Who would love a life of prying eyes?

No one.

And what kind of despair and pain did the people who were able to say calmly, 'I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night' after discovering that they were being spied on?

Jason didn't know any of that.

But after knowing that he was being spied on, Jason couldn't be calm at all.

He sat there with his mask on, his broad-bladed short-handled machete on his lap, and the notebook in his hand turned to the second page.

I chose [Deep-fried Meat Crispy Roll] directly.

After the satiety was consumed at 7 o'clock, more content appeared on the notebook.

[The black cloth obscures my eyes.] 】

[But the fragrance ......]

[It's still puffy.] 】

[Remember: After the cold appetizer, it is hot, it is a little hot]

……

Then, a √ appeared behind the appetizer [Fried Pork Crispy Roll].

A note then appears –

[Background: Suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome, you not only spent all your allowance for treatment, but also insisted on leaving the veterans' hospital, you are in rags, draped in blankets, pushing a trolley walking in this familiar and unfamiliar city, in three years, it has already become different, the old legend is still there, and the new? It also gradually began to spread......]

[Main Quest: Obtain city recognition within 60 days.] 】

[Obtain a temporary language, and when you leave the dungeon, it will automatically disappear]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will automatically restore when you leave the dungeon]

【Detection of non-gunpowder weapons】

(Hint: Enjoy your appetizer hot plate)

……

After Jason saw everything, the notebook closed.

As before, he entered a strange world.

Jason immediately checked himself.

The gray-brown coat was fairly clean, but the cuffs and elbows had long since faded, revealing the white knitted parts.

The dark blue jeans, I can't tell whether they are clean or not, but the belt is only half of it, the front position is lost, only the part that happens to be pinned into the button, broken out of the abrupt top of a torn camouflage T-shirt, black blanket draped over the body, down the shoulders, shrouded most of the back, against the cold wind of the early morning.

Call.

Jason opened his mouth and exhaled in a white huff.

He looked down at the trolley in front of him, a few plastic bottles, a few cans, a few pieces of paper, and ......

His puck mask and broad-bladed short-handled machete are at the bottom.

Stretching out his hand, his index finger passed through the gap in the steel wire of the trolley, touching his mask and broad-bladed short-handled machete, and suddenly, there was a sense of reassurance.

"Tramp."

Although there was no proof, Jason easily confirmed his identity.

This appearance, as long as you are not blind, can be recognized.

"Recognition from the city in 60 days?"

Looking at this main quest description, Jason couldn't help frowning.

The scope of this recognition is somewhat broad.

Or rather, the recognition of a city.

Is it the city itself?

Or people from within the city?

The latter is still a category that Jason can understand.

If it's the former?

Cities are conscious!

Let's not talk about how to gain the recognition of a city with consciousness.

The mere existence of such a city was enough to make Jason shudder.

A city with consciousness.

That......

What are the people who live within the city?

Cell?

Or bacteria?

Jason shook his head, and after putting the thought down for a moment, he began to look around.

At this moment, he should be in a street park.

The street lights that have gone out, and the sun that rises slightly, tell Jason the approximate time.

The bench behind him should be his previous bed.

There were also several newspapers scattered on the floor that served as 'futons'.

Jason bent down to pick it up, and just sat on the bench and flipped through the newspaper.

Jason has considerable experience in how to familiarize himself with an unfamiliar place.

Obtaining the appropriate information is the first step.

However, the content of the newspaper made Jason frown.

"Women's Serial Disappearance! 》

The Ripper in the Night! 》

Echoes of the Hanged! 》

……

A series of cases, Jason opened others, entertainment, current affairs news, but similar cases of news accounted for the majority.

PY86.10.20

Jason glanced at the date

Judging by the wear and tear of the newspaper, it is certainly not the last day or two.

"I need to find the nearest newspaper."

Jason thought as he stood up and pushed his cart outside.

There will be no new newspapers in the park.

There are only people who get up early and exercise in the morning.

There are men and women.

Most of them are elderly people.

Therefore, when a young man appears, it is undoubtedly attractive.

Especially when the young man was still a good-looking woman.

The other party was wearing a blue lapel suit, inclined to the workplace, with a hint of casualness, a plush scarf of black, gray and white plaid around his neck, and small leather shoes with heels, but not high.

On the back is a black leather bag on both shoulders.

At this moment, the other party is holding a photo and whispering to the old man who is exercising in the morning.

When she saw Jason looking here, the lady immediately shouted:

"Hello, please wait a minute."

Jason frowned.

He didn't want to get into trouble for a while.

Subconsciously, Jason was ready to leave.

However, as the lady approached, a faint, sweet smell appeared in Jason's nose.

Instinctively, Jason stopped.

He turned and looked at the other man's backpack.

Baked honey biscuits?

Wrong.

It's kind of like a trough cake.

Add a lot of egg wash and sugar.

Just out of the oven.

The entrance should be crispy.

The lady who ran quickly to Jason noticed Jason's eyes and immediately opened her backpack and took out a paper bag with hot air.

"If you don't like it, please take it."

"I made it myself."

"I'm Gixier, a pastry chef."

The lady introduced herself, then handed the paper bag over.

Jason raised his hand and took the paper bag.

"Jason, bum."

"I don't have any money for the time being, if I have money, I'll pay you back."

Jason would never accept handouts for no reason.

Even if it's food.

"No, no."

"If you see the girl in the picture."

"Please let me know."

"She's my sister and she's been missing for three days, and I'm worried about her."

As he spoke, the pastry chef pulled out a photograph.

There are two people in the photo, standing intimately together, smiling at the camera.

One is the pastry chef himself, and the other is a girl who is a little younger than the pastry chef, the two have similar facial features, and it can be seen that they are sisters, and the other party is not lying.

"Okay."

Jason nodded.

"I can't thank you enough."

With that, the pastry chef handed Jason a piece of paper with an address and contact number, and then walked over to another person and continued the conversation he had just had with Jason.

At the same time, a small packet of pastries and pieces of paper was given away.

There is no doubt that this is not the first and will not be the last piece of paper with Jason's handwritten address and contact number.

Just now, under Jason's gaze, the female pastry chef has already given many people this piece of paper.

Are you too anxious and worried to be cautious?

Jason looked at the other party's departing back and thought silently.

Then, he found a sheltered place and opened the paper bag.

The scent is blowing in the face.

Really good breakfast.

Jason thought.

And at this very moment-

"Tsk, let's take a look, are the homeless also qualified to eat pastries?"