came out of his mouth as he squirted in his face with a louder roar.

"So, you're the sheriff of that damn place in Pavron! I think you need to give me an explanation as to why my nephew was brutally murdered there! My poor nephew, he was only nineteen years old, and I almost grew up watching him! He was so kind and sensible that I could almost hear him running up to me respectfully calling me Uncle Mark and then thoughtfully massaging me. I don't understand what kind of demon would do such a heinous thing to such a good boy! You'd better give me an explanation, Mr. Sheriff, or I'm really not sure what I'm going to do! Answer me, answer me! ”

Jason looked at the angry Mark with some timidity, and said, "My most respected lord, I am very sorry for what happened to your nephew, and I am also very sorry for my dereliction of duty. I am the sheriff of Pavron, and I am responsible for the personal safety of all the lawful citizens living there, but ......"

"Enough! I'm not going to hear this! If you're telling me this, I'm sure you won't be able to eat and walk around, believe it or not! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lord! I say, I say both! It's the Wood family who falsely accused your nephew of trying to rape their daughter and broke their youngest son's leg. But Mr. Steward, knowing that your nephew is a law-abiding citizen, has not paid any attention to their unreasonable slander. But the Wood family held a grudge, I didn't expect them to be so bad that they would still be gangsters! They are the ones who single-handedly planned the murder of your nephew, and they are the murderers! ”

Mark touched his chin, he still knew what kind of virtue his nephew was, but after all, it was his own child, and no matter what was right or wrong, the Wood family had to pay for it.

He looked up with contempt at the sheriff, who had almost bent his waist to the ground, and suddenly had no desire to punish him. He waved his hand and said coldly: "Okay, since you already know who the murderer is, then please hurry up and bring the murderer to justice, I don't want to live in the same world as this group of people who should go to hell before dark." Remember, Mr. Sheriff, this is your last chance, and you must not let me down! ”

Jason looked at his cold eyes, shivered involuntarily, and hurriedly agreed.

When he walked out of the door of Diama's house, Jason lowered his head a little gloomily, and he silently thought: "Brother Wood, you caused a lot of trouble yourself, and I don't want to do this, don't blame me if you go down!" ”