The Demon’s Menu

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Sighing, the older police officer sighed again.

Then, without waiting for the young detective to ask another question, the older detective continued.

"Even so, there’s still a whole bunch of people going after them."

"Those who watch pirated versions, not spending a dime, have the cheek to leave all sorts of comments, saying such books aren’t worth reading, playing the ’I’m poor, a college student, I look down on genuine versions’, acting all self-righteous because they’re disadvantaged."

"But what if they really don’t have the money?"

The young detective asked.

"No money?"

"That’s just them thinking that this is the kind of money that needs to be saved, to be spent in more useful places, like: night clubs, bars, picking up girls. Then, each and every one of them is a winner, spending the money it would take to buy ten, a hundred books without blinking an eye."

"They’re back to their ’I’m poor, therefore I’m right’, ’I’m disadvantaged, therefore I’m right’ act."

"It’s really laughable."

The older detective scoffed again and again.

"It’s really outrageous!"

"Don’t they ever think, if everyone goes to read pirated versions, how is an author supposed to make a living?"

The young detective indignantly retorted.

"Make a living?"

"Shouldn’t authors go get a job?"

"Writing can be considered a contribution, something done out of love, then, they can just work another job to support themselves."

The older detective sarcastically mimicked the tone of some people.

The young detective was dumbfounded.

"This, this..."

"Do you think I’m making this up?"

"This was told to me by a writer friend of mine. A reader of pirated books actually said this to him."

"Moreover, that person was scoffing at the readers of genuine versions, considering these people fools, idiots."

The older detective recounted the story of a writer friend.

"Such a scourge on the community!"

The young detective said gravely.

"Not enough! Not enough!"

"How is this enough?"

"There are some who read pirated versions and deliberately leave harsh comments in the reviews of novice writers, because they know well that these new writers aren’t paid attention to, that every comment is extremely valued, and even if it is harsh and sharp, it won’t be deleted. They enjoy such treatment, but they don’t know that doing this could actually stifle a writer for real."

The older detective sighed again.

"Writers are really pitiful."

The young detective couldn’t help but say.

"Sometimes they are indeed pitiful, but other times they are actually very happy."

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

"Have you never thought about how happy a writer can be after receiving the support of true readers? It’s a kind of mutual understanding, an encouragement that comes from the soul, a bond that’s unforgettable."

The older detective’s voice involuntarily rose with excitement.

"True readers, huh?"

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"I understand."

"I will definitely support genuine versions!"

The young detective nodded firmly.

The older detective smiled, about to say something, when footsteps came from the hallway.

He immediately made a gesture to his assistant, then climbed up to peer through the peephole.

Thump, thump thump!

The next moment after the knocking, Jason opened the door.

He had already heard the footsteps.

Looking at Brian and Kemi outside, Jason’s brows furrowed. He didn’t want to get entangled with this father-daughter pair for the time being, but eventually, he stepped aside, letting the two into the room.

He could hear the monitor next door holding their breath, watching intently.

After closing the door, Jason gestured towards the next room to Brian.

Immediately, Brian understood.

"Sorry."

"I couldn’t think of a more suitable person."

"I can only leave Kemi in your care for now."

Brian whispered to Jason.

"You’re going after Emod?"

Jason asked.

"Mhm."

"I won’t be at peace until he’s dead."

"Only if he’s dead, can Kemi live in the sunlight."

Brian said outright.

Jason didn’t immediately refuse; he pondered.

Emod, according to the descriptions in "Cross Street Tracker," was quite an essential character, a crucial element in the Protagonist’s change. If Emod were to die, the killer’s plans would almost fall apart on their own.

Maybe...

Jason, thinking of something, looked up at Brian.

"How long do you need?"

Jason asked.

"Till dawn!

"At most till dawn!"

Brian gave a definite answer.

"She can stay till dawn."

That was Jason’s reply.

"Thanks!"

"I appreciate everything you’ve done for me!"

"Jason, I’ll repay you!"

Brian promised, then turned to look at his daughter.

"Kemi, stay here."

"Jason is trustworthy."

After speaking, Brian ignored Kemi’s reluctant and obstructing gaze and turned to leave.

Brian didn’t look back, and the door closed with a ’click’.

Jason looked at the girl huddled in the armchair, thought for a moment, then turned and walked towards his study and bedroom.

Kemi, who had been staring at Jason, paused as he turned around.

This silhouette... it looked familiar!

Almost instantly, Kemi thought of the fleeting glance back in the basement level earlier.

This silhouette was exactly the same as the previous one.

And the friend her father mentioned.

The two were one and the same!

Quickly, Kemi arrived at the answer.

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

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