The Demon’s Menu

A touch of ‘food’.

It's tempting.

Jason couldn't help turning up.

He who had just finished afternoon tea absolutely did not mind starting a formal dinner right away.

The old butler who had crossed Jason did not see Jason's upturned corner of the mouth, he performed his duties.

The old housekeeper walked quickly to the silver-white elongated car, raised his hand and knocked on the window.

Dang, Dang.

"Master, Mr. Jason is here."

After the knocking sound fell, the old housekeeper said.

"Ok."

There was a crack in the door in the slight response.

The old housekeeper immediately opened the door, turned around and raised his hand to make a gesture to Jason.

"please."

After Jason nodded, he got on directly.

Just like the extended situation seen outside, this car is quite spacious, even with Jason ’s height and sturdy body, it can easily turn around and sit down with the premise of bending down.

Of course, more important is luxury.

The leather seats, the panoramic sunroof, and the solid wood floor underneath the feet, there is an aisle beside the seats, where rows of drinks are placed.

This is not like the interior of a car at all, but a small room.

"What do I need to drink?"

The owner of the car asked.

"water."

Jason replied, and began to look at the extraordinary identity of the current big figure Emory.

Ai Mod has a square face, his face can not be said to be handsome, but has a considerable momentum, dense hair and beard, neatly groomed, the other party sitting there in a white suit, unbuttoned suit button black shirt, Erlang's cocked legs show that the other side is also black leather shoes.

Of course, the most important thing is a touch of ‘food’.

Not long ago, the other party came into contact with certain types of ‘food’!

What could it be?

Jason guessed, looking into the other person's eyes.

Jason cares about the other person's eyes.

Because, these seemingly smiling eyes, there is still a hint of malice just now.

Is malicious, not vigilant.

Even if it's fleeting, Jason can be sure of this.

Because of his certainty, Jason was a little curious.

He can be sure that it is the first time for both parties to meet.

Is it ... I knew him before?

Jason thought.

He had no previous memory, which made him feel constrained again.

"Hello, Mr. Emmod, have we met?"

After the bottled water handed over, Jason asked casually.

"No."

"This is our first meeting."

Emmod shook his head and smiled as he answered.

No?

Where does that maliciousness come from?

Jason was puzzled, but Emmod's words didn't stop.

"However, I have read your book" Crossroad Tracker "."

"Um ... very real."

After Amor pondered for a while, he said so.

Faced with this evaluation, Jason had no idea what to answer.

He has also read books written by ‘self’.

There is a wonderful aspect, but there are also many mistakes and omissions. If it is said from an objective perspective, Jason can admit that this book is reluctantly classified into the ranks of the Imagination Book.

However, when he wrote this book?

Everything becomes subtle.

There is a trace of embarrassment and a trace of helplessness.

The next second, Jason smiled.

"Thank you"

A celebrity said that when you do n’t know how to answer, just smile.

"No, no no."

"I'm not ridiculous."

"I am sincere."

Ai Mod waved his hand and seemed to say it very sincerely, but, immediately, this extraordinary person suddenly squatted up, leaning forward like a leopard about to prey.

"However, this does not mean that I am used to being a character inside!"

"That guy, that imitation criminal asked me to come here to entrust you to investigate my wife's affair."

"It's ridiculous!"

"He picked the wrong target."

Emmod said coldly.

At this moment, the smile on the other's face had completely converged, leaving only a cold piece.

A little murderously, he showed up involuntarily.

Jason was not surprised.

It ’s hard to guess what a big man like Emory did for his current position.

However, one thing, Jason is quite sure.

A big man like Emmod would actually follow the arrangement of the "killer" to see him, and he must have been caught by the "killer".

Otherwise, the other party will simply ignore the "killer".

Of course, including him.

After a simple politeness, Ai Mood has exposed the true nature hidden in the politeness.

It was a contempt for ordinary people.

Jason's silent thinking clearly made Emmod misunderstand.

"I know you have nothing to do with him, you are also a victim."

"However, you are a pretty lucky guy."

"He provokes me, so I will take care of him."

"And you?"

"Stay here, do nothing, just stay here, understand?"

Emmod stared at Jason, saying word by word.

There is no doubt in the discourse.

"no problem."

Jason shrugged.

Of course, this is just a promise.

Secretly, Jason had a plan.

If it is said that he did n’t mind the honest ‘bystander’ before the ins and outs of the whole thing were figured out, when ‘food’ appeared, such ‘bystander’ had changed.

Become, join!

It became, hunting!

He is hungry.

Emmod didn't see this, he saw Jason the same person he met before.

It's all that ... well, humble.

It's humble.

At the bottom of my heart, I evaluated this writer, who looked completely different from the writer, and Ai Morde became more disdainful.

Even, he didn't even want to pretend, so he said so simply.

"Good, you are a smart person."

"Smart people can live long."

"Go back now."

"Go back to your apartment and stay there until the guy is hanged by me."

After talking, Emaud waved his hand and motioned for Jason to leave.

Jason pushed the door and got out of the car. The old housekeeper stood beside the car and closed the door. Then he smiled and looked at Jason.

"Mr. Emmod is a little angry, so if there is anything, please forgive me."

While the old housekeeper was talking, he handed a thick envelope to Jason.

Jason did not refuse.

The last afternoon tea had left 101 of his deposits, one of which was still a coin, and that was a good compensation in itself.

Receiving the envelope, Jason hurried towards the 3A apartment.

"By using the power of the big man to break through the blockade of the sheriff David, how do you deal with this big man's revenge later?"

"Or……"

"How do you arrange 'He' to help me?"

Jason ca n’t forget that in the book, the reason for the protagonist ’s rise to fame is inseparable from the second client.

It is precisely because the ‘protagonist’ has successfully completed the commission. The second commissioned talent introduced more people to the ‘protagonist’, so that the protagonist stepped into the trap step by step while gaining remuneration and reputation.

But that is in the book.

it's here?

Emmod is not so easy to manipulate.

Jason could imagine how Emmod would resist.

Jason thought, looking at his door involuntarily.

313.

As he walked up the stairs, he clearly heard the sound of breathing inside.

Very weak.

Not a weak life, but a kind of concealment.

"this is……"

"Emord's man?"

Jason guessed.

It's not surprising that Emaud sent someone.

At first glance, the other party is a big man who has a strong desire to control and completely ignores others. Such a person sends a person to firmly control his "accident", which is not a big deal.

Thinking in my heart, Jason opened the door as usual.

Then he saw a person standing near the threshold leading to the bedroom and study.

This is a middle-aged man with a messy hair and a beard that has not been repaired for a few days. The other party is wearing black long sleeves and casual pants. The shoes are boots. There is a trace of apology in his eyes, and his face is full of anxiety.

"Sorry, I am not malicious."

"Please forgive me for this presumptuous visit."

"I didn't think I would have a better meeting."

The other party said, a bitter smile on his face.

"We know each other?"

Jason glanced at each other and asked.

He can confirm that the opponent is armed, and that there is more than one.

Coupled with the performance of the other party just now, there is no doubt that this is a fairly strong person.

"Not before."

"However, we passed the letter."

The other party explained.

"letter?"

"Yes, I'm Brian."

"Do you have an impression?"

The other party asked.

"Brian? The Brian who made me listen?"

Jason instantly thought of the sender of the second letter, the other party was Brian.

"Yes, that Brian is me."

"I initially saw the information you posted on the bulletin board and found it very interesting. It happened that I had something that could not be told to ordinary people, so I needed a listener.

Brian said, a bitter smile on his face.

"then you?"

Jason pointed to the other party standing behind the threshold, hiding his appearance.

"My daughter was kidnapped."

"I'm looking for clues."

The bitterness on Brian's face quickly converged, leaving nothing but coldness.

It was a cold sword with a long sword coming out of it.

Sharp and biting.

Kidnapping?

Jason was startled, and then reacted quickly.

"not?"

Jason raised his finger outside the door, and ran his finger down.

"Well, it's him."

Brian said with certainty.

"Aimode kidnapped your daughter?"

Jason frowned.

It's not that Jason doesn't believe Emmod kidnapped Brian's daughter, but Jason doesn't think Emmod would be so stupid.

Aymund's identity is extraordinary, and he wants to do something without having to do it himself.

In other words, it is impossible to leave a handle.

"Trust me, as a daughter ’s father, I will not joke about the safety of my daughter, nor will I lie on it."

Brian emphasized, then raised his hand and took out a backpack that was placed in the bedroom and study.

The whole process is very careful and slow.

Brian did not want to cause any misunderstanding.

Because, just as he raised his hand, he could feel a strong sense of palpitations.

It's a feeling that you have when facing a powerful crisis.

He will not feel wrong.

I believe in this feeling more.

Therefore, he carefully picked up the backpack and handed it to Jason.

At the same time, the look at Jason became weird.

Before he came, he checked Jason's file.

It's just a normal person. Apart from being taller and stronger, and writing books, there is nothing to worry about.

But Jason in front of him made Brian suspect that the file was fake.

He can all retire, so why can't Jason 'retire'?

Subconsciously, Bryan thought of the real-life description in Cross Street Tracker.

Serial killer?

Brian thought, and his eyes were alert.

He needed the help of Jason to get closer to the Emaud in a faster and safer way and rescue his daughter, but this does not mean that he would cooperate with a serial killer.

It was impossible before.

The future is impossible.

right now?

Less likely.

Looking at Jason who had opened his backpack, Brian already regretted his impatience.

Sure enough, it took too long to retire.

Brian sighed in his heart.

He never said that because of his daughter, he became impatient.

He owes her.

He now just wants to make up for the mistake.

Jason found Brian's vigilance, but he didn't stop. He was looking at the photos and descriptions in his backpack.

Through these photos and descriptions, Jason quickly formed a gang organization headed by ‘Emmord’.

This is a gang hidden under the ‘Cherry City’.

The forces are quite large, not only selling DU, but also selling people.

They will pick ‘excellent’ goods and regularly organize some auctions.

A considerable number of big names will appear in these auction venues.

Jason looked at the picture in his hand, and he looked at Emode's smiling face beside some people.

No longer is that contempt, but a sincere smile.

With a little bit ... pleasing?

That's right!

Just please!

Emmod is using these 'excellent' goods to please those people.

"This is your" shortcut "to become a big man?"

Jason whispered to himself.

Then he turned to Brian.

"Are you sure these are true?"

Jason asked.

"of course."

"Although I have retired, my channel has not retired."

Brian said affirmatively, then the father hesitated a little, but finally said: "I had hoped to use your relationship with Emory to sneak into his" factory "and rescue my daughter, ... "

"But worried about me being a serial killer?"

"Worry about my presence and make your daughter more dangerous?"

Jason interrupted the other party's words ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Brian looked at Jason in surprise.

It seems strange, why would Jason know what he just thought.

"Because, you just looked at me like watching a pervert."

"Let me borrow it."

After Jason explained, he motioned for Brian to give in.

Brian stepped back two steps at once, watching Jason walk towards the bookshelf, then, from the bookshelf, took out an ice hockey mask and slowly put it on.

Then Jason pulled out a wide-blade short-handed machete.

Holding a machete, Jason in an ice hockey mask, staring at Brian with his eyes, he said very seriously--

"The portrayal in the book is just a simple portrayal, and I am not a perverted killer."