The Demon’s Menu

Jason didn't open the door for the first time.

Instead, he entered the bedroom. He opened the gap between the curtains and looked out carefully.

The same number of judges as he just heard.

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

Three held the camera high, one was holding the microphone, and the other was holding something like a voice recorder.

"reporter?"

"TV station?"

"what happened?"

Jason looked at the five people, frowning.

According to the background introduction, it is impossible for ‘his last writer’ to be ignored. Even if something happened, at most it was in the cracks of local newspapers. It ’s not enough to publish a text introduction of ‘tofu block’.

This is obviously a professional-level interview?

Don't think about it.

unless……

Something really happened that was sensational.

With such a guess, Jason walked to the door.

He did not organize his clothes.

Before he knew enough about the "writer Jason", Jason thought he was still as good as possible.

Click, click

At the instant the door opened, the flashing light flashed.

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

"Mr. Jason, how do you feel about someone killing someone who imitates your plot?"

"What do you think of the murderer?"

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

The interviewer holding the microphone asked directly.

Imitate my novel to kill?

Jason was stunned.

Before opening the door, he guessed a lot of things, such as accidentally involved in the assassination of a big man or a situation that threatened the safety of the entire city, but he never thought that someone would "imitation his novel to kill"?

Are you kidding me?

Isn't such a thing a novel plot?

How does it happen in reality?

and……

Does anyone really read ‘him’ novels?

Jason's eyes involuntarily glanced at the background: as a local writer with quite a reputation, within ten years, you have only written a book that is still selling well ...

He seems to have a certain understanding of the evaluation of "has quite a reputation" and "fairly bestseller".

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

Does it matter?

Jason thought.

However, he immediately recovered.

Because these are not the most important for the time being.

The important thing is that now he does n’t even know what he wrote before.

Can't answer the interviewer's question at all.

The excitement flashing in the other person's eyes obviously wanted to dig out some big news from him.

Jason is confident that if he says something like "no comment", then a wantonly fabricated report full of speculation will be released immediately.

Therefore, he answered with a straight face—

"Illegal is wrong!"

"Compliance with the law is the obligation of each of our citizens."

"Hopefully, the police will step up efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice and settle the victim's grievances.

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

The other party obviously did not expect Jason to answer this.

For a time, the interviewer was a little stunned.

However, Jason did not.

He looked down at the interviewer in front of him.

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

"Any thing else?"

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

"Your sudden visit has disturbed me."

Jason said ‘outspokenly’, his face unnaturally showed an unhappy look, combined with the height and strength of the impact of the impact, so that the other party just swallowed back the words.

"No, no more."

The interviewer stuttered.

"Ok."

Jason nodded and closed the door.

boom!

The interviewer recovered from the collision between the door panel and the door frame.

He raised his hand subconsciously, trying to knock on the door, but eventually shrank back.

He dare not.

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 shredded and eaten.

"This Jay, Jason is a writer?"

Turning around, the interviewer asked his colleagues.

"Ok."

"I have confirmed that he is indeed a writer and has written a small and famous novel, which is very popular in small circles."

"However, with that book, the rest is not good."

"Many people are now questioning him, thinking that the book was not written by him at all."

The recorder holding the recording pen aside said very positively.

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

"What a joke?"

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

The interviewer muttered.

He was dissatisfied with the purpose of venting.

Of course, there is fear in my heart.

"What should we do now?"

"The time of the interview is too short to form the entire report time."

The recorder holding the voice recorder asked.

"Take that case as the main subject, and then edit the picture just put in and put it on the last broadcast to make up the whole time."

After this, the interviewer walked downstairs quickly.

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

Moreover, I will not come to interview this guy named Jason again.

He always felt that Jason was not a writer.

As for the previous book?

It must have been Jason who did n’t know by what means to get the manuscript of the writer and then published it.

That writer must have suffered terrible treatment.

It might have been killed by this Jason.

What a poor writer.

With such a guess, the interviewer hurried away.

Jason in the room heard the conversation of these people clearly.

He was not surprised by the interviewer's evaluation.

Just to quickly end the so-called 'interview', he unconsciously revealed a little breath.

Although it is just a little bit, it is enough for ordinary people.

The other party quickly ended the interview as he wished.

But the other party's words reminded Jason.

"Can I go to a wrestling match and then write 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.

In the beginning, even if he had the status of "writer", he was only a gimmick and would never be recognized, let alone sold his autobiography, unless he could win a championship or something.

But this is too difficult to complete in 120 days.

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

It is also difficult.

In particular, there must be a voluntary purchase by others, and each person is only counted as a limit.

You must think of a way.

Jason walked back to the study while thinking, and placed the ice hockey mask and wide-blade short-handled chopper in the drawer behind the bookshelf.

Since the reporter is here.

Can the police be far behind?

The police were faster than Jason thought.

Just two minutes after Jason put his mask and machete, his door was knocked again.

Boom, boom!

"Hello, this is Sergeant David."

"Are you here, Mr. Jason?"

A rhythmic knock on the door came from a very polite voice.

After Jason opened the door, the sergeant, who was about forty years old, dressed in casual clothes, had a beard, but had clean clothes and clean shoes.

The other person's smile has a certain affinity, and when he is young, he can be called a handsome guy in the sun.

And now?

It is also very charming.

Especially in the other party is quite polite.

"Sorry, bother, Mr. Jason."

"This is my assistant, Hunt."

The middle-aged detective pointed at the young man around him.

This is an unsmiling young man, wearing a formal black suit, white shirt, and a black tie. He stood there without a word. When David introduced him, he just nodded to Jason.

"This is my identification."

Then, the middle-aged police detective revealed the document and handed it to Jason to confirm that Jason could see clearly.

Hunt did the same.

Jason scanned two documents. The photo above was taken by two people. The name is also correct. The police number and steel stamp are also very clear. It is not a cheap product that is crudely manufactured.

"Can we go in and talk?"

After Jason nodded and motioned to see clearly, the detective asked.

"Ok."

Jason nodded and opened his body sideways.

"excuse me."

David said apologetically.

This way of dialogue will obviously draw closer to strangers.

The young man Hunter on the side still maintained the appearance that no one would enter, but his eyes glanced around quickly.

Obviously, this is observing.

Does a kindness attract attention and a calmly observe the surroundings?

Jason thought silently as he watched the combination before him.

Then he sat quietly on the sofa.

He chose the sofa with his back against the wall. Sitting here, he could clearly see the door to the bedroom and the door to the bedroom.

Although it has been concealed, Jason will not easily let people search into his bedroom.

As for the young people in front of me, will they do this?

After entering the room, the other party looked at the bedroom door at least three times.

Although the strangers shown by the other party do not enter, it is enough to explain everything.

"Please sit down."

After sitting down, Jason said.

"Thank you."

David still smiled.

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

"Mr. Jason, do you know where we came from?"

The middle-aged police detective asked with a smile.

"know."

"A reporter just came."

Jason replied.

This is a fact and need not be avoided.

"Then can you tell me, what do you think?"

The middle-aged detective continued.

"Illegal is wrong!"

"Compliance with the law is the obligation of each of our citizens."

"Hopefully, the police will step up efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice and settle the victim's grievances.

"This is what I said before."

"Now, I am the same."

Jason repeated the previous words completely, and firmly expressed his position.

The middle-aged detective was taken aback.

Like the interviewer, the middle-aged detective did not expect Jason to say that.

But unlike the interviewer, the middle-aged detective immediately recovered.

"Thank you Mr. Jason for your support."

"Then can you tell me some of your guesses?"

"You know, this may help us."

David is quite sincere, even using honorific words in his speech.

Jason's face was just right with a little embarrassment.

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

But it did not prevent him from pushing the boat.

You know, he also has a certain trouble here.

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

He never thought of a temptation, and he would be rewarded. It was really a pleasant surprise.

Faced with such unexpected surprises, he will never let go.

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

"If you can, please let me know."

"I will do my best to help you."

David became more sincere.

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

David and Hunt looked at each other and immediately followed.

The two stood on tiptoe and avoided the piles of books on the ground very carefully. When they came to the desk, they saw an extra cowhide envelope in Jason's hand.

"This was discovered when I took the newspaper from the mailbox this morning."

"No signature, address."

"There is a blade inside."

Jason said and handed the cowhide envelope over.

"blade?"

The middle-aged detective opened his eyes.

The young man also closed his eyes and looked closely at the cowhide envelope.

"um, yes."

"I was also shocked."

Jason said.

"Are you sure you will receive it more often?"

The middle-aged police detective asked.

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

"I'm a writer, and I've been writing in closed doors these days."

Jason answered.

"Is that right?"

"Relax, leave it to us, we will help you find this guy."

"If there is anything else, please contact me."

The harvested middle-aged detective did not plan to stay any longer, took out a business card and handed it to Jason, then got up with his assistant to leave.

"Please stay."

At the door, the police detective nodded.

Jason stopped in coordination, and after watching the two leave, this closed the door.

And he transcended the perception of ordinary people, but continued to hear the conversation between the detective and his assistant.

"Sergeant, why not ask more about the case?"

"Do you think he will say?"

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

"A contest?"

"I would only think that it was a thunderous snake that made people stare at this writer. I want to know his every move. Then, I tuned in the nearby monitoring. I hope to know who sent the blade to us.

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

"Sheriff, not" Cross Street Pervert "but" Cross Street Follower. "

"Is the tracker just abnormal? What's the difference?"

The assistant corrected the sheriff's words.

The sheriff seemed indifferent.

Hearing that the sheriff's smile was completely different from the previous smile, Jason was not surprised.

In front of strangers, everyone will cover up.

Only a mask is shown.

Only in front of his own person, this mask will reveal a trace.

As for the complete removal?

That is impossible.

This is human self-protection.

This is the case with others, and so is he.

"" Crossroad Tracker "?"

Jason muttered to himself, and began to search in the room.

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

Even if you live in another place, you will bring it when you have the opportunity.

And as Jason expected, on the shelf among the three bookshelves, Jason found the book and was in the most prominent position.

Raised his hand and took out the book.

Jason sat at the desk and read carefully.

Someone has imitated murder from the book. Of course, his ‘author’ must know what ’s going on.

Sitting at the desk, Jason began to read the book.

In the next four hours, only the sound of pages turning left in the study.

"Crossroad Tracker" is a reasoning book with a little fantasy.

The protagonist is an invisible detective, and his life is quite a failure. After divorcing his wife, he lives alone in a small two-storey building on the outskirts. The first floor is a detective office, and the second floor is a living room. The small building was rented, and the landlord has been owed a month's rent. After promised to help the landlord to retrieve the lost dog, this was not driven out.

And the cause of time also starts with the cat.

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

He did it just to try it.

Who knows that someone actually called to know the whereabouts of the dog.

The protagonist hurried away, but no one was seen, but the dog was found, just in front of him, with a rope, tied to the railing on the roadside.

The protagonist did not think much, returned with the dog, and returned it to the landlord. According to the previous promise, the landlord exempted the protagonist from the one month rent owed, and promised the protagonist a grace period of two weeks.

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

Then someone really came to the door.

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

The protagonist agreed directly, and received a deposit.

However, the protagonist's ability is too poor, in the face of this simple affair investigation, all are wrong.

Just when the protagonist thought he was going to fail, he received the strange call again, and the call informed him again of a location where he found an envelope with evidence of the affair of the client ’s wife.

The protagonist is already strange at this time, but in the face of the evidence that he has to get it, there is no hesitation.

Naturally, the commission is completed.

The protagonist was paid.

With this success, the client introduced more friends here. Naturally, the mysterious phone still helped the protagonist.

Success again and again has made the protagonist famous.

Although the protagonist has questioned who the opponent is more than once.

But the other party did not answer at all, just put important clues in an important place, waiting for the protagonist to get it.

The days pass by day by day.

Although the protagonist is still curious about who this 'good-hearted person' is, he needs the help of the other party and has to suppress curiosity until one day ... the police come to the door.

The police came with search warrants and arrest warrants.

They suspect that the protagonist is involved in five murders.

And, there is considerable evidence.

More than one person's protagonist appeared secretly in the crime scene.

Once was a coincidence.

How about five times?

When the police asked why the protagonist appeared at the scene of the five murders, the protagonist suddenly realized that this was where he took the 'clue'.

By this time, more than half of this book has passed.

In the remaining half, the second protagonist appeared.

It is the murderer.

One kills a target in order to hide himself, and then chooses four similar targets and mixes 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 scapegoats makes crime perfect! ’

This is what the other party said.

Unfortunately, at the end, the killer was still caught by the protagonist.

Because the landlord ’s dog recognizes the smell of this killer.

To kill the protagonist, the killer deliberately abducted the landlord ’s dog and treated it well. This caused the dog to be vigilant at all times. When he saw the killer, he kept waving his tail, which made the protagonist find it greasy.

Then, the killer was arrested in one fell swoop.

Well……

After reading the book, Jason closed the book and pondered.

How to say, creativity is okay.

But there are many loopholes.

First, there were five murders, but the newspaper did not publish them, but at the end, when the protagonist caught the killer, the reporters swarmed in.

Secondly, the killer does not have any mode of killer behavior, but instead looks like a happy criminal.

Third, from the beginning to the end, there is no mention of the killer who hired. Instead, it describes the murder scene continuously, as if it were true.

"For the first time, a woman with a broken arm and a woman who lost her arms was hung upside down in a narrow, dark alley. The body was written with blood: boring, boring, not fun."

"In the second case, the smashed man, except for one head, the completely crushed body was put in a box and thrown on the road, with a note on the head: boring, not fun."

"The third time, it's normal. The woman who died by slashing her throat. This is the real target, and there are blood words on the body: This is the third one.

"Fourth, drowning man, a lady was drowned, and there was a letter on the shore: I am ready to end."

"In the fifth case, the lady who was burnt to death by the fire outside the burning house kept a clear message in the letter: it's over, I won't play."

Five cases passed through my mind one by one.

It should be the first one now.

Jason thought, turning on the TV.

He needs more information to confirm that the progress of the case is there.

And at this time, the phone rang.

Jingle Bell ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When the phone rang for the third time, Jason answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Hello, is it Jason?"

The voice opposite was a little deep.

"Yes, you are ..."

"I'm John. I sent you a letter before. I've been waiting for your call, but you never called, so I called.

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

"However, I think this matter may be related to you."

Speaking of which, the deep voice paused.

Then this slowly said-

"My dog, was stolen."