Who would like to live a life of prying eyes?

No one.

And what kind of despair and pain do people who can say calmly, "Good morning to you, good afternoon to you, and good night" after discovering that they are being spied on, experience?

Jason didn't know this.

But after knowing that he was being spied on, Jason couldn't be calm at all.

He sat there wearing a mask, his broad-bladed machete on his knees, and the notebook in his hand opened to the second page.

I directly chose [Fried Pork Crispy Roll].

After 7 points of satiety were consumed, more content appeared on the notebook.

【The black cloth covers my eyes.】

【But the fragrance...】

【Still tangy.】

[Remember: After the cold appetizer, it is hot, it is a bit hot]

…

Then, √ appeared behind the appetizer [Fried Pork Crispy Roll].

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[Background: Suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome, you not only spent all your allowance for treatment, but also insisted on leaving the veterans hospital. You were dressed in ragged clothes, wrapped in a blanket, and pushing a trolley in this familiar yet unfamiliar place.

The city has become different in three years. The old legends are still there, but the new ones are gradually beginning to spread...]

[Main mission: Obtain city recognition within 60 days.]

[Acquire a temporary language and disappear automatically when leaving the instance]

[Clothing, appearance, and equipment are temporarily changed and will be automatically restored when leaving the instance]

[Detecting Gunpowder Weapons]

(Tip: Please enjoy your hot appetizer)

…

After Jason saw everything clearly, he closed the notebook.

Just like before, he entered a strange world.

Jason checked himself immediately.

The taupe coat is still clean, but the cuffs and elbows have long been worn and faded, revealing the white knitted part.

The dark blue jeans can't be seen to be clean, but the belt is only half-length, and the front end is missing. Only the part that fits into the button is left, and a camouflage T-shirt with holes is broken out of it.

A black blanket was draped over the body, along the shoulders, covering most of the back, protecting against the cold morning wind.

call.

Jason opened his mouth and let out a white breath.

He lowered his head and looked at the cart in front of him, a few plastic bottles, a few cans, a few pieces of paper, and then...

His hockey mask has a broad-bladed machete at the bottom.

He stretched out his hand, put his index finger through the gap in the steel wire of the trolley, and touched his mask and the wide-blade short-handled machete. Suddenly, he felt relieved.

"tramp."

Although there was no proof, Jason easily confirmed his identity.

Anyone who is not blind can recognize this look.

“Get city approval within 60 days?”

Looking at this main quest description, Jason couldn't help but frown.

The scope of this recognition is somewhat broad.

In other words, the recognition of a city.

Is it the city itself?

Or people from the city?

The latter is, to say the least, still within the realm of what Jason can understand.

What if it's the former?

Cities are conscious!

Let’s not talk about how to gain recognition as a conscious city.

The mere existence of such a city was enough to make Jason shudder.

A city with consciousness.

That……

Who are the people living in this city?

cell?

Or bacteria?

Jason shook his head, and after temporarily suppressing such thoughts, he began to look around.

At this moment, he should be in a park in the middle of the street.

The extinguished street lights and the slightly rising sun told Jason the approximate time.

The bench behind him should be his previous bed.

There were several newspapers scattered on the ground that served as 'bedding'.

Jason bent down and picked it up, then sat on the bench and read the newspaper.

Jason has considerable experience in getting familiar with a strange place.

Among them, obtaining the corresponding information is the first step.

However, the content in the newspaper made Jason frown.

"The Case of Serial Disappearance of Women!"

"The Ripper in the Night!"

"Echoes of the Hanged Man!"

…

A series of cases, Jason opened other, entertainment, current affairs news, but news about similar cases accounted for the majority.

py86.10.20

Jason glanced at the date

Judging from the wear and tear of the newspaper, it is definitely not from the last day or two.

"I need to find the nearest newspaper."

Jason thought, stood up and pushed his trolley outside.

There will be no new newspapers in the street park.

There are only people who get up early and do morning exercises.

There are men and women.

Most of them are elderly people.

Therefore, when a young man appears, it is undoubtedly attractive.

Especially when the young man is also a good-looking woman.

The other party was wearing a blue lapel suit, which was more workplace-oriented with a hint of casualness. He had a black, gray and white plaid plush scarf around his neck, and he was wearing small leather shoes with heels, but not high.

Carrying a black leather schoolbag on his back.

At this moment, the other party was holding a photo and quietly asking the old man who was doing morning exercises.

When she saw Jason looking here, the lady immediately shouted:

"Hello, please wait a moment."

Jason frowned.

He didn't want to cause any trouble for the time being.

Subconsciously, Jason was ready to leave.

However, as the lady approached, a faint, sweet smell appeared in Jason's nose.

Instinctively, Jason stopped.
To be continued...