What to find in the basement of a gang-boss stained with color?

Firearms? Gold? Banknotes?

These are all normal.

Even, the appearance of a pile of corpses, Jason is acceptable.

Even if these corpses are mutilated, it is fine.

These things that appeared didn't make Jason stunned at all.

What really stunned Jason was that what was in front of him was too unexpected.

A battered bicycle, not only without a seat, but also without a rear wheel, was just hanging out of thin air and placed in a glass case.

A grandfather clock, the pendulum has long since stopped, the hour, minute and second hands are all gone, and only a white dial with a colorful yellow tinge remains, clearly old.

This grandfather clock is also in a glass case.

Jason turned his head to the side.

He saw it...... A crowbar?

Jason confirmed for a few seconds that it was indeed a crowbar.

It was all black, and it was placed inside a red velvet, and a glass case was the same as before.

And the entire huge second basement floor has these three things.

Judging from the solemn arrangement, it is definitely not a suspicious array.

It's that Amod really values these things.

Again, this isn't some special collecting fetish.

Because, on that crowbar, there is a smell of 'food'.

Items with the smell of 'food' are naturally extraordinary.

But there was only one 'crowbar', and the rest of the bikes and clocks did not.

"I can't accurately distinguish it, but I can only confirm it roughly?"

"Moreover, it is no longer a 'weapon', but more ...... Lifestyle? ”

Jason thought about the difference between the 'food' in front of him and the 'food' in the past, and couldn't help but remind himself that he needed to pay attention.

Obviously, the world in front of us has a different 'food system'.

The thoughts in his heart did not hinder Jason's actions, and as soon as he raised his hand, he smashed the glass cabinet containing the 'crowbar'.

Drip, drip!

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded.

However, Jason didn't care.

That phone call had already let Amod know that it didn't matter if the alarm went off or not.

Lifting the corner of the puck mask, Jason stuck out his tongue and licked the crowbar.

Sweet with a hint of rice.

Not...... It's a bit like the taste of Old Mickey!

Jason's eyes lit up, he took the 'crowbar' in his mouth slightly, and then bit hard.

Crunch!

With the crunch of metal, the corner of the 'crowbar' was bitten off by Jason.

Crunchy!

In the crisp chewing sound, the sweet, rice flavor spreads directly on Jason's taste buds.

Jason can now be sure, it's Old Man.

He used to eat it a lot, and he won't forget the taste.

Then, he pulled out the ketchup packet that Bob, the owner, had given him when he bought hot dogs at a fast-food stall in the afternoon.

Holding the ketchup bag in one hand, he opened his mouth to bite the corner of the ketchup packet, and with a slight force, the ketchup packet was torn open, and Jason squeezed the ketchup packet on the 'crowbar'.

At this time, Jason could clearly see that the corner that he bit off had a very complex and regular pattern exposed.

Obviously, this 'crowbar' is not simple, and it has an extraordinary effect.

But Jason took it for granted.

How can an object that can be 'food' be simple?

The knives, swords, steel bars, TV towers and the like that he ate were all special beings.

The same should be true of the 'crowbar'.

Pity...... I don't know how to cook a crowbar.

I can only dip the sauce!

Jason thought silently, and squeezed the tomatoes in several ketchup packets into the entire 'crowbar'.

Then, his mouth opened and his throat bulged.

Immediately, the whole 'crowbar' was stuffed into his mouth.

Crunchy.

Jason's eyes narrowed as he chewed crisply.

Eating is always so pleasant.

Especially when eating is accompanied by satiety –

[Swallow the Sacred Sword of Food Reason (Inferior Imitation)! 】

[Moderate recovery of physical strength, energy, and injuries!] 】

[Satiety +8!] 】

[Satiety: 152]

……

One was not very satiety for Jason at the moment, but it didn't diminish Jason's joy in the slightest.

Because, it's a complete windfall.

Putting his mask back on, Jason strode out the door.

And the next moment he pushed the door out, three fused grenades were thrown in.

This is Jason's previous trophy.

It is used at this time, naturally, in order to eliminate the traces that he may have left behind.

It's not just the second basement floor.

Several other important locations, especially the two monitoring rooms, were taken care of by Jason.

Boom, boom!

The explosions of grenades rang out one after another.

When Jason walked out of the mansion, the entire mansion was almost in ruins.

That's not the end of it, though.

Outside the door, Brian stood with a bazooka on his shoulder.

Seeing Jason come out, he pulled the trigger on the mansion.

Sou!

Rumble!

The rockets plunged headlong into it, followed by the roar of explosions.

The whole mansion just flew into the sky.

Then, Brian pulled out two grotesque grenades from the car and threw them towards the ruined mansion.

Molotov cocktails!

Jason instantly recognized the true identities of the two grenades.

Rumble!

Flames rise into the sky!

The firelight lit up the surroundings!

However, apart from the burning of flames, there was not the slightest sound around.

The surrounding rich people were all huddled in the basement of their homes, their bodyguards holding weapons and nervously guarding the door, and no one dared to come out to find out what was going on.

"Get in the car."

Brian looked at the fire and gestured to Jason.

Jason shook his head in decline.

Then, without waiting for Brian to speak again, he walked straight to the side of the darkness.

He didn't mind acting with Brian, and that was to show his appreciation.

But that doesn't mean he's going to leave with Brian.

The goal is too big!

Far less than he was alone.

What's more, he is a writer, and now he has to hurry back to writing.

As for what's happening here?

That's the 'Masked Man' doing, what's the matter with him Jason?

Watching Jason disappear quickly in the dark, Brian didn't stop any longer, he pulled the car door and boarded the car, and directly stepped on the accelerator.

"Daddy, who's that?"

After the car started, Kemi couldn't hold back any longer and asked directly.

"Sort of my friend."

Brian said after a deep sigh.

"Then Dad, you're ...... What for? ”

Kemi asked.

Brian was silent.

He didn't want to lie to his daughter, but he also didn't want his daughter to know what she had done.

Silence became the last option.

Kemi was faced with such silence, and the clever girl did not ask any more questions, but changed the subject.

"Where are we going now?"

"Are you going to Mommy?"

"Nope."

"Your mom isn't safe there, either."

"You need a safe place."

Brian shook his head.

He knew very well what kind of person Elmod was, such a guy would not let go of the girls who escaped from him, and he would definitely take revenge and find out who destroyed his lair.

So, he needs to be strong.

Before Elmod can act, he has to preemptively kill Elmod.

However, this obviously can't be carried with Kemi.

He can only act alone.

Luckily, he knew a very safe place.

……

Jason returned to Room 13 on the 3rd floor of Apartment 3A.

The whole process was as silent as when he left.

After putting away the mask and machete, and rinsing it again, Jason sat in the study in big pants, slippers, and pajama jacket.

Although he knew that his writing was not good, but in the face of the [main quest], he had to bite the bullet and write.

At the beginning of the paper, he quickly wrote the 'first chapter'.

Then he remembered if there should be a 'preface' at the beginning of the book.

And so—

Sting!

The first page was torn off, crumpled and tossed aside.

On the second page, Jason carefully wrote a 'preface'.

Then......

1 second.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

……

Two minutes later, Jason still couldn't write a word.

He didn't know what to write.

I don't even know how to write.

However, he is not a person who gives up outright.

So I held on for another minute.

He stood up silently, pulled the chair aside slightly, and then, grabbing the manuscript paper on the table, began to tear frantically.

"Can't write it!"

"Can't write it!"

"I really can't write it!"

Jason roared as he tore.

Then, he picked up the pen and stared at it viciously.

"And you!"

"You're a full-fledged fountain pen, why can't you write yourself?"

"Why?"

"Why do you say?"

The pen, of course, will not answer.

Only Jason's roar echoed through the room.

Naturally, such a sound pierced through the wall and landed on the ears of the police officers watching next door.

"Shall we go and see?"

"I feel like something happened to that writer?"

A young detective asked.

"It's okay."

"Writers."

"They're all schizophrenic, they're all crazy."

An elderly police detective is rich in business, and said unhurriedly with coffee.

The young detective looked puzzled.

"You think, the writer is writing a book, he is conceiving a book, he has put his body and mind into that book, and that book is a new world!"

"But what about reality? He will still return to reality, he needs to receive people and things in reality, and he needs to eat, drink and sleep. ”

"Once, twice, three times, the two worlds are intertwined back and forth, back and forth."

"Normal people would go crazy."

"Not to mention writers, who stay up late every day, have irregular schedules and diets, and are even more prone to collapse."

The elderly detective explained.

"Writers are really pitiful."

The young detective couldn't help but sigh.

"yes."

"Years of occupational diseases, as well as all kinds of incomprehension, have put writers under unimaginable pressure."

The elderly detective nodded.

"Don't understand?"

The young detective was puzzled again.

The elderly detective didn't answer immediately, but sighed slightly before he spoke.

"A writer is a human being who devotes almost all his energy to codewords, and they are different from ordinary people, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, with no vacation or leisure."

"If you've ever had a writer friend, you've been through this—"

"Can you come out and play? Sorry, I want codewords. ”

"Come, dinner! Sorry, I want codewords. ”

"Let's go on a date and go to the movies! Sorry, I want codewords. ”

"It's a holiday today! Sorry, I want codewords. ”

"Once or twice, three times at most, the writer basically has no friends."

"They will think that the writer is unsociable and cold."

In fact, they don't know how much the writer wants to go out, how much he wants to go out to dinner, how much he wants to date, but ...... Can't do it, they want code words. ”

As he spoke, the elderly policeman sighed again.

Then, without waiting for the young detective to ask again, the older detective continued.

"But even so, there is still a large group of people fighting them."

"Those who watch pirated copies, don't spend a penny, and the shameless ones will give them all kinds of messages, saying that such books are not worth reading, saying that I am poor, college students, and look down on genuine copies, and I look weak and I am reasonable."

"But what if you really don't have any money?"

The young detective asked.

"No money?"

"It's just that they think that this kind of money needs to be saved, and it needs to be spent in more useful places, such as: nightclubs, clubbing, flirting with girls, at that time, they were all strong, spending money to read ten or hundred books, and they didn't frown."

"But once you come back and read the book?"

"They are poor again, I am reasonable, I am weak, I am reasonable."

"It's really hehe."

The elderly detective sneered.

"It's really excessive!"

"Don't they want to think about it, all of them go to see piracy, what does the author rely on for food?"

The young detective asked angrily

"What do you eat?"

"Shouldn't the author go to work?"

"Writing a book can be regarded as a dedication, it can be a power generation for love, and then it would be nice to go to work to support yourself."

The older detective said in a mimicking of some people's voices.

The young detective was dumbfounded.

"This, this ......"

"Do you think it's fake?"

"This is what a writer friend told me, and there was a pirated person who told him that."

"Moreover, the man is still laughing at the readers who read the genuine version, thinking that these people are fools and idiots."

The older detective relayed the story of a writer friend.

"This is a black sheep!"

The young detective said in a deep voice.

"Not enough! Inadequate! ”

"How is that enough?"

"There are also some people who watch piracy deliberately leave mean words in the comments of some new writers, because they know very well that no one pays attention to such new writers, and every comment will be extremely cherished, even if such comments are bitter and mean, they will not delete them, they enjoy such treatment, but they don't know that doing so may really kill a writer."

The older detective sighed again.

"Writers and writers are really pitiful."

The young detective couldn't help but say.

"Sometimes they are really pitiful, but sometimes they are really happy."

"Because, they have a real audience of readers who support them."

"You never imagined how happy a writer would be when he got the support of real readers, it was a kind of resonance of acquaintance, a kind of encouragement from the soul, and a bond that people will never forget."

The older detective's tone couldn't help but be excited.

"A real reader?"

"Understood."

"I will definitely support the genuine version!"

The young detective nodded vigorously.

The older detective smiled, and was about to say something when footsteps came from the hallway.

He immediately made a gesture to his assistant and climbed on the cat's eye to look.

Knock, knock!

The next moment there was a knock on the door, Jason opened the door.

He had already heard footsteps.

Looking at Brian and Kemi outside the door, Jason frowned, he didn't want to have anything to do with the father and daughter for the time being, but in the end he turned sideways and let the two enter the room.

He could hear the watchman next to him watching with bated breath.

After closing the door, Jason pointed to Brian next door.

Right away, Brian understood.

"I'm sorry."

"I can't think of a better person for the time being."

"I can only leave Kemi with you."

Brian lowered his voice and said to Jason.

"You're going to make a move on Elmod?"

Jason asked.

"Hmm."

"If he doesn't die, I can't rest easy."

"Only when he's dead can Kemi live in the sun."

Brian didn't hide it and said straightforwardly.

Jason didn't say no right away, he groaned.

Elmod, according to the description of "Cross Street Stalker", is a very important character, an important part of the protagonist's change, if Elmod dies, the killer's arrangement is almost self-defeating.

Maybe......

Jason, who had thought of something, looked up at Brian.

"How long will it take?"

Jason asked.

"Dawn!"

"Until dawn at most!"

Brian replied in the affirmative.

"She can stay until dawn."

Jason replied.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you for everything you've done for me!"

"Jason, I'll repay you!"

Brian reassured, then turned to look at his daughter.

"Kemi stays here."

"Jason can be trusted."

After saying that, Brian ignored the reluctance and obstruction in Kemi's eyes, turned around and walked out.

Brian didn't look back, and the door slammed shut.

Jason looked at the girl huddled in the sofa chair, thought for a moment, and turned to the study and bedroom.

Kemi, who had been watching Jason, was stunned when Jason turned around.

This back...... Familiar!

Almost instantly, Kemi thought of the previous basement level and looked back.

This back is exactly the same as the previous one.

And the friends that Dad said.

Two people are one person!

Quickly, Kemi came up with the answer.

Therefore, when Jason came out with a pillow and blanket, Kemi had already stood up from the couch and looked straight at him, as if it was the first time he had seen him, and looked at him carefully.

There was curiosity in his eyes.

There is also a thick sense of surprise.

"What's wrong?"

Jason asked, unchanged.

"Are you really a writer?"

Kemi asked.

"Well, out-of-fashion writers."

Jason nodded, not negatively, just with a prefix.

"And what about your mask?"

Kemi asked again.

"What?"

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Jason flatly denied it.

He didn't mind that Brian knew who he was, because, he knew that Brian would keep it a secret for him, and he believed in someone like Brian.

As for Brian's daughter?

Looking at the other party's eagerness, Jason knew what to do.

He didn't want any more surprises.

"You're the one who just rushed in there!"

"I'm sure!"

"Your backs are exactly the same!"

"And the walking posture, it's the same!"

Kemi ignored Jason's denials, her eyes widened as she looked at Jason, and she circled around Jason as if she were admiring an unexpected work.

Under such a gaze, Jason was still unmoved.

He's been through so much.

In front of me, it's not even pediatrics.

Throwing the pillow and quilt in his arms to Kemi, Jason said in a very cold tone.

"You now have two options!"

"First, you're resting here!"

"Second, get out of my room!"

With that, Jason ignored Kemi and turned back to his bedroom--study.

Kemi was stunned, she was a little startled by Jason's cold tone.

It took a long time before he spoke: "This is the living room." ”

"yes, I know."

"You sleep on the couch in the living room."

"The bed in the bedroom is mine."

Jason nodded in acknowledging that Kemi didn't get it wrong.

"But I'm a girl!"

Kemi emphasized.

"Equality between men and women."

Jason returned to his desk and sat down, without looking up.

"You're not a gentleman!"

"If I weren't a gentleman, you wouldn't have pillows and quilts."

Jason retorted.

"You—You're going to die alone!"

Kemi looked at Jason's appearance, and threw the pillow and quilt on the sofa with a snort, and the whole person nested in.

She told herself that as long as she endured until dawn and saw her father, everything would pass.

But after only two minutes, Kemi couldn't help but get up.

She crept to the door of the study and bedroom and poked her head out quietly.

She wanted to see what Jason was up to.

Then, she saw Jason holding a pen and looking at a brand new manuscript paper with a serious expression, as if something was brewing.

Is this what a writer is?

Kemi couldn't help but think.

Just as she was expecting Jason to write a book, suddenly, Jason raised his head.

The eyes of the two men were exactly looking at each other.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I'm just curious."

"I'm sorry."

Different from the previous stubbornness, Kemi, who knew that she had made a mistake in front of her, bowed and apologized in a panic, and her long chestnut blonde hair fluttered forward with her bending, revealing her fair neck, when she straightened her waist again and lifted her hair to one side, the girl's youthful vitality and feminine charm were vividly revealed at this time.

To be targeted by the Elmod gang, Kemi's appearance is naturally not bad, and the actions at this time, combined with Kemi's delicate face, look very attractive.

Jason got up from behind his desk and walked straight towards Kemi.

The tall, strong body frightened Kemi back again and again.

"At noon, I will definitely take a sip of soup before cooking the hot pot base at home, and adding potatoes, cabbage, tofu, shrimp slippery, and mutton rolls to it."

"The soup at this time tastes really good."

"Then, I will eat all the ingredients in it, leaving the hot pot soup base."

"In the evening, I add potatoes and cabbage for dinner."

"And in the middle of the night, I would light the fire again, cook the noodles inside, and serve them together with the soup base to make a special noodle soup."

"Do you know why?"

Jason asked, looking down at Kemi.

"Because, because ...... Are you poor? ”

Kemi stammered in reply.

"Hmm."

"So, do you know what to do?"

"I'm too poor!"

"So I'm used to being alone."

"I'm a little uncomfortable with two people."

Jason nodded, then walked to the couch.

How?

How do I know how?

Kemi roared, but in the face of Jason, she only dared to roar in her heart, and she didn't dare to yell at all.

Then, as she watched Jason pick up the pillow and quilt, and was about to open the door, as if he was going to kick her out, Kemi was in a hurry, and at the moment when the door was opened, she suddenly shouted in a happy heart—

"I'll give you a supper!"

(End of chapter)