The Demon’s Menu

Vol 3 Chapter 1: "Author" ... Jason?

In the last scene of the "fragmented" world, Jason was very clear about the real gap between him and those "strange".

The other side is almost crushing on him!

He had no room for resistance.

Do not!

Instead, it is like a ants!

Although Jason couldn't make an accurate comparison of how strong the "strange" existence of "Lord" was yet, but after learning about the strange existence of "Ang City", Jason has made up his mind.

Don't promote yourself to the present "extreme"!

Never go back!

Otherwise, even if you go back, once you are stared at by the ‘strangeness’ of ‘Lord’, you will not escape.

It can even be said that life is better than death.

Even if he has the talent of "immortality", it is the same.

Because this is one of the traits that attract these 'strangeness' in itself.

Moreover, since someone can become a sword **** in Novice Village!

that……

Why can't I practice 'One Punch Peace' in 'Novice Village'?

Jason thought silently.

The heart is more and more determined.

He slightly adjusted his sitting posture so that his body could better cover the black notebook touched by his fingertips, and then began to act.

Choose soup (clear soup): beef soup!

After Jason gave the choice, he immediately consumed 7 fullness.

Then, more text began to appear on the notebook.

[Cloth soup is always delicious. 】

[It can be thought of as a link between success and failure. 】

[But more so, there exists alone! 】

【What is it? 】

[It depends on your choice. 】

[Remember: This is the clear soup you ordered]

...

After the usual text, √ appears after [Beef Soup].

Then, there is a comment--

[Background: As a local writer with considerable fame, within ten years, you have only written a book that is still a best-seller. This makes you highly questioned, and even you start to doubt whether you have a gift for writing. Therefore, In order to let yourself write a best-selling book in the true sense, you left your familiar home and came to a strange city. Are you going to look for something special ... material? 】

[Main task: sell at least 100,000 new books within 120 days (must be purchased by others voluntarily, and each person counts only one): 0/100000]

[Obtain temporary language, it will disappear automatically when you leave the copy]

[Temporary changes in clothing, appearance, equipment, automatic recovery when leaving the copy]

[Detection of gunpowder-free weapons]

(Hint: please enjoy your clear soup.)

...

Me, Jason, writer?

Jason was taken aback.

Before he could recover, the black notebook closed.

At this moment, he had appeared in a room.

The room is small and very crowded.

In front of him was a large desk with a stack of books stacked on the left and right sides. Each stack was about 40 cm high and contained books of different thicknesses. Each book had protruding bookmarks. Outside the wood, there is nothing to draw attention to. In the middle of the two stacks of books is a thick stack of manuscript paper, and beside them are two pens and a bottle of ink.

At the moment the manuscript paper was empty and there was nothing written on it.

Looking forward on the desk, it was an open desk lamp. The orange light of the bulb shone brightly on the desk, dispersing the dim light.

Moving his eyes away from the desk, Jason looked up at the clock on the wall as soon as he looked up.

The desk is close to the wall, leaving no gaps.

Turning his head to the left, the heavy, mopping curtains covered everything.

On the right, there is a single bed, which needs to get up and walk five steps to be able to lie on it.

However, this single bed is too narrow.

It is not that the single bed itself is narrow, but that books are stacked on top of it to make it look narrow.

In fact, not only the bed, but the ground is also full of books.

As soon as Jason looked back, he saw three bookshelves side by side.

Bookshelves are also full of books.

"This is the writer's room?"

Jason was a little stunned.

In his imagination, the writer has always been tall.

They should be lighting a cigarette, holding the cigarette in their left hand, holding a pen in their right hand, sometimes struggling to write a book, sometimes a stroke, sometimes stopping to concentrate on thinking, taking a breath of smoke, and immediately inspiration is like a stream of water, writing down again .

Even when you are in a hurry, you must ensure that you are decent.

Even if you do n’t wear a suit, you have to be formal.

And he?

The upper body is pajamas, the lower body is big pants, and the feet are bare.

The slippers were thrown in the corner of the room.

After looking around, he didn't find the mask, wide-blade short-handle machete, Jason's eyes were placed on the desk drawer.

According to past experience, his mask, wide-blade short-handle machete should be nearby.

And this experience has not gone wrong.

When Jason opened the desk drawer, he found his mask and wide-blade short-handled machete.

Stroking the mask and his weapon.

Jason unconsciously settled a point, and then he stood up and walked to the slippers in the corner of the room.

During this period, he carefully avoided several piles of books.

After putting on the slippers, Jason walked out of the door.

Outside the door is a small living room.

Compared to the study and bedroom room, the small living room is much cleaner and tidy.

The small living room can be divided into two parts depending on where Jason is standing.

On the left hand side is a round coffee table and four sofa chairs.

On the right hand side is the corridor leading to the suite.

Walking out of the room, you can see the refrigerator, TV, telephone, etc. against the wall, and on the side of the corridor are hangers.

From the thin coat hanging on the hanger, Jason found the wallet, keys, etc.

The wallet contains an ID card and two bank cards, as well as 173 banknotes and 3 coins.

There are one key, one big and one small, and the two keys are bunched together.

There is a small card behind the big one.

The sign clearly stated: ‘3A Apartment-313’.

And behind the sign is the phone number: 0054444944.

Obviously the big key is this house.

Putting the purse back in the pocket of the jacket, Jason pushed the door and opened the door.

The big key belongs to the apartment.

The smaller ones are supposed to be mailboxes and the like.

And here is a rented apartment, the chance of having a mailbox outside the door is quite high.

If there is a mailbox, there will be a newspaper.

He needs paper things like newspapers to help him confirm more information.

Just as Jason speculated, he found a packed mailbox on the wall outside the door. Holding a small key, Jason easily opened the small lock and took out the newspaper inside.

At the same time, there are four letters.

Along with the letter, Jason brought it back to the room.

Of course, Jason did not forget the TV.

After turning on the TV, he began to read the newspapers.

Newspapers are issued continuously, the date of the earliest one is: D99.7.10.

The most recent newspaper is D99.7.17.

Through the TV station's broadcast, Jason can confirm that this is today's date.

There are a total of eight newspapers with consistent dates and no one is lost.

Similarly, there is nothing above that makes Jason worthy of attention.

Leaving the newspaper aside, Jason took the four letters.

One of the four letters has no sender and address, and the remaining three are written according to the format, with both the sender and the recipient.

The senders of the three letters were John, Brian and McCall.

The recipient is him, Jason.

Open the first of these three believers, named John.

Hello, Jason:

You said you want to know something special?

I have some stories here, I don't know if you want to listen.

If you can, call me XXXXXXX.

Your friend you never met: John

99.7.14

...

This is the first one.

"A friend I never met?"

Jason frowned and opened the second one.

Hello, Jason:

I might have something you are interested in here.

But I hope you can listen to some of my things.

In exchange, I will tell you what you are interested in.

Friends you can trust: Brian

99.7.15

...

Without hesitation, after checking again and confirming that there was no danger inside, Jason opened the third seal.

Hello, Jason:

I thought about it for a long time, and wondered whether I should write this letter.

After hesitation, I decided to write to you.

Not to satisfy your curiosity, I just want to give you a piece of advice.

Your loyal friend: McCall

99.7.16

...

Looking at the three letters in front of him, Jason's brows grew tighter.

Three friends with various prefixes.

One letter a day.

Jason probably guessed the three people ’s intentions. After all, ‘he’ came here to get materials. The three should be the ones who provided him with ‘materials’.

just……

Between the lines of the three, Jason always felt a little strange.

Moreover, the three people have different personalities.

The first John should be inclined to talk unilaterally, but he doesn't want to see anyone. Undoubtedly this is a very lonely person.

Although the second Brian asked him to listen, he had the premise of exchange. Obviously this is the person who abides by his code.

The third McCall is the weirdest. Unlike the first two, the other party seems very worried about himself and wants to help himself.

Jason shook his head and collected all three letters.

Then, looked at the fourth letter.

This is the only letter with no signature and address.

Moreover, the envelope is also made of thick kraft paper.

"Have you covered up?"

Jason murmured to himself, and picked up the letter for a closer look.

The thick kraft paper blocked the light, making it difficult for Jason to see what was inside, but this did not prevent Jason from using touch to judge that it was a boxy, thin thing.

Such a thing obviously cannot be a bomb or something.

However, other dangerous goods are not excluded.

Jason stood up and took the letter into the study.

He remembered that in the drawer of the desk, in addition to his mask, wide-blade short-handle machete, there was also a paper cutter.

Picking up the paper knife, Jason carefully cut open the envelope.

Then, the envelope stood upright—

Ding!

In the collision of metal and desk, something fell on the table.

"blade?"

Jason looked at the blade on the table in surprise. The whole person was a little unclear.

Send the blade?

What do you mean?

Is it a threat?

But only the blade, but there is no threatening words.

There was no stationery in the envelope. Just in case, Jason opened the entire stationery and looked at it.

There is no text inside the envelope.

This puzzled Jason slightly.

However, one thing Jason is certain.

The person who sent the special letter must be someone familiar with him.

At least, the other party knew he lived here.

Without an address, the ‘postman’ will not be without a prophet.

Even an excellent "postman" like him can't do it, let alone those ordinary postmen.

"interesting."

Jason said to himself.

Then he was ready to call the Mr. John, who wanted to hear some stories about the other party.

He didn't forget his main task: sell at least 100,000 new books in 120 days!

This is not an easy thing!

Although Jason is not a writer.

But he knew that he didn't even write a word now.

A book must write at least 20w words?

Even if it is thinner, it should be more than one hundred thousand words?

Jason guessed somewhat uncertainly.

But when he was about to pick up the phone, the phone rang in one step-

Jingle Bell!

After the phone rang three times in a row and Jason confirmed that it was not a mistake, he picked up the phone.

"Hey."

"Jason? When will you hand in the manuscript?"

"It's 17th today!"

"You promised me to submit the paper by the end of the month!"

Just after Jason spoke, a slightly grumpy voice came out of the receiver.

Reminder?

Is it an editor?

Jason thought subconsciously.

This silence made the editor over the phone even more irritable.

"Don't be stupid!"

"Don't say you have amnesia!"

"Last time, you already used this excuse!"

"I am your editor Lavin."

"The address of our publishing house is 221 Mayor Street, Mayor Jones, and the telephone number is XXXXXXXX"

"I have investigated that your cats and dogs are sending samples in pet shops. They are all fine and not sick."

"Also, none of your relatives have been married in the last six months, let alone a funeral!"

"And you?"

"Not to eat a bad stomach!"

"So, send the new book by the end of the month!"

After talking, the other party hung up the phone without waiting for Jason to reply.

Click!

Toot, toot!

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Jason could not help shrugging. He could hear that the editor was badly angry, and this is not to blame the other party. Look at the reasons he used before.

It's fake when you hear it.

Since the leave is taken, it is natural to be a little more real.

At least to say that the hand is injured, and cast, it is best to get a doctor to issue a certificate.

This is reasonable.

Eat a bad belly?

It's too fake ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Who would eat a bad belly?

Individuals will not eat bad stomach.

The delicious piece of food.

He will never eat enough.

With this in mind, Jason put down the receiver and began to call John's phone.

This time, it was interrupted again.

Jason looked in the direction of the door, almost six times more than ordinary people's perception, which allowed him to clearly hear a series of footsteps up the stairs. The footsteps were very messy, at least five people.

Moreover, after coming to the third floor, these people came straight to his room.

At the next moment, the knock on the door rang--

Boom, boom!

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