A faint, 'food' taste.

It's tempting.

The corners of Jason's mouth couldn't help but turn up.

He had just finished afternoon tea, and he definitely didn't mind starting a formal dinner right away.

The old butler, who had already crossed Jason, did not see the upturned corners of Jason's mouth, and he did his duty.

The old butler walked quickly to the silver-white elongated car, raised his hand and knocked on the window.

Bells, bells.

"Sir, Mr. Jason is here."

After the knocking sound fell, the old butler continued.

"Hmm."

In response, the door opened.

The old butler immediately opened the car door, turned around and raised his hand to make a gesture to Jason.

"Please."

Jason nodded and got straight into the car.

Just like the elongation seen on the outside, the interior of this car is quite spacious, and even with Jason's height and strong body, he can easily turn around and sit down under the premise of bending over.

Of course, it's more about luxury.

Leather seats, panoramic sunroofs, hardwood floors underfoot, and an aisle next to the seats where rows of drinks are placed.

It's not at all like the interior of a car, but a small room.

"What do you need to drink?"

The owner of the car asked.

"Water."

Jason replied, and began to look at the extraordinary figure in front of him, Elmod.

Almod has a square face, his face is not handsome, but he has a considerable momentum, his hair and beard are bushy, neatly combed, and the other party sitting there is wearing a white suit, and the unbuttoned suit is a black shirt, and the upturned legs show the other party's black leather shoes.

Of course, the most important thing is a faint smell of 'food'.

Not long ago, the other party came into contact with a certain type of 'food'!

What could it be?

Jason guessed, his gaze meeting the other's eyes.

Jason cares a lot about the other party's eyes.

Because, these seemingly smiling eyes were hiding a trace of malice just now.

It's malicious, not vigilant.

Even if it's fleeting, but Jason can be sure of it.

It was because of the affirmation that Jason was a little curious.

He can be sure that the two sides are meeting for the first time.

Could it be...... Did I know him before?

Jason thought to himself.

He had no memories of his past, which made him feel constrained again.

"Hello, Mr. Elmod, have we met?"

After receiving the bottled water handed over by the other party, Jason asked casually.

"Nope."

"It's the first time we've met."

Amod shook his head, smiling as he replied.

No?

Where does that malice come from?

Jason was puzzled, but Amode's words didn't stop.

"Still, I've read your book, Cross Street Stalkers."

"Hmm...... It's true. ”

Amod pondered for a moment, then commented.

Faced with such an evaluation, Jason didn't know how to answer at all.

He has also read books written by 'himself'.

There is a wonderful side, but there are also many mistakes and omissions, if you are talking about it from an objective point of view, Jason can admit that this book is reluctantly classified as a fantasy book, which is really reluctant.

But when he wrote this book?

Everything gets subtle.

There is both a hint of embarrassment and a hint of helplessness.

The next second, Jason said with a smile.

"Thank you"

A celebrity once said that when you don't know how to answer, just smile.

"No, no, no."

"I'm not a fallacy."

"I mean it from the bottom of my heart."

Almond waved his hand, as if to speak sincerely, but, immediately, the extraordinary man sat up straight, leaning forward like a leopard about to prey.

"But that doesn't mean I'm used to being one of them!"

"That guy, that copycat asked me to come here to you and commission an investigation into my wife's affair."

"It's ridiculous!"

"He picked the wrong target."

Elmod said coldly.

At this moment, the smile on the other party's face had completely converged, and only a cold piece remained.

The slightest murderous aura was involuntarily revealed.

Jason wasn't surprised.

It's hard to guess what a big man like Emmod has done for his current position.

However, there is one thing that Jason is quite sure of.

A big man like Aimud would really follow the arrangement of that 'killer' to meet him, and he must have been caught by that 'killer'.

Otherwise, the other party will not pay attention to the 'killer' at all.

Of course, he was also included.

After a simple politeness, Amod has revealed his true temperament hidden beneath the politeness.

That's a kind of contempt for ordinary people.

Jason's silent reflection clearly made Emmoud misunderstand something.

"I know you have nothing to do with him, and you're a victim too."

"You're a pretty lucky guy, though."

"He's messed with me, so I'll take care of him."

"And you?"

"Stay here, don't do anything, just stay here, understand?"

Elmod stared at Jason and said word by word.

There is no doubt in the words.

"No problem."

Jason shrugged.

Of course, this is only a superficial promise.

Secretly, Jason had a plan.

If he doesn't mind honestly 'watching' before he gets to know the ins and outs of the whole thing, this 'bystander' has already changed when the 'food' appears.

It became, joined!

It became, hunting!

He's hungry.

Instead of seeing this, Almode saw Jason as he had met before.

It's all like that...... Well, humble.

It's humbling.

Evaluating this writer who didn't look like a writer at all, Elmod became more and more disdainful.

Even, he didn't even want to pretend, so he said simply.

"Good, you're a smart guy."

"Smart people live long."

"Go back now."

"Go back to your apartment and stay there until that guy hangs himself."

With that, Aimold waved his hand and motioned for Jason to leave.

Jason pushed the door and got out of the car, and the old butler stood next to the car, and after closing the door, he looked at Jason with a smile.

"Mr. Elmod is a little angry, so if anything happens, I beg your pardon."

The old butler said as he handed Jason a thick envelope.

Jason didn't refuse.

The afternoon tea just now has left 101 yuan in his deposit, one of which is still a coin, and this in itself is a good compensation.

Taking the envelope, Jason walked briskly towards the 3A apartment.

"You borrowed the power of the big man to break through the blockade of that sheriff Davide, so how are you going to deal with the big man's revenge in the future?"

"Or ......"

"How do you arrange for 'him' to help me?"

Jason may not forget that in the book, the reason why the 'protagonist' became famous is inseparable from the second client.

It is precisely because the 'protagonist' has completed the commission excellently that the second client introduced more people to the 'protagonist', so that the protagonist has stepped into the trap step by step when he gets paid and famous.

But that's in the book.

Over here?

Elmod isn't that easy to manipulate.

Jason could have imagined how Elmod would resist.

Jason thought, his eyes involuntarily looking at his door.

313。

As he walked up the stairs, he could clearly hear the sound of breathing coming from inside.

Very faint.

Not the faintness of dying life, but a kind of concealment.

"It's ......"

"Elmod's people?"

Jason guessed.

It was not surprising that Aimad had sent someone.

At first glance, the other party is a big man who has a strong desire to control and completely ignores others, so it is not a big deal for such a person to send someone to firmly control his 'accident'.

Thinking to himself, Jason opened the door as usual.

Then he saw a man standing near the threshold leading to the bedroom--study.

It was a middle-aged man with messy hair and a beard that hadn't been repaired for days, wearing black long sleeves and slacks, shoes and boots, with a hint of apology in his eyes and a face full of anxiety.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything."

"I beg your pardon for taking the liberty of visiting."

"I didn't think I would have a better meeting."

The other party said, with a wry smile on his face.

"We know each other?"

Jason asked, glancing at the other.

He could confirm that the other man had a weapon on him, and that there was more than one.

Coupled with the performance of the other party just now, there is no doubt that this is a pretty strong person.

"Not before."

"Still, we do it by letter."

The other party explained.

"Letter?"

"Yes, I'm Brian."

"Do you have any impressions?"

The other party asked.

"Brian? The Brian who made me listen? ”

Jason instantly thought of the sender of the second letter, and the other party was Blann.

"That's right, that Brian is me."

"I was amused when I first saw your message on the bulletin board, and it just so happened that I had something I couldn't tell to ordinary people, so I needed a listener."

Brian said, another wry smile on his face.

"What about you?"

Jason gestured to the other party standing behind the threshold, hiding his appearance.

"My daughter was kidnapped."

"I came after a clue."

The bitterness on Brian's face quickly subsided, leaving only a piece of coldness.

It was the coldness of a sword about to be unsheathed.

Sharp, piercing.

Kidnap?

Jason was stunned for a moment, and then reacted quickly.

"Won't it be?"

Jason raised his hand and pointed out the door, his fingers rushing down.

"Well, that's him."

Brian affirmed.

"Elmod kidnapped your daughter?"

Jason frowned.

It's not that Jason doesn't believe that Elmode kidnapped Brian's daughter, but Jason doesn't think Elmode will be so stupid.

Almod's status is extraordinary, and if he wants to do something, he doesn't need to do it himself.

Or rather, it is simply impossible to leave a handle.

"Believe me, as a father of a daughter, I won't joke about my daughter's safety, let alone lie about it."

Brian emphasized, then, lifting his hand, pulled out a backpack that was in the bedroom--study.

The whole process is very careful and slow.

Brian didn't want to cause any misunderstanding.

Because, just as he raised his hand, he could feel a strong palpitation.

That's the feeling you can only feel when you're in the face of a powerful crisis.

He doesn't perceive wrong.

I believe in this feeling even more.

So, he carefully picked up the backpack and handed it to Jason.

At the same time, the gaze at Jason became strange.

Before he came, he checked Jason's file.

is just an ordinary person, except for being tall, strong, and able to write books, there is nothing worth caring about.

But Jason in front of him made Brian suspect that the file was fake.

He can retire, so why can't Jason 'retire'?

Subconsciously, Brian thought of the description of the scene in "Crossstreet Stalker", which seemed to be a real scene.

Serial killer?

Brian thought, wariness in his eyes.

He needs Jason's help to get closer to that Almod and rescue his daughter in a faster and safer way, but that doesn't mean he's going to work with a serial killer.

It wasn't possible before.

The future is impossible.

Right now?

More unlikely.

Looking at Jason, who had already opened his backpack, Brian already regretted his impatience a little.

Sure enough, it's been too long since I've been retired.

Brian sighed inwardly.

He would never say that because of his daughter, he became impatient.

He owes her.

He only wants to make amends now.

Jason noticed Brian's vigilance, but he didn't stop, he was looking through the photos and descriptions in his backpack.

Through these photos and descriptions, Jason's mind quickly formed a gang led by 'Elmod'.

It's a gang hidden in the underground of 'Cherry City'.

The power is quite large, not only traffickers. DU, but also sells. Sell.. Person.. Mouth.

They pick 'good' goods and organise a number of auctions on a regular basis.

Quite a few big names will be present in these auction rooms.

Jason looked at the photo in his hand, and he looked at the smiling face of Alter next to some people.

It's no longer that contempt, but a genuine smile.

And with a little ...... Please?

That's right!

It's just to please!

Elmod is currying favor with those people with these 'good' goods.

"That's your 'shortcut' to becoming a big shot?"

Jason muttered softly.

Then, he turned to look at Brian.

"Are you sure it's true?"

Jason asked.

"Of course."

"Although I am retired, my channel is not retired."

Brian said with certainty, and then, the father hesitated slightly, but finally said, "I had hoped to use your relationship with Elmod to infiltrate his 'factory' and rescue my daughter, but ......"

"But worried I'm a serial killer?"

"Worried that my presence will make your daughter more dangerous?"

Jason interrupted.

Brian looked at Jason in surprise.

It seemed strange why Jason would know what he had just thought.

"Because, the gaze you just looked at me was like looking at a pervert."

"Borrow it."

After Jason finished explaining, he motioned for Brian to give way.

Brian immediately took two steps back and watched Jason walk towards the bookshelf, and then, from behind the bookshelf, took out an ice hockey mask and slowly put it on.

Then, Jason pulled out a broad-bladed short-handled machete.

Jason, who was holding a machete and wearing an ice hockey mask, looked at Brian with both eyes, and said very seriously-

"The depictions in the book are just simple depictions, and I'm not a psychopathic killer."