Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

The writer must have been treated terribly.

Perhaps he's already been done in by Jason.

Poor writer.

With such speculation, the interviewer hurriedly left.

In the room, Jason heard the conversation of these people clearly.

He wasn't surprised by the interviewer's assessment.

Just to end what was called an 'interview' quickly, he had unconsciously revealed a hint of his aura.

Though it was just a hint, it was enough for the average person.

As he wished, the interviewer wrapped up the session quickly.

However, something the interviewer said served as a reminder to Jason.

"Can I go on to compete in a wrestling match and then write a memoir?"

Jason seriously considered the feasibility of this matter.

In the end, Jason shook his head.

He was confident about the wrestling match, but the time investment was too long.

At the beginning, even with the identity of a 'writer,' it was just a gimmick, and he would definitely not get recognition, let alone sell a memoir, unless he could win a championship or something like that.

But to accomplish this within 120 days was indeed too difficult.

And to methodically sell at least 100,000 copies of a new book within 120 days?

That was fraught with difficulty as well. Your next chapter is on empire

Especially with the restrictions that purchases must be voluntary and each person counts for only one copy.

He had to think of a method.

As Jason pondered, he walked back to his study and placed the hockey mask and the wide-bladed short-handle machete behind the bookshelf.

Since the reporter had come.

Could the police be far behind?

The police arrived even faster than Jason expected.

Just two minutes after Jason had placed his mask and machete, his door was knocked on again.

Thud, thud thud!

"Hello, I'm Chief Davide."

"Is Mr. Jason there?"

The rhythmic knocking was accompanied by a very polite voice.

When Jason opened the door, the police chief, roughly forty years old, dressed in plain clothes with a beard, but very clean in clothes and shoes, gave a slight smile.

The chief's smile was quite affable; in his youth, he certainly could have been called a sunshine handsome man.

And now?

He was very charming as well.

Especially when he was exceedingly polite.

"I apologize for the interruption, Mr. Jason."

"This is my assistant, Hunter."

The middle-aged detective gestured to the young man beside him.

This was a serious-looking young man, dressed in a formulaic black suit, white shirt, and black tie, standing silently there, and when Davide introduced him, simply nodded to Jason.

"This is my badge."

Then, the middle-aged detective flashed his badge and passed it over to Jason, making sure Jason could see it clearly.

Hunter did the same.

Jason glanced over both badges; the photos appeared to be of the two individuals, their names were correct, and details like officer numbers and the embossing were all sharp and clear, not a cheap knock-off, likely the real deal.

"May we come in to talk?"

Asked the detective after Jason nodded, indicating that he had seen clearly.

"Yes."

Jason nodded, stepping aside.

"I appreciate it."

Davide said apologetically.

This way of talking, of course, would close the distance with strangers.

While the younger man, Hunter, still maintained an unwelcoming appearance, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

Clearly, he was observing.

One person amiable to catch attention, and the other calmly surveying the surroundings?

Jason thought to himself as he observed the pair before him.

Then, without any sign, he sat in the sofa.

He chose a sofa against the wall; sitting there, he could clearly see both the front door and the door leading to the bedroom.

Though he had made contingencies, Jason wasn't about to let anyone easily search his bedroom.

As for whether the young man in front of him would do so?

Upon entering the room, he had looked towards the bedroom door at least three times.

Despite his standoffish exterior, this was telling enough.

"Please, take a seat."

Jason said after he was seated.

"Thank you."

Davide was still all smiles.

He sat opposite Jason, and the impassive young man stood behind him.

"Do you know the reason for our visit, Mr. Jason?"

The middle-aged detective asked with a smile.

"I know."

"There was a reporter here just now."

Jason replied.

That was the truth and there was no need to hide it.

"Then could you share with us your thoughts?"

The middle-aged detective continued.

"Breaking the law is wrong!"

"Abiding by the laws and regulations is the duty of every citizen."

"I hope the police step up their efforts to solve the case, bring the culprit to justice, and vindicate the victim."

"That's what I said earlier."

"Now, I feel the same way."

Jason repeated his previous statement completely, firmly expressing his stance.

The middle-aged detective was taken aback.

Like the interviewer before him, the detective hadn't expected Jason to respond this way.

However, unlike the interviewer, the detective quickly recovered.

"Thank you for your support, Mr. Jason."

"Could you perhaps share some of your hypotheses with me?"

"You know, it might be of help to us."

Davide appeared very sincere, even using honorifics in his speech.

Jason's face showed a fitting trace of embarrassment.

He knew this was just the detective's strategy.

But that didn't prevent him from going with the flow.

After all, he also had his share of troubles here.