The corners of Jason's mouth couldn't help but turn up.
Having just finished afternoon tea, he would definitely not mind starting a formal dinner right away.
The old butler, who had already passed Jason, did not see the corners of Jason's raised lips. He was performing his duties.
The old housekeeper walked quickly to the silver-white extended car, raised his hand and knocked on the window.
Clang, clang.
"Sir, Mr. Jason is here."
After the knocking sound fell, the old housekeeper said.
"Um."
Amidst the gentle 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 in the car directly.
Just like the lengthening seen from the outside, the interior of this car is quite spacious. Even with Jason's height and strong build, he can easily turn around and sit down while bending over.
Of course, the more important thing is luxury.
There are leather seats, a panoramic sunroof, and solid wood floors underfoot. There is an aisle next to the seats, and rows of drinks are placed there.
This is not like the interior of a car at all, but a small room.
"What do you need to drink?"
the owner of the car asked.
"water."
Jason replied and began to look at the unusual and important figure in front of him, Ahmaud.
Ahmaud has a square face. His face cannot be said to be handsome, but he is quite imposing. His hair and beard are thick and neatly combed. The person sitting there is wearing a white suit, with a black shirt unbuttoned.
The crossed legs showed off the other's black leather shoes.
Of course, the most important thing is to have a light smell of ‘food’.
The other party came into contact with a certain type of ‘food’ not long ago!
What will it be?
Jason guessed and looked into the other person's eyes.
What Jason cared about most was the other person's eyes.
Because, just a moment ago, these seemingly smiling eyes contained a trace of malice.
It's malice, not vigilance.
Even if it was fleeting, Jason was sure of it.
Just because he was sure, Jason was a little curious.
He could confirm that this was the first time the two parties met.
Could it be...that I knew him before?
Jason thought to himself.
He had no previous memories, which made him feel constrained again.
"Hello, Mr. Ahmaud, have we met?"
After receiving the bottle of water handed over by the other party, Jason asked casually.
"No."
"This is the first time we've met."
Ahmaud shook his head and answered with a smile.
No?
Where does the malice come from?
Jason was puzzled, but Ahmaud didn't stop talking.
"However, I have read your book "Cross Street Stalker"."
"Hmm...very true."
After pondering for a while, Ahmaud commented like this.
Faced with such a comment, 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 perspective, Jason can admit that this book is reluctantly classified as a fantasy book, which is really reluctant.
But when was he writing this book?
Everything becomes subtle.
There is both a hint of embarrassment and a hint of helplessness.
The next second, Jason smiled.
"Thanks"
A famous person once said that when you don't know how to answer, just smile.
"No, no no."
"I'm not a fool."
"I really mean it."
Ahmaud waved his hand and seemed to be speaking sincerely, but immediately, this extraordinary man sat upright and leaned forward like a leopard about to prey.
"But that doesn't mean I'm used to being a character in it!"
"That guy, that imitator asked me to come here to ask you to investigate my wife's affair."
"How ridiculous!"
"He picked the wrong target."
Ahmaud said coldly.
At this moment, the smile on the other person's face had completely faded away, leaving only a cold look.
A trace of murderous aura was revealed involuntarily.
Jason was not surprised.
For a big shot like Ahmaud, it's hard for you to guess what he has done for his current status.
However, there is one thing that Jason is quite sure of.
For a big shot like Ahmaud to actually follow the 'killer''s arrangement and come to see him, he must have been caught by the 'killer'.
Otherwise, the other party will not pay attention to the 'killer' at all.
Of course, that includes him.
After a simple courtesy, Ahmaud has revealed his true nature hidden under the courtesy.
That is a kind of contempt for ordinary people.
Jason's silent thinking clearly made Ahmaud misunderstand something.
"I know you have nothing to do with him, and you are also a victim."
"But you're a pretty lucky guy."
"He offended me, so I will deal with him."
"And you?"
"Stay here, don't do anything, just stay here, understand?"
Ahmaud stared at Jason and said word by word.
There was no doubt in the words.
"no problem."
Jason shrugged.
Of course, this is only a superficial promise.
Secretly, Jason had already made a plan.
If he didn't mind "spectating" honestly before he figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing, when "food" appeared, such "spectating" had already changed.
Became, join!
It became, hunting!
He is hungry.
Ahmaud didn't see this, he saw that Jason was the same as the people he met before.
They're all so... well, humble.
How humble.
Commenting on this writer who looked nothing like a writer from the bottom of his heart, Ahmaud became more and more disdainful.
In fact, he didn't even want to pretend anymore, so he said simply.
"Very good, you are a smart man."
"Smart people live long lives."
"Go back now."
"Go back to your apartment and stay there until I hang that guy."
After speaking, Ahmaud waved his hand and signaled Jason to leave.
Jason pushed the door open and got out of the car. The old housekeeper stood beside the car. After closing the door, he looked at Jason with a smile.
"Mr. Ahmaud is a little angry, so if anything happens, please forgive me."
The old butler said as he handed a thick envelope to Jason.
Jason didn't refuse.
The afternoon tea he had just had left 101 yuan in his deposit, one of which was a coin, and this in itself was the promised compensation.
Taking the envelope, Jason walked quickly towards Apartment 3a.
"You borrowed the power of a big shot to break through the blockade of Sheriff David. How will you deal with the big shot's revenge in the future?"
"Or..."
"How do you arrange for 'him' to help me?"
Jason must have not forgotten 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' has completed the commission brilliantly that the second entruster introduced more people to the 'protagonist', allowing the protagonist to step into the trap step by step while gaining rewards and fame.
But that's in the book.
Here?
Ahmaud is not so easy to manipulate.
Jason could totally imagine how Ahmaud would resist.
Jason thought, looking at his door involuntarily.
313.
As he walked up the stairs, he could clearly hear breathing coming from inside.
Very weak.
It's not the weakness of a life-threatening situation, but a kind of concealment.
"This is……"
"Ahmaud's people?"
Jason guessed.
The person sent by Ahmaud was not surprised.
At first glance, the other party seems to be a big shot who has a strong desire for 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 and study room.
This is a middle-aged man with messy hair and a beard that has not been repaired for several days. He is wearing black long sleeves, casual pants, and boots. There is a hint of apology in his eyes, and his face is full of anxiety.
"Sorry, I didn't mean any harm."
"Please 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 could confirm that the other party had weapons on him, 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 send letters."
The other party explained.
"letter?"
"Yes, I'm Brian."
"Do you have any impression?"
the other party asked.
"Brian? The Blaine who made me listen?"
Jason instantly thought of the sender of the second letter, who was Brann.
"Yes, that Brian is me."
"When 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 I can't tell ordinary people, so I need a listener."
Brian said with another wry smile on his face.
"and you?"
Jason pointed at the other person standing behind the threshold, hiding his appearance.
"My daughter was kidnapped."
"I came here following clues."
The bitterness on Brian's face quickly disappeared, leaving only a cold look.
It was the coldness of a long sword about to be unsheathed.
Sharp, biting.
Kidnapping?
Jason was startled, and then reacted quickly.
"It can't be?"
Jason raised his hand and pointed outside the door, then pointed down.
"Well, that's him."
Brian said with certainty.
"Ahmaud kidnapped your daughter?"
Jason frowned.
It's not that Jason doesn't believe Ahmaud kidnapped Brian's daughter, but Jason doesn't think Ahmaud would be so stupid.
Ahmaud's status is extraordinary. If he wants to do something, he doesn't need to do it himself.
In other words, it is impossible to leave any clue.
"Please believe me, as the father of a daughter, I will not joke about my daughter's safety, let alone lie about it."
Brian emphasized, then raised his hand and took out a backpack that was placed in the bedroom and study room.
The whole process is very careful and slow.
Brian didn't want to cause any misunderstanding.
Because, just when he raised his hand, he could feel strong heart palpitations.
It's a feeling you only have when facing a powerful crisis.
He will not perceive it wrong.
I believe this feeling more.
So, he carefully picked up the backpack and handed it to Jason.
At the same time, the look towards Jason became strange.
Before he came, he checked Jason's file.
He is just an ordinary person. Apart from being taller, stronger, and able to write books, there is nothing worth paying attention to.
But the sight of 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 real scene description in "Cross Street Stalker".
Serial killer?
Brian thought, wariness appeared in his eyes.
He needs Jason's help to get closer to Ahmaud in a faster and safer way and rescue his daughter, but this does not mean that he will cooperate with a serial killer.
It wasn't possible before.
Impossible in the future.
Now?
Even more impossible.
Looking at Jason who had already opened his backpack, Brian already regretted his impatience.
Sure enough, it took too long to retire.
Brian sighed in his heart.
He would never say that it was because of his daughter that he became impatient.
He owes her.
Now he just wants to make up for his mistakes.
Jason noticed Brian's vigilance, but he did not stop. He was looking through the photos and descriptions in his backpack.
Through these photos and descriptions, Jason quickly formed a gang organization headed by "Ahmaud" in his mind.
This is a gang hidden underground in 'Cherry City'.
It is quite powerful, not only trafficking in drugs, but also in human trafficking.
They will select "excellent" goods and organize some auctions regularly.
Quite a few big names will appear at these auctions.
Jason looked at the photo in his hand, and he looked at Ahmaud smiling broadly around some people.
It's no longer the contemptuous one, but a sincere smile.
And with a little bit of...pleasure?
That’s right!
Just to please!
Ahmaud is trying to please those people with these 'excellent' goods.
"Is this your 'shortcut' to becoming a big shot?"
Jason whispered to himself.
Then, he turned to look at Brian.
"Are you sure these are true?"
Jason asked.
"certainly."
"Although I have retired, my channels have not retired."
Brian said with certainty, and then the father hesitated slightly, but finally said: "I originally hoped to use your relationship with Ahmaud to sneak into his 'factory' and rescue my daughter, but
…”
"But worried I'm a serial killer?"
"Worried that my appearance will put your daughter in more danger?"
Jason interrupted the other party.
Brian looked at Jason in surprise.
It seemed strange why Jason knew what he had just thought.
"Because the way you looked at me just now was like looking at a pervert."
"Borrow it for a moment."
After Jason explained, he motioned to Brian to give way.
Brian immediately took two steps back and watched Jason walk to the bookshelf. Then, he took out a hockey mask from behind the bookshelf and slowly put it on.
Then, Jason pulled out a broad-bladed short-handled machete.
Jason, who was holding a machete and wearing a hockey mask, looked at Brian and said seriously.
"The description in the book is just a simple description. I am not a perverted killer."
