What would you find in the basement of a color-stained gang boss?
Firearms? Gold? Banknotes?
These are normal.
Even if there were a bunch of corpses, Jason would be able to accept it.
Even if these corpses are mutilated, that's okay.
These things that appeared would not make Jason dazed at all.
The reason why Jason was really stunned was that what he saw in front of him was too unexpected.
A broken bicycle, not only without a seat, but also without a rear wheel, was hanging out of thin air and placed in a glass cabinet.
A grandfather clock, the pendulum has long stopped, the hour, minute and second hands have all disappeared, leaving only a white dial with mottled yellows, which is obviously very old.
This floor clock is also inside a glass cabinet.
Jason turned his head and looked to one side.
He saw... a crowbar?
Jason confirmed for a few seconds that this was indeed a crowbar.
It's all black, placed in red velvet, and covered with the same glass cabinet as before.
And the entire second underground floor of the huge underground house contains only these three things.
Judging from the solemn placement, it is definitely not a conspiracy.
But Ahmaud really values these things.
Again, this is not a special collecting habit.
Because, the crowbar is exuding the smell of 'food'.
Items with the smell of 'food' are naturally extraordinary.
But there is only one 'crowbar', but there is no other bicycle or clock.
"Can't tell accurately, can it only be a rough confirmation?"
"Moreover, it is no longer a 'weapon', but more... life-oriented?"
Jason thought about the difference between the 'food' in front of him and the 'food' in the past, and couldn't help but remind himself that he needed to pay attention.
It is obvious that the world before us has a different ‘food system’.
The thoughts in his heart did not hinder Jason's action. He raised his hand and smashed the glass cabinet containing the 'crowbar'.
Didi, didi!
Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded.
However, Jason didn't care.
That phone call had already made Ahmaud know that it didn't matter whether the alarm went off or not.
Lifting a corner of the hockey mask, Jason stuck out his tongue and licked the crowbar.
Sweet, with a light rice aroma.
Hmm...it smells a bit like Mr. Mi!
Jason's eyes lit up, he took the 'crowbar' into his mouth slightly, and then bit it hard.
Crunch!
With the crisp sound of metal, one corner of the 'crowbar' was bitten off by Jason.
Crunch, crunch!
In the crisp chewing sound, the sweet and rice flavor spread directly on Jason's taste buds.
Jason can now be sure that it is Old Man Mi.
He had eaten it often before and would never forget the taste.
Then, he took out the ketchup packet that the boss Bob gave him when he bought hot dogs at the fast food stand in the afternoon.
Holding the ketchup packet in one hand, he opened his mouth and bit the corner of the ketchup packet. With a little force, the ketchup packet was torn open, and Jason squeezed the ketchup packet onto the 'crowbar'.
At this time, Jason could clearly see that the corner he bit off revealed very complex and regular patterns.
Obviously, this 'crowbar' is not simple and has extraordinary effects.
But Jason took it for granted.
How can an object that can become ‘food’ be simple?
The knives, swords, steel bars, TV towers and the like that were eaten by him are all special existences.
The same should naturally be true of a ‘crowbar’.
It's a pity...I don't know how to cook 'crowbar'.
It can only be dipped in sauce!
Jason thought silently and filled the whole 'crowbar' with tomatoes from several ketchup packets.
Then, he opened his mouth and his throat bulged.
Suddenly, the entire 'crowbar' was stuffed into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
Amid the crisp chewing sound, Jason narrowed his eyes.
Eating is always a pleasure.
Especially when eating is accompanied by satiety——
【Swallow the Holy Sword of Food (inferior imitation)!】
[Physical strength, energy, and injuries are moderately recovered!]
【Satisfaction +8!】
【Satiety: 152】
…
For Jason at this moment, the satiety level was not high, but this did not diminish Jason's joy at all.
Because this is completely an unexpected gain.
Putting on his mask again, Jason strode towards the door.
And the moment he pushed open the door and walked out, three defused grenades were thrown in.
This is Jason's previous trophy.
Using it at this time is naturally to eliminate the traces he may leave.
Not just the second underground floor.
Several other important locations, especially the two surveillance rooms, were taken care of by Jason.
Boom, boom boom!
The explosions of grenades sounded one after another.
When Jason walked out of the mansion, the entire mansion was almost in ruins.
However, this is not the end.
Outside the door, Brian stood holding a rocket launcher.
Seeing Jason coming out, he pulled the trigger on the mansion.
Whoosh!
boom!
The rocket plunged in, followed by the roar of the explosion.
The whole mansion just flew into the sky.
Then, Brian took out two weird-looking grenades from the car and threw them towards the ruined mansion.
Molotov cocktails!
Jason instantly identified the true identities of the two grenades.
boom!
Flames soar into the sky!
The fire lit up the surroundings!
However, except for the sound of burning flames, there was no sound at all around.
All the wealthy people around were huddled in the basements of their homes. Their bodyguards were holding weapons and nervously guarding the door. No one dared to come out to find out what was going on.
"Get in the car."
Brian looked at the burning fire and motioned to Jason.
Jason shook his head in refusal.
Then, without waiting for Brian to speak again, he walked directly into the darkness beside him.
He didn't mind going with Brian, it was just to show his gratitude.
But that doesn't mean he will leave with Brian.
The goal is too big!
It's far worse than being on his own.
What's more, he is a writer and now he has to go back to writing.
As for what happened here?
That was done by the 'masked man', what does Jason have to do with him?
Seeing Jason disappear quickly in the darkness, Brian didn't stop any longer. He opened the door and got into the car, then stepped on the accelerator.
"Dad, who is that?"
After the car started, Kemi couldn't bear it anymore and asked directly.
"He is my friend."
Brian pondered for a moment and then said.
"Then dad, what do you...do?"
Kemi asked.
Brian was silent.
He didn't want to lie to his daughter, but he also didn't want his daughter to know his former career.
Silence became the last option.
Faced with such silence, Kemi, the smart girl did not ask any more questions, but changed the topic.
"Where are we going now?"
"Are you going to mom's place?"
"No."
"Your mother's place isn't safe either."
"You need a safe place."
Brian shook his head.
He knew very well what kind of person Ahmaud was. Such a guy would definitely not let go of the girls who escaped from him. He would definitely take revenge and find out who destroyed his lair.
Therefore, he needs to act aggressively.
Before Ahmaud takes action, he must kill Ahmaud first.
However, this obviously cannot take Kemi with him.
He can only act alone.
Fortunately, he knew a very safe place.
…
Jason returned to Room 13 on the 3rd floor of Apartment 3a.
The whole process was as silent as when he left.
After putting away the mask and machete and rinsing them, Jason sat in the study wearing big pants, slippers, and a pajama jacket.
Although he knew that his writing was not good, but facing the [main mission], he had to bite the bullet and start writing.
At the beginning of the paper, he quickly wrote 'Chapter One'.
Then, he thought about whether he should write a 'preface' at the beginning of the book.
then--
Stab!
He tore off the first page, crumpled it into a ball and threw it aside.
Jason carefully wrote a 'preface' on the second page of paper.
then……
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
…
Two minutes later, Jason still couldn't write a word.
He didn't know what to write.
Even, I don’t know how to write at all.
However, he is not a person who simply gives up.
So I held on for another minute.
He stood up silently, gently pulled the chair aside, then grabbed the manuscript paper on the table and started tearing it apart crazily.
"Can't write it!"
"Can't write it!"
“I really can’t write it!”
While tearing, Jason roared.
Then, he picked up the pen and stared at it fiercely.
"And you!"
"You are already a mature fountain pen, why can't you write by yourself?"
"Why?"
"Why did you say?"
Of course the pen won't answer.
Only Jason's roar echoed in the room.
Naturally, such a sound penetrated the wall and fell on the ears of the policeman watching next door.
"Should we go take a look?"
"I feel like something happened to that writer?"
asked a young police detective.
"It's okay."
"A writer."
"They are all schizophrenics and lunatics."
An older police detective with a rich business background said calmly while holding a cup of coffee.
The young police detective looked confused.
"You think, the writer is writing a book, conceiving a book. He has devoted his body and mind to that book, and that book is a new world!"
"But what about reality? He will still return to reality. He needs to meet people and treat people in reality, and he needs to eat, drink and sleep."
"Once, twice, three times, the two worlds intertwined and shuttled back and forth."
"Normal people would go crazy."
"Not to mention that writers, who stay up late every day, have irregular schedules, and irregular diets, are even more likely to collapse."
The older police detective explained.
"Writers are really pathetic."
The young police detective couldn't help but sigh.
"yes."
"Years of occupational diseases and various incomprehensions have put writers under unimaginable pressure."
The older police detective nodded.
"Don't understand?"
The young police detective was puzzled again.
The elderly police detective did not answer immediately, but sighed slightly before speaking.
"Writers are human beings who devote almost all their energy to coding. They are different from ordinary people. They have 365 days a year, no vacations and no free time."
"If you have writer friends, you will have experienced this -"
"Can you come out to play? Sorry, I need to code."
"Come, let's have dinner! Sorry, I have to code."
"Let's go on a date and go to the movies! Sorry, I have to code."
"It's a holiday today! Sorry, I have to code."
"After one, two, or at most three times, the writer basically has no friends."
"They will think that the writer is unsociable and aloof."
"Actually, they don't know how much the writer wants to go out, have dinner, or go on a date, but... they can't do it. They have to code."
As he said that, the elderly policeman sighed again.
Then, without waiting for the young police detective to ask further questions, the older police detective continued.
"But even so, there is still a large group of people attacking them."
"Those who read pirated copies don't spend a penny, and shamelessly leave them all kinds of messages, saying that such books are not worth reading, saying that I am a poor person and a college student, and look down on genuine books, as if I am weak and I am justified."
"But what if we really have no money?"
the young police detective asked.
"No money?"
"It's just that they think that this kind of money needs to be saved and spent on more useful places, such as nightclubs, clubbing, and flirting with girls. At that time, they were all strong people, and they would spend it reading ten or a hundred books.
Money, without even frowning."
"But once you come back to read a book?"
"They once again acted like I am poor but I am reasonable, I am weak and I am reasonable."
"It's really haha."
The elderly police detective sneered again and again.
"It's really too much!"
"Don't they think about how the author will make a living if they all watch pirated copies?"
the young police detective asked angrily
"What do you rely on for food?"
“Shouldn’t the author get a part-time job?”
"Writing a book can be regarded as a donation, it can be used to generate electricity for love, and then, just go to work to support yourself."
The older police detective imitated someone's tone and said.
The young police detective was stunned.
"This, this..."
"Do you think this is fake?"
"This is what a writer friend of mine told me. At that time, a pirate reader told him this."
"Moreover, that person is still laughing at the readers who read the genuine version, thinking that these people are fools and idiots."
The older police detective recounted something about a writer friend.
"This is really a black sheep!"
The young police detective said solemnly.
"Not enough! Not enough!"
"How can this be enough?"
"There are also some pirates who deliberately leave harsh words in the comments of some new writers, because they know very well that no one pays attention to such new writers, and they will cherish every comment extremely, even if such comments are harsh.
They won't delete it even if they are mean, they enjoy this kind of treatment, but they don't know that doing so may really kill a writer."
The older police detective sighed again.
"Zuo, writers are really pathetic."
The young police detective couldn't help but say.
"Sometimes they are really pitiful, but sometimes they are really happy."
"Because they have a group of real readers supporting them."
"You never thought how happy a writer would be after receiving the support of real readers. It is a resonance of mutual understanding, an encouragement from the soul, and a bond that people will never forget."
The older police detective's tone couldn't help but become excited.
"A real reader?"
"Understood."
"I will definitely support the genuine version!"
The young police detective nodded vigorously.
The older police detective smiled and was about to say something when footsteps came from the corridor.
He immediately made a gesture to his assistant and climbed on the cat's eye to look.
Boom, boom!
The next moment there was a knock on the door, Jason opened the door.
He had already heard the footsteps.
Looking at Brian and Cammy outside the door, Jason frowned. He didn't want to have anything to do with the father and daughter for the time being, but in the end he turned sideways and let the two of them enter the room.
He could hear the monitor next to him watching here with bated breath.
After closing the door, Jason pointed to the next door to Brian.
Immediately, Brian understood.
"Feel sorry."
"I can't think of a more suitable candidate for the time being."
"I can only leave Kemi with you."
Brian lowered his voice and said to Jason.
"You want to take action against Ahmaud?"
Jason asked.
"Um."
"If he doesn't die, I won't feel at ease."
"Only if he dies can Kemi live in the sun."
Brian didn't hide anything and said directly.
Jason did not refuse immediately, he pondered.
Ahmaud, according to the description of "Cross Street Stalker", is a very important character and an important part of the protagonist's change. If Ahmaud dies, the killer's arrangement will almost be self-defeating.
Maybe……
Jason thought of something and raised his head and looked at Brian.
"How long will it take?"
Jason asked.
"Dawn!"
"At most until dawn!"
Brian gave an affirmative answer.
"She can stay until dawn."
Jason answered like this.
"Thanks!"
"Thank you for everything you've done for me!"
"Jason, I will repay you!"
Brian promised, and then turned to look at his daughter.
"Kemi stay here."
"Jason can be trusted."
After saying that, Brian ignored the reluctance in Kemi's eyes, blocked her, turned around and walked out.
Brian didn't look back, and the door slammed shut.
Jason looked at the girl huddled in the sofa chair, thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the study and bedroom.
Cammy, who had been watching Jason, was stunned when Jason turned around.
This back view... looks familiar!
Almost instantly, Kemi thought of the look back when she was on the first floor underground.
This back view is exactly the same as the previous back view.
There are also friends that dad talks about.
Two people are one person!
Quickly, Kemi came up with the answer.
Therefore, when Jason walked out holding a pillow and blanket, Cammy had already stood up from the sofa and looked straight at him, as if she was seeing him for the first time, looking at him carefully.
There was curiosity in his eyes.
There are also a lot of surprises.
"What's wrong?"
Jason asked without changing his expression.
"Are you really a writer?"
Kemi asked.
"Yeah, a has-been writer."
Jason nodded, not denying it, just adding a prefix.
"What about your mask?"
Cammy asked again.
"What?"
"I don't understand what you are saying."
Jason denied it.
He doesn't mind that Brian knows his identity, because he knows that Brian will keep the secret for him, and he trusts people like Brian.
As for Brian’s daughter?
Seeing the other person's eagerness to try, Jason knew what he should do.
He didn't want any more surprises to happen.
"You were the one who just rushed in there!"
"I'm sure of it!"
"Your backs are exactly the same!"
"And the way you walk is the same!"
Kemi ignored Jason's denial at all. She stared at Jason with wide eyes, and even circled around Jason, as if she was admiring an unexpected work.
Under such eyes, Jason remained unmoved.
He has experienced too many scenes.
What's happening in front of me is not even pediatrics.
Jason threw the pillow and quilt in his arms directly to Kemi, and Jason said in a very cold tone.
"You have two choices now!"
"First, you rest here!"
"Second, get out of my room!"
After saying that, Jason ignored Kemi and turned back to the bedroom and study.
Kemi was stunned for a moment, she was a little frightened by Jason's cold tone.
After a long while, he finally said: "This is the living room."
"Well, I know."
"You sleep on the sofa in the living room."
"The bed in the bedroom is mine."
Jason nodded to show that Cammy understood correctly.
"But I'm a girl!"
Kemi emphasized.
"Equality between men and women."
Jason returned to the desk, sat down, and said without raising his head.
"You are so ungentlemanly!"
"If I weren't a gentleman, you wouldn't have pillows and quilts."
Jason retorted.
"You, you will end up alone like this!"
Looking at Jason's appearance, Kemi angrily threw the pillows and quilt on the sofa and nestled in.
She told herself that as long as she endured it until dawn and saw her father, everything would be over.
But after only two minutes, Kemi couldn't help but get up.
She tiptoed towards the door of the study and bedroom, and quietly stuck her head out.
She wanted to see what Jason was doing.
Then, she saw Jason holding a pen and looking at a brand new manuscript paper with a serious expression, as if he was brewing something.
Is this the writer?
Kemi couldn't help but think.
Just when she was expecting Jason to write vigorously, Jason suddenly raised his head.
The two people's eyes just looked at each other.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it."
"I'm just curious."
"sorry."
Different from her previous stubbornness, Kemi, who knew she had made a mistake before, hurriedly bowed and apologized. Her long chestnut-blond hair flowed forward as she bent over, revealing her fair neck. When she straightened up again, she pulled her hair back
When it is lifted to one side, the youthful vitality of the girl and the unique charm of women are fully revealed at this time.
To be targeted by Ahmaud's gang, Kemi's appearance is indispensable. Her actions at this time, combined with Kemi's beautiful face, make her look very attractive.
Jason stood up from behind the desk and walked straight towards Cammy.
The tall and strong body scared Kemi to step back repeatedly.
"At noon, I cook the hot pot base at home and add potatoes, cabbage, tofu, shrimp paste, and mutton rolls to it. I will definitely take a sip of the soup first."
“The soup at this time tastes really good.”
"Then, I will eat all the ingredients inside, leaving only the hot pot soup base."
"At night, I will add potatoes and cabbage for dinner."
"And in the middle of the night, I will light the fire again, cook noodles in it, and serve it with the soup base as a special bowl of noodle soup."
"Do you know why?"
Jason asked, looking down at Cammy.
"Because, because... you are poor?"
Kemi stammered in reply.
"Um."
"So, do you know what to do?"
"I'm so poor!"
"So I'm used to being alone."
"I'm a little uncomfortable with two people."
After Jason nodded, he walked to the sofa.
How to do it?
How do I know what to do?
Kemi yelled, but when facing Jason, she only dared to yell in her heart and did not dare to yell out loud at all.
Then, she watched Jason pick up the pillow and quilt and prepare to open the door, as if he was going to drive her out. Kemi was so anxious that she was so anxious that the moment the door was opened, she suddenly felt happy.
