Jason didn't open the door in the first place.

Instead, he entered the bedroom, pulled the curtains open a gap, and looked out cautiously.

The same number as he had just heard, judged.

At this moment, in front of his door, five people were gathered there.

Three hold up a video camera, one holding a microphone, and the other holding an object that resembles a voice recorder.

"Journalists?"

"TV station?"

"What happened?"

Jason looked at the five of them, his brow furrowed.

According to the background, 'he is a low-end writer' will not be ignored at all, and even if something happens, at most it will be in the gap of the local newspaper, and it will be considered a great thing to publish a text introduction of 'tofu block'.

This kind of obviously professional-level interview?

Don't even think about it.

Unless......

Something really happened that was sensational enough to be called a sensation.

With this speculation in mind, Jason walked to the door.

He didn't tidy up his clothes.

Before he knew enough about the 'writer Jason', Jason thought it would be better to keep it as he was.

Click, click

The moment the door opened, the flash flashed.

Almost at the same time, a microphone poked in front of him.

"Mr. Jason, how do you feel about someone imitating your plot to kill someone?"

"What do you think of the murderer?"

"Will he be someone you know in your life?"

The interviewer with the microphone in hand asked directly.

Imitate my killing?

Jason was visibly stunned.

Before opening the door, he had guessed a lot of things, such as accidentally being involved in the assassination of a big man or threatening the safety of the entire city, but he never thought that someone would 'imitate his murder'?

Are you kidding?

Isn't it all a plot like this?

How could it happen in reality?

And......

Does anyone really look at 'him'?

Jason's gaze involuntarily glanced at the background: as a well-known local author, you've only written one book that was a good seller in ten years......

He seems to have some understanding of this 'quite famous' and 'fairly best-seller' assessment.

At the same time, he thought of the blade inside the cowhide envelope just now.

Is there a relationship between the two?

Jason thought to himself.

However, he came back to his senses right away.

Because, for the time being, none of this is the most important thing.

The important thing is that he doesn't know what he wrote in the past.

There is no way to answer the questions of the interviewer in front of you.

And the excitement flashing in the other party's eyes was obviously trying to dig out some big news from him.

Jason was sure that if he said something like 'no comment,' a story full of fabricated speculation would be out immediately.

So, he replied with a straight face-

"It's not right to break the law!"

"It is the duty of every citizen to abide by the law."

"I hope that the police will increase their efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice, and avenge the victim."

After saying that, Jason just looked at the interviewer in front of him.

The other party obviously didn't expect Jason to answer like this.

For a moment, the interviewer was a little stunned.

However, Jason didn't.

He looked down at the interviewer in front of him.

The shadow formed by the height difference directly enveloped each other.

"Is there anything else?"

"If it's okay, I'm going to keep writing."

"Your sudden visit has already disturbed me."

Jason said 'bluntly', his face naturally revealed a look of unhappiness, and with the impact formed by his height and strength, the words that the other party had just come to his mouth swallowed back.

"No, no."

The interviewer stammered.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded and closed the door.

Bang!

The interviewer came back to his senses with the sound of the door panel slamming against the door frame.

He subconsciously raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but eventually retracted.

He, don't dare.

Just now, he felt as if he was being targeted by some terrible beast.

There is a feeling that as long as he talks nonsense, he will be torn apart and eaten.

"This Jay, Jason is a writer?"

Turning around, the interviewer questioned his colleague.

"Hmm."

"I confirmed that he was indeed a writer, and he also wrote a book that was very popular in the small circle."

"However, it's just that one book, and the rest is not good."

"Now a lot of people are questioning him, thinking that he didn't write that book at all."

The recorder with a voice recorder on the side said with great certainty.

"A writer who looks like a butcher and is stronger than a wrestler?"

"What are you kidding?"

"Why didn't he go to the wrestling professional league, with his size, he would definitely win, which is more profitable than writing a book."

The interviewer muttered.

He was venting his frustration that his purpose had not been achieved.

And, of course, the fear in the heart.

"What do we do now?"

"The time of the interview is too short to form the whole story time."

The recorder with the recorder asked.

"Focusing on that case, and then editing the picture just now, and putting it on the end of the broadcast, I can make up the time for the whole article."

With that, the interviewer walked briskly downstairs.

He really didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Moreover, I will not interview this guy named Jason again in the future.

He always felt that this Jason was not a writer.

As for the previous book?

It must have been this Jason who somehow got the writer's manuscript and released it.

That writer must have been treated horribly.

Maybe he's been killed by this Jason.

What a pathetic writer.

With such speculation, the interviewer hurried away.

Jason in the room could clearly hear the conversation between the men.

He wasn't surprised by the interviewer's assessment.

Just now, in order to end the so-called 'interview' quickly, he unconsciously revealed a little bit of breath.

It's just a little bit, but it's enough for ordinary people.

The other party quickly ended the interview as he wished.

However, the other party's words reminded Jason.

"Can I go to a wrestling tournament and then publish an autobiography?"

Jason seriously considered the feasibility of this matter.

Eventually, Jason shook his head.

He was confident in the wrestling match, but it was too long.

At the beginning, even if he had the status of a 'writer', it was just a gimmick, and he would never be recognized, let alone sell his autobiography, unless he could win the championship or something.

But it was too hard to do it in 120 days.

And the step-by-step ones sell at least 100,000 new books in 120 days?

It's also difficult.

In particular, there is a restriction that it must be voluntarily purchased by others, and only one copy can be counted as a copy.

We have to think of a way.

Jason thought as he walked back to his study, placing the hockey mask and broadbladed machete in the drawer behind the bookshelf.

Now that the journalist is here.

Will the police be far away?

The cops came a little faster than Jason had expected.

Just two minutes after Jason had put away his mask and machete, there was another knock on his door.

Knock, knock!

"Hello, I'm Sergeant David."

"Mr. Jason, are you there?"

In the rhythmic knock on the door, a very polite voice came.

When Jason opened the door, the sergeant, about forty years old, dressed in civilian clothes and with a beard, but very cleanly dressed and shoeed, smiled slightly.

The other party's smile has a considerable affinity, and he must be called a sunny handsome guy when he is young.

And now?

It is also very attractive.

Especially in the other party quite polite.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Jason."

"This is my assistant, Hunter."

The middle-aged detective pointed to the young man next to him.

It was a young man who didn't smile, wearing a formulaic black suit, white shirt, and black tie, standing there without saying a word, and only nodded to Jason when Davide introduced him.

"Here's my ID."

Then, the middle-aged detective showed his ID and handed it to Jason, confirming that Jason could see clearly.

Hunt did the same.

Jason scanned the two documents, the photos on them were of the two people, the names were confirmed, the police number, steel seal, etc. were also very clear, not shoddy and cheap, it should be real.

"Can we go in and talk?"

The detective asked after Jason nodded his head and motioned for himself to see clearly.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded, turning his body away.

"Excuse me."

Davide said apologetically.

This kind of dialogue will obviously shorten the distance with strangers.

The young man on the side, Hunter, still maintained the appearance of not entering, but his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

Obviously, this is observing.

Is one kind to attract attention, and the other calmly observes the surroundings?

Jason looked at the combination in front of him and thought silently.

Then he sat down quietly on the couch.

He chose the sofa on the side with his back to the wall, where he could clearly see the door and the door leading to the bedroom.

Although he has covered it up, Jason will not easily let people enter his bedroom and search it.

As for whether the young people in front of them will do this?

As soon as they entered the room, they looked at the bedroom door at least three times.

Although the other party is not allowed to enter, this is enough to explain everything.

"You may be seated."

After sitting down, Jason said.

"Thank you."

Davide was still smiling.

He sat across from Jason, and then the expressionless young man stood behind him.

"Mr. Jason, do you know what we're here for?"

The middle-aged detective asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"A reporter just came."

Jason replied.

This is a fact and there is no need to shy away.

"Can you tell me what you think?"

The middle-aged detective continued.

"It's not right to break the law!"

"It is the duty of every citizen to abide by the law."

"I hope that the police will increase their efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice, and avenge the victim."

"That's what I said before."

"Now, I'm the same."

Jason repeated his previous words in full, and expressed his position firmly.

The middle-aged police detective was stunned.

Like the interviewer, the middle-aged detective didn't expect Jason to say that.

But unlike the interviewer, the middle-aged detective immediately came back to his senses.

"Thank you, Mr. Jason, for your support."

"Can you tell me some of your speculations?"

"You know, it's going to help us."

Davide was quite sincere, even using honorifics in his words.

Jason's face was just right for a look of embarrassment.

He knew that it was just the other party's words.

But it didn't stop him from pushing the boat down the river.

You know, he's in trouble here.

The middle-aged detective notices the embarrassment on Jason's face.

He never thought that a temptation would be rewarded, it was really an unexpected surprise.

In the face of such an unexpected surprise, he will definitely not let it go.

"Mr. Jason, do you have any difficulties?"

"Please let me know if you can."

"I'll do my best to help you."

Davide became more and more sincere.

Jason seemed to be moved by these words, and he stood up and walked towards the bedroom--study.

Davide and Hunter exchanged glances and immediately followed.

The two of them stood on tiptoe, carefully avoiding the piles of books piled on the floor, and when they reached the edge of the desk, they saw an extra cowhide envelope in Jason's hand.

"This is what I found this morning when I picked up the newspaper from my mailbox."

"There is no signature, no address."

"There's a blade inside."

Jason said as he handed over the leather envelope.

"Blades?"

The middle-aged detective's eyes lit up.

The young man also closed his gaze and stared at the cowhide envelope.

"Well, yes."

"I was shocked too."

Jason said.

"Are you sure you're going to receive it?"

The middle-aged detective asked.

"It should be between 7.10-7.17, and I can't determine the specific date."

"I'm a writer and I've been writing in retreat for the past few days."

Jason replied.

"Is that so?"

"Don't worry, leave it to us, we'll help you find this guy."

"If anything else, please contact me."

The middle-aged detective who had gained something didn't want to stay any longer, and after taking out a business card and handing it to Jason, he got up with his assistant and said goodbye.

"Please stay."

At the door, the detective said.

Jason cooperated and stopped, and after watching the two leave, he closed the door.

And his perception beyond ordinary people is that he continues to hear the conversation between the detective and his assistant.

"Sheriff, why don't you ask more about the case?"

"Do you think he'll say that?"

"Even if you don't say it, it's a contest, and we can look for flaws in this contest."

"Fight?"

"I'm just going to think it's a spook and getting people to stare at this writer, and I want to know his every move, and then, turn in the surveillance, and I want to know who sent us the blade as a writer."

"By the way, bring me the book he wrote, called "Cross Street Perverts."

"Sheriff, it's not 'Cross Street Perverts,' it's 'Cross Street Stalkers.'"

"Aren't stalkers perverts? What's the difference. ”

The assistant corrected the sheriff's words.

The sheriff didn't seem to care.

Listening to the sheriff's slightly cold command, which was completely different from the previous smiling face, Jason was not surprised.

In front of strangers, everyone will cover up.

All that's revealed is a mask.

Only in front of one's own people will this mask be revealed.

As for the complete plucking?

That's impossible.

This is man's self-preservation.

Others are like this, and so is he.

"Crossstreet Stalker?"

Jason muttered to himself as he began to search the room.

Although he is not a writer, as a writer, he will definitely collect his published books, and the more successful ones will definitely be placed in a conspicuous place and kept properly.

Even if you live in another place, you will take it with you if you have the opportunity.

And just as Jason expected, on the shelf in the middle of the three shelves, Jason found the book, which was in the most prominent position.

Raised his hand and took the book out.

Jason sat at his desk and began to read.

There are already people who imitate murder from books, and he, the 'author', of course, wants to know what this is all about.

Sitting at his desk, Jason began to flip through the book.

For the next four hours, all that remained in the study was the sound of pages turning.

"Cross Street Stalker" is a book of reasoning but with a bit of fantasy.

The protagonist is an unpopular detective, quite a failure in life, after divorcing his wife, he lives alone in a two-story building in the suburbs, the first floor is a detective agency, the second floor is the living room, this two-story building is rented, has owed the landlord a month's rent, promised to help the landlord find the lost dog, this is not kicked out.

And the cause of time also began with cats.

In order to find a dog, the protagonist had to post a notice to find a dog.

He did it to give it a try.

Who knew that someone actually called and said they knew the whereabouts of the dog.

The protagonist hurries to go, but sees no one, but the dog finds it, right in front of him, tied to a railing on the side of the road, with a rope.

Without much thought, the protagonist returns with the dog and returns it to the landlord, who waives the protagonist's rent for one month and promises the protagonist a two-week grace period.

In order to make up next month's rent in two weeks, the protagonist hopes to receive more commissions.

Then, someone really came to the door.

This is a husband who is looking for his wife's affair.

The protagonist directly agrees, and, collects a deposit.

However, the protagonist's ability is too poor, and in the face of this simple affair investigation, it is full of mistakes and omissions.

Just when the protagonist thinks he is going to fail, he receives another strange phone call, which once again informs him of a location, where he finds an envelope with evidence of the client's wife's affair.

The protagonist was already strange at this time, but in the face of the evidence he had to get his hands on, he did not hesitate.

Naturally, the commission was completed.

The protagonist is paid.

With this success, the client introduced more friends here, and naturally, the mysterious phone call still helps the protagonist.

Success after success, making the protagonist famous.

Although the protagonist has asked who the other party is more than once.

But the other party doesn't answer at all, just puts important clues in an important place, waiting for the protagonist to get them.

The days went by day by day.

Although the protagonist is still curious about who this 'good Samaritan' is, he needs the help of the other party and has to suppress his curiosity until one day...... The police came to the door.

The police came to the door with a search warrant and an arrest warrant.

They suspect that the protagonist is involved in five murders.

And, there's quite a bit of evidence.

The protagonist who was watched by more than one person appeared at the scene of the crime with a mysterious expression.

Once it was a coincidence.

What about five times?

And as the police ask the protagonist why he appeared at the scene of the five murders, the protagonist suddenly realizes that this is where he took the 'clue'.

By this point, more than half of the book has passed.

In the remaining half, the second protagonist appears.

It's the murderer.

One kills a target in order to hide himself, and then, chooses four similar targets, mixing the real target into the killer.

Moreover, this killer is quite cautious.

In order to make his plan more perfect, he also chose a 'scapegoat'.

'The appearance of the scapegoat makes the crime perfect!' ’

These are the words spoken by the other party.

It's a pity that at the end of the end, this killer was still caught by the protagonist.

Because, the landlord's dog recognizes the smell of this killer.

In order to lure the protagonist into the trap, the killer deliberately abducted the landlord's dog and treated it well, which made this dog, who was always alert, keep wagging his tail when he saw the killer, so that the protagonist found out that the cat was tired.

Then, in one fell swoop, the killer was arrested.

Not......

Flipping through the book, Jason closed the book and groaned.

How to put it, the creativity is okay.

But there are quite a few loopholes.

First, there are five murders that the newspapers don't publish, but at the end, when the protagonist catches the killer, reporters flock to him.

Second, the killer didn't have the slightest pattern of killer behavior, but rather acted like a happy offender.

Third, from beginning to end, it is not said who hired the killer, but the murder scene is constantly described, as if it were real.

"In the first case, the woman with a broken arm, the corpse of a woman who lost both arms, was hung upside down in a narrow, dark alley, and the corpse was written in blood: boring, boring, not fun."

"The second case, the smashed man, except for a head, was completely crushed corpse, put it in a box and threw it on the road, with a note on the skull: It's not interesting, it's not fun."

"The third case, it's normal, a woman who killed her with a knife cut her throat, this is the real target, and there are blood words left on the corpse: this is the third, and it's getting less and less fun."

"The fourth, the drowning man, a lady was drowned, and a letter was left on the shore: I am ready to finish."

"In the fifth case, the lady who was burned to death by the fire, outside the burning house, left a clear message with a letter: It's over, I won't play."

Five cases, one by one, went through my mind.

Now it should be the first.

Jason thought and turned on the TV.

He needed more information to confirm that the progress of the case had arrived.

And just then, the phone rang.

Jingle bells.

When the phone rang for the third time, Jason picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is that Jason?"

The voice on the other side was a little muffled.

"Yes, you are ......"

"I'm John, I sent you a letter before, I've been waiting for your call, but you haven't called, so, I've called."

"I'm sorry to do that, I know."

"However, I think this matter may have something to do with you."

Speaking of this, the deep voice paused.

Then he said slowly-

"My dog, stolen."