The Demon’s Menu

After a complex but mysterious but short voice, the glory appeared.

The dazzling light enveloped the vehicles driven by David and Hunt, as well as the black men with guns.

"Ahhhh!"

The cries of pain rang one after another.

"Flash bomb!"

"There is an ambush!"

"Concealed! Concealed!"

The leading man in black shouted loudly.

But, late.

Jason's figure appeared like this among the men in black, and the tall, strong body quickly spun up with a broad-blade short-handed machete in his hand.

Woo!

The blade cut the air and let out a roar.

Puff puff!

Everyone around Jason suffered a fatal blow.

Moreover, as Jason's footsteps move, the range of such slashes continues to expand.

When David and Hunt's eyes regained their vision, there was a broken limb in front of them, a figure standing straight in it, the ice hockey mask on his face in a bloody, more and more terrible, terrifying.

Hunter never thought he was a timid person, but at this time he swallowed a slobber unconsciously.

what happened?

It was just surrounded by a group of people.

Why are you surrounded by someone now?

Even if he could, he would rather choose his previous opponent.

Because the guy with blood all over his eyes is a perverted murderer at first sight.

The dead guys on the ground are the best proof.

However, as a police officer, Hunt raised the gun in his hand subconsciously.

But at the next moment, David held the muzzle.

"Sir Jason?"

Asked David tentatively.

Jason?

Hunter froze, then looked at Jason violently.

He just felt that the figure in front of him was familiar, and when David's words were spoken, the figure in front of him immediately merged with the tall, strong figure in his memory.

It's Jason!

Hunt thought with certainty.

Jason, who stood in front of the two, denied it.

"Jason? Are you talking about that famous writer?"

"Sorry, I am not."

"I am a passing" mask man "."

Jason scorned.

Very famous writer?

Ghost!

Except for yourself, who would give such a third-rate writer such a high rating?

The young Hunter could hardly control his expression and wanted to roll his eyes.

David is much more normal, he keeps the habitual smile.

"Then the" Maskman "passing by, are you still having trouble?"

"If not, we will leave first."

The middle-aged sheriff asked tentatively.

Although he had confirmed that the person in front of him was Jason, the scene in front of him still shocked the heart of the middle-aged sergeant.

In the past two decades of handling cases, this middle-aged sergeant has already seen too many too many brutal and fierce guys, but this middle-aged sergeant is certain that these fierce and fierce guys cannot add up. A little finger of Jason in front of him.

Look at the corpses on the ground.

How long has the light just flashed?

A second?

Two seconds?

In this short period of time, he has killed so many people. Why did he become a writer? The middle-aged sergeant doesn't know. He only knows that if the other party wants them in trouble, they are really dead.

Therefore, the middle-aged sheriff tentatively tried.

He wanted to know Jason's attitude.

The result was a relief to him.

Just when his words fell, Jason turned around and left.

Hunter kept staring at Jason.

At this time, when he saw Jason leaving, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged sergeant spoke again.

"and many more."

"Can you tell me why you helped me?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"Those who hold salaries for everyone should not be frozen in the snow."

Jason kept walking, but the words came from far away, clearly into the ears of David and Hunt.

After the two men froze a little, they unconsciously muttered this sentence.

Hunter's eyes were brighter and brighter, and a conviction seemed to burst out.

Before, he had a similar belief, but it was vague.

Now, this belief has become clearer with Jason's words.

At this moment, he found the value of self-existence.

David is different.

The middle-aged sheriff, who already knew what he was about to do, shook his head slightly and chuckled.

"I did what I should do."

He said so.

Then, he raised his head and shouted at the distant back, shouting—

"Thank you."

Jason heard such gratitude, the corner of the mouth behind the mask was raised, but the voice was muttering indistinctly.

"It's a fool."

There are always such fools in the world who will come forward when others are desperate.

Bring light to others!

Just like the stars at night!

Dispel the darkness of the world!

They are called ...

hero.

A group of fools.

I sincerely hope that these fools will live for a hundred years and have no worries in their lives.

Otherwise, the dispelled darkness will come back sooner or later, making the world like an abyss, like hell.

Jason had seen such a situation.

In the city that never sleeps.

There was already **** on earth.

One of these places is enough.

No more?

I'm afraid the universe will be destroyed.

Jason turned to look away.

John, who came in accordance with the agreement, parked the car on the side of the road, and looked at Jason with a little surprise in the driver's seat.

He witnessed the scene that just happened.

He was not surprised that Jason would shoot.

Just surprised how Jason shot.

He has also seen similar people in his 'career', but he didn't expect that Jason would be such a person.

Why would such a person become a writer?

Like me, is it because of retirement?

John couldn't help thinking.

Jason bypassed the car and pulled the car door into the co-pilot.

Just after Jason did it, John handed a file bag to Jason.

"The information you want about the former employer of" Edward ", the Emud housekeeper."

John said cleanly as always.

"Thanks."

Jason opened the kraft paper bag while talking.

There is a thick stack of information inside, these materials are quite detailed.

From the birth of ‘Edward’ to the disappearance.

Edward was born in Cherry City in 33. He has a wealthy family and received elite education since childhood. He took over the family business as an adult, including a bank and a mining company.

Fendilt was able to become Edward's housekeeper because of the recommendation letter from Edward's old housekeeper before retirement.

The two sides have been working together for nearly thirty years. Fendilt has been diligent and helpful to Edward, and Edward is also confident to hand over a lot of business to Fendilt.

If this continues, Fendilt will take care of the two generations of Edward's family, or even three generations, just like the old butlers before. When he retires, he will introduce a new butler.

Or, simply let your heirs inherit their careers and become the inheritance stewards of the Edwardian family.

It was just an accident.

In 1997, Edward suddenly contracted a strange disease. The whole person became not only unconscious, but also made several irrational investments, which made the entire Edward family decay.

After looking at the information, Jason looked at the photo in the file.

This is an old black-and-white photo. At least 20 years or even longer, the corners are slightly played.

Two people in the picture, one sitting and one standing.

A Fendilt, who looked a lot younger, stood there with a smile on his face, and in front of him was a well-dressed middle-aged man with a beard.

The man held a cane in his hands, his hands on top, his left hand on the bottom, his right hand on the top, and his right index finger exposed, with a ring inlaid with precious stones.

Although it is a black and white photo, Jason can still roughly estimate the cost of this ring.

"This family with banks and mines ..."

Jason said, looking at John.

Although Jason didn't finish, John understood what Jason wanted to say.

A family with banks and mines cannot disappear so quickly.

Unless someone stalks it.

As for Edward's wrong decision?

A person who has inherited the family for decades and is the helm of the family's smooth and excessive helm. It is definitely not a foolish person. Perhaps it will be mistaken once due to an accident, but it is absolutely impossible to make several mistakes in a row.

Such continuous accidents and mistakes are enough to explain some problems.

"there are some problems."

"But it's very obscure."

"It seems that someone is covering up such a thing. There is no clue in my channel, but I heard some rumors."

John said about his investigation after reading the document.

"rumor?"

Jason was interested.

Although the rumors are mostly catching the wind and catching the shadow.

However, there is still a source.

"One year before Edward went bankrupt, people often heard him exclaim in the night."

"It's that kind of exclamation of unknown significance, full of fear."

"And from that time onwards, Edward began to make investments that ordinary people didn't understand: spending high prices and buying something weird."

John continued.

"Weird stuff?"

Jason became more and more interested.

He seemed to smell the presence of ‘food’.

"Well, these things are very concealed. Edward never let more people see them, just Fendiert's dictation afterwards, and the steward is not willing to mention these things.

"In fact, if it weren't for finding Edward's whereabouts, everyone believed that the steward would be tight-lipped."

John nodded and explained.

"How did Edward disappear?"

Jason asked.

In the previous document, Edward's disappearance was recorded, but that record is vague, with only a few sentences: Edward left the house in the suburbs and never returned.

The people around me said that Edward seemed to be unable to accept the status quo and became crazy.

Others say that Edward has shown signs of suicide more than once.

Everything is in line with common sense.

It is the performance of a frustrated person.

If there were no previous 'abnormal' investments.

"That's what the data says."

"Fendilt proved this statement."

"Edward once said that he was deceived, all words like scammers."

"But one thing, I care."

John paused for a moment, and the expression on his face became a little strange.

Jason did not urge, he waited quietly.

After about a second or two, John continued:

"Three months after Edward disappeared, someone saw Edward!"

"It's just Edward's ghost!"

"ghost?"

"Well, ghost!"

"Eyewitnesses said that Edward was wandering in his old house and his whole body was unreal."

"The witnesses at that time were terrified and ran home directly."

"And this is not the first time."

"Later, when someone wanted to buy Edward's old house, they encountered a similar situation, except that they were more bizarre and seemed to be drawn into a nightmare."

"After two incidents, Edward's old house was completely uninterested."

"Soon, there will be barren, but last summer, there was a sudden fire there, and the fire devoured the entire mansion. When the fire brigade arrived, it would have been burned to rubble."

Haunted old house?

Burnt down?

Plus the strange things Edward bought before.

Jason raised an eyebrow.

He always felt that this was someone removing traces.

Obviously, not only did Jason think so, but some people also thought so.

"Several days after this incident, some people started to wander around Edward's old house."

"They are obviously looking for something."

"However, all returned empty-handed."

"It wasn't a secret at the time. Many people in the underground world of Cherry City tried their luck."

"They met those guys."

"It should be an outsider."

"It's hard to mess with."

John emphasized.

"Then?"

Jason asked.

"After that, many people became more and more interested. The" Edward Missing Case "reappeared in the sight of these guys. They started an investigation and then ..."

"Death begins!"

John's face appeared dignified.

He began to describe the part of the previous investigation that most concerned him.

"The first three people who started the investigation died of fatalities."

"Drown, accidental electric shock and car accident!"

"The three of them are Cherry City's most famous private detectives and investigators."

"Two of them died silently, and when they found out they were all cold."

"But the person who had the car accident left a message--"

"He holds a doll in his hand ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ is in front of the car, there will be a kind of doll that people use to decorate, most people will choose some of their favorite, or cute."

Speaking of which, John pointed to the center console of his car, which contained a dog-like dog doll, connected by a spring, slightly touched, and nodded up and down, swinging.

"But his doll is different, and he did not stick the doll on it, but held it in his hand in advance-some people have investigated, and the detective bought the doll about three days ago, and then, personally Storage seems to have foreseen her own destiny in order to leave information for people. "

"What is that doll?"

Jason couldn't help asking.

John answered directly--

"Is an……"

"coffin!"