Chapter 4 Dogs and Fate

In the heart-wrenching shouts, John just knelt on the ground, and his whole body began to tremble.

After a few seconds, he stretched out his hands and took the puppy out of the carton.

Then, the depressed man put the puppy in his arms and stroked it gently.

Seems to be looking forward to the dog's resurrection.

But the puppy has drooped ears and stiff limbs, and has long been unable to respond to its owner.

The depressed man sat there dumbfounded, his posture slowly loosening, from sitting on the knees to sitting cross-legged. The moment before, he seemed to have completely collapsed, but at this moment, a trace of coldness was changing from the man's body. The depths of the body slowly burst out.

"Jason."

The depressed man suddenly spoke up.

"Um?"

Jason looked at the depressed man, and he told him beyond ordinary people's perception that the current John had become extremely dangerous, if the previous John was like a tiger bound by chains.

And now?

The chain is broken.

The Tigers are about to leave!

"He, and everything related to him, is mine."

After that, John got up holding the puppy's body and left.

Who he is is self-evident.

Jason has no objection.

He's happy to have someone take the trouble for him, especially when there's no 'food' involved.

Watching John leave, Jason also walked towards the entrance of the alley, and he was going to take a taxi back.

When he left the room before, Jason came out with his wallet just in case.

As for going back?

When there is more convenient transportation, Jason will not choose the most primitive way.

Although he could be faster,

But he didn't forget where he was either.

Compared with the previous 'menu' worlds, the world in front of him is undoubtedly the most advanced. There are many probes on the road. Jason doesn't want to be discovered by these probes.

Likewise, he was unwilling to go far to avoid the probe.

Jason, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, stood in the waiting area, quietly waiting for the taxi to appear.

However, what he was waiting for was the Sheriff David.

Behind the other side is the young assistant Hunter.

At this moment, the assistant stared at Jason with suspicion.

Obviously, he should have found out that he was being teased by John's "little trick", but he was not sure who was teasing him.

"call."

"It's great to see you all right, Mr. Jason."

The middle-aged sheriff seemed to be out of breath, looking at Jason without showing a kind smile.

"What's wrong?"

Jason asked knowingly.

"Hunter was distracted by a guy just now. We thought that guy was a copycat, and we dispatched a large number of people to hunt him down, but the other side slipped away."

"Then we knocked on your door and found no answer."

"It really freaked me out at the time, I thought something was wrong with you."

"Luckily someone here reported seeing you."

The middle-aged sheriff had a sighed and lingering expression on his face.

Then, the other party changed the conversation.

"Can you tell me why you came back here?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged sheriff looked at Jason.

Although he still had a friendly smile, his eyes flashed a gleam of light unconsciously.

Although it was fleeting, it was seen by Jason.

Is this what it looks like?

Jason thought in his heart, but his face was calm.

"curious."

He answered so.

"curious?"

"Well, that's right."

"As the author of "Cross Street Stalker", it is natural to be curious about the sudden appearance of imitators."

The middle-aged sheriff nodded in approval.

Then, after the other party's words paused for a while, he suddenly spoke again.

"Mr. Jason, can you tell me why you describe the scene in such detail?"

"As if...you saw it with your own eyes."

When saying this, the middle-aged sheriff looked at Jason's eyes tightly, not letting himself relax.

"For truth."

"I try to be authentic."

"But because of this, there are some flaws that should not have appeared."

Jason answered the answer that he had already thought of.

When he read "Cross Street Stalker" "written by himself" before, he had thought that such a picture would appear.

After all, the impression that David and Hunter left on Jason was not a wine bag.

The situation in front of him told Jason how necessary it was to prepare in advance.

"So this is ah!"

The middle-aged sheriff nodded suddenly, and then, as if at this moment, he realized that Jason was standing in the waiting area, and the middle-aged sheriff immediately showed that kind smile again.

"Mr. Jason, are you planning to return to Apartment 3A?"

"Yes."

Jason nodded, not hiding this.

"It happens that my people are going there, don't you mind if he sends you?"

the middle-aged sheriff asked.

"Of course I don't mind."

Jason laughed.

Of course he knew what the sheriff wanted to do.

It is nothing more than to better monitor and observe him.

But he wouldn't mind.

Do you know that saving you a car fare is enough to buy a hot dog or sweet corn?

When he just left the 3A apartment in John's car, he saw a fast food stall on the corner of the street, a pizza restaurant about 200 meters away from the apartment, and a fast food restaurant diagonally opposite. There is a restaurant in Mi, and there is a very distinctive open-air restaurant 300 meters away, and...

I recalled the restaurants and restaurants that I unconsciously recorded in my mind.

Jason got into the car of the sheriff's subordinate.

In the roar of the car's engine, Jason quickly disappeared in the eyes of David and Hunter.

"Sheriff, do you believe what he said?"

Hunter asked unconsciously.

"what you think?"

David asked rhetorically.

"I'm not sure."

The young assistant shook his head.

When Jason was talking just now, the young man unconsciously observed Jason, hoping to find a flaw, but unfortunately, he didn't see anything at all.

"If you're not sure...then look for reasons that make you unsure."

"Whether it's instinct or experience, if you're not sure, find it out."

The middle-aged sheriff pointed to his assistant.

He will not complain and despise his assistant for not seeing the most critical point.

Because he, who was the same age as his assistant, would not have noticed this.

And, if his assistant found out, he wouldn't have to be his assistant at all.

"Have you seen Cross Street Stalker?"

the middle-aged sheriff asked.

"Seen."

The young assistant nodded immediately.

The imitators have already appeared, and the young assistants will make up for them even if they haven't seen them before.

"Then what do you think of there?"

The middle-aged sheriff pointed to the alley that Jason had just walked out of.

Not the alley where the murder happened, but the one next door.

The young assistant was taken aback.

The middle-aged sheriff had already walked towards the alley, and David, with a kind smile on his face, easily learned from the people who lived here that Jason had been to this alley.

Jason's physique and dress are really impressive.

"Jason has been here before, then..."

"Not an imitation!"

"It's a recurrence!"

"The guy who murdered wanted to reproduce the content of the "Stalker in the Crossroads" book, so he started to make murders, and at the same time led Jason here."

Facing the hesitant assistant, the middle-aged sheriff said simply.

"Then Jason's phone, do we need to monitor it?"

asked the young assistant who had seen "Cross Street Stalker" once.

He remembered that the phone was a crucial tool for 'connecting' the protagonist and the killer.

"Need not."

"That guy is not a fool, he won't leave us such a big flaw."

"I'm just curious now..."

"Who is Jason's landlord?"

The middle-aged sheriff whispered to himself.

"I'll check right away."

The young assistant turned and left.

"Remember to investigate that blade."

"Also, send additional staff near Jason's rented apartment."

The middle-aged sheriff told his assistant.

"clear."

The young assistant immediately acted, while the middle-aged sheriff stood there, frowning slightly, he always felt that he seemed to have missed something.

...

John's home.

basement.

John with a hammer stood in the center of the room.

He once thought he could forget the past.

In fact, during that time, he really forgot.

He lives like an ordinary person.

Laugh and cry.

Go shopping, stay up late.

The days he loved so much.

Because she is there.

And after she left?

Everything turned bleak.

Even the last glimmer of hope she left for him was snuffed out.

The guy pushed him into the abyss.

But the guy may not know it, he's from there.

Now?

He wants to let the guy and the people related to that guy feel the scenery there.

boom!

John took the sledgehammer and hit the ground hard.

a bit.

Twice.

Three times.

The concrete floor vibrated rapidly, and then shattered directly, gradually revealing the box below.

Throwing the hammer aside, John leaned down, touched the cement block, took the box out, and opened it straight up.

A gun appeared.

He picked up one of them and checked it with great skill.

One after another.

After checking everything, John went into the bathroom.

With the sound of water flowing, John completely entered the state of "before". He wiped the remaining water stains on his body with a towel, and then opened the wardrobe and took off the black suit with a white shirt.

Whoops!

With the shaking of his clothes, John took out his white shirt and put it on.

Then, he fastened the buttons meticulously, moving as finely as a robot.

When he came out of the dressing room next to the bathroom, all his half-length hair was combed back, and although he hadn't shaved, the sense of depression on his body had long since disappeared.

Only an awe-inspiring murderous aura remained.

Drop, drop.

The text message from the mobile phone told him where to find the target he wanted.

Although they are gone, the old relationship is still there.

It is not difficult to investigate something.

On the way out, John glanced at the garden.

He buried his dog under a tree in the garden.

Now?

He's going to get justice for his dog.

John got into the car, kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out like an arrow.

...

Cherry City, North Side.

Before a building was completed, it fell into the top floor of the building where the funds were broken. Four people were sitting here laughing.

Compared to the dilapidated appearance, this floor is well decorated.

Huge chandeliers, spacious sofas, refrigerators full of food, TVs, computers, game consoles and more.

"It's so easy!"

A young man with a mustache, half leaning on the sofa, playing with a butterfly knife in his hand, said disdainfully.

"yes."

"For such an easy task, there is a reward of 20w."

"A few more times and we'll be able to retire."

Another man in a knitted hat sat opposite, holding a can of beer.

"Aren't you wondering why that guy made us do this?"

One of the emaciated men pointed to the TV.

At this time, the murder of the "Cross Street Stalker" impersonator is playing on TV.

"Tsk."

"What's the matter with us?"

"We're just getting paid to do things."

The young man with a moustache pouted in disdain.

Then, his eyes turned to the last sturdy man who was silent.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

"Be happy."

"We accomplished a big job."

"20w!"

"It's 20w!"

The young man with the mustache reminded his comrades.

"Why did you kill that dog?"

"It's innocent."

"The client didn't let us kill it either."

asked the sturdy man.

"Are you talking about the dog?"

"It annoys me to death."

"Don't it deserve to die?"

The young man with the mustache stood up from the sofa and walked straight to the accomplice. Although the young man with the mustache was a head lower than the sturdy man, and was much thinner, but as the other party approached. , The sturdy man couldn't help but take a step back.

Then, the collar of the strong man was grabbed by the young man with the mustache.

"Are you feeling sorry for that dog?"

"Still..."

"Doubt me?"

The young man with a moustache raised the butterfly knife in his hand as he spoke, and the blade was aimed straight at the neck of his accomplice.

The strong man's eyes jumped, and then he raised his hands high.

"I do not have."

He answered so.

"Better not."

"I repeat it again, for the last time!"

"I'm the boss here!"

"I am the head!"

"You all have to listen to me!"

"Don't disobey my orders!"

"Understand?"

The young man with the mustache looked at the thin man in the knitted hat, and the two nodded hastily.

Seeing this scene, the young man with the mustache couldn't help but smile, and seemed very satisfied with the effect.

This is what he wants.

A group of obedient men.

Only then can he earn more money.

Isn't it just a dog?

To die is to die.

Did anyone else kill him because of a dog?

joke!

"All right!"

"Now, we……"

boom!