Chapter 1 Start without a Dog...

Who would like to be spied on?

nobody.

And what kind of despair and pain have people who can say, "Good morning, good afternoon, and good night to you" after finding out that they have been spied on?

Jason doesn't know this.

But after knowing that he was being spied on, Jason couldn't calm down at all.

He sat there in a mask, his machete on his lap, his notebook turned to the second page.

I chose the [Crispy Rolls] directly.

After 7 points of satiety was consumed, more content appeared on the notebook.

[The black cloth covers my eyes. 】

【But the fragrance...】

[Still pungent. 】

[Remember: After the cold appetizer, it is hot, it is a bit hot]

...

Then, √ appeared behind the appetizer [Crispy Rolls].

A note follows -

[Background: Suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome, you not only ran out of allowances for treatment, but also left the Veterans Hospital stubbornly. The city, in three years, it has already become different, the old legends are still there, and the new ones? It also began to spread gradually...]

[Main quest: Obtain city recognition within 60 days. 】

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

[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed, and automatically restored when leaving the instance]

[Detection of gunpowderless weapons]

(Hint: please enjoy your starter hot plate)

...

After Jason saw everything clearly, the notebook closed.

As before, he entered an unfamiliar world.

Jason checked himself right away.

The taupe coat is fairly clean, but the cuffs and elbows have long since faded, revealing the white knitted parts.

Dark blue jeans, it is impossible to tell whether it is clean or not, but the belt is only halfway through, the front end is lost, only the part that just fits into the button is left, and a camouflage T-shirt with a hole in it breaks suddenly. A black blanket was draped over his body, down his shoulders, covering most of his back, protecting him from the cold morning wind.

call.

Jason opened his mouth and let out a white breath.

He looked down at the cart in front of him, a few plastic bottles, a few cans, a few pieces of paper, and then...

His ice hockey mask and machete are at the bottom.

Reaching out his hand, his index finger passed through the gap between the steel wires of the trolley, touching his mask and the machete with a wide blade and a short handle, and suddenly he felt relieved.

"tramp."

Although there is no proof, Jason easily confirmed his identity.

Anyone who is not blind can recognize this look.

"Recognized by the city within 60 days?"

Looking at the description of the main quest, Jason couldn't help frowning.

The scope of this recognition is somewhat broad.

In other words, the recognition of a city.

Is it the city itself?

Or people in the city?

The latter is better to say,

It's something that Jason can understand.

If the former?

Cities are conscious!

Not to mention how to gain the recognition of a conscious city.

The existence of such a city alone is enough to make Jason shudder.

A city with consciousness.

That……

What are the people who live in this city?

cell?

Or bacteria?

Jason shook his head, and after suppressing such thoughts temporarily, he began to look around.

At this moment, he should be in a park in the middle of the street.

The street lights that have been extinguished and the slightly rising sun tell Jason the approximate time.

The bench behind him should be his previous bed.

There were also several newspapers that acted as 'futons' scattered on the ground.

Jason bent down and picked it up, just sat on the bench and flipped through the newspaper.

Jason has considerable experience in how to get acquainted with an unfamiliar place.

Among them, obtaining the corresponding information is the first step.

However, the content of the newspaper made Jason frown.

"Women's Serial Missing Cases! 》

"The Ripper in the Dark! 》

"Echo of the Hanged! 》

...

A series of cases, Jason opened other, entertainment and current affairs news, but news of similar cases accounted for the majority.

.20

Jason glanced at the date

Based on the wear and tear of the newspaper, it's certainly not the last day or two.

"Need to find the nearest newspaper."

Jason thought, standing up and pushing his cart outside.

There will be no new newspapers in Midtown Park.

There are only people who get up early in the morning to exercise.

There are men and women.

Most are elderly people.

Therefore, when a young man appears, it is undoubtedly attractive.

Especially when the young man is still a good looking woman.

The other party is wearing a blue lapel suit, which is more inclined to the workplace, but also has a hint of leisure. A black, gray and white plaid plush scarf is around his neck, and the small leather shoes he wears have heels, but they are not high.

On the back is a black leather satchel on both shoulders.

At this moment, the other party is holding a photo and whispering to the old man who is exercising in the morning.

When she saw Jason looking here, the lady immediately shouted:

"Hello, please wait a moment."

Jason frowned.

He didn't want to cause any trouble for the time being.

Subconsciously, Jason was ready to leave.

However, as the lady approached, a faint, sweet smell appeared in Jason's nose.

Instinctively, Jason stopped.

He turned around and looked at the other party's backpack.

Baked honey cookies?

wrong.

Kind of like a slot cake.

Added a lot of egg wash and sugar.

Just out of the oven.

The entrance should be very soft.

The lady who ran quickly to Jason noticed Jason's eyes, and immediately opened the backpack and took out a hot paper bag.

"If you don't dislike it, please take it."

"I made it myself."

"I'm Gilles, a pastry chef."

The lady introduced herself and handed over the paper bag.

Jason raised his hand and took the paper bag.

"Jason, bum."

"I don't have money for now. If I have money, I will pay you back."

Jason would never accept gratuitous alms.

even the food.

"no, I'm fine."

"If you see the girl in the photo."

"Please let me know."

"She's my sister, she's been missing for three days, and I'm worried about her."

As the pastry chef said, he took out a photo.

There are two people in the photo, standing close together and smiling at the camera.

One is the pastry chef himself, and the other is a girl who is a little younger than the pastry chef. The two have similar facial features, and it can be seen that they are sisters, and the other is not lying.

"OK."

Jason nodded.

"I can't thank you enough."

Having said that, the pastry chef handed over a piece of paper with the address and contact number to Jason, then walked to another person and continued the same conversation with Jason just now.

At the same time, a small packet of pastries and pieces of paper were sent out.

There is no doubt that Jason's handwritten address and contact number are not the first, nor will it be the last.

Just under Jason's gaze, the female pastry chef has already given this piece of paper to many people.

Too anxious, worried, and not cautious enough?

Jason looked at the back of the other party leaving and thought silently.

Then, he found a sheltered place and opened the paper bag.

The scent hits the face.

Really good breakfast.

Jason thought.

And at this moment-

"Tsk tsk, come and see, are homeless people eligible to eat cakes?"