With a heart-rending shout, John fell to his knees, and his whole body began to tremble.

It took a few seconds before he reached out his hands and lifted the puppy out of the cardboard box.

Then, the depressed man took the puppy in his arms and stroked it gently.

It seems to be looking forward to the resurrection of the dog.

But the puppy has both ears down, its limbs are stiff, and it has long been unable to respond to its owner.

The depressed man sat there on his knees in a daze, his posture slowly relaxed, from kneeling to sitting cross-legged, the previous moment seemed to be completely collapsed, but at this moment, a trace of cold feeling was slowly bursting out from the depths of this man's body.

"Jason."

The depressed man spoke suddenly.

"Huh?"

Jason looked at the depressed man, and his transcendent perception told him that John had become extremely dangerous now, if John before was like a tiger bound in chains.

And now?

The chains are broken.

The Tigers are about to come out!

"He, everything related to him, is mine."

After saying that, John got up with the puppy's corpse in his arms and walked straight away.

Who he is, it goes without saying.

Jason didn't mean anything against it.

Someone to solve the problem for him, he is happy to do it, especially when there is no 'food' involved.

Seeing John leave, Jason also walked towards the mouth of the alley, and he was about to take a taxi back.

When he left the room before, Jason deliberately brought his wallet out just in case.

As for walking back?

When it comes to more convenient transportation, Jason doesn't choose the most primitive way.

Although he was able to go faster, he didn't forget where he was.

Compared to the previous 'menu' worlds, the world in front of him is undoubtedly the most advanced, and there are probes on the road, and Jason doesn't want to be discovered by these probes.

In the same way, he was reluctant to go far to avoid the probe.

Jason, who was standing at the mouth of the alley, stood in the waiting area, quietly waiting for the taxi to appear.

However, it was the sheriff Davide who he was waiting for.

Behind the other was the young assistant Hunter.

At this moment, the assistant stared at Jason with suspicion.

Obviously, he must have discovered that he was being teased by John's 'little tricks', but he was not sure who he was.

"Whew."

"It's good to see you're okay, Mr. Jason."

The middle-aged sheriff looked at Jason with a friendly smile as if he had a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?"

Jason asked knowingly.

"Just now Hunter was distracted by a guy, we thought that guy was a copycat, and sent a large number of people to chase him, but he was slipped away by the other party."

"Then, we knocked on your door and found no one answered."

"It really scared the hell out of me, I thought something had happened to you."

"Luckily, someone here has reported seeing you."

The middle-aged sheriff's face had a sigh and palpitations.

Then, the other party changed his words.

"Can you tell me why you're back here?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged sheriff looked at Jason.

Although he still had a kind smile, his eyes unconsciously flashed with essence.

Although it was fleeting, it was seen by Jason.

Is this what it is?

Jason thought to himself, but his face was silent.

"Curious."

He replied.

"Curious?"

"Well, that's right."

"As the author of 'Cross Street Stalker', it is natural to be curious that there is a copycat who suddenly appears."

The middle-aged sheriff nodded approvingly.

Then, after a slight pause in the other party's words, he suddenly spoke again.

"Mr. Jason, can you tell me why you described the scene in such detail?"

"It's like...... You see it with your own eyes. ”

As he said this, the middle-aged sheriff's eyes were fixed on Jason's eyes, not allowing himself to let go of anything.

"For the sake of authenticity."

"I strive to be authentic."

"But because of this, there are some flaws that should not have appeared."

Jason replied with the answer he had already thought of.

When he had flipped through the "Cross Street Stalker" that he had written, he had imagined that such a picture would appear.

After all, Davide and Hunter didn't make the impression on Jason as a wine bag.

And the situation in front of him tells Jason how necessary it is to prepare in advance.

"I see!"

The middle-aged sheriff nodded suddenly, and then, as if he had just discovered that Jason was standing in the waiting area, the middle-aged sheriff immediately appeared with that kind smile again.

"Mr. Jason, are you going to return to Apartment 3A?"

"Yes."

Jason nodded, not hiding it.

"It just so happens that my man is going there, don't you mind if he sends you?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"Of course I don't mind."

Jason laughed.

Of course he knew what the sheriff was trying to do.

It's nothing more than to better monitor and observe him.

But he wouldn't mind.

You know that saving a few dollars on the bus is enough to buy a hot dog or sweet corn, right?

He had just left the 3A apartment in John's car when he saw a fast food stall on the corner, and about 200 meters away from the apartment, there was a fast food restaurant diagonally opposite, 50 meters further away there was a restaurant, 300 meters further there was a very characteristic open-air restaurant, and ......

I recall the restaurants and restaurants that I unconsciously recorded in my mind.

Jason climbed straight into the sheriff's subordinate's car.

In the roar of the car's engine, Jason quickly disappeared in the eyes of Davide and Hunter.

"Sheriff, do you believe what he says?"

Hunter asked unconsciously.

"What do you think?"

Davide asked rhetorically.

"I'm not sure."

The young assistant shook his head.

The young man unconsciously observed Jason when Jason was speaking just now, hoping to find the flaw, but unfortunately, he didn't see anything at all.

"If you're not sure...... Then look for reasons that make you unsure. ”

"Whether it's instinct or experience, if you're not sure, find out."

The middle-aged sheriff nodded to his assistant.

He will not complain and belittle his assistant for not seeing the most critical point.

Because, when he was the same age as his assistant, he wouldn't have noticed this.

And, if his assistant finds out about this, he won't have to be his assistant at all.

"Have you seen Cross Street Stalker?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"Yes."

The young assistant nodded immediately.

There have already been copycats, and the young assistant will make up for it even if he hasn't seen it before.

"And what do you think of there?"

The middle-aged sheriff pointed to the alley Jason had just walked out of.

It's not the alley where the murder happened, it's the one next door.

The young assistant was stunned.

The middle-aged sheriff had already walked towards the alley, and Davide, with a friendly smile on his face, easily learned from the people who lived here that Jason had been to the alley.

Jason's body shape and dress are really impressive.

"Jason has been here, ......"

"It's not a parody!"

"It's a reproduction!"

"That killer wanted to recreate the contents of the Cross Street Stalker book, so he started the murder and brought Jason here."

Facing the hesitant assistant, the middle-aged sheriff said very dryly.

"What about Jason's phone, do we need to monitor it?"

The young assistant who had watched Cross Street Stalker asked once.

He remembers that the phone was the crucial tool that 'connected' the protagonist and the killer.

"No, you don't."

"That guy is not a fool and will not leave us with such a big flaw."

"I'm just curious ...... right now"

"Who's Jason's landlord?"

The middle-aged sheriff muttered to himself.

"I'll check it out right away."

The young assistant said and turned to leave.

"Remember to investigate that blade."

"Also, send more people near Jason's rented apartment."

The middle-aged sheriff admonished his assistant.

"Understood."

The young assistant immediately took action, while the middle-aged sheriff stood in place, his brow furrowed slightly, he always felt as if he was missing something.

……

John's home.

Basement.

John, carrying a hammer, stood in the center of the room.

He once thought he could forget the past.

In fact, during that time, he really forgot.

He lived like an ordinary person.

Laughing, crying.

Shopping, staying up late.

Those days he loved dearly.

Because, she's there.

And after she left?

Everything has become bleak.

Even the last glimmer of hope she had left him was extinguished.

The guy pushed him into the abyss.

But that guy probably didn't know that he was from there.

Right now?

He's going to let that guy and everyone associated with that guy feel the scenery.

Bang!

John picked up the sledgehammer and slammed it into the ground.

One time.

Two clicks.

Three times.

The concrete floor shook rapidly, then shattered directly, gradually revealing the box underneath.

Throwing the hammer aside, John leaned down, fumbled the cement block, and after pulling the box out, he opened it straight.

Guns were exposed.

He picked up one of them and examined it with great skill.

One after the other.

After checking everything out, John walked into the bathroom.

In the sound of the water, John completely entered the 'before' state, he took a towel to wipe the remaining water stains on his body, and then, opening the closet, took off the black suit with a white shirt.

Hula!

With the sound of his shirt shaking, John pulled out his white shirt and put it on his body.

Then, he fastened the buttons meticulously, and his movements were as delicate as a robot.

When he came out of the dressing room next to the bathroom, his half-length hair was all combed back, and although he didn't shave, the feeling of depression on his body had long since disappeared.

Only an awe-inspiring murderous aura remained.

Drops.

Text messages on his phone told him where to go to find his target.

Although he is gone, the relationship of the past is still there.

If you want to investigate something, it is naturally not difficult.

As he went out, John took a look at the garden.

He buried his dog under a tree in the garden.

Right now?

He's going to get justice for his dog.

John boarded the car, and with a kick on the accelerator, the car rushed out like an arrow.

……

Cherry Town, North District.

A building that has not yet been completed, and has fallen into the trouble of disconnecting funds, and four people are sitting here.

Compared with the dilapidated appearance, this floor is decorated but good.

Huge chandeliers, spacious sofas, refrigerators full of food, TVs, computers, game consoles, and more.

"It's so easy!"

A young man with a mustache, half-leaning on the sofa, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand, said with disdain.

"yes."

"For such an easy task, there is a reward of 20w."

"If we have a few more times, we will be able to retire."

Another man with a knitted hat sat opposite, holding a can of beer.

"Don't you wonder why that guy made us do this?"

One of the thin men pointed to the television.

At this time, the murder of a copycat of Cross Street Stalker was being shown on TV.

"Tsk."

"What's the matter with us?"

"We're just getting paid to do things."

The young man with the mustache pursed his lips disdainfully.

Then, his gaze turned to the last sturdy man who was silent.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

"Be happy."

"We've got a big job done."

“20w！”

"It's 20w!"

The young man with a mustache reminded the accomplices.

"Why did you kill that dog?"

"It's innocent."

"The client didn't let us kill it either."

The muscular man asked.

"You're talking about that dog?"

"It's annoying to me."

"Isn't it damned?"

The young man with the mustache got up from the sofa and walked straight up to the accomplice, although the young man with the mustache was a head lower than the sturdy man, and much thinner, but as the other man approached, the sturdy man couldn't help but take a step back.

Then, the sturdy man's collar was grabbed by the mustachioed young man.

"Are you feeling sorry for that dog?"

"Still ......"

"Question me?"

The young man with the mustache raised the butterfly knife in his hand as he spoke, and aimed the blade straight at his accomplice's neck.

The sturdy man's eyes jumped, and then he raised his hands in the air.

"I didn't."

He replied.

"It's better not to."

"I repeat it again, and for the last time!"

"I'm the boss here!"

"I'm the head!"

"You all have to listen to me!"

"You can't disobey my orders!"

"Do you understand?"

The bearded young man looked at the thin man in the knitted hat, and the two nodded busily.

Seeing this scene, the mustachioed young man couldn't help but smile, and seemed to be very satisfied with this effect.

That's what he wants.

A group of obedient men.

Only then will he be able to earn more money.

Isn't it just a dog?

To die is to die.

Is there anyone who comes to kill him because of a dog?

Joke!

"That's it!"

"Now we ......"

Bang!

PS Lianmei drove and blew up the fat dragon's V group...... Feilong has been writing books for ten years, and he was bombed for the first time, and he was so tired......

(End of chapter)