Chapter 9 Suffering Writers

What to find in the basement of a colour-stained gang mogul?

firearms? gold? banknote?

These are normal.

Even if a pile of corpses appeared, Jason was acceptable.

Even if these corpses are mutilated, that's okay.

These appearances will not make Jason stunned at all.

What made Jason really stunned was that the things in front of him were too unexpected.

A broken bicycle, not only without the seat, but also without the rear wheel, was just hanging out of thin air and placed in a glass case.

A grandfather clock, the pendulum has long stopped, the hour, minute, and second hands have all disappeared, leaving only a white dial with a gorgeous yellow color, which is obviously old.

This grandfather clock is also in a glass case.

Jason turned his head to the side.

He saw... a crowbar?

Jason confirmed for a few seconds that it was indeed a crowbar.

The whole body is black, placed in red velvet, and a glass case like before is covered on it.

And the whole huge second floor underground, there are these three things.

Judging from the solemn placement, it is definitely not a dubious array.

But Ermod really values ​​these things.

Again, this isn't some special collecting fetish.

Because, the crowbar was exuding the smell of 'food'.

Items with the smell of 'food' are naturally extraordinary.

But there is only one 'crowbar', not the rest of the bicycles and clocks.

"I can't identify it exactly, can it only be a rough confirmation?"

"And, it's no longer a 'weapon', but more... lifelike?"

Jason thought about the difference between the 'food' in front of him and the previous 'food',

I can't help but remind myself that I need to pay attention.

Clearly, the world in front of you has a different 'food system'.

The thoughts in his heart did not hinder Jason's actions. As soon as he raised his hand, he smashed the glass case with the 'crowbar'.

Drop, drop!

Suddenly, a harsh alarm sounded.

However, Jason didn't care.

That phone call had already let Ermod know that it didn't matter whether the alarm went off or not.

Lifting the corner of the hockey mask, Jason stuck out his tongue and licked the crowbar.

Sweet, with a light rice aroma.

Hmm... a bit like old man rice!

Jason's eyes lit up, he held the crowbar slightly, and then bit hard.

Crunch!

With the crisp sound of the metal, the corner of the 'crowbar' was directly bitten off by Jason.

Crunch, crunch!

In the crisp chewing sound, the sweetness and rice flavor spread directly on Jason's taste buds.

Jason can be sure now that it is old man Mi.

He used to eat it often, and the taste will not be forgotten.

Then he pulled out of his pocket the ketchup packet that the owner, Bob, had given him when he was buying hot dogs at the fast food stand in the afternoon.

Holding the ketchup packet in one hand, he opened his mouth to bite the corner of the ketchup packet, and with a little force, the ketchup packet was torn open, and Jason squeezed the ketchup packet on the 'crowbar'.

At this time, Jason could clearly see that there were very complicated and regular patterns in the corner that he bit off.

Obviously, this 'crowbar' is not simple and has an extraordinary function.

But Jason took it for granted.

How can an object that can become 'food' be simple?

Those knives, swords, steel bars, TV towers and the like eaten by him are all special existences.

The 'crowbar' should naturally do the same.

Too bad...I can't cook crowbar cooking.

Only for dipping sauce!

Jason thought silently, and filled the whole 'crowbar' with tomatoes in several ketchup packets.

Then, his mouth opened and his throat bulged.

Suddenly, the whole 'crowbar' was stuffed into his mouth.

Crunch, crunch.

In the crisp chewing sound, Jason narrowed his eyes.

Eating is always such a pleasure.

Especially when eating comes with satiety—

[Swallow the sacred sword of food (inferior imitation)! 】

[Physical strength, energy, and injuries are moderately recovered! 】

[Satisfy degree +8! 】

[Satisfaction: 152]

...

For Jason at the moment, the satiety is not high, but this did not reduce Jason's joy in the slightest.

Because, it was a total accident.

Putting on the mask again, Jason strode towards the door.

And just the moment he pushed the door out, three fuze grenades were thrown in.

This is Jason's previous booty.

At this time, it is naturally to eliminate the traces he may leave.

Not just the second basement.

Several other important locations, especially the two monitoring rooms, were taken care of by Jason.

Boom, boom!

The explosion of the grenade sounded one after another.

When Jason walked out of the mansion, the whole mansion was almost in ruins.

However, this is not the end.

Outside the door, Brian was standing with a bazooka on his back.

Seeing Jason coming out, he pulled the trigger at the mansion.

Whoosh!

boom!

The rocket plunged into it, followed by the roar of the explosion.

The whole mansion flew into the sky like this.

Then, Brian took out two weird-looking grenades from the car and threw them towards the ruined mansion.

Incendiary!

Jason instantly recognized the true identities of the two grenades.

boom!

Flames soared into the sky!

The fire lights up all around!

However, apart from the burning sound of the flames, there was not a single sound around.

The rich people around were all huddled in their basements. Their bodyguards were holding weapons and guarding the door nervously. No one dared to come out to find out what happened.

"boarding."

Brian looked at the burning fire and gestured to Jason.

Jason shook his head in denial.

Then, without waiting for Brian to speak again, he walked directly to the darkness beside him.

He didn't mind acting with Brian, that was to say thank you.

But that doesn't mean he will leave with Brian.

The goal is too big!

Far better than himself.

What's more, he is a writer, and now he has to go back to writing.

As for what happened here?

That's what the 'Mask Man' did, what's his business with Jason?

Watching Jason disappear quickly in the dark, Brian didn't stop, he opened the door and got into the car, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Who is Dad?"

After the car started, Kemi couldn't take it any longer, she asked directly.

"It's my friend."

Brian pondered for a while and said.

"Then what do you do, Dad?"

Cammy asked.

Brian was silent.

He didn't want to lie to his daughter, but he also didn't want to let his daughter know about his former occupation.

Silence became the last option.

Facing such silence, the smart girl did not ask any further questions, but changed the subject.

"Where are we going now?"

"Are you going to mom's place?"

"Do not."

"It's not safe in your mother's place."

"You need a safe place."

Brian shook his head.

He knew exactly what kind of person Aimod was. Such a guy would never let go of the girls who escaped from him. He would definitely take revenge and find out who destroyed his lair.

Therefore, he needs to start strong.

Before Armod can act, he will kill Armod first.

However, this obviously cannot take Kemi.

He can only act alone.

Fortunately, he knew a very safe place.

...

Jason returned to Room 13 on the 3rd floor of Apartment 3A.

The whole process was as silent as when he left.

After putting away the mask and machete, and rinsing it out, Jason sat in the study in big pants, slippers, and a pajama jacket.

Although he knew that his writing was not good, he had to bite the bullet and start writing in the face of the [Main Quest].

At the beginning of the paper, he quickly wrote 'Chapter 1'.

Then, he remembered whether there should be a 'preface' at the beginning of the book.

then--

Stab it!

Tear off the first page, crumple it up, and throw it aside.

Jason seriously wrote a 'preface' on the second page.

then……

1 second.

2 seconds.

3 seconds.

...

Two minutes later, Jason was still unable to write a word.

He didn't know what to write.

Even, I don't know how to write at all.

However, he is not one to give up outright.

So hold on for another minute.

He stood up silently, gently pulled the chair aside, then grabbed the manuscript paper on the table and started tearing it frantically.

"Can't write it!"

"Can't write it!"

"I really can't write it!"

While tearing, Jason growled.

Then, he picked up the pen and stared fiercely at the pen.

"And you!"

"You are a mature pen, why can't you write by yourself?"

"why?"

"Why do you say?"

Of course the pen will not answer.

Only Jason's growl echoed through the room.

Naturally, such a sound penetrated the wall and fell into the ears of the policeman who was watching next door.

"Should we go take a look?"

"I feel like something happened to that writer?"

a young detective asked.

"it does not matter."

"A writer."

"They're all schizophrenics, they're all lunatics."

An elderly police detective was rich in business and said casually with coffee.

The young detective looked puzzled.

"You think, the writer is writing a book, he is thinking of a book, he has put his body and mind into that book, and that book is a new world!"

"But what about reality? He will still return to reality. He needs to entertain people in reality, and he needs to eat, drink and sleep."

"Once, two or three times, the two worlds intertwine back and forth, shuttle back and forth."

"Normal people go crazy."

"Not to mention writers, who stay up late every day, work and rest, and eat irregularly, and are even more prone to collapse."

The elderly detective explained.

"The writers are really pathetic."

The young detective couldn't help but sigh.

"yes."

"Years and months of occupational diseases and various misunderstandings have put writers under unimaginable pressure."

The elderly detective nodded.

"Don't understand?"

The young detective was puzzled again.

The elderly detective did not answer immediately, but sighed slightly before speaking.

"A writer is a human who devotes almost all his energy to coding. They are different from ordinary people. They have three hundred and sixty-five days a year, no vacation, and no free time."

"If you have writer friends, you must have been through this—"

"Can I come out and play? Sorry, I need to code."

"Come on, dinner! Sorry, I need to code."

"Let's go on a date, let's go to the movies! Sorry, I need to code."

"It's a holiday today! Sorry, I need to code."

"After one or two, three at most, the writer basically has no friends."

"They'll think writers are aloof and cold."

"Actually, they don't know how much the writer wants to go out to play, how much he wants to go out for dinner, how much he wants to go on a date, but... they can't do it, they have to code."

Saying that, the elderly policeman sighed again.

Then, without waiting for the younger detective to ask again, the older detective continued.

"But even so, there are still a large group of people attacking them."

"Those who read pirated copies don't spend a penny, and those who are shameless will give them all kinds of messages, saying that such books are not worth reading, saying that I am poor, college students, look down on genuine copies, and look like I am weak and reasonable."

"But what if you really have no money?"

asked the young detective.

"No money?"

"It's just that they think that this kind of money needs to be saved and spent in more useful places, such as: nightclubs, clubbing, and flirting with girls. At that time, they were all strong, and they spent reading ten or a hundred books. Money, don't frown."

"But once you come back to read a book?"

"They are poor and I am justified again, and I am weak and I am justified."

"It's really hehe."

The elderly detective sneered.

"It's really too much!"

"Don't they think about it, they've all gone to see pirated copies, what does the author rely on for food?"

The young detective asked angrily

"What do you eat?"

"Shouldn't the author go to work?"

"Writing a book can be regarded as a dedication, it can be to generate electricity for love, and then, just go to work to support yourself."

The older detective said, imitating someone's tone.

The young detective was stunned.

"This this……"

"Do you think this is fake?"

"This is what a writer friend of mine told me. At that time, a pirate watcher told him that."

"Moreover, that person is still sneering at the genuine readers, thinking that these people are all fools and idiots."

The older detective relays a story about a writer friend.

"This is a black sheep!"

The young detective said solemnly.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"How is that enough?"

"There are also some pirated writers who deliberately leave snarky comments in the comments of some rookie writers, because they know very well that no one pays attention to such rookie writers, and every comment will be extremely cherished, even if such comments are bitter Means don't get deleted, they get that treatment, but they don't know it could actually kill a writer."

The older detective sighed again.

"The writers are really pitiful."

The young detective said involuntarily.

"Sometimes they are really pitiful, but sometimes they are really happy."

"Because they have a group of real readers supporting them."

"You never imagine how happy a writer will be after receiving the support of real readers. It is a kind of mutual understanding, an encouragement from the soul, and an unforgettable bond."

The older detective's tone was involuntarily excited.

"A real reader?"

"Understood."

"I will definitely support the genuine version!"

The young detective nodded vigorously.

The older detective smiled and was about to say something when footsteps came from the corridor.

After he made a gesture to his assistant immediately, he crawled on the cat's eye and looked.

Boom, boom, boom!

The moment the knock on the door rang, Jason opened the door.

He had already heard footsteps.

Looking at Brian and Kemi outside the door, Jason frowned. He didn't want to have anything to do with the father and daughter for the time being, but in the end he turned his side and let the two enter the room.

He could hear the monitor beside him watching with bated breath.

After closing the door, Jason pointed at Brian to the next door.

Immediately, Brian understood.

"Feel sorry."

"I can't think of a more suitable candidate for the time being."

"I can only leave Kemi with you."

Brian lowered his voice and said to Jason.

"Are you going to take action on Ermod?"

Jason asked.

"Um."

"He's not dead, I'm not at ease."

"Only when he is dead can Kemi live in the sun."

Brian didn't hide it, he said straight.

Jason didn't refuse immediately, he pondered.

According to the description of "Cross Street Stalker", Ermod is a very important character, and is an important part of the change of the protagonist. If Ermod dies, the killer's arrangement is almost self-defeating.

Maybe……

After thinking of something, Jason raised his head and looked at Brian.

"how long it takes?"

Jason asked.

"Dawn!"

"Up to dawn!"

Brian gave an affirmative answer.

"She can stay until dawn."

Jason replied.

"thanks!"

"Thanks for everything you have done for me!"

"Jason, I will repay you!"

Brian promised, then turned to look at his daughter.

"Kemi stay here."

"Jason can be trusted."

After speaking, Brian ignored the reluctance and obstruction in Kemi's eyes, turned around and walked out.

Brian didn't look back, the door slammed shut.

Jason looked at the girl huddled in the sofa chair, and after thinking about it, turned around and walked to the study and bedroom.

Kemi, who had been staring at Jason, was stunned when Jason turned around.

This back... looks familiar!

Almost instantly, Kemi thought of looking back when she was on the first basement floor.

This back is exactly the same as the previous back.

And the friend my dad said.

Two people are one person!

Quickly, Kemi got the answer.

Therefore, when Jason came out holding the pillow and blanket, Kemi had already stood up from the sofa and looked straight at him, as if seeing him for the first time, looking at him carefully.

With curiosity in his eyes.

And a lot of surprises.

"What's wrong?"

Jason asked without changing his face.

"Are you really a writer?"

Cammy asked.

"Well, outdated writer."

Jason nodded, without denying, just adding a prefix.

"What about your mask?"

Cammy asked again.

"what?"

"I can not understand what you say."

Jason flatly denied it.

He didn't mind Brian knowing his identity, because he knew that Brian would keep a secret for him, and he trusted someone like Brian.

As for Brian's daughter?

Looking at the other party's eagerness to try, Jason knew what to do.

He didn't want any more surprises.

"It was you who just rushed in there!"

"I can be sure!"

"Your backs are exactly the same!"

"And the way you walk, it's the same!"

Kemi ignored Jason's denial at all. She stared at Jason with wide eyes, and she circled around Jason as if she was appreciating an unexpected work.

Under such gaze, Jason was still unmoved.

He has been through too many scenes.

In front of me, it doesn't even count as pediatrics.

He threw the pillow and quilt in his arms directly to Kemi, Jason said in a very cold tone.

"You now have two options!"

"First, you rest here!"

"Second, get out of my room!"

After that, Jason ignored Kemi and turned back to the bedroom and study.

Kemi was stunned, she was a little scared by Jason's indifferent tone.

After a long time, he said, "This is the living room."

"Ok, I know."

"You sleep on the sofa in the living room."

"The bed in the bedroom is mine."

Jason nodded that Kemi understood correctly.

"But I'm a girl!"

Cammy emphasized.

"Equality between men and women."

Jason returned to the desk, and after sitting down, he said without raising his head.

"You're not a gentleman!"

"If I wasn't a gentleman, you wouldn't have pillows and quilts."

Jason retorted.

"You, you will die alone like this!"

Kemi looked at Jason's appearance, and threw the pillow and quilt on the sofa angrily, and the whole person nestled inside.

She told herself that as long as she endured until dawn and saw her father, everything would be over.

But after just two minutes, Kemi couldn't help getting up.

She tiptoed to the door of the study and bedroom, and quietly stuck her head out.

She wanted to see what Jason was doing.

Then, she saw Jason holding a pen, looking at a brand new manuscript with a serious expression, as if something was brewing.

Is this the writer?

Kami couldn't help thinking.

Just when she was expecting Jason to write fast, suddenly, Jason raised his head.

The two eyes met exactly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I'm just curious."

"sorry."

Different from her previous stubbornness, Kemi, who knew she had made a mistake before, bowed in panic and apologized. Her long chestnut-blond hair flowed forward as she bent down, revealing her fair neck. When pulled to one side, the youthful vitality of the girl and the unique charm of women are fully revealed at this time.

Being able to be targeted by the Aimode gang, Kemi's appearance is naturally the same. The action at this time, combined with Kemi's beautiful face, looks very attractive.

Jason stood up from behind his desk and walked straight to Kemi.

The tall, strong body scared Kemi back and forth.

"At noon, when I cook the hot pot base at home and add potatoes, cabbage, tofu, shrimp slips, and mutton rolls, I will definitely drink a sip of soup first."

"The soup at this time, tastes really good."

"Then, I will eat all the ingredients inside and leave the hot pot soup base."

"At night, I'll add potatoes and cabbage for dinner."

"And in the middle of the night, I will light it again, cook noodles in it, and serve it with the soup base as a special pot of noodle soup."

"Do you know why?"

Jason looked down at Kemi and asked.

"Because, because...you're poor?"

Cammy stammered in reply.

"Um."

"So, do you know what to do?"

"I'm so poor!"

"So I'm used to being alone."

"I'm a little uncomfortable with the two of them."

After Jason nodded, he walked to the sofa.

How to do it?

How do I know what to do?

Kemi roared, but facing Jason, she only dared to roar in the bottom of her heart, and she didn't dare to roar at all.

Then, she watched Jason pick up the pillow and quilt, and was about to open the door, as if he was going to kick her out. Kemi was anxious, and the moment the door was opened, she suddenly felt happy. Heart-to-heart cry--

"I invite you to a late night snack!"

(End of this chapter)