The Demon’s Menu

dog?

Jason was startled, and he subconsciously thought of the beginning of the "Crossroad Tracker" he had just seen.

In that beginning, the protagonist stepped into the killer's trap step by step because he was looking for the landlord's lost dog.

Thinking of this, Jason said half-jokingly.

"Aren't you my landlord?"

"Ok."

"I am your landlord."

A positive answer came from the receiver, and Jason frowned.

What a coincidence?

Do not!

Not coincidence, but arrangement!

Most likely, I arranged everything when I stayed here!

And the guy who arranged all this?

Naturally the guy who created the murder as described in the book!

What the other party wants to do is not just to create a murder case!

But ...

Reproduce the content of "Crossroad Tracker"!

There was a rough guess when Jason thought about the electrical connection, but his brows were tighter.

Because, he has no memory of how to rent here.

He was here as soon as he appeared.

The previous memory?

absolutely not!

Even the cats and dogs ‘he’ does n’t know what the name is.

And when Jason thought, the voice over the microphone continued.

"I want to meet up, can I?"

The other party asked.

"can."

Jason gave an affirmative answer.

He wanted to know more, so he had no reason to refuse.

The landlord named ‘John’ came faster than expected.

Just five minutes after Jason lowered the receiver, the door knocked--

Boom, boom!

"It's me, John."

The knocker reported himself.

After Jason habitually checked, this opened the door.

This is a man who looks thin but full of strength. His face is quite handsome, but his beard is unshaven, his hair is very long, and it grows to spread on the sides of his cheeks and shoulders, so that the other party looks a sense of decadence. It's even simpler. A pair of jeans has grayish white long sleeves and some stains on it, which makes the already decadent opponent look more lonely.

"Sorry, in order not to let people see, I had to do something extra."

The other party walked in directly, and after Jason closed the door, he pointed to the stain on his clothes.

Jason nodded nonchalantly.

However, his eyes still stared at each other.

Jason could clearly feel the dangerous atmosphere of this seemingly decadent, lonely man, full of "dejected" men all over his body.

In ‘Nightless City’, Jason has seen a lot of such people.

Each one is a famous lone traveler.

Of course, he didn't have much contact with these people, but he had seen them when he delivered them.

But this does not prevent Jason from remembering the "old man" and giving him advice: Do n’t mess with such people, you ca n’t afford it, if you do n’t want to be yourself, including relatives, friends, and subordinates all around you, then old Honestly away.

Will someone steal a dog like this?

Jason mourned for the other party.

Obviously, this dog is important to John in front of him.

To put it simply, this is not a relationship that has not been caused.

It's ... never ending.

When Jason looked at John, this John was also looking at Jason.

This is the first time he has seen Jason.

Before, when Jason checked in, the administrator of the apartment had filed with him, but at the time, he had no mood to take care of it.

He has never seen a writer look like this.

With a height of nearly two meters, strong muscles, and thicker arms than ordinary people's thighs, it looks more like a wrestler than a writer.

The writer holding the pen should be gentle.

Is Jason holding a pen in front of him?

It will only make people nervous and worried!

Because they are afraid that Jason will poke the pen into his body!

Is the pen the weapon of the writer?

John couldn't help thinking of a famous quote.

At this time, he felt that this famous saying was quite reasonable.

Then he took a step back in silence.

Not only was he worried about Jason's violent injury, but also because he was acutely aware of the deadly danger in Jason.

This is the intuition given to him by his previous profession.

Intuition that can never go wrong!

Jason and John, the two stood in the hallway and looked at each other.

After more than ten seconds, the two moved together.

The two people began to move sideways, moving step by step to the sofa. During this process, the two people's eyes never left each other, both staring at each other's eyes, and watching each other's arms, legs and feet, Even after standing by the sofa, the two of them did not change their movements, and even unconsciously pinched the back of the sofa with their hands.

The sofa can not only be used to sit, but also used to stretch.

Of course, it can also be used as a shield.

Squeak, squeak!

In the friction between the sofa legs and the floor, Jason and John dragged the sofa back.

The two stopped until they touched the wall behind each other.

Then, he sat on the sofa at the same time.

John bowed slightly, just like a leopard with power, and could burst with a little wind and grass.

Jason was much more normal, sitting upright and legs slightly apart, but his feet moved back slightly in the slippers, covering the toes that were bent and buckled with the upper of the slippers.

Jason promised that if his toes were pressed hard, he would bounce up the first time,

When an accident occurs, he can not only react in the first place, but also complete an effective counterattack.

The two fell silent again.

Only the sound from the TV is left--

"According to reports, this murder occurred in a remote alley. The poor lady was cut off her arms and hung upside down. The body was also written: boring, boring, not fun."

"A friend who has seen Cross Street Follower must be familiar with this scene."

"However, this time it is no longer in the book, but in reality."

"Someone is imitating the killer in Cross Street Tracker and is murdering."

"Fortunately, we interviewed the author of this book ..."

Mosaic pictures were broadcast on the TV, but this seemed to make people want to peep.

Afterwards, the parsed pictures appeared, and with the host's explanation, it suddenly made people feel a creepy feeling.

Irritation, fear.

After the combination of the two, the curiosity born is enough to attract people's attention.

In particular, Jason ’s interview was finally inserted.

Jason's voice did not come out, there was only one picture.

And this picture is still shaking up and down.

What happened

Then, as soon as the picture changed, he returned to the studio.

"We met the writer of" Crossroad Tracker ", but the signal does not seem to be good ..."

The host continued.

And Jason is not interested in listening anymore.

He turned off the TV directly.

A group of guys for rating, what can't they make up?

Even if the other party said he killed, Jason was not surprised.

After all, an outdated author who takes risks in order to gain attention is justified.

"I have read your book."

After Jason turned off the TV, John suddenly spoke.

"how do you feel?"

Jason asked smoothly.

He hopes to break the silence between the two.

Otherwise, he could not ask anything at all, let alone get some useful news.

"Dead body description, very good."

"Professional level!"

"I wondered how you could write such a professional thing before, but now?"

John looked at Jason again and said nothing more.

Although I didn't say it, the meaning was obvious.

"I am a writer."

Jason emphasized.

Then, I added a sentence in my heart: at least this is the identity.

"I am also just a landlord."

"A guy who has just lost his wife and then left his wife to me for the most precious thing."

John also emphasized.

"Your wife?"

Jason asked just right.

"Disease took her life."

John said sadly.

"Sorry."

Jason said sincerely.

He could see that the man in front of him should love his wife very much.

Naturally, they will also love the pets left by their wives.

Listening to Jason's sincere apologies, John seemed to open the conversation box.

"After meeting my wife, I chose to retire. I hope to live a simple and peaceful life with my wife, but accidents always happen."

"The disease took her before."

"I can not do anything."

"Because I am not a doctor."

"But now someone has taken away the most precious thing she left me, I think I need to do something."

John said slowly.

"I believe you can do it."

Jason nodded.

"So, we need to find the **** who stole my dog ​​now-I'm worried about Daisy being hurt, and I don't want her to be hurt a little, even a little."

John said, taking a deep breath.

Then he continued: "Since he imitates everything in your book, he will naturally call you."

"Ok."

Jason didn't refute.

Then he asked curiously.

"How did you lose ... her?"

Jason originally wanted to say it.

But the words came to his lips, and he changed it to her.

Jason doesn't mind respecting the pet owner's claims, as long as the other party is not malicious.

"This morning, when I was going to see my wife, Daisy was in the car. When I returned, Daisy was gone, my car was pryed, and the technique was very professional."

"No fingerprints, no footprints, no traces."

"Then the" Crossroad Tracker "came out on the radio to imitate the murder. I naturally thought of you as the author, and I am still your landlord."

John explained, looking at the only phone in the room.

He is waiting for a call from the imitator.

then?

He will send the other person to confess.

"imitate?"

"I don't think it's imitation."

Jason said this after slightly adjusting his sitting posture.

Immediately, John's attention was attracted.

"Since I live here, and you happen to have another dog, this is no longer an imitation."

"Instead ..."

"Reproduce!"

Jason increased his tone, and he looked at John without blinking.

"The other party wanted to reproduce what happened in Cross Street Tracker, and what happened inside was synchronized. The protagonist was lured into the trap step by step by the killer, and the killer also killed the innocent at the same time. And now? "

"Your dog should be near the murder case just now!"

As soon as Jason's voice fell, John stood up and prepared to go out.

John can't wait to pick up his own Daisy.

But at this time-

Jingle Bell!

the phone is ringing.

After John's footsteps, he looked at the phone.

Jason picked up the receiver directly.

"Hey."

"How does it feel to regain attention?"

A purposely changed voice appeared.

The other party suppressed the mischievous smile.

Both proud and sarcastic.

"not so good?"

Jason replied lightly, his tone very calm.

And this calmness made the voice on the opposite side pause for a while. The other party didn't seem to expect Jason to be so calm. The other party expected Jason to feel angry even if he didn't show anxiety.

But now?

calm.

"Fun! Fun! It's so fun!"

"This is the" writer "I am looking for!"

"Come here, the game begins!"

The other person made a laugh mixed with excitement and gasp, the kind of hoarse but extremely excited.

After four or five seconds, this laughter stopped.

The other party's intentionally changed voice came again.

"You already guessed where the dog is?"

"that……"

"We continue."

The voice fell and hung up over there.

Jason kept the initial calm and hung up the phone.

As for the perverted behavior of the person opposite the earpiece?

Jason was not surprised.

If it is not normal, how can such a thing be done.

just……

Why does this "abnormal" stare at him?

Or, to be precise, there are so many excellent novels, why choose the novel of the author who is about to pass the air?

Just to get him attention again?

This thought appeared in the bottom of Jason's heart, but was immediately denied by Jason shaking his head.

He looked at John.

"together?"

Jason asked.

He needs to visit the scene.

Although the police have been there, most of the valuable clues should be collected, but Jason still wants to go there to see.

After all, he has an unusual search method.

He was once also an unqualified 'detective'.

Thinking of his previous 'detective' career, he suddenly wanted to eat the pastries just baked.

"can."

John did not refuse.

Jason's performance made him no reason to refuse.

Moreover, this incident was also caused by Jason.

"I made some preparations, and the policemen staring here should be distracted."

When he went out again, John told Jason.

And, when he went out, he bent down directly.

Outside the apartment is a one-sided corridor. Looking through the concrete fence on one side, you can directly see the street below.

At this moment John is walking against this fence.

Then, when he looked back at Jason, he found that Jason didn't know when he appeared on his side.

quietly!

John's heart was cold.

He has tried to overestimate Jason, but only then did he realize that Jason still seemed to underestimate.

At first glance, Jason is the kind of person who is strong and suitable for frontal assault, but at the moment it is dexterous like a cat ... No, no, not a cat, but a strong leopard.

Maybe it's a rhino?

John looked at Jason's strong figure and quickly changed the adjective.

Then, I looked at Jason's big pants, pajamas, and slippers.

John wanted to remind Jason, but in the end he said nothing.

At this time, it is most important to find Daisy.

Jason and John go hand in hand.

The two easily reached the parking lot behind the apartment.

An old-fashioned car that does n’t fit the age is parked here.

Not a classic car.

It's a car with three color bars, but it looks more like a muscle sports car.

"Good car."

Jason commented.

He is a qualified ‘postman’ and he knows a lot about cars.

Although he can't call the brand of the car in front of him, he can see that the car in front of him is not only well maintained but also modified in many places.

For faster conversion.

After Jason opened the door of the co-pilot and sat inside, he even confirmed this.

The front row is as usual, and the unnecessary things in the back row are all removed.

Including, seat.

This is to lose weight.

However, just after Jason sat in, the car tilted slightly.

Jason weighs more than he shows.

John glanced at his car with a slight heartache, then stepped on the accelerator.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the whole car exploded with its unique roar, just like a beast on land, rushed straight out with a roar.

Without further inquiry, John, who had already investigated clearly, drove straight to the scene of the murder: Olive Street.

Olive Street, located in the northern district of Cherry City, is a street in the old town.

It was once brilliant here.

But with the passage of time, the migration of the rich, the Southern District replaced the Northern District, and Olive Street has become a lot of broken ones. Those shops that originally looked quite fashionable at the time represent backwardness.

However, the cheap apartments one after another provide cheap housing for many civilians and migrant workers.

The body was found in the alley between the apartment.

As described in the book, here is a narrow, dark alley.

Even worse.

The sun was completely blocked by the apartments on both sides, and there was not a little light coming in, making it not only dark but also a little cold, and the residual **** smell was constantly drilling into the nose of those who were approaching.

Jason saw the cordon pulled up by the police in the distance.

Several police officers were standing there, guarding the scene and blocking the approaching reporters.

These reporters are like flies smelling blood, buzzing around.

Those who live here are worried and frightened.

Jason believes that more police officers are investigating and asking for confessions, while also appeasing the local residents.

He glanced at John.

"Daisy? Daisy?"

John shouted eagerly.

Unfortunately, no response was heard.

After squinting at Jason's eyes, John immediately searched around.

He has also read the book "Crossroad Tracker", and according to the description in the book, his dog should be near the murder scene.

And Jason?

He slowly approached the murder scene.

Of course, it did not cross the cordon.

Jason stood behind the crowd, his vision crossed the cordon and looked inward, just like the crowded reporters around him.

However, compared to the reporters who dig into the upper body and wish they could observe the murder scene more closely, Jason stood upright.

He was tall, not crowded, and could see what was inside.

A piece of blue plastic cloth.

This large blue plastic cloth not only encloses the end, but also blocks everyone's sight, and can only make people guess the situation inside.

Jason unconsciously looked up at the apartment on both sides.

It was blocked in front of me.

What about the height?

Then, Jason saw several people who probed their brains in the apartment. From their appearance, they should also be journalists, and their faces were annoyed.

Obviously, this blue plastic cloth should completely block all sight.

Of course, not everyone.

Except for the police, at least two people will not be blocked.

The person who first discovered the scene of the crime will not.

and also……

Naturally, the murderer who arranged the crime scene will not.

The former should still be confessing at the police station at this time, while the latter?

Jason directly opened the sense of death!

His eyes glanced around.

Some murderers will have a great chance to return to the scene of their crime.

This is especially true of the vain people.

They are happy to see the police working in vain and futile, preferring to see the scene of horror around them.

It may even create clues to confuse the case handlers.

On the phone just now, judging from the other party's words, it is very like this person.

It's just that Jason looked around for a week. Except for the police, he didn't see a person who was contaminated with the end of life, but the remnants of life were very clear.

Undoubtedly, the end of the alley is not the location of the first incident.

The other party just used it as a stage for self-expression, and there were other places where the real crime occurred.

And now the remnants?

It should be where John dog is placed.

Jason walked along the remnants of lifelessness.

Soon, he walked from the murder scene to the alley next door.

Unlike the alley just now, the apartments on both sides of this alley are high and low, and the sun shines from the low side, reflecting on the walls and glass of the apartment on one side.

The reflected sunlight makes the same narrow place bright.

Under the light, the darkness suddenly dissipated.

It is just across the first floor, but it is like being in two worlds.

The alley was full of anxiety.

It was full of ease in the afternoon.

Jason walking here did not hide his whereabouts, he walked in the eyes of everyone.

In the afternoon, a tall, sturdy man who couldn't completely cover his muscles even in his pajamas. Wearing big pants and slippers and walking in a dense apartment area is undoubtedly conspicuous and eye-catching.

Many people stared at Jason ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but none of them went up.

Jason's tall and strong body is enough to scare away most people.

Therefore, Jason went quite smoothly to the end of the dead air: a cardboard box.

The carton in front of him was contaminated with the remnants of the previous one, and inside the carton was a richer lifelessness.

Jason narrowed his eyes, and he guessed what he was thinking.

At this moment, John, who had searched for the other side, arrived. When he saw the carton, he immediately crossed Jason and rushed towards the carton.

Standing in front of the carton, the dejected man stretched out his hands slightly and opened the carton slowly.

Inside the carton, a puppy curled up inside.

There was no breath.

"Daisy!"