What to find in the basement of a gang mogul stained with color
firearms? gold? banknote
These are normal.
It is even acceptable for Jason to have a pile of corpses.
Even if these bodies are mutilated, it's okay.
These things that appeared would not make Jason dazed at all.
What made Jason really dazed was that what he saw in front of him was too unexpected.
A dilapidated bicycle, not only without a seat, but also without a rear wheel, just hung out of nowhere and placed in a glass cabinet.
For a grandfather clock, the pendulum has stopped long ago, and the hour, minute, and second hands have all disappeared, leaving only a white dial with colorful yellow, which is obviously very old.
This grandfather clock is also in a glass case.
Jason turned his head and looked to the side.
He saw... a crowbar
Jason confirmed for a few seconds that it was indeed a crowbar.
The whole body is black, placed in red velvet, and covered by the same glass cabinet as before.
And the entire huge second basement floor contained just these three things.
Judging from the solemn arrangement, it is definitely not a suspicious situation.
It's that Ahmed really values these things.
Again, this is no particular collecting hobby.
Because, on that crowbar, the smell of 'food' was exuding.
Items with the smell of 'food' are naturally extraordinary.
But there is only one 'crowbar', not the rest of the bicycles and clocks.
"It can't be distinguished accurately, can it only be roughly confirmed?"
"Also, it's no longer a 'weapon', but more... lifelike?"
Thinking about the difference between the 'food' in front of him and the 'food' in the past, Jason couldn't help reminding himself that he needed to pay attention.
Clearly, the world around us has a different 'food system'.
The thoughts in his heart did not hinder Jason's actions. As soon as he raised his hand, he smashed the glass cabinet with the 'crowbar'.
Didi, Didi!
Suddenly, the piercing siren sounded.
However, Jason didn't care.
That phone call had already been known to Emmod, and it didn't matter whether the alarm went off or not.
Lifting off a corner of the hockey mask, Jason stuck out his tongue and licked the crowbar.
Sweet, with a light rice aroma.
Hmm... It smells a bit like Old Man Mi!
Jason's eyes lit up, he held the 'crowbar' slightly, and then bit hard.
crunch!
Amid the crisp sound of metal, a corner of the 'crowbar' was directly bitten off by Jason.
Crunch, crunch!
In the crisp chewing sound, the sweetness and rice taste spread directly on Jason's taste buds.
Jason can now be sure that it is old man Mi.
He used to eat it often, and he will never forget the taste.
Then he fished out of his pocket the ketchup packet that Bob, the boss, gave him when he bought hot dogs at the fast food stand in the afternoon.
Holding the ketchup packet in one hand, he opened his mouth to bite the corner of the ketchup packet, and with a little force, the ketchup packet was torn open, and Jason squeezed the ketchup packet onto the 'crowbar'.
At this time, Jason could clearly see that there were very complicated and regular patterns inside the corner bitten off by him.
Obviously, this 'crowbar' is not simple, and has extraordinary functions.
But Jason took it for granted.
How can utensils that can become 'food' be simple
Those knives, swords, steel bars, TV towers, etc. that he ate were all special existences.
'Crowbar' naturally should be the same.
Pity... I can't cook 'crowbar'.
Only dipping sauce!
Thinking silently, Jason filled the entire 'crowbar' with tomatoes from several ketchup packets.
Then, he opened his mouth and bulged his throat.
Immediately, the whole 'crowbar' was stuffed into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
Amidst the crisp chewing sound, Jason narrowed his eyes.
Eating is always such a pleasure.
Especially when eating comes with hunger—
[Swallow the holy sword of physics (inferior imitation)!]
[Physical strength, energy, and injuries recover to a moderate degree!]
[Satiety degree +8!]
[Saturation: 152]
…
A level of satiety that wasn't high for Jason at the moment, but it didn't diminish Jason's joy in the slightest.
Because, this is completely accidental.
Putting on the mask again, Jason strode towards the door.
And the moment he pushed the door out, three fuzed grenades were thrown in.
This is Jason's previous trophy.
Using it at this time is naturally to eliminate the traces he may leave behind.
Not just the second basement.
Several other important locations, especially the two monitoring rooms, were taken care of by Jason.
Boom, boom!
The explosion of the grenade sounded one after another.
When Jason walked out of the mansion, the whole mansion was almost turned into ruins.
However, this is not the end.
Outside the door, Brian stood with a bazooka on his shoulder.
Seeing Jason coming out, he pulled the trigger on the mansion.
Whoosh!
boom!
The rocket pierced in, followed by the roar of the explosion.
The whole mansion just flew into the sky.
Then, Brian took out two strange-looking grenades from the car and threw them towards the ruined mansion.
Molotov cocktails!
Jason instantly recognized the true identities of the two grenades.
boom!
The flames soared into the sky!
The flames lit up all around!
However, apart from the sound of burning flames, there was not a single sound around.
The rich people around were all huddled in the basement of their homes. Their bodyguards held weapons and guarded the door nervously. No one dared to come out to find out what happened.
"boarding."
Brian looked at the burning fire and motioned to Jason.
Jason shook his head in refusal.
Then, without waiting for Brian to speak again, he walked directly to the darkness beside him.
He didn't mind acting with Brian, it was to show appreciation.
But that doesn't mean he's leaving with Brian.
The goal is too big!
Far better than himself.
What's more, he is a writer, and now he has to go back to write a manuscript.
As for what happened here
That's what the 'Mask Man' did, what does Jason have to do with him
Seeing Jason disappear quickly in the darkness, Brian didn't stay any longer. He opened the door and boarded the car, and stepped on the accelerator.
"Who is that daddy?"
After the car started, Kemi couldn't bear it anymore, and she asked directly.
"It's my friend."
Brian said after pondering for a moment.
"Then dad... what do you do?"
Cammy asked.
Brian fell silent.
He didn't want to lie to his daughter, but he didn't want her to know what he used to be.
Silence became the last option.
Faced with such silence, the smart girl didn't ask any more questions, but changed the subject.
"Where are we going now?"
"Are you going to Mommy's?"
"No."
"Your mother's not safe there either."
"You need a safe place."
Brian shook his head.
He knew exactly what kind of person Amoud was. Such a guy would definitely not let go of the girls who escaped from him, and would definitely take revenge and find out who destroyed his lair.
Therefore, he needs to act aggressively.
Before Aimode acts, he wants to kill Aimode first.
However, it is obviously not possible to take Kemi with him.
He can only act alone.
Fortunately, he knew a very safe place.
…
Jason returned to Room 13 on the 3rd floor of Apartment 3A.
The whole process was as silent as when he left.
After putting away the mask and the machete, and washing them for a while, Jason sat in the study wearing big pants, slippers, and a pajamas coat.
Although he knew that his writing was not good, but facing the [main mission], he had to bite the bullet and start writing.
At the beginning of the paper, he quickly wrote 'Chapter One'.
Then, he thought about whether there should be a 'preface' at the beginning of the book.
then-
Stab it!
The first page was torn off, crumpled up and thrown aside.
Jason carefully wrote a 'preface' on the second page.
then…
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
…
Two minutes later, Jason still couldn't write a word.
He didn't know what to write.
Even, I don't know how to write at all.
However, he is not one to just give up.
So I persisted for another minute.
He stood up silently, gently pulled the chair aside, then grabbed the manuscript paper on the table and began to tear it crazily.
"I can't write it!"
"I can't write it!"
"I really can't write it!"
While tearing, Jason growled.
Then, he picked up the pen and stared fiercely at the pen.
"And you!"
"You are a mature pen, why can't you write by yourself?"
"Why?"
"Why do you say?"
Of course the pen will not answer.
Only Jason's roar echoed in the room.
Naturally, such a sound penetrated the wall and fell into the ears of the police watching next door.
"Shall we go and see?"
"I feel like something happened to that writer?"
asked a young detective.
"it does not matter."
"A writer."
"They're all schizophrenic, they're all crazy."
An elderly police detective said in a leisurely manner while holding a cup of coffee.
The young detective looked puzzled.
"You think, the writer is writing a book, he is conceiving a book, he has put his body and mind into that book, and that book is a new world!"
"But what about reality? He will still return to reality. He needs to receive people and things in reality, and needs to eat, drink and sleep."
"One time, two times, three times, the two worlds interweave back and forth, shuttle back and forth."
"Normal people would go crazy."
"Not to mention writers, who stay up late every day, work and rest, and eat irregularly, and are prone to collapse."
The elderly detective explained.
"The writers are really poor."
The young police detective couldn't help sighing.
"yes."
"Occupational diseases for many years, as well as various incomprehensions, have caused writers to bear unimaginable pressure."
The older detective nodded.
"Don't understand?"
The young detective was puzzled again.
The elderly police detective didn't answer right away, but sighed slightly before speaking.
"A writer is a human being who puts almost all his energy into coding. They are different from ordinary people. They have three hundred and sixty-five days a year, no vacations, and no free time."
"If you've got any writer friends, you've been through this—"
"Can you come out to play? Sorry, I want code words."
"Come on, have dinner! Sorry, I want code words."
"Let's go on a date, let's go to the movies! Sorry, I need code words."
"It's a holiday today! Sorry, I need code words."
"After one, two, three at most, writers basically have no friends."
"They will think that writers are out of company and cold."
"Actually, they don't know how much the writer wants to go out to play, go out to dinner, and date, but... they can't do it, they need code words."
As he spoke, the elderly policeman sighed again.
Then, without waiting for the younger detective to ask further questions, the older detective continued.
"But even so, there is still a large group of people attacking them."
"Those who read pirated copies don't spend a penny, and shamelessly will leave them all kinds of messages, saying that such books are not worth reading, saying that I am poor and a college student, and look down on genuine copies. I look like I am weak but reasonable."
"But what if you really have no money?"
asked the young detective.
"No money?"
"It's just that they think that this kind of money needs to be saved and spent on more useful places, such as: nightclubs, clubs, and flirting with girls. At that time, they were all strong, and they spent ten or a hundred books on their books. Qian, without frowning."
"But once you come back to read the book?"
"They once again said that I am poor and I am justified, and I am weak and I am justified."
"It's really hehe."
The elderly police detective sneered again and again.
"It's really too much!"
"Don't they think about it, it's all about pirated copies, what does the author rely on for a living?"
The young police detective asked angrily
"What do you rely on for food?"
"Shouldn't the author go to work?"
"Writing a book can be regarded as a dedication, it can be a power generation for love, and then, just go to work to support yourself."
The older police detective said imitating someone's tone.
The young detective was dumbfounded.
"This this… "
"Do you think it's fake?"
"A writer friend of mine told me this. At that time, someone who was watching a pirated version told him so."
"Besides, that person is still laughing at the genuine readers, thinking that these people are fools and idiots."
An older detective relays something about a writer friend.
"This is really the black sheep!"
The young police detective said in a deep voice.
"Not enough! Not enough!"
"How is this enough?"
"There are also some people who watch pirated versions deliberately leave mean words in the comments of some new writers, because they know very well that no one pays attention to such new writers, and every comment will be extremely cherished, even if such comments are bitter. Being mean doesn't cut it, they enjoy it, but they don't know that doing so has the potential to literally kill a writer."
The older detective sighed again.
"Saku, the writers are really pitiful."
The young police detective couldn't help but speak.
"Sometimes they are really pitiful, but sometimes they are really happy."
"Because they have a group of real readers supporting them."
"You never thought how happy a writer would be after gaining the support of real readers. It is a kind of mutual understanding, an encouragement from the soul, and a bond that people will never forget."
The older police detective's tone was involuntarily excited.
"A real reader?"
"Understood."
"I will definitely support the genuine version!"
The young detective nodded vigorously.
The older police detective smiled and was about to say something when footsteps came from the corridor.
He immediately made a gesture to the assistant, and then climbed on the cat's eye to look.
Boom, boom, boom!
The moment there was a knock on the door, Jason opened the door.
He had already heard footsteps.
Looking at Brian and Cammy outside the door, Jason frowned. He didn't want to have anything to do with the father and daughter for the time being, but in the end he turned sideways and let them enter the room.
He could hear the monitor next to him watching with bated breath.
After closing the door, Jason pointed at Brian and pointed to the next door.
Right away, Brian understood.
"Feel sorry."
"I can't think of a more suitable candidate for the time being."
"I can only leave Kemi with you."
Brian lowered his voice and said to Jason.
"Are you going to shoot at Aimode?"
Jason asked.
"Um."
"He is not dead, I feel uneasy."
"Only when he's dead can Kemi live in the sun."
Brian didn't hide anything, and said directly.
Jason didn't refuse right away, he mused.
According to the description of "Cross Street Stalker", Ahmed is a very important character and an important part of the protagonist's change. If Ahmed is dead, the killer's arrangement is almost self-defeating.
Maybe…
Thinking of something, Jason looked up at Brian.
"how long it takes?"
Jason asked.
"Dawn!"
"Up to dawn!"
Brian gave an affirmative answer.
"She can stay until dawn."
Jason answered like this.
"Thanks!"
"Thanks for everything you have done for me!"
"Jason, I will repay you!"
Brian promised, then turned to look at his daughter.
"Cami stay here."
"Jason can be trusted."
After finishing speaking, Brian turned around and walked out regardless of the reluctance and obstruction in Kami's eyes.
Brian didn't look back, and the door slammed shut.
Jason looked at the girl huddled in the sofa chair, thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the study and bedroom.
Cammy, who had been staring at Jason, was taken aback when Jason turned around.
This back... looks familiar!
Almost instantly, Kemi thought of looking back when he was on the basement floor.
This back is exactly the same as the previous one.
And the friends my dad said.
Two people are one person!
Quickly, Cammy had an answer.
Therefore, when Jason came out with pillows and blankets in his arms, Kemi had already stood up from the sofa and looked at him straightly, as if it was the first time he had seen him, sizing him up carefully.
There is curiosity in the eyes.
There are also thick surprises.
"What's wrong?"
Jason asked without changing his face.
"Are you really a writer?"
Cammy asked.
"Well, outdated writer."
Jason nodded, didn't deny it, just added a prefix.
"What about your mask?"
Cammy asked again.
"What?"
"I can not understand what you say."
Jason flatly denied it.
He didn't mind that Brian knew his identity, because he knew that Brian would keep the secret for him, and he trusted people like Brian.
As for Brian's daughter
Seeing the other party's eagerness to try, Jason knew what he should do.
He didn't want any surprises.
"It was you who just rushed in there!"
"I can be sure!"
"Your backs are exactly the same!"
"And the way you walk, it's the same!"
Cammy ignored Jason's denial at all. She stared at Jason with wide eyes, and even circled around him, as if admiring an unexpected work.
Under such gaze, Jason remained unmoved.
He has been through too many scenes.
The one in front of me doesn't even count as pediatrics.
Throwing the pillow and quilt in his arms to Cammy directly, Jason said in a very cold tone.
"You now have two choices!"
"First, you rest here!"
"Second, get out of my room!"
After speaking, Jason ignored Cammy and turned back to the bedroom and study.
Cammy froze, she was a little frightened by Jason's indifferent tone.
It took a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "This is the living room."
"Ok, I know."
"You sleep on the sofa in the living room."
"The bed in the bedroom is mine."
Jason nodded to show that Cammy understood correctly.
"But I'm a girl!"
Cammy emphasized.
"Gender equality."
Jason returned to the desk, sat down, and said without raising his head.
"You are not a gentleman!"
"If I wasn't a gentleman, you wouldn't have pillows and comforters."
Jason retorted.
"You, you will die alone forever like this!"
Seeing Jason's appearance, Cammy threw the pillow and quilt on the sofa angrily, and nestled inside.
She told herself that as long as she endured until dawn and saw her father, everything would pass.
But after only two minutes, Kemi couldn't help getting up.
She tiptoed towards the door of the study and bedroom, and poked her head out quietly.
She wanted to see what Jason was doing.
Then, she saw Jason holding a pen, looking at a brand new manuscript with a serious expression, as if he was planning something.
Is this the writer
Cammy couldn't help thinking.
Just when she was expecting Jason to write quickly, Jason suddenly raised his head.
The eyes of the two men met.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"I'm just curious."
"sorry."
Different from the previous stubbornness, Kemi, who knew she had made a mistake, bowed and apologized in a panic. The long chestnut blond hair floated forward as she bent down, revealing her fair neck. When she straightened up again, she put her hair back When it is pulled to one side, the youthful vigor of a girl and the unique charm of a woman are fully revealed at this time.
Being able to be targeted by Emmod's gang, Kemi's appearance is naturally not bad. At this time, the movements, combined with Kemi's beautiful face, look very attractive.
Jason stood up from behind the desk and walked straight towards Cammy.
The tall and strong body made Kemi back away in fright.
"At noon, I cook the hot pot base at home. Before adding potatoes, cabbage, tofu, shrimp paste, and mutton rolls, I will definitely have a sip of soup first."
"The soup at this time tastes really good."
"Then, I will eat all the ingredients inside, leaving the hot pot soup base."
"At night, I'll add potatoes and cabbage for dinner."
"And in the middle of the night, I will turn on the fire again, cook the noodles in it, and serve it with the soup base as a special pot of noodle soup."
"Do you know why?"
Jason looked down at Cammy and asked.
"Because, because... you are poor?"
Cammy replied stammeringly.
"Um."
"So, do you know what to do?"
"I'm so poor!"
"So I'm used to being alone."
"I'm a little uncomfortable with two people."
After Jason nodded, he walked towards the sofa.
How to do it
How do I know what to do
Cammy yelled, but facing Jason, she only dared to yell from the bottom of her heart, not utterly daring to yell.
Then, she watched Jason pick up the pillow and quilt, and was about to open the door, looking like he was going to drive her out. Cammy was in a hurry, and at the moment the door was opened, she suddenly felt blessed. Shouting like a soul -
"I'll treat you to supper!"