The Demon’s Menu

The bearded head was slightly lowered, and he raised his hand to catch the arrow that fell into his throat, his eyes full of incredible.

"Ha ha."

He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, his voice changed involuntarily, and he became a smirking smirk, full of weirdness and fierceness.

Bearded felt the rapid passing of life, and subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger and take his goal to the end, but at this time, his fingers were already stiff and hard to move at all.

Grunt.

A series of black blood bubbles came out of his mouth.

The bearded body stiffened, completely silent.

Blood bubbles converge into a blood stream and run down the mouth.

It was so dark that it made people feel numb.

The arrow is poisonous!

And it is some kind of highly toxic!

Bloody death!

The old housekeeper straightened up and looked at the corpse in the car with complicated eyes.

"Sorry."

"I don't want to die yet."

"At least, I can't die yet."

The old housekeeper said this, dragging the body out of the car.

Instead of throwing it away at random, the arrow on the neck of the corpse was pulled out again, and a shovel placed in the pickup trough was used to dig a pit in the soft soil next to it and dragged the corpse into it.

As for why there is a shovel in the pickup?

The answer is self-evident.

The big beard buried in the pit is the best answer.

It's just that the people buried are different.

After refilling the soil, the old housekeeper carried the shovel back to the side of the road, put the shovel back into the pickup trough, took out a bottle of water to wash his hands, wiped it, and then put on his white gloves again and got into the car.

Not far from Cherry City.

The old housekeeper drove the car back to Cherry City.

No.222 Potato Street, located in the southern part of Cherry City.

The old housekeeper drove straight here.

Compared to the wealthy area, here are some assets that are not the best choice for truly wealthy people.

Naturally, the environment here is very good. The rows of buildings are not only neat and tidy, but also have their own small gardens.

No. 222 is more delicate, not only the flower bed is more beautiful, but also a small fountain, but in the middle of the night, the fountain did not open.

On the stone pillars on both sides of the gate, there is a squatting, palm-sized gargoyle standing on the top of the root on the right hand side.

Gargoyle is very small, but it is lifelike.

Of course, more importantly, the gargoyle's slightly open mouth has a probe that can see everything around it.

Therefore, when the car just stopped at the door and the old housekeeper got off the car, the iron gate opened with a click.

The old housekeeper entered the small courtyard, turned and closed the door, and entered the house with familiar doors.

In the house, someone was waiting for him.

A man with a slightly thin and shady face was sitting at the end of the corridor.

The other party's home clothing shows the true identity of the other party's room owner.

Looking at the old housekeeper who came in, the host showed great friendliness.

"Good night, Fendilt."

Speaking of such words, the other party also showed a smile.

The smile seemed as kind as possible, but ordinary people looked like it was like a jackal grinning.

Not only is it grim, but also full of greed, as if to choose someone to eat at any time.

"Good evening, Toez."

After the old housekeeper responded to each other, hesitation and unnaturalness appeared on his face.

This entanglement made Tois smile.

He certainly knew why the old housekeeper had such a look.

Everything is within his expectations.

So, the owner of the house came to life, he patted the old butler's shoulder, seemingly concerned:

"What's wrong, Fendilt?"

"you can tell me."

"We're friends."

Tois looked at the old butler sincerely.

"I was discovered by His Excellency Dodd, and Poul sent the killer just now."

The old housekeeper bit his teeth and confessed what he had just experienced.

"is it?"

"It's more intense than we thought, but it's okay. Didn't we make the worst plan before then?"

Tois comforted the old housekeeper.

Then he paused and asked, "Did you bring something?"

"Brought it."

"There are Mr. Aymod's books."

The old housekeeper took out a USB flash drive from his personal clothes, but he didn't pass it to Tois for the first time. His face was full of guilt and hesitated for two seconds before reaching out completely.

"Mr. Toez, please remember to promise me something."

The old housekeeper emphasized.

"of course."

After holding the USB flash drive to the desk and looking at the contents of the USB flash drive, a smile appeared on his face. He looked up at the old housekeeper and said, "About your former employer 'Edward'." In fact, I already have some clues. "

With such words, Tois pulled open a side drawer and took out a brown paper bag from inside.

"This is the information I collected."

Said Tois.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

The old housekeeper was so excited that his extended hand carried a tremor, but he picked up the brown paper bag on the table without hesitation.

At this time, Tois stood up from the desk again, and walked behind the old housekeeper. The old housekeeper who focused on the kraft paper bag did not pay attention to Tois's movement until a dagger stab He wore his waist.

puff!

The old housekeeper who was unpacking the kraft paper bag shook all over, and the kraft paper bag landed directly.

The old butler turned his head staring blankly at Towis, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"Sorry, Fendilt."

"Neither do I want to."

"But your presence will affect us, so we have to invite you to die-of course, we will not let you die in vain, your death will be of great value, just like Emmod, after all, It was the killer sent by Pound who killed you, and Pall was Dodd ’s steward. Well, as you think, our goal from the beginning to the end is that Dodd. "

Tois said apologetically, but there was no slight apology on his face, and there was only a kind of pride.

However, the old housekeeper at this time did not care what Tois said, and he murmured in his mouth.

"Love, Edward ..."

"You said Edward?"

"Of course we don't know where Edward is, he disappeared so strangely."

"Who can know where he is?"

"All this is to lie to you and make you our pawn."

Tois explained.

He didn't mind explaining more to a dead person.

Or ... he is showing off.

You know, this is all his plan. After learning that Fendilt has apparently been terminated, but still trying his best to find the fool of the missing former employer, he plans.

A plan that can get rid of Dodd and get rid of Emed.

The former is the enemy of his brother ‘Todini’.

the latter?

A little **** from the street also wants to climb to a high position?

It was really whimsical.

I originally hoped that the other party would be able to deal with some things that they could not come forward, but the other party really did not know what to do, and naturally was the target to be eradicated.

Of course, they are absolutely not allowed to do it themselves.

His elder brother ‘Todini’ is already a member of Parliament, and absolutely cannot bear such a bad reputation.

And he?

Not good.

He is about to become a member of the Parliament soon-to replace Emory's quota, which has already been set.

Without Dodd's hindrance, such a thing is stable.

For this, he is really grateful to Fendel the fool.

Tois lowered his head and looked at the old butler who was struggling to hear that he had been deceived and returned to the light. Then he turned his wrist and pierced the dagger of the old steward's body, immediately cutting off the old steward's kidney.

Then, pull out and pierce again.

This time, it is the heart.

puff!

The old steward's body trembled, and the glory in his eyes began to disappear.

thump!

As Tois let go, the old housekeeper fell to his knees and fell on the thick carpet.

After probing his nose, pulse, and heartbeat, Tois confirmed that the old housekeeper had died, and then made another knife in the chest.

Then, he wrapped the old housekeeper directly with a thick blanket on the ground, resisted the house, and threw the body directly into the pickup.

Pickup starts again.

Once again returned to the suburbs.

In the position that was already selected, Tois placed the old housekeeper in the driver's seat, adjusted the sitting posture, put on the seat belt, and placed the old housekeeper's feet on the pickup truck's throttle without flameout.

Hum!

boom!

In the roar of the engine, the pickup directly broke through the guardrail and fell towards the cliff.

Bang, Bang!

After a continuous collision, the pickup fell to the bottom of the cliff.

After looking at the burning pickup, the Tois probe turned around and left.

The man with a big bird of prey took out his mobile phone while walking and made a call.

"nailed it."

As soon as the phone was connected, Towis said directly.

"No clues left?"

Asked the voice opposite.

"of course not."

"I handled everything very carefully, especially the biggest flaw Fendelt-the guy is still thinking about finding his former employer, that guy named Edward.

"I really don't know if this guy is stupid or stupid."

Tois chuckled in disdain.

"But isn't it just for us to use?"

The other party's voice also laughed.

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, this one is so easy to use."

"If there are a few more, the entire Cherry City will be ours."

Tois sighed.

"Almost! Almost!"

"After all, Cherry City will be ours!"

The opposite voice said very positively, and it was at this time—

boom!

There was an explosion under the cliff.

"Did you hear that?"

"This is a cheer for our upcoming victory."

Tois said with a sharp corner of his mouth.

"heard it."

"Hurry back to your place, don't leak out the flaw, that guy is not a fool."

The opposite voice reminded.

"understand!"

Tois answered.

He never complained about his brother's caution.

Because he is the same.

Even when the two are talking, there will not be any name, and his brother will also have a voice changer.

Tois accelerated his speed, and when he turned a turn, he drilled straight into the woods.

Moments later, Tois appeared on a motorcycle.

The motorcycle was put in advance at the beginning of the whole plan.

For this moment.

When he returned to the city on a motorcycle, Toez crushed his phone on one foot and threw it into the trash bin separately. He was finally worried.

After an hour, these garbage will be transported to the garbage station by garbage trucks for recycling and destruction.

perfect!

Everything is innocent!

Touis thought like this, and unconsciously showed a smug smile.

The contented middle-aged man did not find that his eyes were on him from beginning to end.

With a twist of the throttle, the roar of the motorcycle, Tois left quickly.

In the shadow, a tall, muscular figure came out and picked up the mobile phone fragments in the trash can.

"interesting."

With this kind of self-talk, Jason's figure flashed away.

Jason did not stay any longer, but returned directly to Apartment 3A-313.

At first, he was just curious about the old butler who survived the shootout. According to John and Brian's description, although the two did not pay special attention, the other party can safely wait for the police to appear, which is enough to show that the other party should have Very good skill, especially in terms of consciousness, is outstanding.

Otherwise, those grenades are deadly.

It was just that Jason did not expect that the other party was far more worthy of attention than he had guessed. It also involved the secret fight between Cherry City Speaker Dodd and Congressman Todini.

There is no doubt that such an undercover fight is a wonderful one.

Amor's death may not even be known until death, but the housekeeper beside him would be arranged by the congressman he has been supporting, in order to make him charge and attract attention.

Undoubtedly, Ai Mood completed quite well.

Now Dodd has stepped into a trap.

Everything was as expected by the Toyos.

just……

That old housekeeper?

Jason sat in the sofa chair, frowning unconsciously.

In his mind, when he first saw the other party, he politely bowed his head, pierced his arrows, and the blood turned black.

A sense of contradiction emerged involuntarily.

Although he watched everything, he should feel that everything is reasonable.

But this sense of contradiction haunts my heart like a shadow that cannot be lingered.

Moreover, the more memories, Jason has a sense of familiarity.

as if……

He returned to ‘Nightless City’ and saw the cunning and vicious guys.

For those guys, Jason has always been wary.

Because, he didn't want to die unclearly.

The old butler just gave him this feeling in an instant.

Even a strong point.

Therefore, he was watching from beginning to end, not standing up.

But there is one difference. Those guys in the city that never sleeps are absolutely greedy for life and are afraid of death. It is impossible to die like an old housekeeper.

Or to be more precise ...

Is the old housekeeper really dead?

"Some kind of blindfold?"

Jason clenched his brow tightly, tapping on the armrest of the couch, then shook his head.

No matter how clever the method of covering eyes is, it is impossible to lie to the kind of inspection and patching that just made Tois, and he surpassed the perception of ordinary people, and he also determined that Fendilt's heart had already been pierced.

Still twice.

Can people live without heart?

Not to mention the final explosion.

He saw Fendilt breaking his bones with his own eyes.

Unless Fendilt has the same "immortal body" as him, otherwise he will die.

Of course, there may be others!

E.g--

"Something similar to my" Undead Body "?"

Jason frowned and speculated.

In the world in front of him, he only arrived one day without more sources of information, but he cannot deny the existence of ‘secret art’.

After all, there is ‘food’.

‘Mystery’ naturally exists with a high probability.

Jason's eyebrows stretched slightly, and his attention shifted to another problem.

What is Fendil doing?

Dodd, Todini and the dead Aymod have their own purposes.

Can Fendilt not!

At least, until now, Jason has not seen it.

Are you really looking for 'Edward'?

Jason didn't believe this.

If Fendilt really is the same kind of people as those he knows, such people can't care about other people at all, they only care about themselves.

However, this does not prevent Jason from investigating this ‘Edward’.

Such an investigation naturally costs a lot of manpower and material resources, and it cannot be solved simply by being powerful.

In other words, Jason thinks he is not strong enough.

Fortunately, he has another way.

Picking up the phone in the living room, Jason dialed John.

"John, can you help me find someone?"

"Edward, the former employer of the Emud housekeeper."

"Well, okay, waiting for your news."

After putting down the phone, Jason sat back in the couch.

He pulled up the curtains and looked out the window.

A dazzling white line in the darkness appeared on the horizon.

The dawn has arrived.

Tonight, this long night is over.

But Jason knew that after sunrise, it was the most exciting time.

He will follow all this silently.

When necessary, he would not mind intervening.

When is it necessary?

Jason smiled.

He stood up from the couch, and he walked outside the apartment, his nose already smelling the breakfast from the street.

...

David, who didn't close his eyes overnight, was sipping the hot coffee from the assistant.

Although Fendilt was taken away unexpectedly, his original plan was defeated, but the investigation of Aymod did not stop.

Before that, he was investigating Emmod.

Only, at that time, there were many obstacles.

And now?

Naturally, no one will come forward for a dead person.

Everything went smoothly.

boom!

"Damn!"

"This **** has to do with so many missing cases!"

"What does he want to do?"

"Sell ... sell ... population?"

On the desk next to him, the young assistant Hunter hammered the table and said angrily.

"Calm down, Hunt."

"Angry is useless at this time."

"On the contrary, your calmness will allow you to find these poor girls."

David reminded his assistant that his fist was already clenched, and his voice was harsh and cold.

He had long known that Emmod was an asshole.

But I did not expect that the other party's **** had reached this level.

Damn it a hundred times!

Scum after hell!

David continued to look at the interrogation materials.

The middle-aged sheriff frowned involuntarily.

The interrogation materials are all from Ai Mood's men, but with the death of the other party's heart, these interrogation materials are all provided by some outside men.

With these alone, it is difficult for him to find substantial things.

"Hunter, who else of Aymod's confidantes are alive?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"No, sheriff."

"We found Asa and his confidants in the mansion where Ahmed was ruined."

"The rest of my confidants died outside the mansion."

"Only these little fish can be caught now."

The young assistant obviously knew what his sheriff wanted to ask, and the words could not help but become full of helplessness.

"Is that right?"

The middle-aged sheriff murmured to herself.

And at this time, the office door was suddenly knocked.

A uniformed policeman came in.

There is a parcel in the opponent's hand.

"Sergeant, your package!"

"It was a man named Fendil who sent the package!"

Before the policeman had finished speaking, the middle-aged sergeant rushed over and took the boxy package.

The middle-aged sergeant took a deep breath as he looked at the sender who clearly read ‘Fendilt’ on it.

He had a hunch that the turning point was coming.

However, he was not in a hurry.

"Hunt, bring me a knife."

With such words, the middle-aged sergeant carefully inspected the entire package, and after receiving the carving knife, he carefully cut the outer package.

He took the parcel bomb more than once.

The experience is naturally quite rich.

Soon, the entire package was cut open, revealing a notebook and a letter inside.

"Good luck this time."

The middle-aged sheriff said this, and opened the envelope and took out the stationery.

Sergeant David, hello:

If you receive this letter, it proves that I am dead.

The one who killed me is probably Poul.

But I can't confirm who it is.

After all, I am a **** person.

I just tried to save the first mistake, but I made more mistakes.

I'm sorry Mr. Edward.

I also failed Mr. Emmod. Although the latter lied to me about Mr. Edward ’s whereabouts, I was dereliction of duty as a housekeeper.

And as a normal person, I also failed.

I witnessed so much darkness, but did not stand up when I needed me, just kept blaming myself, guilt, and regret.

I am a useless person.

To death, I am not willing to face my own fault.

hope……

That note can help you.

Sinner: Fendilt

...

After reading the letter, a doubt appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged sheriff.

He has read about ‘Edward’ in the data. A normal case of disappearance, according to his experience, should have left Edward himself.

It was just the letter in hand that told him that Edward ’s disappearance did not seem simple.

Moreover, it seems to be related to Fendilt.

However, the middle-aged sergeant did not investigate the matter immediately, his eyes turned to the notebook in the package.

When he opened the notebook and read the contents clearly, excitement appeared on his face.

Emerald's ledger!

Not only has Aimold's hidden industry, but also a detailed record!

More importantly, these records include the name of the trader.

There is no shortage of big names!

"What a surprise!"

The middle-aged sheriff took a deep breath.

He had a hunch that he would find a big event, but he did not expect it to be so big.

Look at the names above!

Every one is a big one!

And the aggregation of everything is enough to shake the entire Cherry City!

He was really insignificant in front of them. If he shot like this, David could guarantee that he would disappear silently. One revenge?

Or is it just a suicide?

As for his boss?

The signature last night, as well as all the previous ones, have already made him understand who his boss is.

He couldn't rely on each other.

Even the people in Cherry City could not rely on him.

It can be said that at this moment, he is enemies.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged sheriff smiled.

difficult.

Like thorns all over the front.

He can already foresee.

He must be stabbed bloody.

However, this does not mean that he will ignore the helplessness and despair that each transaction message represents.

He remembered his oath when he became a policeman--

I will maintain and respect all people in a fair, honest, diligent and just spirit.

I will do my utmost to maintain and maintain peace and stop all crimes that damage people and property.

I will stick to ...

justice!

Now it is time for him to fulfill his oath.

The middle-aged sergeant put the notebook in his pocket and put it in his pocket, which surprised the young assistant who was waiting for a flip. He was preparing to read the contents of the notebook.

"You are not in time yet."

"Now ... it's enough to have me alone."

"Hunt, how long have you not been on holiday?"

"Go rest, I will leave you one day off!"

After David finished speaking, he went out.

He knew exactly what he was going to do.

He knew the consequences of doing so.

After that, he simply couldn't gain a foothold in Cherry City.

Even death will follow suit.

Then don't drag others down.

He is enough alone.

In the parking lot of the police station, David opened the door, and as soon as he sat in, the co-pilot's door opened. Hunter entered, and the young assistant fastened his seat belt.

"Let's go together."

Said the young assistant.

"Hunt?"

The middle-aged sheriff was taken aback.

Then the sergeant sighed.

"Do you know what I am going to do?"

"What will you face again?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"Know, I'm not a fool, your expression tells me everything."

"So, I won't allow you to succeed as a hero alone."

"We are partners."

"If you become a hero, of course two people!"

The young assistant turned his head and said with a smile.

In the morning light ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The young face is still immature, but it is warm and firm.

"You are a fool!"

David said softly.

"Fool? Aren't you the same?"

Hunter chuckled.

"Yeah, we are all fools."

The middle-aged sergeant took a deep breath, and he extended his hand to the assistant, as if he had met for the first time, and reported himself.

"David."

"Hunt."

The young assistant held this palm.

The two palms are held tightly together.

Bathed in the glory of the sun.