Who would like to live under the prying eyes
nobody.
And what kind of despair and pain did the person who was able to say frankly, "Good morning, good afternoon, and good night" after finding out that he was being spied on
Jason didn't know this.
But after knowing that he was being watched, Jason couldn't calm down at all.
He sat there with his mask on, his machete on his lap, his notebook open to the second page.
I directly chose [Fried Meat Crispy Roll].
After 7 points of satiety were consumed, more content appeared on the notebook.
[The black cloth covers my eyes.]
[But the fragrance...]
[Still tangy.]
[Remember: After the cold appetizer, it is hot, it is a bit hot]
…
Then, √ appeared behind the appetizer [Crispy Roll].
A note follows—
[Background: Suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome, you not only spent all your allowance for treatment, but also insisted on leaving the veterans hospital. You walked in this familiar and unfamiliar place with ragged clothes, blankets, and a pushcart. The city, in three years, has already become different, the old legend is still there, and the new one? It also gradually began to spread...]
[Main task: Obtain city approval within 60 days.]
[Obtain a temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the instance]
[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, and equipment will be automatically restored when leaving the instance]
[Detect non-powder weapons]
(Tip: please enjoy your hot appetizer)
…
After Jason saw everything clearly, the notebook closed.
As before, he entered a strange world.
Jason checked himself immediately.
The taupe coat was fairly clean, but the cuffs and elbows had long been worn and faded, exposing the white knitted part.
Dark blue jeans, it is not clear whether they are clean or not, but the belt is only half of it, the front part is missing, and only the part that fits into the button is left, and it is broken abruptly. A ripped camouflage T-shirt on the top, A black blanket was draped over his body, down his shoulders, and covered most of his back, resisting the cold morning wind.
call.
Jason opened his mouth and let out a white breath.
He looked down at the trolley in front of him, a few plastic bottles, a few cans, and a few pieces of paper, and then...
His hockey mask and machete are at the bottom.
Stretching out his hand, his index finger passed through the gap between the steel wires of the trolley, touching his mask and the machete with a wide blade and short handle, and suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind.
"tramp."
Although there was no proof, Jason easily confirmed his identity.
Anyone who is not blind can recognize this appearance.
"Accredited by the city within 60 days?"
Looking at the description of the main mission, Jason couldn't help but frown.
The scope of this recognition is somewhat broad.
In other words, the recognition of a city.
Is it the city itself
Or people in the city
Fortunately, the latter was still within the category that Jason could understand.
If it is the former
Cities are conscious!
Not to mention how to gain the approval of a conscious city.
The mere existence of such a city was enough to make Jason shudder.
A city with consciousness.
That…
What are the people living in this city
cell
Or bacteria
Jason shook his head. After temporarily suppressing such thoughts, he began to look around.
At this moment, he should be in a park in the middle of the street.
The street lights that had been turned off and the sun rising slightly told Jason the approximate time.
The bench behind him should be his previous bed.
There are also several newspapers that serve as 'quilts' scattered on the ground.
Jason bent down to pick it up, then sat on the bench and flipped through the newspaper.
Jason has considerable experience in how to get familiar with a strange place.
Among them, obtaining the corresponding information is the first step.
But the contents of the newspaper made Jason frown.
"The Serial Disappearance of Women! "
"The Ripper in the Night! "
"Echoes of the Hanged Man!" "
…
Jason opened up a series of cases, including entertainment and current affairs news, but news about similar cases accounted for the majority.
PY86.10.20
Jason glanced at the date
Judging by the wear and tear of the paper, it certainly wasn't the last day or two.
"Need to find the nearest newspaper."
Thinking about it, Jason stood up and pushed his trolley outside.
There will be no new newspapers in the park in the middle of the street.
There are only people who get up early and do morning exercises.
There are men and women.
Most of them are elderly people.
Therefore, when a young man appears, it is undoubtedly attractive.
Especially when the young man is a good-looking woman.
The other party was wearing a blue lapel suit, which was biased towards the workplace, and also had a hint of leisure. There was a black, gray and white checkered plush scarf around his neck, and he wore small leather shoes with heels, but not high.
On the back is a black leather schoolbag with two shoulders.
At this moment, the other party was holding a photo and asking in a low voice about the old man who was exercising in the morning.
Seeing Jason looking here, the lady immediately shouted:
"Hello, please wait a moment."
Jason frowned.
He didn't want to cause any trouble for the time being.
Subconsciously, Jason was about to leave.
However, as the lady approached, a faint, sweet smell appeared in Jason's nose.
Instinctively, Jason stopped in his tracks.
He turned around and looked at the opponent's backpack.
Baked honey cookies
wrong.
It's a bit like a trough cake.
Added a lot of egg liquid and sugar.
Just out of the oven.
It should be crisp and soft in the mouth.
The lady who ran up to Jason quickly noticed the look in Jason's eyes, and immediately opened her backpack and took out a steaming paper bag.
"If you don't mind, please take it."
"I did it with my own hands."
"I'm Gichelle, a pastry chef."
The lady introduced herself and handed over the paper bag.
Jason raised his hand and took the paper bag.
"Jason, the bum."
"I don't have any money for the time being. If I have money, I will pay you back."
Jason never accepts handouts without reason.
Even the food.
"no, I'm fine."
"If you see the girl in the picture."
"Please let me know."
"She is my sister. She has been missing for three days. I am very worried about her."
As the pastry chef spoke, he took out a photo.
There are two people in the photo, standing close together, smiling at the camera.
One is the pastry chef himself, and the other is a girl who is a little younger than the pastry chef. The two have similar facial features. It can be seen that they are sisters, and the other party is not lying.
"OK."
Jason nodded.
"I can't thank you enough."
As he said that, the pastry chef handed Jason a piece of paper with the address and contact number on it, and then walked to another person, continuing the same conversation with Jason just now.
At the same time, a small packet of pastries and papers were sent out.
There is no doubt that Jason's handwritten address and contact number are not the first piece of paper, nor will it be the last.
Under Jason's gaze just now, the female pastry chef has given this piece of paper to many people.
Too anxious, worried, and not cautious enough
Jason looked at the back of the other party leaving, thinking silently.
Then, he found a shelter from the wind and opened the paper bag.
The fragrance hits my face.
Really nice breakfast.
Jason thought.
And at this moment—
"Tsk tsk, let's take a look, are homeless people eligible to eat pastries?"