Faint, 'food' smell.
It's so tempting.
The corners of Jason's mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Having just finished his afternoon tea, he definitely doesn't mind having a formal dinner right away.
The old butler who had already passed Jason did not see Jason's upturned mouth, he was performing his duties.
The old butler walked quickly to the silver-white elongated car, raised his hand and knocked on the window.
Clang, clang.
"Master, Mr. Jason is here."
After the knocking sound fell, the old housekeeper said.
"Um."
Amidst the moderate response, the car door opened a crack.
The old butler immediately opened the car door, turned around and raised his hand to make a gesture to Jason.
"please."
After Jason nodded, he got into the car directly.
Just like the lengthening situation seen from the outside, the interior of this car is quite spacious. Even with Jason's height and strong figure, he can easily turn around and sit down while bending over.
Of course, more importantly, luxury.
Leather seats, panoramic sunroof, and solid wood floors under your feet. There is an aisle next to the seats, and rows of drinks are placed there.
It's not like the interior of a car at all, but a small room.
"What do you need to drink?"
asked the owner of the car.
"water."
Jason replied, and began to look at the unusually big man in front of him, Emmod.
Aimode has a square face, not handsome, but quite imposing. His hair and beard are thick and neatly combed. The other person sitting there is wearing a white suit, with a black shirt inside the unbuttoned suit. Erlang's upturned legs showed the opponent's black leather shoes.
Of course, the most important thing is the faint smell of 'food'.
Not long ago, the other party came into contact with some kind of 'food'!
What could it be
Jason guessed, looking into the other's eyes.
What Jason was most concerned about was the other party's eyes.
Because, just now, the smiling eyes were hiding a trace of malice.
It's malice, not vigilance.
Even if it's fleeting, but Jason can be sure of it.
It was precisely because of the affirmation that Jason was a little curious.
He can be sure that this is the first time the two sides have met.
Could it be... I knew him before
Jason thought to himself.
He has no previous memory, which makes him feel constrained again.
"Hello, Mr. Ahmed, have we met?"
After receiving the bottled water handed over by the other party, Jason asked casually.
"No."
"This is the first time we've met."
Ahmed shook his head and replied with a smile.
No
Where did that malice come from
Jason was puzzled from the bottom of his heart, but Ahmed's words did not stop.
"However, I have read your book, Cross Street Stalker."
"Well... very real."
After pondering for a while, Aimode commented like this.
Facing such an evaluation, Jason didn't know how to answer at all.
He has also read books written by 'himself'.
It has a wonderful side, but there are also many mistakes and omissions. From an objective point of view, Jason can admit that this book is barely classified into the ranks of fantasy books, which is really reluctant.
However, when he wrote this book
Everything becomes subtler.
There was both a tinge of embarrassment and a tinge of helplessness.
The next second, Jason smiled.
"Thanks"
A famous person said that when you don't know how to answer, just smile.
"No, no no."
"I'm not misanthrope."
"I mean it with all my heart."
Aimode waved his hand, and seemed to be speaking sincerely, but immediately, this extraordinary figure suddenly sat upright, leaning forward like a leopard about to prey.
"However, this does not mean that I am used to being the character in it!"
"That guy, that imitator asked me to come here to find you and commission an investigation into my wife's affair."
"It's ridiculous!"
"He picked the wrong target."
Emily said coldly.
At this moment, the smile on the other party's face has completely subsided, leaving only a cold one.
A trace of murderous aura was involuntarily revealed.
Jason was not surprised.
For a big man like Emmod, it is difficult for you to guess what he has done for his current status.
However, Jason was quite sure of one thing.
For a big man like Aimode to actually follow the arrangement of that 'killer' to meet him, he must have been caught by that 'killer'.
Otherwise, the other party would simply ignore that 'killer'.
Of course, including him.
After the simple politeness, Ahmed has revealed his true disposition hidden under the politeness.
That is a kind of contempt for ordinary people.
Jason's silent thinking clearly made Emily misunderstand something.
"I know you have nothing to do with him, you are also a victim."
"You're a pretty lucky fellow, though."
"He provoked me, so I will take care of him."
"And you?"
"Stay here, don't do anything, just stay here, understand?"
Aimode stared at Jason and said word by word.
There is no doubt in the words.
"no problem."
Jason shrugged.
Of course, this is only a superficial promise.
Secretly, Jason had already planned.
If he didn't mind "watching" honestly before he figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing, when "food" appeared, this "watching" had already changed.
Become, join!
It becomes, and hunts!
He is hungry.
Ahmed didn't see this, he saw that Jason was the same as the person he met before.
It's all so... well, humble.
How humble.
Evaluating this writer who doesn't look like a writer at all from the bottom of his heart, Emmoder became more and more disdainful.
Even, he didn't even want to pretend to be a disguise, so he said it so simply.
"Very well, you are a smart man."
"Smart people live long."
"Go back now."
"Go back to your apartment and stay there until that guy gets hanged by me."
After finishing speaking, Ahmed waved his hand and signaled Jason to leave.
Jason opened the door and got out of the car. The old butler was standing beside the car. After closing the door, he looked at Jason with a smile.
"Mr. Ahmed is a little angry, so please forgive me if there is anything."
As the old housekeeper spoke, he handed Jason a thick envelope.
Jason didn't refuse.
The afternoon tea just now left him with 101 yuan in his deposit, one of which was in coins, and this in itself was a good compensation.
After receiving the envelope, Jason walked quickly towards Apartment 3A.
"Borrowing the power of the big man to break through the blockade of that Sheriff David, then how will you deal with the revenge of the big man?"
"Or… "
"How did you arrange for 'him' to help me?"
Jason could not forget that in the book, the reason why the 'protagonist' became famous was inseparable from the second client who appeared.
It is precisely because the "protagonist" completed the commission excellently that the second commissioner introduced more people to the "protagonist", so that the protagonist stepped into the trap step by step when he was rewarded and famous.
But that's in the books.
it's here
Ahmed is not so easy to manipulate.
Jason can fully imagine how Ahmed will resist.
Jason thought, and looked at his door involuntarily.
313.
When he walked up the stairs, he could clearly hear the sound of breathing coming from inside.
very faint.
Not a dying faintness, but a concealment.
"This is… "
"Amold's people?"
Jason guessed.
It's not surprising that Aimode sent someone.
At first glance, the other party is a big shot who has a strong desire to control and completely ignores others. It is not a big deal for such a person to send someone to firmly control his 'accident'.
Thinking in his heart, Jason opened the door as usual.
Then he saw a man standing near the threshold leading to the bedroom-study.
This is a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a beard that has not been trimmed for several days. He is wearing black long sleeves and slacks, and his shoes are boots. There is a hint of apology in his eyes, and anxiety on his face.
"Sorry, I meant no harm."
"Forgive me for this presumptuous visit."
"Originally I thought I wouldn't have a better meeting."
The other party said with a wry smile on his face.
"We know each other?"
Jason glanced at the other party and asked.
He can confirm that the other party is carrying a weapon, and more than one.
Coupled with the opponent's performance just now, there is no doubt that this is a very strong person.
"Not before."
"However, we pass letters."
The other party explained.
"letter?"
"Yes, I'm Brian."
"Do you have any impression?"
asked the other party.
"Brian? The Brian who let me listen?"
Jason instantly thought of the sender of the second letter, which was Brann.
"Yes, that Brian is me."
"After I first saw the information you posted on the bulletin board, I found it very interesting. It just so happens that I have some things that cannot be told to ordinary people, so I need a listener."
Brian said, another wry smile appeared on his face.
"and you?"
Jason pointed to the other party standing behind the threshold, hiding his appearance.
"My daughter was kidnapped."
"I came after the clues."
The bitterness on Brian's face quickly subsided, leaving only a coldness.
It was the coldness of a long sword about to be unsheathed.
Sharp, biting.
Kidnap
Jason was startled, and then quickly reacted.
"not?"
Jason raised his finger to point out the door, and then rushed down.
"Well, that's him."
Brian said with certainty.
"Ahmod kidnapped your daughter?"
Jason frowned.
It's not that Jason doesn't believe that Ahmed kidnapped Brian's daughter, but Jason doesn't think that Ahmed will be so stupid.
Aimode's identity is extraordinary, and if he wants to do something, he doesn't need to do it himself.
In other words, it is impossible to leave a handle at all.
"Trust me, as a father of a daughter, I will not make fun of my daughter's safety, let alone lie about it."
Brian emphasized, and then raised his hand and took out a backpack that was placed in the bedroom and study.
The whole process is very careful and slow.
Brian didn't want to cause any misunderstanding.
Because, when he raised his hand, he could feel a strong palpitation.
That is a feeling that you will only have when facing a powerful crisis.
He can't be mistaken.
Believe in this feeling more.
So, he carefully picked up the backpack and handed it to Jason.
At the same time, the look at Jason became weird.
Before he came, he checked Jason's file.
Just an ordinary person, except for being taller, stronger, and able to write books, there is nothing worth caring about.
But Jason in front of him made Brian suspect that the file was fake.
He can retire, so why can't Jason 'retire'
Subconsciously, Brian thought of the realistic scene description in "Cross Street Stalker".
serial killer
Brian thought, vigilance appeared in his eyes.
He needs Jason's help to get closer to that Ahmed in a faster and safer way and rescue his daughter, but this does not mean that he will cooperate with a serial killer.
It was not possible before.
Impossible in the future.
Now
Less likely.
Looking at Jason who had opened his backpack, Brian already regretted his impatience.
Sure enough, it's been too long since retirement.
Brian sighed inwardly.
He never said that because of his daughter, he became irritable.
He owes her.
He just wants to make amends now.
Jason noticed Brian's vigilance, but he didn't stop. He was flipping through the photos and descriptions in the backpack.
Through these photos and descriptions, Jason quickly formed a gang organization headed by 'Aymod'.
This is a gang hiding under the 'Cherry City'.
The influence is quite large, not only selling .DU, but also selling..people..people.
They will select 'excellent' goods and regularly organize some auctions.
Quite a few big names will appear in these auction venues.
Jason looked at the photo in his hand, he saw Ahmed smiling beside some people.
It's no longer that kind of contempt, but a sincere smile.
And with a little... fawn
That's right!
Just to please!
Ahmed is wooing those people with these 'excellent' goods.
"This is your 'shortcut' to becoming a big shot?"
Jason whispered to himself.
Then he turned to look at Brian.
"Are you sure this is true?"
Jason asked.
"certainly."
"Although I have retired, my channel has not retired."
Brian said with certainty, and then, the father hesitated a little, but finally said: "I originally hoped to use your relationship with Aimode to sneak into his 'factory' and rescue my daughter, but …”
"But worried that I'm a serial killer?"
"Worried about my appearance, making your daughter more dangerous?"
Jason interrupted the other party's words.
Brian looked at Jason in surprise.
It seemed strange why Jason knew what he was thinking just now.
"Because, the way you looked at me just now was like looking at a pervert."
"Borrow it."
After Jason finished explaining, he motioned for Brian to make way.
Brian immediately took two steps back, watching Jason walk towards the bookshelf, and then, from behind the bookshelf, took out a hockey mask and put it on slowly.
Then, Jason drew out another machete with a broad blade and a short handle.
Holding a machete and wearing a hockey mask, Jason stared at Brian and said seriously—
"The description in the book is just a simple description. I am not some perverted killer."