The Demon's Menu

Chapter 501: Imitation? Reproduction! (3)

The other party suppressed that kind of mischievous smile.

Proud and full of irony.

"Not very good?"

Jason replied indifferently, his tone exceedingly calm.

But such calmness caused a pause in the voice on the other end, as if the speaker hadn’t expected Jason to be so composed. They had anticipated that even if Jason didn’t show panic, he would at least be angry.

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But now?

Calm.

"Interesting! Interesting! So interesting!"

"This is the ’author’ I’ve been looking forward to!"

"Come on, the game has begun!"

The person laughed with an excited panting, a kind of strained yet wildly exhilarated laugh.

It took a full four or five seconds before that laughter ceased.

The altered voice of the other party came through again.

"You’ve guessed where the dog is, haven’t you?"

"Then..."

"Let’s continue."

As the words dropped, the line was disconnected on the other end.

Jason, maintaining his original composure, hung up the phone.

As for the other person’s twisted actions on the other end of the receiver?

Jason wasn’t surprised.

If they weren’t twisted, how could they have done such a thing?

Only...

Why was this ’psycho’ fixating on him?

Or to be precise, with so many excellent novels available, why choose the work of an author who was on the verge of fading away?

Just to get him back in the spotlight?

The thought crossed Jason’s mind, but he shook his head immediately in denial.

He looked towards John.

"Together?"

Jason asked.

He needed to see the scene for himself.

Although the police had already been there and most of the valuable clues would have been collected, Jason still wanted to go there for a look.

After all, he had an unusual way of

The two easily arrived at the parking lot behind the apartment.

There, a vintage car not matching the current era was parked.

It was not an antique car.

Instead, it was a sedan with a three-color stripe paint job that looked more like a muscle car.

"Nice car."

Jason remarked.

As a qualified ’postman,’ he knew a fair bit about cars.

Although he couldn’t name the brand of the vehicle before him, he could tell it wasn’t only well-maintained but also had undergone several modifications.

Modifications for greater speed.

As Jason sat in the passenger seat, he confirmed this notion further.

The front remained unchanged, but in the back, all unnecessary items had been stripped away.

Including, the seats.

This was for weight reduction.

However, as soon as Jason got in, the car tilted slightly.

Jason was heavier than he looked.

John glanced at his car with a pang of distress but then stepped on the gas.

Vroom!

Instantly, the vehicle roared to life like a beast on land, charging out with a bellow.

No need for more questions, John, who had already investigated thoroughly, drove straight to the murder scene: Olive Street.

Olive Street, located in the Northern District of Cherry City, was an old street in the old district.

It had had its moments of glory.

But as time passed and the rich moved away, the Southern District replaced the Northern District, and Olive Street had declined a great deal, with those once-fashionable shops now signifying obsolescence.

And the numerous cheap apartments provided affordable housing for the many commoners, laborers.

The body was discovered in the alley between the apartments.

Just like described in the book, it was a narrow, dark alley.

Even worse.

The sun was completely blocked by the apartments on both sides; not a glimmer of light could penetrate here, making the place not just dim but also a bit cold, and the residual stench of blood relentlessly seeped into the noses of those who neared.

Jason saw the police tape up ahead.

Several officers stood there, guarding the scene and keeping the approaching journalists at bay.

These journalists buzzed around like flies attracted to the scent of blood.

The residents who lived there wore faces filled with worry and panic.