The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 499: Imitation? Reproduction!

Dog?

Jason was taken aback, instinctively thinking of the beginning of "Cross Street Stalker" he had just seen.

In that beginning, the protagonist stepped into the killer’s trap step by step while searching for the landlord’s lost dog.

With that in mind, Jason half-jokingly said,

"You’re not my landlord, are you?"

"Mm."

"I am your landlord."

The affirmative answer came from the other end of the phone, making Jason frown.

Such a coincidence?

It wasn’t a coincidence, it was a setup!

It’s very likely that everything was arranged the moment I moved in here!

And the one who arranged all this?

Naturally, it’s the same person who, as described in the book, committed the crime!

What the other person wanted to do was not just create a crime scene!

It was...

To recreate the content of "Cross Street Stalker"!

As Jason’s thoughts raced, he formed a rough speculation, but his brow furrowed even tighter.

Because he had no memory of how he came to live here at all.

He had been here from the very beginning.

Previous memories?

Nonexistent!

Even the cat, the dog ’he’ had, he didn’t know their names now.

While Jason was pondering, the voice on the other end of the phone continued.

"I want to meet and talk, is that okay?"

The other party asked.

"Sure."

Jason gave an affirmative answer.

He wanted to know more, so he had no reason to refuse.

And the landlord named ’John’ arrived faster than expected.

Just five minutes after Jason hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door—

Thump, thump-thump!

"It’s me, John."

The knocker announced himself.

Jason habitually checked before opening the door.

This was a man who seemed slender but brimmed with strength, quite handsome, yet with a scruffy beard and long hair that spilled over his cheeks and shoulders, giving him a sense of despair, while his simple attire—a pair of jeans and a gray-white long-sleeved shirt with some stains—added to his desolate appearance.

"Sorry, to avoid being seen, I had to do some unnecessary things," he said as he walked in, and after Jason closed the door, he pointed at the stains on his clothes.

Jason nodded noncommittally.

His eyes, however, continued to fix on the man.

Jason could clearly sense the dangerous aura of this seemingly dispirited and forlorn man exuding ’grief’.

In ’Nightless City’, Jason had seen quite a few such people.

Each one a famous loner.

Of course, he had no dealings with them, just seen them when delivering goods.

But that didn’t stop Jason from heeding the ’old man’s’ advice: Don’t mess with such people, you can’t afford to, unless you want yourself, including your relatives, friends, and subordinates, to all be wiped out, then just stay away.

Would anyone dare to steal the dog of such a person?

Jason silently mourned for the thief.

Clearly, this dog was very important to John in front of him.

Simply put, it’s no longer about whether he provoked him or not.

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While Jason was sizing up John, John was also sizing up Jason.

This was the first time he had seen Jason.

Previously, when Jason moved in, the apartment manager had reported to him, but at that time, he didn’t care to pay attention.

He had never seen a writer like this before.

Nearly two meters tall, solidly muscled, his arms thicker than most people’s thighs, he looked more like a wrestler than a writer.

Writers holding pens should be genteel.

Jason holding a pen?

It would only make people nervous, worried!

Because they fear that Jason would stab them with the pen!

Is the pen indeed the writer’s weapon?

John couldn’t help but recall a famous saying.

At this moment, he thought the saying made a lot of sense.

Then, he quietly stepped back.

Not just out of fear that Jason would lash out, but also because he keenly felt the lethal danger on Jason’s person.

This was the intuition given to him by his former profession.

An intuition that never fails!

Jason and John stood facing each other in the hallway of the entrance hall.

After a good ten seconds or so, they both moved simultaneously.

The two shifted their steps, sidestepping, step by step, to the side of the couch, and throughout this process, their gazes never left each other, watching each other’s eyes as well as being alert to each other’s arms and legs, even after standing by the couch, the gaze and cautiousness remained unchanged, and unconsciously, their hands clutched the back of the couch.

The couch could be used not only for sitting but also for swinging.

Of course, it could also serve as a shield.

Squeak, squeak!

Amid the sound of the couch legs scraping against the floor, Jason and John each dragged their couch backwards.

Not until they both touched the wall behind them did they stop.

Then, at the same time, they sat down on the couch.

John’s body leaned forward, like a tense leopard ready to pounce at the slightest disturbance.

Jason, on the other hand, sat much more normally, the body upright, legs slightly apart, but his feet subtly slid back in his slippers, using the front of the slippers to conceal the bent, tucked-in toes.

Jason assured himself that with a toe-tap, he could spring up at any moment,

And in the event of an accident, he would not only be able to react instantly but also carry out an effective counterstrike.