Chapter 2 John's Dog (Thanks to the Leader IPFH)

Jason didn't open the door the first time.

Instead, he entered the bedroom, he pulled the curtains open a gap, and looked out carefully.

The same number of people he just heard and judged.

At this moment, in front of his door, five people are surrounding there.

Three held up cameras, one held a microphone, and the other held something like a voice recorder.

"reporter?"

"TV?"

"what happened?"

Jason looked at the five people and frowned.

According to the background introduction, it is impossible for him to be ignored. Even if something happens, at most, a text introduction of "tofu cubes" is published in the gap of the local newspaper.

This obviously professional-level interview?

Don't even think about it.

unless……

Something truly sensational happened.

With such speculation, Jason walked to the door.

He didn't organize his clothes.

Before he doesn't know enough about this "writer Jason", Jason thinks it's better to stay the same.

click, click

Just as the door opened, the flashing lights flashed.

Almost at the same time, a microphone poked in front of him.

"Mr. Jason, how do you feel about someone imitating the plot of your novel to kill?"

"What do you think of the murderer?"

"Will he be someone you know in your life?"

The interviewer holding the microphone asked directly.

Mimicking my novel to kill?

Jason was visibly taken aback.

Before opening the door, he had guessed a lot of things, such as accidentally being involved in the assassination of a big man or a situation that threatened the safety of the entire city, but he never thought that someone would "impersonate his novel and kill"?

What are you kidding?

Isn't this kind of thing a fictional plot?

How can it happen in reality?

and……

Does anyone really read 'his' novels?

Jason's eyes involuntarily glanced at the background: As a well-known local writer, in ten years, you have only written one book that is still a best-selling...

He seemed to have some understanding of the 'fairly famous' and 'fairly bestseller' evaluations.

At the same time, he thought of the blade in the cowhide envelope just now.

Are the two related?

Jason thought to himself.

However, he recovered immediately.

Because these are not the most important for the time being.

The important thing is that now he doesn't even know what the previous "he" wrote.

It was impossible to answer the question of the interviewer in front of him at all.

And the excited gleam in the eyes of the other party was obviously trying to dig out some big news from him.

Jason is sure that if he says something like 'no comment', then a report that is wantonly fabricated and full of speculation will be released immediately.

So, he answered with a stern face—

"Illegal is wrong!"

"It is the duty of every citizen to obey the law."

"I hope the police will increase their efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice, and redress the victim's grievance."

After speaking, Jason just looked at the interviewer in front of him.

The other party obviously did not expect Jason to answer like this.

For a time, the interviewer was a little stunned.

But Jason didn't.

He looked down at the interviewer in front of him.

The shadow formed by the height difference directly enveloped each other.

"Any thing else?"

"If it's okay, I'm going to continue writing."

"Your sudden visit has disturbed me."

Jason said 'bluntly', with a naturally unhappy look on his face, and with the impact of his height and strength, the other party swallowed the words that just came to his mouth.

"No, no more."

The interviewer stammered.

"Um."

Jason nodded and closed the door.

boom!

With the sound of the door panel and the door frame slamming, the interviewer regained his senses.

He subconsciously raised his hand and tried to knock on the door, but eventually pulled back.

He, dare not.

Just now, he felt as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast.

There is a feeling that as long as he talks nonsense again, he will be torn to pieces and eaten.

"This Jay, Jason is a writer?"

Turning around, the interviewer questioned his colleagues.

"Um."

"I have confirmed that he is indeed a writer, and he has written a well-known novel, which is very popular in small circles."

"However, it's just that book, and the rest are not that great."

"Many people are questioning him now, thinking that the book was not written by him at all."

The recorder with a recording pen on the side said with great certainty.

"A writer who looks like a butcher and is stronger than a wrestler?"

"What are you kidding?"

"Why doesn't he go to the professional wrestling league? With his size, he will definitely win, which is more money than writing books."

The interviewer grumbled.

He was venting his dissatisfaction that his purpose was not achieved.

Of course, there is also fear.

"What shall we do now?"

"The interview time is too short to form a full report time."

asked the recorder with a tape recorder.

"Let's focus on that case, and then edit the footage just now and put it on the air at the end to make up the time for the whole article."

After speaking, the interviewer walked downstairs quickly.

He really didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Moreover, I will not interview this guy named Jason again in the future.

He always felt that this Jason was not a writer.

As for the previous book?

It must be that Jason got the manuscript of the writer by some means, and then released it.

That writer must have been treated horribly.

Maybe it has been killed by this Jason.

Really poor writer.

With such speculation, the interviewer hurried away.

Jason in the room clearly heard the conversations of these people.

He was not surprised by the interviewer's assessment.

Just now in order to end the so-called 'interview' quickly, he unconsciously revealed a little bit of breath.

Although it is only a little bit, it is enough for ordinary people.

The other party quickly ended the interview as he wished.

But the other party's words reminded Jason.

"Can I go to a wrestling match and write an autobiography?"

Jason seriously considered the feasibility of this matter.

Finally, Jason shook his head.

He had confidence in wrestling, but it took too long.

In the beginning, even if he had the status of a 'writer', it was just a gimmick and would never be recognized, let alone an autobiography, unless he could win the championship or something.

But it is too difficult to complete this in 120 days.

And the step-by-step one sells at least 100,000 new books within 120 days?

It is also difficult.

In particular, there are restrictions that must be purchased voluntarily by others, and one person only counts as one copy.

Have to figure out a way.

While thinking, Jason walked back to the study, and put the ice hockey mask and the machete in the drawer behind the bookshelf.

Now that the reporter is here.

Will the police still be far away?

The police came sooner than Jason thought.

Just two minutes after Jason put his mask and machete on, his door was knocked again.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Hello, I'm Sheriff David."

"Are you there, Mr. Jason?"

Amidst the rhythmic knock on the door, a very polite voice came.

When Jason opened the door, the sheriff, about forty years old, dressed in casual clothes, with a beard, but with clean clothes and shoes, smiled.

The smile of the other party has a considerable affinity, and when he is young, he must be called a handsome sunshine guy.

And now?

Also very attractive.

Especially when the other party is quite polite.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Jason."

"This is my assistant, Hunter."

The middle-aged detective pointed to the young man beside him.

This is a stern young man, wearing a formal black suit, white shirt, and black tie, standing there without saying a word, just nodding to Jason when David introduced him.

"This is my identification."

Then, the middle-aged detective showed his ID and handed it to Jason to confirm that Jason could see clearly.

Hunter did the same.

Jason scanned the two documents. The photos on them belonged to the two of them. The names were also confirmed. The police number and stamp were all very clear. They weren't cheap and shoddy things, they should be real.

"Can we go in and talk?"

The detective asked after Jason nodded and signaled for himself to see clearly.

"Um."

Jason nodded and turned his body sideways.

"excuse me."

David said apologetically.

Such a dialogue method will obviously shorten the distance with strangers.

The young man on the side, Hunter, still maintained the appearance that no strangers would enter, but his eyes quickly glanced around.

Obviously, this is watching.

Does one kindly attract attention, and one calmly observes the surroundings?

Jason looked at the combination in front of him and thought silently in his heart.

Then, he sat quietly on the sofa.

He chose the sofa with its back against the wall. Sitting here, he could clearly see the door and the door leading to the bedroom.

Although he has made a cover up, Jason will not easily let people enter his bedroom to search.

As for the young people in front of you will do this?

After entering the room, the other party looked at the bedroom door at least three times.

Although the other party's performance is that strangers should not enter, this is enough to explain everything.

"Please sit down."

After sitting down, Jason said.

"thanks."

David was still smiling.

He sat opposite Jason, and the expressionless young man stood behind him.

"Mr. Jason, do you know our purpose?"

The middle-aged detective asked with a smile.

"Know."

"A reporter just came here."

Jason replied.

It's a fact and there's no need to avoid it.

"Then can you tell me what you think?"

The middle-aged detective continued.

"Illegal is wrong!"

"It is the duty of every citizen to obey the law."

"I hope the police will increase their efforts to solve the case, bring the murderer to justice, and redress the victim's grievance."

"That's what I said before."

"Now, so am I."

Jason repeated the previous words completely, and firmly expressed his position.

The middle-aged detective was taken aback.

Like the interviewer, the middle-aged detective didn't expect Jason to say that.

But unlike the interviewer, the middle-aged detective recovered immediately.

"Thank you Mr. Jason for your support."

"Then can you tell me some of your guesses?"

"You know, it might help us."

David was quite sincere, and even used honorifics in his words.

A look of embarrassment appeared on Jason's face.

He knew that this was just the other party's words.

But that didn't stop him from pushing the boat.

You know, he also has some troubles here.

The middle-aged detective clearly noticed the embarrassment on Jason's face.

He never thought that a temptation would actually yield something, which was really an unexpected surprise.

Faced with such a surprise, he would never let it go.

"Are you having any trouble, Mr. Jason?"

"Please let me know if you can."

"I will do my best to help you."

David became more sincere.

Jason seemed to be moved by such words, he stood up and walked towards the bedroom and study.

David and Hunter looked at each other and immediately followed.

The two stood on tiptoe and carefully avoided the piles of books on the ground. When they came to the desk, they saw an extra cowhide envelope in Jason's hand.

"This is what I found this morning when I took the newspaper from the mailbox."

"No signature, no address."

"It's a blade inside."

Jason said and handed the cowhide envelope over.

"blade?"

The middle-aged detective's eyes lit up.

The young man also put away his eyes and stared at the cowhide envelope.

"um, yes."

"I was taken aback too."

Jason said with the opportunity.

"Are you sure how much you will receive it?"

the middle-aged detective asked.

"It should be between 7.10-7.17, I can't confirm the specific date."

"I'm a writer, writing in retreat these days."

Jason answered.

"is that so?"

"Don't worry, leave it to us, we will help you find this guy."

"If there is anything else, please contact me."

The middle-aged detective who had gained the harvest did not plan to stay any longer. After he took out a business card and handed it to Jason, he took his assistant and got up to say goodbye.

"Please stay."

At the door, the detective nodded.

Jason stopped in cooperation and watched the two leave before closing the door.

And beyond the perception of ordinary people, he continued to hear the conversation between the detective and his assistant.

"Sheriff, why don't you ask more about the case?"

"Do you think he'll tell?"

"Even if we don't say it, it's still a contest, and we can find flaws in this contest."

"Battle?"

"I just think it was a slap in the face, people staring at this writer, I want to know his every move, and then, to call up the surveillance nearby, I want to know who sent our writer the blade."

"By the way, bring me a copy of the book he wrote called "Cross Street Metamorphosis."

"Sheriff, it's not 'Cross Street Pervert' it's 'Cross Street Stalker'."

"Isn't a stalker a pervert? What's the difference."

The assistant corrected the sheriff's words.

The sheriff seemed indifferent.

Hearing that the sheriff's smiling face was completely different from the previous, slightly grim order, Jason was not surprised.

Everyone hides in front of strangers.

All that is shown is a mask.

Only in front of one's own people will this mask be revealed.

As for complete removal?

That is impossible.

This is human self-preservation.

Others are like this, and so is he.

"Cross Street Stalker?"

Jason muttered to himself and began to look around the room.

Although he is not a writer, as a writer, he will definitely collect his own published books, and the more successful ones will definitely be placed in a conspicuous place and properly kept.

Even if you live in other places, you will bring it with you if you have the chance.

And just as Jason expected, on the bookshelf in the middle of the three bookshelves, Jason found the book, in the most conspicuous position.

He raised his hand and took out the book.

Jason sat at the desk and read carefully.

Someone has already imitated murder from the book, and of course he, the "author", must know what is going on.

Sitting at his desk, Jason started flipping through the book.

For the next four hours, the only sound left in the study was the sound of pages turning.

"Cross Street Stalker" is a book of reasoning but with a touch of fantasy.

The protagonist is an inexperienced detective who has failed quite a bit in life. After divorcing his wife, he lives alone in a small two-story building in the suburbs. The first floor is the detective office, the second floor is the living room, and the second floor of this building. The small building was rented, and it owed the landlord one month's rent. After promising to help the landlord find the lost dog, he was not kicked out.

And the cause of time also began with cats.

In order to find a dog, the protagonist had to post a dog-seeking notice.

He did it just to try it out.

Who knew that someone actually called and said they knew the whereabouts of the dog.

The protagonist hurried away, but didn't see anyone, but the dog found it, right in front of him, with a rope and tied to the railing by the roadside.

The protagonist did not think much, returned with the dog, and handed it back to the landlord. According to the previous promise, the landlord waived the one month rent owed by the protagonist, and promised the protagonist a grace period of two weeks.

In order to collect next month's rent within two weeks, the protagonist hopes to receive more commissions.

Then, someone really came to the door.

This is a husband looking for his wife to have an affair.

The protagonist agreed directly and received a deposit.

However, the protagonist's ability is too poor, facing such a simple affair investigation, it is full of mistakes.

Just when the protagonist thinks he's going to fail, he receives that strange phone call again, which again informs him of a location, where he finds an envelope with evidence of the client's wife's affair.

The protagonist was already strange at this time, but he did not hesitate in the face of the evidence he had to get.

Naturally, the commission was completed.

The protagonist gets paid.

With this success, the client introduced more friends here, and naturally, the mysterious phone still helped the protagonist.

Success after success, the protagonist rose to fame.

Although the protagonist has more than once asked who the other party is.

But the other party didn't answer at all, just put the important clues in an important place, waiting for the protagonist to get it.

Days pass by.

Although the protagonist is still curious about who this "good-hearted man" is, he needs the help of the other party and has to suppress his curiosity until one day... the police come to the door.

The police came with a search warrant and an arrest warrant.

They suspect that the protagonist is involved in five murders.

And, there is quite a bit of evidence.

The protagonist, who was watched by more than one person, appeared at the scene of the crime with a mysterious expression.

Once was a coincidence.

What about five times?

And when the police asked why the protagonist appeared at the scene of the five murders, the protagonist suddenly realized that this was where he took the 'clue'.

At this point, more than half of the book has passed.

For the remaining half, the second protagonist appears.

It's the murderer.

A killer who kills a target in order to hide himself, and then selects four similar targets and mixes the real target into them.

Moreover, this killer is quite cautious.

In order to make his plan more perfect, he also chose a 'scapegoat'.

‘The appearance of the scapegoat makes crime perfect! ’

This is what the other side said.

It's a pity that at the end, the killer was still caught by the protagonist.

Because, the landlord's dog recognizes the smell of this killer.

In order to lure the protagonist into a trap, the killer deliberately abducted the landlord's dog and treated it well. This made the dog who was always alert at all times wag its tail when it saw the killer, which made the protagonist find the trick.

Then, in one fell swoop, the killer was arrested and brought to justice.

Well……

After flipping through the whole book, Jason closed the book and pondered.

What can I say, creative is okay.

But there are many flaws.

First, there are five murders that the newspapers don't publish, but at the end, when the protagonist catches the killer, reporters swarm.

Second, the killer didn't have the slightest killer behavior pattern, but rather a happy criminal.

Third, from the beginning to the end, it did not say who hired the killer, but kept describing the murder scene as if it were real.

"In the first case, a woman with a broken arm, a woman who lost her arms, was hung upside down in a narrow, dark alley. The body was written in blood: boring, boring, not fun."

"Second case, the crushed man, except for one head, was completely crushed, packed in a box and thrown on the road, with a note on his head: boring, not fun."

"The third case is very normal. The woman who was killed by a knife cut her throat. This is the real target. There are also blood on the body: this is the third one, and it's getting less and less fun."

"In the fourth case, the drowned person, a woman drowned, and there was a letter on the shore: I am ready to end."

"In the fifth case, the lady who was burned to death left a clear message in a letter outside the burning house: it's over, I'm not playing anymore."

Five cases, one by one, went through it in my mind.

Should be the first one now.

Jason thought, turning on the TV.

He needed more information to confirm the progress of the case was there.

And at this moment, the phone rang.

Jingle Bell.

When the phone rang for the third time, Jason answered the phone.

"Hey?"

"Hello, is this Jason?"

The voice on the other side was a little low.

"Yes, you are..."

"I'm John. I sent you a letter before. I've been waiting for your call, but you haven't called, so I called."

"I'm sorry to do that, I know."

"However, I think this matter may have something to do with you."

Speaking of this, the low voice paused.

Then he said slowly--

"My dog ​​was stolen."