The sudden sound of gunfire interrupted the young man with the mustache.

He looked down at his chest X-ray, the blood had already stained his shirt red, and it was still smudging, and instinctively, he turned his head, he wanted to see who fired the shot.

Dyed red, he saw John.

Dressed in a black suit and white shirt, John held a gun and pointed it at his forehead.

"Wait ......"

Bang!

Another shot.

However, the shot was aimed at the forehead.

The bullet pierced the center of the eyebrows, and the young man with the mustache fell directly to the ground.

And the gunfire did not stop.

Bang bang bang!

With three quick shots, the three accomplices, who were thin and athletic in knitted hats, lost their mobility.

And then?

Bang, bang!

Two more shots, the two men in knitted hats and thin bodies fell to the ground with their eyebrows shot in the eyebrows.

Only the sturdy man remained.

"Don't-Don't kill me!"

"We're just hired!"

"We're just hired!"

The sturdy man emphasized.

"Who hired you?"

Jason asked.

"I don't know."

"He'll call us when there's something to do, and then we'll get paid for completing the task......"

The sturdy man shook his head, pointing to a cell phone on the table, and then, he saw John raise the gun in his hand.

Suddenly, the man struggled and shouted loudly.

"Don't kill me, I didn't kill your dog!"

"It's just a ......!"

Bang!

John pulled the trigger straight.

It's still the center of the eyebrows.

"She's not just a dog, she's my everything!"

John said coldly, and then shot the four corpses on the ground four more times.

After confirming that the four were too dead to die, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, turned on the answered phone, and looked at the phone marked with ********, but John did not dial it.

He sat down on the couch and waited quietly.

He believed that the other party would call again.

As long as the other party wants to continue to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", they will definitely call.

In fact, the opponent came in faster than John expected.

Just ten minutes later—

Jingle bells!

The phone rang.

John connected a palm-sized machine to his phone, and then the call was connected.

"Bastard!"

"What do you eat?"

"I'm just going to let you dispose of the corpses and put the dogs there! It's put there! Not to kill it! ”

As soon as I picked up the phone, there was a roar from inside the earpiece.

It was a very angry roar.

"Hmm."

John didn't really speak, but answered vaguely.

"I'll tell you!"

"You don't have a chance!"

"I'll be looking for new people!"

"And not you disobedient shit!"

After the voice on the other side finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

However, it was enough for John.

He looked at the data uploaded from the machine in his hand, and after a few simple operations, he confirmed where he should go next.

John got up and walked out.

Jason had just returned to the vicinity of Apartment 3A.

The speed of the police officer driving was too slow compared to John's driving speed.

Moreover, the other party seems to have deliberately slowed down.

There was no doubt that this should have been the sheriff's arrangement.

"I guessed that the murderer was trying to recreate "Cross Street Stalker", so he 'controlled' me as the protagonist and slowed me down, so as to contain the 'killer' and get more time and initiative?"

Jason thought silently.

If he could guess, Davide could also guess.

Jason never doubted the intelligence of a sheriff.

After all, it is impossible to be a first-line sheriff who can be at the scene in person.

And what the other side does?

Jason is in favor.

There is no doubt that the current 'killer' substitutes himself in it, and he becomes the 'protagonist' of his own book, and the two need to interact all the time for the plot of the whole book to be promoted.

Once one of them doesn't keep up, it's natural for the interaction to stop.

It's just that......

Would the other party make it so easy to stop the interaction?

Even if he is 'passive' to stop.

Will there be any other arrangements?

There will definitely be!

Since the other party is already going to reproduce "Cross Street Stalker", he will naturally consider all aspects and will not be 'dragged' like this.

So, what could it be?

"Stop!"

Jason, who was thinking, suddenly spoke.

Chirping!

In the friction between the tires and the ground, the car stopped steadily on the side of the road.

The police officer driving the car looked at Jason suspiciously.

Jason gestured out the window.

There's a fast food stall there.

Although he was thinking, Jason's eyes would not miss the 'goal' that had already been set, especially if this 'goal' was related to food.

"You want a hot dog?"

The police officer was stunned and didn't react.

"Of course."

"Is there anything else that could be other than that one that attracted me?"

Jason said and pushed the door and got out of the car.

The police officer subconsciously wanted to stop him, but his hands were raised before he came back to his senses, he just sent Jason back, not escorted.

Jason is not a prisoner.

It's a fact.

Suddenly, the officer swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Jason ignored the police officer behind him, he was attracted by the smell of roasted hot dogs, sandwiches, orange juice, and fat house water.

"What is needed?"

"Hot dogs? Sandwich? Or fat house water, orange juice? ”

A chubby boss with a three-chin propped up the countertop and pointed to the price list next to him.

The price list is in the style of a small light box, and the lights are not turned on in the afternoon.

Roast hot dogs: 2.5.

Sandwich: 3.0.

Fat house water: 2.0.

Orange juice: 2.0.

……

There are four things in total, and the price is clear.

"Ten hot dogs, ten sandwiches, five fat house water, orange juice."

"Fat house water with ice."

According to his own appetite, Jason reported the amount of afternoon tea that should be served, and deliberately emphasized.

The fat boss glanced at the police car across the road, and a sudden look appeared on his face.

"Are you going to keep an eye on you?"

"That's why you're buying food for two people all day?"

"Don't worry, I'll leave it to me."

"Bob is a partner in justice."

As the fat boss spoke, he walked to the stove on the side and got busy.

Jason didn't mean anything to explain.

At the moment, he only cares about food.

A moment later, when the food was ready, the fat boss handed it to Jason.

"Seventy-five."

"Thank you for your patronage."

The fat boss said.

Jason took out his wallet, carefully counted out 75 yuan and handed it to the other party, then turned around and walked towards the police car.

"Come on!"

The fat boss made a cheering gesture behind Jason.

"Hmm."

"After closing the stall in the evening, watch the news."

Jason said as he walked, not stopping for a moment.

"What?"

The fat boss asked suspiciously, but this time, Jason didn't answer again, but got into the police car.

"Are you writing in retreat?"

The officer looked at Jason, who was carrying a large pile of food, and couldn't help but ask.

"Normal afternoon tea."

Jason replied, and then pulled out a hot dog.

It's a corn dog.

It is a hot dog wrapped in corn syrup and fried, which has both the taste of meat and the sweetness of corn, and the fat boss also added some chocolate, and when he took a bite, the slightly thick cocoa flavor and the sweetness of corn ran directly to the taste buds, and when the teeth touched the ham meat, it had a trace of elasticity, and then, pop, the casing was torn, and the juice burst out directly in the mouth.

It is not pure pork sausage, but mainly chicken, with some fish added to it.

It's delicious, but it's delicious.

Not bad.

Didn't make me look forward to it in vain.

Jason commented.

After eating a hot dog, Jason picked up the sandwich.

It's the common ham sandwich with fried egg, cheese slices, and ham slices.

However, unlike ordinary ham sandwiches, the fat boss chose beer ham as the main ingredient.

As soon as the slightly salty taste and cheese fused, it immediately reacted for a few seconds.

The fried egg and fluffy bread slices fried until crispy on both sides enhance the texture of the sandwich by more than one layer.

Uh-huh.

Jason ate two in a row and couldn't help nodding.

Knock, knock.

Belch!

I drank a glass of fat house water in one gulp and burped.

Do you need to talk more about fat house water?

Lying there, drinking one sip at a time, when the belch hits, the soul seems to be sublimated.

Orange juice is squeezed from oranges and is quite fresh.

"You can visit a second time."

Jason thought.

And the police officer who was driving the car kept looking at Jason through the rearview mirror.

Undoubtedly, this police officer was the first time he had seen someone who ate so quickly.

It's only less than 200 meters away, but I'm still in the car, but I ate a hot dog, two sandwiches, drank a glass of fat house water and a glass of orange juice, and, looking at Jason's appearance, it doesn't seem to mean to stop.

Is that really so delicious?

The officer couldn't help but guess, but in his heart he made up his mind that after delivering Jason for a while, he would go buy some to try the flavor.

The car stopped again.

"Please stay safe."

"You should be being targeted, too."

"Rest assured, though, we'll protect you."

After the officer finished his routine work, Jason unexpectedly pointed to the car in the distance.

No longer hidden?

Wrong!

Not only is it no longer hidden, it's still on display!

This is putting pressure on the 'killers'!

Said that if you want to 'reproduce', you have to break through his blockade?

Is the pressure completely on yourself?

Jason thought about the middle-aged sheriff's smiling face, and couldn't help but think.

Undoubtedly, the other party is more reliable than expected.

Again, quite cunning.

Jason was beyond ordinary people's perception, but he could clearly perceive that in the garden behind the apartment, a room on the second floor, and next door to his room on the third floor, all had eyes locked on him.

These eyes are full of vigilance, and there is no malice.

Obviously, this is the real stalker.

The car?

Nature is bait.

"Thank you."

Jason thanked him and walked to the third floor with the rest of the food.

Of course, Jason is eating while walking.

But in order to be inconspicuous, he controls himself very well.

It wasn't until he entered the room that he opened his mouth—

Call!

The air flow surged, and Jason, who opened his mouth, seemed to open a black hole, and the remaining food in his hand was directly swept away.

"Sure enough!"

"Food should be eaten in large gulps!"

Jason muttered softly.

Then, while turning on the TV, he took the copy of "Cross Street Stalker" out of his bedroom and study and began to flip through it again.

He always felt like he was missing something.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The sun began to set slowly in the west.

At about a quarter past four, Jason looked up, and he looked at the door.

A man was approaching the third floor.

The other party's steps are not hurried or slow, and they are extremely calm.

A few seconds later—

Knock, knock.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jason?"

After a knock on the door, a polite voice rang out.

Jason walked over and opened the door.

At the door, there stood a middle-aged and elderly man in a tuxedo and white gloves.

The other party has gray hair, a pocket watch chain hanging down on his chest, and his face is polite and stereotyped, which is very in line with people's image of a housekeeper.

"Hello, Mr. Jason."

"I'm Mr. Elmod's butler."

"Mr. Elmoud wants to see you."

"Of course, I won't let you go away, it's downstairs, and again, I'll compensate you for the time...... Please be able to promise that my master and I have no ill will. ”

The old butler said politely.

After speaking, he bowed to Jason.

Looking at the bowed old butler, Jason frowned.

He subconsciously thought of the protagonist in "Cross Street Stalker" who helped a husband find evidence of his wife's extramarital affair after finding the landlord's dog.

This husband is Elmod?

Jason thought, and at the same time, at the same time, understood the other party's way of coping.

Overwhelm people with power!

Jason doesn't know who Almode is, but Jason can be sure that this Elmod is definitely either rich or expensive.

Needless to say, just look at the other party's housekeeper.

People who can afford to hire such a qualified housekeeper naturally have a pivotal position in 'Cherry City'.

And such a big man is enough to make the middle-aged sheriff's various arrangements in vain.

Is that how you cope?

It's really nice!

Jason said something from the bottom of his heart, and said to the old butler in front of him, "Yes." ”

"Thank you so much!"

"Please come with me."

The old butler had a look of joy on his face, and after bending down again, he walked straight ahead to lead the way.

As the old butler said, Jason would not be kept away.

In fact, the meeting place for that Mr. Elmode was downstairs.

An elongated, silver-white car parked there.

Even people who don't know how to drive can feel expensive when they see the car.

Of course, that's not all.

Two black cars were parked in front of and behind the silver-white elongated cars, and six bodyguards wearing sunglasses stood on either side of the convoy, their backs to the cars, facing both sides.

The sunglasses obscured the view, but Jason could feel the scrutiny.

As soon as he appeared, this scrutiny followed.

It was clear that Alter's bodyguard was not a showman.

But Jason was more interested in that Mr. Elmod!

Because—

He smelled 'food'!

(End of chapter)