Amidst the heart-piercing shouts, John just knelt on the ground, and his whole body began to tremble.
After a few seconds, he stretched out his hands and carried the puppy out of the cardboard box.
Then, the dejected man held the puppy in his arms and stroked it gently.
It seems to be looking forward to the resurrection of the dog.
But the puppy has drooping ears and stiff limbs, and has long been unable to respond to its owner.
The dejected man knelt there in a daze, his posture gradually loosened, from kneeling to cross-legged, he seemed to have completely collapsed a moment ago, but at this moment, a trace of coldness was coming from the man's body. It burst out slowly from the depths of the body.
"Jason."
The depressed man spoke suddenly.
"Um?"
Jason looked at this depressed man, and his perception beyond ordinary people told him that the current John has become extremely dangerous, if the previous John was like a tiger bound by chains.
And now
The chain is broken.
The Tigers are coming out!
"He, everything related to him, is mine."
After speaking, John got up holding the puppy's body and left.
Who he is is self-evident.
Jason didn't have any objections.
He'd love to have someone to take care of his troubles, especially when there's no 'food' involved.
Watching John leave, Jason also walked towards the entrance of the alley, and he was going to take a taxi back.
When he left the room, Jason brought his wallet out just in case.
As for walking back
When there is a more convenient means of transportation, Jason will not choose the most primitive way.
Although he can be faster, he has not lost sight of where he is.
Compared with the previous "menu" worlds, the world in front of him is undoubtedly the most advanced. Probes abound on the road, and Jason doesn't want to be discovered by these probes.
Similarly, he was unwilling to go far to avoid the probe.
Jason, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, stood in the waiting area, quietly waiting for the taxi to appear.
However, what he waited for was the Sergeant David.
Behind the other party is the young assistant Hunter.
At this moment, the assistant stared at Jason suspiciously.
Obviously, he should have discovered that he was being teased by John's 'little trick', but he was not sure who was teasing him.
"call."
"It's good to see you all right, Mr. Jason."
The middle-aged police chief seemed to have let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Jason with a friendly smile.
"What's wrong?"
Jason asked knowingly.
"Hunter was distracted by a guy just now. We thought that guy was a copycat and sent a lot of people to hunt him down, but he slipped away."
"Then we knocked on your door and found no answer."
"It really freaked me out at the time, I thought something had happened to you."
"It's a good thing someone here reported seeing you."
On the face of the middle-aged sheriff, there was an expression of sob and lingering fear.
Then, the other party changed the subject.
"Can you tell me why you came back here?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged sheriff looked at Jason.
Although he still had a friendly smile, there was a flash of light in his eyes unconsciously.
Although it was fleeting, it was seen by Jason.
Is this what it really is
Jason was thinking in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"curious."
He answered like this.
"curious?"
"Well, that's right."
"As the author of "Cross Street Stalker", it is natural to be curious that imitators suddenly appeared."
The middle-aged sheriff nodded approvingly.
Then, after the other party's words paused for a while, they suddenly spoke again.
"Mr. Jason, can you tell me why you described the scene in such detail?"
"It's like...you saw it with your own eyes."
When he said this, the middle-aged sheriff looked closely at Jason's eyes, not letting himself relax.
"For truth."
"I try to be authentic."
"But because of this, there are some flaws that should not have appeared."
Jason answered the answer he had already thought about.
When he was reading "Cross Street Stalker" which he "written" before, he had thought that such a picture would appear.
After all, the impressions of David and Hunter on Jason were not like sacks.
The situation in front of him told Jason how necessary it was to prepare in advance.
"So this is ah!"
The middle-aged sheriff nodded suddenly, and then, as if he realized that Jason was standing in the waiting area at this moment, the middle-aged sheriff immediately showed that kind smile again.
"Mr. Jason, are you planning to return to Apartment 3A?"
"Yes."
Jason nodded, not hiding it.
"It just so happens that my person is going there, do you mind if he sends you off?"
asked the middle-aged sheriff.
"Of course I don't mind."
Jason laughed.
Of course he knew what the sheriff wanted to do.
It is nothing more than to better monitor and observe him.
But he won't mind.
Do you know that saving a car fare is enough to buy an extra hot dog or sweet corn
When he just left apartment 3A in John’s car, he saw a fast food stall on the corner of the street, and there was a pizza shop about 200 meters away from the apartment, and there was another fast food restaurant diagonally opposite. There is a restaurant in Mi, and there is a very distinctive open-air restaurant 300 meters away, and…
Recalling the restaurants and restaurants that were unconsciously recorded in my mind.
Jason went straight into the car of the sheriff's subordinate.
Amidst the roar of the car's engine, Jason quickly disappeared from the eyes of David and Hunter.
"Do you believe what he said, Sheriff?"
Hunter asked unconsciously.
"what you think?"
David asked back.
"I am not sure."
The young assistant shook his head.
When Jason was speaking just now, this young man subconsciously observed Jason, hoping to find a flaw, but unfortunately, he didn't see anything at all.
"If you're not sure...then find out why you're not sure."
"Whether it's instinct or experience, if you're not sure, find it out."
The middle-aged sheriff pointed to his assistant.
He will not complain or despise his assistant for not seeing the most critical point.
Because, at the same age as his assistant, he would not have noticed these things.
And, if his assistants found out, they wouldn't have to be his assistants at all.
"Have you seen Cross Street Stalker?"
asked the middle-aged sheriff.
"Seen."
The young assistant nodded immediately.
There have been imitators, and the young assistant will make up for it even if he hasn't seen it before.
"Then what do you think of it?"
The middle-aged sheriff pointed to the alley that Jason had just walked out of.
Not the alley where the murder happened, but the one next door.
The young assistant was taken aback.
The middle-aged sheriff had already walked towards that alley, and David, who had a friendly smile on his face, easily learned from the people living here that Jason had been to this alley.
Jason's body shape and grooming are really impressive.
"Jason has been here, so..."
"Not an imitation!"
"It's a reappearance!"
"The murderer wanted to reproduce the contents of the book "Cross Street Stalker", so he started to create murders, and at the same time led Jason here."
Facing the hesitant assistant, the middle-aged police chief said simply.
"Then Jason's phone, do we need to monitor it?"
asked the young assistant who had seen "Crossroads Stalker" once.
He remembered that the phone was a vital prop to 'connect' the protagonist and the killer.
"Need not."
"That guy is not a fool, he won't leave us such a big hole."
"I'm just curious now..."
"Who is Jason's landlord?"
The middle-aged sheriff whispered to himself.
"I'll check right away."
The young assistant turned around and left.
"Remember to investigate that blade."
"Also, send more people around Jason's rented apartment."
The middle-aged sheriff told his assistant.
"clear."
The young assistant took action immediately, while the middle-aged sheriff stood there, frowning slightly, he always felt that he seemed to have missed something.
…
John's house.
basement.
John stood in the middle of the room with a hammer.
He used to think he could forget the past.
In fact, during that time, he really forgot.
He lives like an ordinary person.
Laugh and cry.
Go shopping and stay up late.
The days he loved so much.
Because, she is here.
And after she left
Everything was darkened.
Even the last glimmer of hope she left him was snuffed out.
That guy pushed him into the abyss.
But that guy probably doesn't know, he's from there.
Now
He wants that guy and everyone related to that guy to experience the scenery there.
boom!
John swung the sledgehammer and hit the ground hard.
one time.
Twice.
Three times.
The cement floor shook quickly, and then shattered directly, gradually exposing the box below.
Throwing the hammer aside, John bent down, touched the cement block, lifted the box out, and opened it.
A gun was revealed.
He picked up one of them and inspected it proficiently.
One after another.
After checking everything, John went into the bathroom.
With the sound of running water, John completely entered the "before" state. He wiped the remaining water stains on his body with a towel, then opened the closet, and took off the black suit with white shirt from it.
Hula!
Amidst the shaking of his clothes, John took out his white shirt and put it on.
Then, he fastened the buttons meticulously, as fine as a robot.
When he came out of the dressing room next to the bathroom, all his half-length hair was combed back. Although he hadn't shaved, the sense of depression on his body had long since disappeared.
Only an awe-inspiring murderous aura remained.
Drip, drop.
The text message from the mobile phone told him where to find the target he wanted.
Although gone, but the past relationship is still there.
It's not difficult to investigate something.
When going out, John glanced at the garden.
He buried his dog under a tree in the garden.
Now
He's going to get justice for his dog.
John boarded the car, kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out like an arrow.
…
Cherry City, North District.
On the top floor of a building that was caught in the trouble of breaking the chain of funds before it was completed, four people were sitting here laughing and joking.
Compared to the dilapidated appearance, this floor is well decorated.
Huge chandeliers, spacious sofas, refrigerators full of food, TVs, computers, game consoles and more.
"It's so easy!"
A young man with a mustache leaned halfway on the sofa, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand, and said disdainfully.
"yes."
"For such an easy task, there is a reward of 200,000."
"A few more times and we'll be able to retire."
Another man in a knitted hat sat across from him, holding a can of beer in his hand.
"Don't you wonder why that guy asked us to do this?"
One of the thin men pointed to the TV.
At this time, the murder of the imitator of "Cross Street Stalker" was being broadcast on TV.
"Tsk."
"What's the matter with us?"
"We're just getting paid to do things."
The young man with a mustache curled his lips in disdain.
Then, his gaze turned to the last robust man who was silent.
"Hey, what were you thinking?"
"Be happy."
"We've accomplished a big job."
"20w!"
"It's 20w!"
The young man with the mustache reminds his accomplices.
"Why did you kill that dog?"
"It's innocent."
"The client didn't ask us to kill it either."
asked the burly man.
"Are you talking about the dog?"
"It annoys me to death."
"Isn't it supposed to die?"
The young man with the mustache stood up from the sofa and walked straight to the accomplice. Although the young man with the mustache was a head lower than this strong man and much thinner, as the accomplice approached However, the strong man couldn't help but took a step back.
Then, the collar of this strong man was grabbed by the young man with a mustache.
"Are you feeling sorry for that dog?"
"Still in..."
"Doubt me?"
While talking, the young man with a mustache raised the butterfly knife in his hand, aiming the blade straight at his accomplice's neck.
The strong man's eyes twitched, and then he raised his hands high.
"I don't."
He answered like this.
"It's better not to."
"I repeat it again, and it's the last time!"
"I'm the boss here!"
"I am the head!"
"You all have to listen to me!"
"You can't disobey my orders!"
"Understand?"
The young man with the mustache looked at the thin man in the knitted hat, and the two nodded hurriedly.
Seeing this scene, the young man with a mustache couldn't help smiling, as if he was very satisfied with the effect.
This is what he wants.
A group of obedient men.
Only in this way can he earn more money.
Isn't it just a dog
If you die, you die.
Did anyone else come to kill him for a dog
joke!
"alright!"
"Now, we… "
boom!