Amidst the heart-rending shouts, John just knelt on the ground, and his whole body began to tremble.
After a few seconds, he stretched out his hands and took the puppy out of the carton.
Then, the depressed man held the puppy in his arms and stroked it gently.
It seems that he is looking forward to the resurrection of the dog.
But the puppy's ears were drooped, its limbs were stiff, and it was no longer capable of responding to its owner.
The depressed man was sitting there kneeling in a daze, his posture slowly becoming loose, from kneeling to sitting cross-legged. The moment before he seemed to have completely collapsed, but at this moment, a trace of cold feeling was coming from this man's body.
Slowly bursting out from deep within the body.
"Jason."
The depressed man suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
Jason looked at this depressed man, and his perception beyond ordinary people told him that John was now extremely dangerous, if John before was like a tiger bound by chains.
And now?
The chain is broken.
The Tigers are about to come out!
"He and everything related to him are mine."
After saying that, John stood up with the puppy's body in his arms and left straight away.
It's self-evident who he is.
Jason had no objection.
He was happy to have someone take care of his troubles, especially when no 'food' was involved.
After watching John leave, Jason also walked towards the entrance of the alley, preparing to take a taxi back.
When leaving the room before, 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 could go faster, he never forgot where he was.
Compared with the previous 'menu' worlds, the world in front of him was undoubtedly the most advanced. There were many probes on the road, and Jason didn't want to be discovered by these probes.
Likewise, he was unwilling to go far away to avoid detection.
Jason stood at the entrance of the alley, standing in the waiting area, quietly waiting for the taxi to appear.
However, what he was waiting for was Sheriff David.
Behind the opponent is the young assistant Hunter.
At this moment, the assistant was staring at Jason suspiciously.
Obviously, he must have discovered that he had been teased by John's 'little trick', but he was not sure who the person was who was teasing him.
"call."
"It's great to see you're okay, Mr. Jason."
The middle-aged police sergeant seemed to take a breath, and looked at Jason with a friendly smile.
"What's wrong?"
Jason asked knowingly.
"Hunter was distracted by a guy just now. We thought the guy was a copycat and sent a large number of manpower to hunt him down, but he escaped."
"Then we knocked on your door and found no one answered."
"It really scared me at the time. I thought something had happened to you."
"Luckily someone here reported seeing you."
The middle-aged police chief had a sad and frightened expression on his face.
Then, the other party changed the subject.
"Can you tell me why you came back here?"
As he spoke, the middle-aged police chief looked at Jason.
Although he still had a friendly smile, his eyes flashed unconsciously.
Although it was fleeting, it was seen in Jason's eyes.
Is this what it is?
Jason was thinking in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"curious."
He answered like this.
"curious?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"As the author of "Cross Street Stalker", if a copycat suddenly appears, I naturally have to be curious."
The middle-aged police chief nodded in approval.
Then, after the other party paused for a moment, he suddenly spoke again.
"Mr. Jason, can you tell me why you described the scene in such detail?"
"It's like... you see it with your own eyes."
When he said these words, the middle-aged police chief looked closely at Jason's eyes, not letting himself relax in any way.
"For the sake of authenticity."
"I strive for authenticity."
"But precisely because of this, some flaws appeared that should not have appeared."
Jason answered with the answer he had already thought of.
When he was reading the "Cross Street Stalker" written by himself before, he had thought that such a scene would appear.
After all, the impression left by David and Hunter on Jason was not that of a loser.
The situation in front of him told Jason how necessary it was to prepare in advance.
"So that's it!"
The middle-aged police chief nodded suddenly, and then, as if he realized that Jason was standing in the waiting area at this moment, the middle-aged police chief immediately showed that kind smile again.
"Mr. Jason, are you planning to return to Apartment 3a?"
"Yes."
Jason nodded, not hiding this.
"My man happens to be going there, do you mind if he sends you off?"
the middle-aged police chief asked.
"Of course I don't mind."
Jason laughed.
Of course he knew what the Sheriff wanted to do.
It's just for better surveillance and observation of him.
But he won't mind.
You know, saving a fare is enough to buy a hot dog or sweet corn, right?
When he just left Apartment 3a in John's car, he saw a fast food stall on the corner of the street, a pizza shop about 200 meters away from the apartment, and a fast food restaurant diagonally opposite, 50 meters away.
There is a restaurant just meters away, and a very unique open-air restaurant 300 meters away, and...
Recalling the restaurants and restaurants that I unconsciously recorded in my mind.
Jason climbed directly into the car of the sergeant's subordinate.
Amidst the roar of the car engine, Jason quickly disappeared from the eyes of David and Hunter.
"Chief, do you believe what he said?"
Hunter asked unconsciously.
"what you think?"
David asked rhetorically.
"I'm not sure."
The young assistant shook his head.
When Jason was speaking just now, this young man unconsciously observed Jason, hoping to find any flaws, but unfortunately, he didn't see anything at all.
"If you are not sure...then look for reasons that make you unsure."
"Whether it's instinct or experience, if you're not sure, find it out."
The middle-aged police chief pointed his assistant.
He will not complain and despises his assistant for not seeing the most critical point.
Because, when he was the same age as his assistant, he wouldn't have noticed this.
Moreover, if his assistant discovers this, there will be no need to be his assistant at all.
"Have you seen Cross Street Stalker?"
the middle-aged police chief asked.
"See it."
The young assistant nodded immediately.
Copycats have appeared, and young assistants will make up for them even if they haven't seen them before.
"So what do you think of it there?"
The middle-aged police chief pointed to the alley Jason had just walked out of.
Not the alley where the murder took place, but the one next door.
The young assistant was stunned.
The middle-aged police chief was already walking towards the alley. David, with 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 appearance are really impressive.
"Jason has been here, then..."
"Not an imitation!"
"It's a reappearance!"
"The murderer wanted to recreate the contents of the "Cross Street Stalker" book, so he started to commit murders and at the same time led Jason here."
Facing the hesitant assistant, the middle-aged police chief said simply.
"Then do we need to monitor Jason's phone?"
asked the young assistant who had watched "Cross Street Stalker" once.
He remembered that the phone was a crucial tool to 'connect' the protagonist and the killer.
"Need not."
"That guy is not a fool and would not leave such a big loophole for us."
"I'm just curious now..."
"Who is Jason's landlord?"
The middle-aged police chief whispered to himself.
"I'll check right away."
The young assistant turned around and left.
"Remember to investigate that blade."
"Also, send more manpower near Jason's rented apartment."
The middle-aged police chief warned his assistant.
"clear."
The young assistant immediately took action, while the middle-aged police chief stood there, frowning slightly. He always felt that he seemed to have missed something.
…
John's home.
basement.
John, holding a hammer, stood in the center of the room.
He once thought he could forget the past.
In fact, he really forgot during that period of time.
He lives like an ordinary person.
Laugh, cry.
Go shopping and stay up late.
Those days he loved deeply.
Because, she is here.
And after she left?
Everything became bleak.
Even the last glimmer of hope she left for him had been snuffed out.
That guy pushed him into the abyss.
But that guy may not know that that's where he comes from.
Now?
He wanted that guy and everyone related to that guy to experience the scenery there.
Bang!
John swung the sledgehammer and hit the ground hard.
one time.
Two times.
Three times.
The concrete floor shook quickly and then shattered, gradually revealing the box below.
Throwing the hammer aside, John leaned down, touched the cement block, took out the box, and opened it.
Guns were revealed.
He picked up one of them and inspected it skillfully.
One after another.
After checking everything, John walked into the bathroom.
Amidst 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 the white shirt.
Hooray!
With the sound of clothes shaking, John took out his white shirt and put it on.
Then, he fastened the buttons meticulously, with movements as precise as a robot.
When he walked out of the dressing room next to the bathroom, all his half-length hair was combed back. Although he had not shaved, the sense of decadence on his body had long since disappeared.
Only an awe-inspiring murderous aura remained.
Drop, drop.
The text message uploaded to his cell phone told him where to go to find the target he wanted.
Although they are gone, the relationship from the past is still there.
It is naturally not difficult to investigate something.
On the way out, John took a look at the garden.
He buried his dog under a tree in the garden.
Now?
He wants justice for his dog.
John got on the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out like an arrow.
…
Cherry City, North District.
On the top floor of a building that has not yet been completed and is in trouble of having its funds cut off, four people are sitting here laughing and joking.
Compared to the shabby appearance, this floor is well decorated.
Huge chandeliers, spacious sofas, refrigerators full of food, TVs, computers, game consoles, etc. are all available.
“It’s so easy!”
A young man with a mustache was half leaning on the sofa, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand and saying with disdain.
"yes."
"For such an easy task, there is a reward of 200,000."
"If it had been a few more times, we would have been able to retire."
Another man wearing a knitted hat sat opposite, holding a can of beer.
"Aren't you curious why that guy asked us to do this?"
One of the thin men pointed at the TV.
At this time, the murder case of the "Cross Street Stalker" imitator was being broadcast on TV.
"Tsk."
"What does it have to do with us?"
"We just collect money to do things."
The young man with a mustache curled his lips in disdain.
Then, he looked at the last strong man who was silent.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?"
"Be happy."
"We accomplished a big task."
"20w!"
"It's 20w!"
The young man with a mustache warned his accomplices.
"Why did you kill the dog?"
"It's innocent."
"The client didn't ask us to kill it either."
the muscular man asked.
"Are you talking about the dog?"
"It's barking annoys me to death."
"Shouldn't it die?"
The young man with a mustache stood up from the sofa and walked straight to the accomplice. Although the young man with a mustache was a head lower than the strong man and much thinner, as the other man approached,
, the strong man could not help but take a step back.
Then, the muscular man was grabbed by the collar by the young man with a mustache.
"Are you feeling sorry for that dog?"
"Still..."
"Doubt me?"
The young man with a mustache raised the butterfly knife in his hand as he spoke, and pointed the blade straight at his accomplice's neck.
The muscular man's eyes twitched, and then he raised his hands high.
"I don't."
He answered like this.
"Better not."
"I repeat it again, and it is the last time!"
"I'm the boss here!"
"I'm the boss!"
"You all have to listen to me!"
"You cannot disobey my orders!"
"Do you understand?"
The young man with a mustache looked at the thin man wearing a knitted hat, and the two nodded hurriedly.
Seeing this scene, the young man with a mustache couldn't help but smile, and seemed 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 will die.
Is there anyone who wants to kill him because of a dog?
