Instead, he entered the bedroom, opened the curtains to a gap, and carefully looked out.
The same number of people he just heard and judged.
At this moment, five people were gathered in front of his door.
Three held cameras high, one held a microphone, and the other held something similar to a voice recorder.
"reporter?"
"TV station?"
"what happened?"
Jason looked at the five people and frowned.
According to the background introduction, it is impossible for him to be ignored as "a low-level writer". Even if something happens, at most it will be a "tofu cube" text introduction published in the cracks of the local newspaper, which is considered a big deal.
This is obviously a professional-level interview?
Don't even think about it.
unless……
Something truly sensational happened.
With such speculation, Jason walked towards the door.
He didn't tidy up his clothes.
Before he knew enough about this 'Writer Jason', Jason thought it would be better for him to remain as he was.
Click, click
The moment the door opened, the flashlight flashed.
Almost at the same time, a microphone was poked in front of him.
"Mr. Jason, how do you feel about someone imitating your plot to kill someone?"
"What do you think of the murderer?"
"Is he someone you know in your life?"
The interviewer holding the microphone asked directly.
Imitate my killing?
Jason was obviously taken aback.
Before opening the door, he had guessed a lot of things, such as being accidentally involved in the assassination of a big shot or a situation that threatened the safety of the entire city, but he never expected that someone would 'imitate his murder'?
Are you kidding me?
Aren’t things like this all plot?
How could it happen in reality?
and……
Does anyone really look at ‘him’?
Jason's eyes involuntarily glanced at the background: As a well-known local writer, you have only written one moderately popular book in ten years...
He seemed to have a certain understanding of the evaluation of "quite famous" and "fairly a best-seller".
At the same time, he thought of the blade in the cowhide envelope just now.
Are there any relationship between the two?
Jason thought to himself.
However, he immediately came back to his senses.
Because, these are not the most important at the moment.
The important thing is that now he has no idea what the previous ‘him’ wrote.
I couldn't answer the questions of the interviewer in front of me at all.
The excitement shining in the other person's eyes clearly meant he wanted to dig out some big news from him.
Jason was confident that if he said something like 'no comment', then a report full of wanton fabrication and speculation would be released immediately.
Therefore, he replied with a serious face——
“It’s wrong to break the law!”
"It is the duty of every citizen to abide by the law."
"I hope the police will increase their efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice, and redress the injustice of the victim."
After saying that, Jason just looked at the interviewer in front of him.
The other party obviously didn't expect Jason to answer like this.
For a moment, the interviewer was in a daze.
But Jason didn't.
He lowered his head and looked at the interviewer in front of him.
The shadow created by the height difference directly enveloped the other party.
"Is there anything else?"
"If nothing goes wrong, I will continue writing."
"Your sudden visit has disturbed me."
Jason said "outspokenly", his face naturally showing the look of displeasure. Combined with his height and strength, the impact created made the other person swallow back the words that just came to his mouth.
"No, no more."
The interviewer stammered.
"Um."
Jason nodded and closed the door.
Bang!
The interviewer came back to his senses amid the banging sound of the door panel and door frame.
He subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door, but finally pulled back.
He didn't dare.
Just now, he felt as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast.
There was a feeling that if he kept talking nonsense, he would be torn into pieces and eaten.
"This Jay, Jason is a writer?"
Turning around, the interviewer asked his colleague.
"Um."
"I have confirmed that he is indeed a writer. He has also written a slightly famous book that is very popular in a small circle."
"However, it's just that one book, and the rest are not very good."
"Now many people are questioning him, thinking that he didn't write the book at all."
The recorder holding a voice recorder said with certainty.
"A writer who looks like a butcher and is stronger than a wrestler?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Why doesn't he join the professional wrestling league? With his size, he will definitely win. This will make more money than writing a book."
The interviewer muttered.
He was venting his dissatisfaction that his goal was not achieved.
Of course, there is also fear in my heart.
"What do we do now?"
"The interview was too short and could not form a full report."
The recorder holding the voice recorder asked.
"Focus on that case, then edit the scene just now, and broadcast it at the end to make up the time for the entire article."
After saying that, the interviewer walked quickly downstairs.
He really didn't want to stay here for a moment.
Moreover, I will never interview this guy named Jason again.
He always felt that Jason was not a writer.
As for the previous book?
This Jason must have obtained the manuscript of that writer through some unknown means and then published it.
That writer must have been treated horribly.
Maybe he's been killed by Jason.
What a poor writer.
With such speculation, the interviewer left in a hurry.
Jason in the room clearly heard the conversation between these people.
He was not surprised by the interviewer's comment.
Just now, in order to quickly end the so-called 'interview', he unconsciously revealed a little bit of aura.
Although it is only a little bit, it is enough for ordinary people.
The other party ended the interview quickly as he wished.
However, the other party's words reminded Jason.
"Can I go to a wrestling match and publish an autobiography?"
Jason seriously considered the feasibility of this matter.
Finally, Jason shook his head.
He was confident in the wrestling match, but it was too long.
In the beginning, even if he had the status of a 'writer', it was just a gimmick and he would never get recognition, let alone sell his autobiography, unless he could win the championship or something.
But it is too difficult to complete this within 120 days.
And step-by-step to sell at least 100,000 copies of new books in 120 days?
It is also very difficult.
In particular, there is a restriction that it must be purchased voluntarily by others, and only one copy per person is counted.
You have to think of a way.
Jason walked back to the study while thinking, and put the hockey mask and the broad-bladed short-handled machete in the drawer behind the bookshelf.
Now that the reporters are here.
Will the police be far away?
The police arrived faster than Jason expected.
Just two minutes after Jason put down his mask and machete, his door was knocked again.
Boom, boom!
"Hello, I'm Chief David."
"Mr. Jason, are you there?"
Amidst the rhythmic knocking on the door, a very polite voice came.
After Jason opened the door, the sergeant, who was about forty years old, wearing casual clothes and a beard, but his clothes and shoes were very clean, smiled slightly.
The other person's smile is quite friendly, and he would have been called a sunny and handsome guy when he was young.
And now?
It's also very charming.
Especially when the other party is quite polite.
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Jason."
"This is my assistant, Hunter."
The middle-aged police detective pointed at the young man beside him.
This was an unsmiling young man, wearing a formal black suit, white shirt, and black tie. He stood there without saying a word. When David introduced him, he just nodded to Jason.
"This is my identification."
Then, the middle-aged police detective showed his ID and handed it to Jason, making sure that Jason could see it clearly.
Hunter did the same.
Jason scanned the two IDs. The photos on them were of two people, and their names were confirmed. The police number, stamp, etc. were also very clear. They were not shoddy and cheap, they should be genuine.
"Can we go in and talk?"
After Jason nodded to indicate that he could see clearly, the detective asked.
"Um."
Jason nodded and turned sideways.
"Excuse me."
David said apologetically.
This kind of conversation will obviously bring you closer to strangers.
The young man on the side, Hunter, still kept his appearance of not letting strangers in, but his eyes were quickly scanning the surroundings.
Obviously, this is observation.
One is kind and attracts attention, while the other is calm and observing the surroundings?
Jason looked at the combination in front of him and thought silently.
Then, he sat on the sofa calmly.
He chose the sofa with its back against the wall. Sitting here, he could clearly see the door and the door leading to the bedroom.
Although he has made a cover up, Jason will not let people enter his bedroom and search easily.
As for whether the young people in front of me will do this?
After entering the room, the other party looked at the bedroom door at least three times.
Although the other party said that strangers should not enter, it was enough to explain everything.
"Please take a seat."
After sitting down, Jason said.
"Thanks."
David was still smiling.
He sat opposite Jason, and then the expressionless young man stood behind him.
"Mr. Jason, do you know why we are here?"
The middle-aged police detective asked with a smile.
"Know."
"A reporter just came here."
Jason replied.
This is a fact and there is no need to avoid it.
"Then you can tell me what you think?"
The middle-aged police detective continued.
“It’s wrong to break the law!”
"It is the duty of every citizen to abide by the law."
"I hope the police will increase their efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice, and redress the injustice of the victim."
"This is what I said before."
"Now, so am I."
Jason repeated his previous words completely and expressed his position firmly.
The middle-aged police detective was stunned.
Like the interviewer, the middle-aged police detective did not expect Jason to say this.
But unlike the interviewer, the middle-aged police detective came to his senses immediately.
"Thank you Mr. Jason for your support."
"Then can you tell me some of your guesses?"
"You know, this might help us."
David was very sincere and even used honorifics in his words.
Jason's face showed just the right amount of embarrassment.
He knew that this was just the other party's words.
But that didn't stop him from going along with the flow.
You know, he also has some troubles here.
The middle-aged police detective clearly noticed the embarrassment on Jason's face.
He never thought that a trial would yield results. It was really an unexpected surprise.
Faced with such an unexpected surprise, he would never let it go.
"Mr. Jason, do you have any difficulties?"
"If you can, please tell me."
"I will do my best to help you."
David became more and more sincere.
Jason seemed to be moved by such words. He stood up and walked towards the bedroom and study.
David and Hunter looked at each other and immediately followed.
The two stood on tiptoe, carefully avoiding the piles of books piled on the floor. When they arrived at the desk, they saw a cowhide envelope in Jason's hand.
"I found this this morning when I was getting the newspaper out of the mailbox."
"No signature, no address."
"Inside is a blade."
Jason said and handed over the cowhide envelope.
"blade?"
The middle-aged police detective's eyes lit up.
The young man also stopped looking around and stared closely at the cowhide envelope.
"Well, yes."
"I was also shocked at the time."
Jason said smoothly.
"Can you be sure how likely you are to receive it?"
the middle-aged police detective asked.
"It should be between July 10 and July 17. I can't determine the specific date."
"I am a writer, and I have been writing in retreat these days."
Jason answered.
"is that so?"
"Don't worry, leave it to us, we will help you find this guy."
"If anything else happens, please contact me."
The middle-aged police detective who had gained something was not ready to stay any longer. He took out a business card and handed it to Jason, then stood up and left with his assistant.
"Please stay."
At the door, the police detective nodded and said.
Jason stopped in a cooperative manner, watched the two of them leave, and then closed the door.
And beyond ordinary people's perception, he continued to hear the conversation between the detective and his assistant.
"Chief, why don't you ask more about the case?"
"Do you think he's going to say that?"
"Even if we don't say it, it's still a contest, and we can find flaws in this contest."
"Contest?"
"I would only think that it was a way of alerting people to stare at the writer. I want to know his every move, and then, by adjusting the nearby surveillance, I hope to know who sent the razor blade to our writer."
"By the way, bring me a copy of the book he wrote called "Cross Street Abnormality"."
"Sheriff, it's not "Cross Street Abnormal" but "Cross Street Stalker"."
"Aren't stalkers just perverts? What's the difference?"
The assistant corrected the sergeant's words.
The police sergeant seemed indifferent.
Jason was not surprised when he heard the sergeant's slightly cold instructions with a completely different smile than before.
Everyone will hide in front of strangers.
What is shown is just a mask.
Only in front of one's own people will this mask be lifted.
As for taking it off completely?
That's impossible.
This is human self-protection.
If others are like this, so is he.
"Cross Street Stalker?"
Jason muttered to himself and began to search in the room.
Although he is not a writer, as a writer he will definitely collect the books he has published, and the more successful ones will definitely be placed in a conspicuous place and properly kept.
Even if I live in another place, I will take it with me if I have the opportunity.
And just as Jason expected, Jason found the book on the bookshelf in the middle of the three bookshelves, in the most conspicuous position.
He raised his hand and took out the book.
Jason sat at the desk and got up carefully.
Someone has imitated murder from the book. Of course he, the 'author', needs to know what is going on.
Sitting at the desk, Jason began to flip through the book.
For the next four hours, the only sound left in the study was the sound of pages turning.
"Cross Street Stalker" is a mystery book with a bit of fantasy.
The protagonist is a low-level detective who has been quite a failure in life. After divorcing his wife, he lives alone in a two-story building in the suburbs. The first floor is the detective office and the second floor is the living room. The second floor of this building
The small building was rented, and I already owed the landlord one month's rent. I promised to help the landlord find his lost dog, so he was not evicted.
And the cause of time also started with cats.
In order to find the dog, the protagonist had to post a dog search notice.
He did this just to give it a try.
Who knew someone actually called and said they knew the whereabouts of the dog.
The protagonist hurried over, but saw no one. However, the dog was found, right in front of him, tied with a rope to the railing on the roadside.
Without thinking much, the protagonist returned with the dog and handed it back to the landlord. According to the previous promise, the landlord exempted the protagonist from one month's rent owed and promised the protagonist a two-week grace period.
In order to collect next month's rent within two weeks, the protagonist hopes to receive more commissions.
Then, someone really came to the door.
This is a husband looking for his wife to have an affair.
The protagonist agreed directly and collected the deposit.
However, the protagonist’s abilities are so poor that even when faced with such a simple affair investigation, there are always mistakes and omissions.
Just when the protagonist thought he was about to fail, he received the strange phone call again, which once again informed him of a location where he found an envelope containing evidence of the client's wife's affair.
The protagonist was already confused at this time, but faced with the evidence that he had to get, he did not hesitate.
Naturally, the commission was completed.
The protagonist gets paid.
With this success, the client introduced more friends here. Naturally, the mysterious phone call still helped the protagonist.
Success after success has made the protagonist famous.
Although the protagonist asked more than once who the other party was.
But the other party didn't answer at all. He just put the important clues in an important place, waiting for the protagonist to get them.
The days passed day by day.
Although the protagonist is still curious about who this "good Samaritan" is, he needs the other person's help and has to suppress his curiosity until one day... the police come to the door.
The police came to the door with a search warrant and an arrest warrant.
They suspect that the protagonist is involved in five murders.
And, there is quite a lot of evidence.
More than one person watched the protagonist appear at the crime scene with a mysterious expression.
Once was a coincidence.
What about five times?
And when the police asked the protagonist why he appeared at the five murder scenes, the protagonist suddenly realized that this was where he got the "clue".
At this point, more than half of the book has passed.
In the remaining half, the second protagonist appears.
It's the murderer.
A killer who kills a target in order to hide himself, then chooses four similar targets and mixes the real target into them.
Moreover, this killer is quite cautious.
In order to make his plan more perfect, he also chose a ‘scapegoat’.
'The appearance of the scapegoat makes crime perfect!'
This is what the other person said.
Unfortunately, at the end, the killer was still caught by the protagonist.
Because the landlord's dog recognized the killer's scent.
In order to seduce the protagonist, the killer kidnapped the landlord's dog and treated it well. This made the dog, which is always alert, keep wagging its tail after seeing the killer, and the protagonist discovered the trick.
Then, the killer was arrested in one fell swoop.
Hmm...
After flipping through the book to the end, Jason closed the book and pondered.
What can I say, the creativity is pretty good.
But there are many loopholes.
First, five murders occurred, but the newspapers did not publish them, but at the end, when the protagonist caught the killer, reporters swarmed in.
Second, the killer did not have any killer behavior patterns, but seemed to be a happy criminal.
Third, from the beginning to the end, there is no mention of who hired the killer. Instead, the scene of the murder is described non-stop, as if it were real.
"The first case is a woman with a broken arm. The body of a woman who lost her arms was hung upside down in a narrow, dark alley. The body was written in blood: boring, boring, not fun."
"The second case was the crushing man. Except for one head, the completely crushed body was put in a box and thrown on the road. There was a note on the head: boring, not fun."
"The third case is normal. A woman was killed by cutting her throat with a knife. This is the real target. There are also blood words left on the body: This is the third case. It is getting less and less fun."
"The fourth case, a drowned person, a lady was drowned, and a letter was left on the shore: I am ready to end it."
"In the fifth case, the lady who was burned to death left a clear message in a letter outside the burning house: It's over, I won't play anymore."
The five cases went through my mind one by one.
This should be the first one now.
Jason thought and turned on the TV.
He needs more information to confirm the progress of the case.
And at this moment, the phone rang.
Jingle bells.
When the phone rang for the third time, Jason answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Jason?"
The voice on the other side was a little muffled.
"Yes, you are..."
"I'm John. I sent you a letter before. I've been waiting for your call, but you never called, so I called."
"I'm sorry for doing this, I know."
"But, I think this matter may have something to do with you."
