The fat body was trying hard to curl up and hide behind the counter, but unfortunately, the other person's body was too fat. He only hid his head, but exposed most of his body.
It seemed that he also realized that hiding like this was useless. After hesitating for a moment, the other party stood up.
The other person's face is still young, but his hair is a little bald, his body is bloated, his face is a little greasy, and his expression is full of embarrassment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it."
"When I came here before, the door was unlocked."
"I'll just come in."
The other party explained, as if to make Jason, the female pastry chef, believe in her. The other party immediately said: "I am Charté Colain, and I am a writer!"
"I was collecting news nearby. I heard rumors about Lord Jason and wanted to ask about it."
Jason didn't speak, just pointed at the other person's mouth.
As soon as the other party raised his hand, he touched the remains of the cake.
Immediately, the fat man who called himself a writer became even more embarrassed.
"I can't help myself when it comes to eating..."
The other party wanted to explain something, but when Jason's face sank and he didn't even release any breath, the fat man who called himself a writer felt his knees go weak.
thump.
The other party fell to his knees directly, almost crying and shouting:
"I was wrong, I never dare to do it again."
"I'm just a mediocre writer. I work hard on writing every day, but my writing is so bad that I get very little royalties. I was really hungry just now and couldn't hold it back."
"sorry."
As he spoke, the writer burst into tears.
"Charté Colain?"
The female pastry chef was stunned for a moment, as if she was impressed by the name.
"You know him?"
Jason asked.
"Well, he should be the former columnist of Xinde City Daily."
"There were some minor celebrities at that time, but later it was rumored that they often suffered from bad stomachs, stopped reading, and were beaten by a group of angry readers because of their gossiping, and then disappeared."
The female pastry chef said what she knew.
But the fat man kneeling there raised his hands.
After getting permission from Jason's eyes, the fat man said immediately.
"It's not like he's missing."
"I'm recuperating in the hospital."
"But the hospital charges are too expensive, so I can only run out halfway, hoping to start writing again, and then..."
With that said, the fat man looked at Jason again.
There is no doubt that Jason is a man of the hour in Xinde City recently.
Not only reporters want to interview him, but some writers also want to write biographies based on Jason.
The Chartai Kelan in front of me is one of them.
However, compared with others, this fat man is much more honest.
"The editor-in-chief promised me that as long as I can write based on Sir Jason, you will be allowed to serialize the column again, and he will also give me two days off a year."
"Of course, I am willing to give you half of my royalties."
"I hope you can give me this opportunity."
The fat man looked at Jason pitifully.
"What if you lose this opportunity?"
Jason asked.
Suddenly, the fat man's expression became gloomy.
"If I didn't have this opportunity, I would probably go fishing in the sea. Although I'm afraid of water, heights and the dark, at least I won't starve to death on a fishing boat, and I can also lose weight. Maybe I will lose weight.
It will be unexpectedly popular..."
He spoke words full of hope, but his expression became increasingly gloomy.
The fat man kneeling there looked completely gray from the perspective of Jason, the female pastry chef.
"Writers are so pitiful."
The female pastry chef couldn't help but whisper.
Jason nodded in agreement.
Moreover, he had deeper feelings.
"Writing a book is really a dead end."
With such a sigh, Jason walked up to the fat man.
The other party, who was still feeling sorry for himself, was startled, and his kneeling posture immediately turned into a paralyzed posture.
My belly is too big and I can't sit up straight.
Even if he is sitting paralyzed, it is because he is supported by his elbows.
Otherwise, it will just lie flat.
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
Jason asked looking at Chartai Kelan who was struggling to support himself.
"You, you agreed?"
Chartay Kelan's eyes widened.
He just thought he had no hope.
After all, he also knew that he looked ugly, spoke incoherently, and had difficulty convincing others. If he hadn't been starving to death, he wouldn't have made up his mind to leave the house.
The surprise came so suddenly that Chartai Kelan couldn't react.
"You don't want to?"
Jason asked rhetorically.
"Yes! Yes!"
Chartay Kelan got up from the ground with difficulty, took out a pencil and notebook from his jacket pocket, and was about to start writing, but was stopped by Jason again.
"It's okay to write."
"But, write as I say."
"You can polish it, but you can't change it."
Jason said this.
Such words made Chartai Kelan hesitate, but...
Goo!
The growl in his stomach made him choose to face reality.
"Can."
Chartai Kelan gritted his teeth and said.
Jason was very satisfied with the answer.
Since you want to gain more recognition from the city through newspapers, compared with reporters’ interviews and writers’ columns, the latter is naturally more suitable.
Because it is a long-term effect, it may not be as good as the explosion on the day of the interview, but the water flows steadily and moisturizes things silently.
When choosing a columnist, you naturally have to choose someone who is obedient and not overly exaggerated.
The fat man in front of me is undoubtedly the best candidate.
A man who is cornered and has no choice. Is there any better collaborator?
Naturally, the other person also likes food.
"Can we get started?"
Chartai Kelan looked at Jason who was thinking and asked cautiously.
"certainly."
"We started at No. 221B, Pea Corner Street. It was one morning when veterans suffering from post-war traumatic stress syndrome met..."
Jason moved a chair, sat in the chair and talked.
Charté Colain was crawling there and recording.
The female pastry chef couldn't help but smile when she saw this scene, turned around and started to clean up everything in the shop.
Although I haven't been back for only two days, some dust is inevitable.
When she finished cleaning the shop and walked to the back door with a basin to pour water, her expression changed.
His confused and peaceful temperament suddenly became wild.
She carefully looked inside the door, closed it gently, walked to the side of the alley, and opened the back door of No. 221a. A group of people were waiting there. After seeing her, everyone knelt down on one knee.
But just when these people were about to speak out, she stopped them.
"Go and note down all the reporters blocked outside, investigate which newspapers and publishing houses they come from, and then buy these newspapers and publishing houses."
"besides……"
"Forget it, that's all."
After saying that, she returned the same way.
Originally, she wanted to buy the newspaper owned by Charté Colain.
But when it came to Jason, she had to hesitate.
It would be bad if Jason found out.
Returning to the back door of the pastry shop, she staggered.
The female pastry chef came to her senses.
"Huh?"
"Am I in a daze again?"
The female pastry chef patted her forehead lightly, then, with a naive smile, returned to the pastry shop with the empty water basin and continued cleaning.
Jason, who was sitting there, didn't seem to notice anything at all, and was just telling Chartai Kelan about some of the things that happened.
Only when the female pastry chef passes by, will she frown and glance at her back.
But Jason didn't say anything more.
The days went by like this.
In the next six weeks, Jason went to St. Mungo's College and the police station on time to perform his duties as a student union instructor and special advisor. In the remaining time, he walked throughout Xinde City and told Chartey Kelan
what happened.
It has to be said that Chartey Curran is worthy of his former fame, and his writing on "Jason" is quite good.
In the second week, the city recognition reached 100%!
And now?
Jason glanced at [City Approval Level 500%].
This is not the final result, and the city’s recognition is still growing.
This is naturally attributed to the circulation of Xindecheng Daily.
As the oldest print media in Xinde City, it has always been the most recognized newspaper by people in Xinde City.
Of course, this is also related to Jason appearing in the news from time to time.
Jason would always find corpses from time to time while walking in Xinde City.
Although his original purpose was just to find the "Ghost Team".
With the frequent occurrence of similar incidents, Jason's reputation has been raised again. Many people have become accustomed to calling Jason a detective. Naturally, this has also brought trouble to Jason's travels.
In the past two weeks, he had to wear a scarf to cover his face.
Also troubled is the 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.
More and more people blocked the door.
In addition to the original reporters, there are also some readers who were attracted by the "Jason Detective Collection".
There are some fanatics among them.
Their behavior is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people.
As a last resort, Edward and Benxi came forward.
After detaining several fans who wanted to sneak into the pastry shop at night and express their love to Jason, this trend was finally curbed, but in order to be quieter, Jason had to choose another address.
Together with the female pastry chef, he moved into a house awarded by the military department, not far from Pea Corner Street and diagonally opposite Hannibal Clinic.
The female pastry chef was a little unhappy about this.
But she will never give in.
She wouldn't leave Jason and Hannibal alone together.
It's not just a woman who misses her man.
There are men who are also thinking about it.
Compared with those men who climbed into the window of the pastry shop at night, the man in front of him was more dangerous.
because……
This man's cooking skills are so superb.
Even if the female pastry chef doesn't want to admit it, she has to admit that the other party's cooking skills are worse than hers. Maybe she's not as good as her in pastries, but in other aspects, she's a step ahead of her.
This made the female pastry chef feel insulted.
Start researching all kinds of recipes desperately.
Today is no exception.
Just in Hannibal's kitchen, the pastry chef was busy.
Jason and Hannibal sat opposite each other, and next to them sat an old man wearing glasses.
"Professor Colson, are you saying that the reason why the Morningside Church, which was already in decline at that time, collapsed overnight was because of a certain plan?"
Jason asked with interest while holding the tea cup.
Coulson, a history professor at St. Mungo's College, is a friend of Hannibal's.
In order to investigate "The Name Sings in the Starry Sky", they met after being introduced by Hannibal.
Jason would invite each other in the name of holding banquets from time to time.
After going back and forth, the two parties became friends, the conversation became casual, and the old teacher also said some taboo things.
"Um."
"I can confirm that it is related to the Prussian family and the crocodile."
"But more than that, I don't know."
"Most of those materials have been destroyed by humans, and it was just luck that I was able to find them."
The old professor said with a smile.
"So, is it possible that the 'Name of Singing in the Starry Sky' is related to the Church of the Dawn?"
Jason guessed.
"Not possible."
"But definitely!"
The old professor's tone increased. He first put down the tea cup, and then spoke again.
"The Prussia family is very powerful. This is something that no one can deny."
"But compared with the Chenxi family, there is a huge difference."
"Even in its heyday, the Prussian family could only control Decheng and influence some surrounding cities. Three hundred years ago, even the declining Church of the Dawn affected the entire federation. You can imagine what it was like in its heyday.
What does Morningside Church look like?”
"Control the Federation, Overlord?"
Jason whispered to himself.
The old professor smiled and neither admitted nor denied, but the answer was obvious.
After all, the prefix of the Prussia family is Chenxi.
"The prefix of the Prussian family is Dawn."
"Is there anything like the Prussian family?"
Jason asked the doubt in his heart.
"certainly!"
"Before the establishment of the 'Silver Federation', there were at least seven families with such prefixes. However, with the establishment of the 'Silver Federation', such families have dropped sharply to the point where only the Prussia family remains."
"The rest have disappeared - this is what is said to the outside world. No one knows what the truth is, and naturally I don't know either."
"But I think it was not a happy process."
The old professor picked up the tea cup again.
In the rising heat, Jason seemed to see scenes of war with swords waving and guns blaring.
A battle to eliminate the family?
Naturally, there will be a bloody fight to the end.
As for the results?
Just look at the ‘Silver Federation’.
Now that the 'Silver Federation' has been established, those families have naturally disappeared.
Maybe some have fallen into the arms of the ‘Silver Federation’, but the family names should be gone.
etc!
Since these families with the prefix "Morning" may be integrated into the "Silver Federation", then the "Silver Federation" may naturally know some of the secrets of "The Name Sings in the Starry Sky".
It is possible that the Pruss family does not know this or these secrets.
Moreover, it is precisely because of this or these secrets that the Prussia family became a 'fish that slipped through the net' and was not eliminated when the 'Silver Federation' was established.
It is precisely because of this that the 'Ghost Squad' appears.
No!
It should be earlier!
The betrayal of the ‘Ghost Team’ was in the ‘Battle of Germany City’!
Decheng was originally the predecessor of Xincheng.
Maybe at that time, everything started to be laid out.
Jason thought.
The clues in my mind became clearer and clearer.
Just when he opened his mouth to ask about something more interesting, the sound of rapid running was heard outside the door, followed by the sound of little Banxi frantically slapping the door.
Boom, boom, boom!
Accompanied by such a knock on the door, there was an unprecedented panic from little Banxi.
