The fat body was trying to curl up on itself, trying to hide behind the counter, but helplessly, the other party's body was too fat, and he just hid his head, but he exposed most of his body.

It seemed that he also sensed the uselessness of such a hide, and after hesitating for a moment, the other party stepped forward.

The other party's face is still young, but his hair is a little bald, his body is bloated, his face is a little greasy, and his expression is full of embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"When I came before, the door was unlocked."

"I'll come in."

The other party explained, as if to make Jason and the female pastry chef believe in himself, and the other party immediately said: "I'm Chaltai. Ke Lan is a writer! ”

"I'm picking up wind nearby, and I heard the rumors of His Excellency Jason, so I want to come and ask."

Jason didn't speak, just pointed to the other person's mouth.

As soon as the other party raised his hand, he touched the residue of the cake.

Immediately, the fat man who claimed to be a writer became more and more embarrassed.

"I'm a little embarrassed to eat......"

The other party wanted to explain something, but when Jason's face sank, and he hadn't even released any breath, the fat man who claimed to be a writer had weak knees.

Thump.

The other party fell directly to the ground and shouted almost bitterly:

"I was wrong, I don't dare anymore."

"I'm just a non-mainstream writer, I work hard to write every day, but the writing is too bad, the manuscript fee is very small, I was so hungry just now, I couldn't hold back."

"I'm sorry."

As he spoke, the writer burst into tears.

"Charthais. Ke Lan? ”

The female pastry chef was stunned for a moment, as if she had an impression of the name.

"You know him?"

Jason asked.

"Well, he should have been a columnist for the New Castle Daily before."

"At that time, there were some small celebrities, but later it was rumored that they were often beaten by a group of angry readers because of collecting wind, eating bad stomachs, and breaking shifts, and they disappeared."

The female pastry chef said she knew.

And the fat man who was kneeling there raised his hand.

After getting Jason's eyes to allow it, the fat man immediately said.

"It's not that it's gone."

"It's in the hospital to recuperate."

"But the hospital charges are too expensive, so I have to run out halfway, hoping to rewrite and ......"

With that, the fat man looked at Jason again.

There is no doubt that Jason can be regarded as the man of the year in New Virtue City recently.

It's not just journalists who want interviews, some writers also want to write biographies, and so on, based on Jason.

Charthay in front of you. Ke Lan is one of them.

However, compared to others, this fat man is much more honest.

"The editor-in-chief promised me that as long as I could write based on your Excellency Jason, I would be allowed to re-serialize in the column, and I would be given two days off a year."

"Of course, I'm willing to give you half of my manuscript fee."

"I hope you'll give me this opportunity."

The fat man looked at Jason pitifully.

"What if you lose this opportunity?"

Jason asked.

Suddenly, the fat man's expression became gloomy.

"If I didn't have this opportunity, I would probably go to the sea to fish, although I am afraid of water, fear of height and fear of the dark, but at least I can't starve to death on the fishing boat, and I can lose weight by the way, maybe I will lose weight, I will be unexpectedly popular......

His mouth was full of hope, but his expression was getting darker and darker.

The fat man kneeling there, from the perspective of Jason and the female pastry chef, the whole person was gray.

"Writer, it's really pitiful."

The female pastry chef couldn't help but whisper.

Jason nodded in agreement.

Moreover, he has a deeper feeling.

"Writing a book is really a dead end."

With such a sigh, Jason walked up to the fat man.

The other party, who was still feeling sorry for himself, was startled, and the original kneeling posture immediately turned into a paralyzed position.

My stomach is too big to sit up straight.

Even if you sit slumped, it's because your elbows are supported.

Otherwise, it's lying flat.

"Do you have pen and paper with you?"

Jason looked at Chartai, who was struggling to support himself. Ke Lan asked.

"Y-You promised?"

Chaltaire. Ke Lan's eyes widened.

He just thought he was hopeless.

After all, he also knew that he was ugly-looking, that he spoke incoherently, that it was difficult to convince others, and that he would not have made up his mind to get out of the house if he wasn't dying of starvation.

The surprise came too suddenly, so that Chaltai. Ke Lan couldn't react a little.

"You don't want to?"

Jason asked rhetorically.

"Yes! Willing! ”

Chaltaire. Ke Lan struggled to get up from the ground, took out a pencil and notebook from his jacket pocket, and was about to start writing, but was stopped by Jason again.

"It's okay to write."

"But, write as I say."

"You can polish it, but you can't change it."

Jason said.

Such words made Charthae. Ke Lan was a little hesitant, but ......

Mutter!

The sound of his stomach made him choose to face reality.

"Yes."

Chaltaire. Ke Lanyi gritted his teeth and said.

Jason was pleased with the reply.

If you want to gain more recognition in the city through newspapers, the latter is naturally more suitable than a reporter's interview and a writer's column.

Because it was a long-term effect, it might not be as good as the explosion on the day of the interview, but it was a long stream and moisturizing things silently.

And when you choose a columnist, you naturally have to choose an obedient one who will not be exaggerated.

The fat man in front of him is undoubtedly the best candidate.

A person who has been cornered and has no choice, is there a better collaborator than this?

Naturally, the other party also loves food.

"Can we begin?"

Chaltaire. Ke Lan looked at Jason, who was thinking, and asked cautiously.

"Of course."

"We started at 221B Pea Point Street, where it was a morning when a veteran suffering from post-war traumatic stress syndrome met ......"

Jason moved a chair and sat in it to talk.

Chaltaire. Ke Lan crawled there to record.

The female pastry chef couldn't help but smile when she saw this scene, turned around and began to clean up everything in the shop.

Although it was only two days and did not return, some dust was unavoidable.

When she finished cleaning the store and walked to the back door with a basin to pour water, her expression changed.

The confused, quiet temperament suddenly became wild.

She cautiously looked inside the door, closed it gently, walked to the side of the alley, and pushed open the back door of 221A, where a group of people were waiting, and when they saw her, everyone fell to one knee.

But just as these people were about to speak, she stopped them.

"Go and make a note of all the reporters who are stuck outside, find out which newspaper or publishing house they come from, and then buy all these newspapers and publishing houses."

"And ......"

"Forget it, that's all."

With that, she went back the way she came.

Originally, she wanted to convert Chaltaire. The newspaper to which Ke Lan belonged also bought it.

But when it came to Jason, she had to hesitate.

It's not good if you get found out by Jason.

Returning to the back door of the pastry shop, she stumbled.

The female pastry chef came back to her senses.

"Huh?"

"I'm stunned again?"

The female pastry chef patted her forehead lightly, and then, with a simple smile, returned to the pastry shop with an empty basin of water, and continued to clean.

Jason, who was sitting there, didn't seem to have made any discoveries at all, just to Chaltey. Colan recounted some of the things that had happened.

Only when the female pastry chef passed by did she frown and glance at the back.

But Jason didn't say anything more.

That's how life went.

For the next six weeks, Jason went to St. Mungo's College and the police station to fulfill his duties as a student council advisor and special advisor. Colan recounts what happened.

I have to say, Charthae. Ke Lan is worthy of his former fame, and he writes quite well about 'Detective Jason'.

In the second week, the city was 100%!

And now?

Jason glanced at [City Recognition 500%].

This is not the end result, and the recognition of the city is still growing.

This is naturally thanks to the circulation of the Shintokujo Daily.

As the oldest paper media in New Tak City, it has always been the most recognized newspaper by the people of New Tak City.

Of course, this also has to do with Jason's appearance on the news page from time to time.

Jason, who walks in New Virtue City, will always find corpses from time to time.

Although his original purpose was only to find the 'Ghost Squad'.

With the frequent occurrence of similar things, Jason's reputation has been raised again, and many people have become accustomed to calling Jason a detective, which naturally brings trouble to Jason's travel.

For the past two weeks, he has had to wear a scarf to cover his face.

Equally annoying, the 'watchdog pastry house'.

More and more people are blocking the door.

In addition to the original reporters, there are also some readers who are attracted to the 'Jason Detective Collection'.

Among them are some fanatics.

Their behavior is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people.

As a last resort, Edward and Bancy Jr. stepped forward.

After detaining a few fans who wanted to sneak into the pastry shop at night and show their love to Jason, the trend was finally curbed, but Jason had to choose another address to live in order to be quiet.

With the female pastry chef, they moved into a house rewarded by the military department, not far from Pea Point Street, just diagonally opposite Hannibal's clinic.

The female pastry chef was a little unhappy about this.

But she's not going to back down.

She wouldn't let Jason and Hannibal be alone.

It's not just women who think about her men.

And the men are also worried.

Compared to the men who climbed the window of the pastry shop at night, the man in front of him was more dangerous.

Because......

This man's cooking skills are too superb.

Even if the female pastry chef doesn't want to admit it, she has to admit that the other party's cooking skills are better than her, maybe inferior to her in pastries, but in other aspects, she is a cut above her.

This made the female pastry chef feel as if she had been insulted.

I began to study all kinds of recipes desperately.

Today is no exception.

Right in Hannibal's kitchen, the female pastry chef was busy.

Jason and Hannibal sat across from each other, and next to them sat an old man with glasses.

"Professor Coulson, do you mean that the reason why the Church of Dawn, which had fallen into decline at the time, collapsed overnight was because of a plan?"

Jason asked with interest as he held his teacup.

Coulson, professor of history at St. Mungo's College, was a friend of Hannibal.

In order to investigate the 'name of the starry sky', Hannibal introduced them to each other.

From time to time, Jason invited each other in the name of holding a banquet.

After going back and forth, the two sides became friends, the conversation became casual, and the old teacher also said some taboo things.

"Hmm."

"I can confirm that it has something to do with the Pruss family and crocodiles."

"But more, I don't know."

"Most of those materials have been destroyed by man, and I am lucky that I was able to find them."

The old professor said with a smile.

"So, it's possible that the 'name of the Starry Sky Singing' is related to the Dawn Church?"

Jason guessed.

"Not impossible."

"But definitely!"

The old professor accentuated his tone, he put down the teacup first, and then spoke again.

"The Purus family is very strong, and this is something that no one can deny."

"But compared to the Dawn family, there are too many differences."

"Even in its heyday, the Clarus family was only able to control Decheng and influence some surrounding cities, and three hundred years ago, even the declining Dawn Church was influencing the entire Federation, you can imagine what the Dawn Church was like in its heyday."

"Control the Federation, Overlord?"

Jason muttered to himself.

The old professor smiled, did not admit it, did not deny it, but the answer was obvious.

After all, the prefix of the Pruss family is Dawn.

"The prefix of the Purus family is Dawn."

"Is there anything like the Pruss family?"

Jason asked the bottom of his mind.

"Of course!"

"Before the establishment of the 'Silver Federation', there were at least 7 families with such a prefix, but with the establishment of the 'Silver Federation', such families have plummeted to the point that only the Pruss family remains."

"The rest are gone - this is the external statement, what the truth is, no one knows, and I naturally don't know."

"But I guess it wasn't a happy process."

The old professor picked up the teacup again.

In the heat of the surging heat, Jason seemed to see scenes of war with swords wielding and guns firing.

The battle for the removal of the family?

Naturally, it is necessary to fight to the end.

As for the results?

Just look at the 'Silver Federation'.

Now that the 'Silver Federation' has been established, those families have naturally disappeared.

There may be some who have thrown themselves into the arms of the 'Silver Federation', but the family name should be gone.

Wait a minute!

Since it is possible for these families with the prefix 'Dawn' to merge into the 'Silver Federation', it is naturally possible for the 'Silver Federation' to know some secrets of the 'Starry Sky Singing Name'.

This or these secrets, it is possible that the Pruss family does not know.

Moreover, it is precisely because of this or these secrets that the Pruss family became a 'fish that slipped through the net' and was not wiped out when the 'Silver Federation' was founded.

That's why the 'Ghost Squad' appeared.

No!

It should have been earlier!

The betrayal of the 'Ghost Squad' is in the 'Battle of Dejo'!

Decheng is the predecessor of Xindecheng.

Maybe at that time, the layout of everything began.

Jason pondered.

The clues in my mind are getting clearer and clearer.

Just as he opened his mouth to ask something more interesting, there was the sound of running outside the door, followed by the frantic banging of little Bancy.

Knock knock!

With such a knock on the door, it was an unprecedented panic from Little Banxi.

"Jason, no!"