Chapter 114 Gradually Clear

Chapter 114 of the main volume of the Demon Hunter's Cookbook gradually became clear about that fat body. He was trying to curl himself up, trying to hide behind the counter, but unfortunately, the other party's body was too fat, and he just hid his head. , but exposed most of the body.

He also seemed to realize that such hiding was useless. After hesitating for a while, the other party stood up.

The other party's face is still young, but his hair is a little bald, his body is bloated, his face is a little greasy, and his expression is full of embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"When I came before, the door was unlocked."

"I'm coming in."

The other party explained, as if to convince Jason and the female pastry chef, and the other party immediately said, "I'm Chartai Kelan, and I'm a writer!"

"I was gathering wind nearby, and when I heard the rumors of Your Excellency Jason, I wanted to come and ask."

Jason didn't speak, just pointed to the other side's mouth.

As soon as the other party raised his hand, he touched the residue of the cake.

Immediately, the self-proclaimed fat man became even more embarrassed.

"I can't help myself when I eat..."

The other party wanted to explain something, but when Jason's face sank and he didn't even let out any breath, the fat man who called himself home had a soft knee.

thump.

The other party knelt directly to the ground, almost crying bitterly:

"I was wrong, I don't dare anymore."

"I'm an underachiever. I work hard every day to write a manuscript, but the writing is too bad and the manuscript fee is very small. I was so hungry just now that I couldn't hold back."

"sorry."

Saying that, the writer burst into tears.

"Chartay Kelan?"

The female pastry chef was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have an impression of the name.

"You know him?"

Jason asked.

"Well, he should have been a columnist for the New Delhi Daily before."

"At that time, there were some people who were not well-known, but it was rumored that they were often beaten up by a group of angry readers because of collecting wind, eating bad stomachs, and breaking watch, and then they disappeared."

The female pastry chef said what she knew.

The fat man kneeling there raised his hand.

After getting permission from Jason's eyes, the fat man said immediately.

"Not missing."

"It's recuperating in the hospital."

"However, the hospital charges are too expensive. I can only run out halfway, hoping to write again, and then..."

With that said, the fat man looked at Jason again.

There is no doubt that Jason can be regarded as the most influential man in Xindecheng recently.

It's not just reporters who want interviews, some writers also want to write some biographies based on Jason.

The Chartai Ke Lan in front of him is one of them.

However, compared to others, this fat man is much more honest.

"The editor-in-chief has promised me that as long as I can write it on the model of Your Excellency Jason, I will be allowed to re-serialize it in the column, and I will be given two days off a year."

"Of course, I am willing to give you half of my manuscript fee."

"I hope you can give me this chance."

The fat man looked at Jason pitifully.

"What if you lose this opportunity?"

Jason asked.

Suddenly, the fat man's expression turned gloomy.

"If I didn't have this opportunity, I would probably go fishing. Although I'm afraid of water, heights, and darkness, at least I won't starve to death on a fishing boat, and I'll be able to lose weight along the way. Maybe I'll lose weight. It will be unexpectedly popular..."

His mouth was full of hope, but his expression became more and more bleak.

The fat man kneeling there, from the perspective of Jason and the female pastry chef, his whole person is gray.

"Writer, it's really pitiful."

The female pastry chef couldn't help but said softly.

Jason nodded in agreement.

Moreover, he has a deeper feeling.

"Writing a book is really a dead end."

With such a sigh, Jason walked up to the fat man.

The other party who was still complaining about himself was startled, and the posture that was originally kneeling immediately turned into a paralyzed sitting.

My stomach is too big to sit up straight.

Even if he is paralyzed, he is supported by his elbows.

Otherwise, it is lying flat.

"Did you bring a pen and paper?"

Jason looked at Chartai Ke Lan who was struggling to support him and asked.

"You, you promised?"

Chartai Ke Lan's eyes widened.

He just thought he was hopeless.

After all, he also knows that he looks ugly, speaks unorganized, and it is difficult to convince others. If he hadn't starved to death, he wouldn't make up his mind to go out of the house.

The surprise came so suddenly that Chartai Ke Lan couldn't react.

"you are not willing?"

Jason asked back.

"Will! Will!"

Chartai Ke Lan struggled to get up from the ground, took out a pencil and a notebook from his jacket pocket, and was about to start writing, but Jason stopped him again.

"You can write."

"But, write as I say."

"You can polish, but not change."

Jason said so.

Such words made Chartai Ke Lan hesitate, but...

Goo!

The sound of his stomach made him choose to face reality.

"Can."

Chartai Ke Lan gritted his teeth.

Jason was satisfied with such an answer.

Since you want to gain more city recognition through newspapers, it is natural that the latter is more suitable than the reporter's interview and the writer's column.

Because it is a long-term effect, it may not be as good as the explosion on the day of the interview, but the water is long and the moisturizing is silent.

When choosing a columnist, it is natural to choose someone who is obedient and will not exaggerate too much.

The fat man in front of him is undoubtedly the best candidate.

A person who has been cornered and has no choice, is there a better collaborator than this?

Naturally, the other party also likes food.

"shall we start now?"

Chartai Ke Lan looked at Jason who was thinking and asked carefully.

"certainly."

"We started at 221B Pea Point Street, a morning when a veteran suffering from post-war traumatic stress syndrome saw..."

Jason moved a chair and sat in the chair to talk.

Chartai Kelan was crawling there to record.

Seeing this scene, the female pastry chef couldn't help but smile, turned around and started to clean up everything in the shop.

Although it was only two days away, some dust was inevitable.

When she finished cleaning the shop and walked towards the back door with the basin to pour water, her expression changed.

The confused, quiet temperament suddenly became wild.

She carefully glanced at the door, closed it gently, walked to the side of the alley, and pushed open the back door of No. 221A. A group of people were waiting there. After seeing her, everyone knelt down on one knee.

But just when these people were about to speak out, she was stopped.

"Go and write down all the reporters who are stuck outside, investigate which newspaper or publishing house they come from, and then buy all these newspapers and publishing houses."

"and also……"

"Forget it, that's all."

After speaking, she went back the same way.

Originally, she wanted to buy the newspaper that Chartai Ke Lan belonged to.

But when it came to Jason, she had to hesitate.

It would be bad if Jason found out.

Returning to the back door of the pastry shop, she staggered.

The female pastry chef came back to her senses.

"what?"

"Am I stunned again?"

The female pastry chef patted her forehead lightly, then, with a naive smile, returned to the pastry house with the empty water basin and continued cleaning.

Jason, who was sitting there, didn't seem to have found anything at all, and was just telling Chartai Kelan what happened.

Only when the female pastry chef passed by, did she frown at the back.

But Jason said nothing more.

The days went on like this.

In the next six weeks, Jason went to St. Mungo's College and the police station on time to perform his duties as a student council teacher and special advisor. For the rest of the time, he spent the rest of his time walking throughout Xinde City and telling Chartai Curran. what happened.

I have to say that Chartai Ke Lan is worthy of his former fame, and has written quite well about the 'Jason Detective Collection'.

In the second week, the city approval rate reached 100%!

And now?

Jason glanced at [city recognition 500%].

This is not the end result, the city's recognition is still growing.

This is naturally due to the circulation of Xindecheng Daily.

As the newspaper with the longest history in Xindecheng, it has always been the most recognized newspaper in Xindecheng.

Of course, this also has something to do with Jason appearing on the news page from time to time.

Jason, who was walking in Xinde City, always found dead bodies from time to time.

Although his original purpose was only to find the 'Ghost Squad'.

With the frequent occurrence of similar incidents, Jason's reputation has been raised again. Many people are used to calling Jason a detective. Naturally, this also brings trouble to Jason's travel.

For the past two weeks, he had to wear a scarf to cover his face.

Equally annoying is the 'Watchdog Pastry House'.

More and more people were blocking the door.

In addition to the original reporters, there are also some readers who were attracted by the "Detective Jason Collection".

There are some fanatics among them.

Their behavior is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people.

As a last resort, Edward and Bency came forward.

After detaining several fans who wanted to sneak into the pastry shop at night and show their love to Jason, this trend was finally curbed, but in order to be quieter, Jason had to choose another address.

Together with the female pastry chef, they moved into a house awarded by the military, not far from Peas Corner Street, just opposite the Hannibal Clinic.

In this regard, the female pastry chef is a little unhappy.

But she will never back down.

She wouldn't leave Jason and Hannibal alone.

It's not just a woman who misses her man.

There are also men who care.

Compared with the man who climbed the window of the pastry shop at night, this man in front of him was more dangerous.

because……

This man's cooking skills are superb.

Even if the female pastry chef didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that the other party's cooking skills were better than hers, maybe not as good as her in pastry, but in other aspects, she was better than her.

This made the female pastry chef seem insulted.

Start researching all kinds of recipes desperately.

Today is no exception.

In Hannibal's kitchen, the female pastry chef is busy.

Jason and Hannibal sat opposite each other, with an old man wearing glasses sitting next to them.

"Professor Coulson, do you mean that the Dawn Church, which was in decline at that time, collapsed overnight because of a certain plan?"

Jason was holding a teacup and asked with interest.

Colson, professor of history at St Mungo's, was a friend of Hannibal's.

In order to investigate 'The Name of Starry Sky', the two got acquainted after being introduced by Hannibal.

From time to time, Jason invites each other in the name of hosting a banquet.

After going back and forth, the two sides became friends, and the conversation became casual. The old teacher also said some taboo things.

"Um."

"I can confirm that it has something to do with the Pruss family, the crocodile."

"But more, I don't know."

"Most of those materials have been artificially destroyed, and it was luck that I was able to find them."

The old professor said with a smile.

"So, 'The Name of Starry Sky' may be related to the Church of the Morning Sun?"

Jason guessed.

"Not possible."

"It must be!"

The old professor increased his tone. He put down the teacup first, and then spoke again.

"The Pruss family is very powerful, and this is something that no one can deny."

"But compared with the Chenxi family, it's too different."

"Even in its heyday, the Pruss family could only control De City and influence some surrounding cities. Three hundred years ago, even the fallen Church of the Morning Sun had an influence on the entire Federation. You can imagine that in its heyday, What does Dawn Church look like?"

"Control the Federation, Overlord?"

Jason muttered to himself.

The old professor smiled without admitting or denying it, but the answer was obvious.

After all, the prefix of the Prous family is Dawn.

"The prefix of the Prous family is Dawn."

"Is there another existence similar to the Prous family?"

Jason asked the doubts in his heart.

"certainly!"

"Before the establishment of the 'Silver Federation', there were at least 7 families with such a prefix, but with the establishment of the 'Silver Federation', such families have been drastically reduced to only the Pruss family."

"The rest have disappeared. This is an external statement. No one knows what the truth is, and I naturally don't know either."

"But I want to come, it's not a happy process."

The old professor picked up the teacup again.

In the simmering heat, Jason seemed to see scenes of war with swords waving and guns firing in unison.

Family delisting battle?

Of course it is going to be a bloody fight to the end.

As for the result?

Just look at the 'Silver Federation'.

Now that the 'Silver Federation' was established, those families naturally disappeared.

Perhaps some have fallen into the embrace of the Silver Federation, but the family name should be gone.

and many more!

Since these families with the prefix of 'Dawn' are likely to be integrated into the 'Silver Federation', it is natural that the 'Silver Federation' may know some secrets of the 'Name of Starry Sky'.

This or these secrets, it is possible that the Prous family also does not know.

Moreover, it is precisely because of this or these secrets that the Pruss family has become a "fish that slipped through the net" and was not eliminated when the "Silver Federation" was established.

It is precisely because of this that the 'Ghost Squad' appears.

Do not!

Should be earlier!

The betrayal of the 'Ghost Squad' is in the 'Defense Battle of Toku City'!

Decheng is the predecessor of Xindecheng.

Maybe at that time, the layout of everything started.

Jason thought.

The clues in my mind became clearer.

Just when he opened his mouth to ask about something more interesting, there was the sound of running fast outside the door, and then, there was the frantic slamming of the door by Little Bansey.

dong dong dong!

Accompanied by such a slap on the door, it was a panicked sound that Banxi had never experienced before.

"Jason, it's not good!"