Mask X machete X meat?

Jason was stunned when he heard the name, and then the corners of his mouth curled up.

The mask is on my face.

The machete is in my hand.

Meat?

Of course it's my favorite.

I can't wait to chew it in my mouth all the time.

Very nice name!

Jason thought in his heart, put the diary aside in the cabinet with the mask and machete, then stood up and walked towards the door.

The door opens outward.

When Jason pushed the door open, the people standing outside felt that they were suddenly enveloped in a shadow. When they raised their heads and saw what Jason thought was a rough face, but actually a scary face, they were suddenly startled, with a look of fear on his face.

Backing away continuously.

"Don't, don't come over!"

As the other party said this, his soles slipped and he collapsed on the ground. His whole body leaned against the iron railing of the stairs, and his head was tilted back as hard as possible, as if he wanted to get as far away from Jason as possible.

And the Mediterranean Sea, which should be neatly arranged and swirling around the head, is dancing and fluttering in the sunshine and breeze under such movements.

Jason frowned.

The person in front of me is a middle-aged man. He has an appearance close to his hometown in his memory. His face has no distinguishing features. Because of his baldness, he looks a bit premature. His clothes are clean, and his shoes are also very clean.

Apparently it had just been wiped.

However, due to the panic of the other party, the clothes were already messy and dirty.

"You're looking for me?"

Jason turned his head and pointed at the sign hanging on the side of the door.

It's said to be a signboard, but in fact it's just a very crude 'poster'——

Under the wooden house number 'Silver-11-101', there is a piece of A4 paper taped with transparent tape, which reads: Mask X Machete X Meat.

The writing is the same as the normal writing on the notebook.

It should have been written by him.

Jason thought like this and looked at the middle-aged man again.

At this time, the middle-aged man finally calmed down.

The other party stood up in a panic and said embarrassedly.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Master Jason, you are really unexpected."

Jason felt a little awkward when the other party called him 'Master'.

Such titles always reminded him of some liars in his hometown who had big names but no real abilities.

"You can call me sir or sir."

Jason emphasized.

"Okay, Jason Pavilion, Your Excellency."

As he spoke, the other party bowed and apologized again. Then, when he stood up straight, he took out a white handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then coiled his long and fluttering hair back around his head.

Without using a mirror, I just relied on my feeling to draw a perfect circle around my head.

Jason couldn't help but take another look.

After all, such a technique is really refined over time, and without ten years of hard work, it would be impossible to achieve this step.

"I am Aijo Ichiro."

The other party sensed Jason's gaze, but forced himself to calm down and took out his business card.

Jason took the business card.

A white paper business card with the words ‘Donleng Production-Supervisor-Aijo Ichiro’ written on it.

Then. Below is a mobile phone number and landline number, and the back of the business card is blank.

When Jason took the business card, the middle-aged man named Aijo Ichiro said this -

"Please Sir Jason, please save me, I have been tortured enough!"

"As soon as I fall asleep, that woman's subordinates will appear!"

"I hid in temples and shrines, but they were of no use. Finally, a master recommended me to come to you!"

The other party finished speaking in one breath and looked at Jason expectantly.

At this time, Jason could completely see the other person's bloodshot eyes and thick dark circles.

There is no doubt that the other party has really not had a good rest for a long time.

Moreover, such a long period of time without rest affects the other party's logic and aesthetics.

He spoke incoherently and completely misunderstood his rough appearance.

"Come in and talk in detail."

Jason said, turning sideways.

Ichiro Aijo looked at Jason's tall, bear-like body, shrunk his neck, and cautiously approached the door.

"Excuse me."

After saying this, the other party truly walked in.

However, it's only near the corridor.

Because, there are no slippers.

Seeing the other person's confused look, Jason waved his hand to indicate that it didn't matter.

"Just come in."

Jason said.

"No, no."

"That's too presumptuous."

"I'm just fine here."

As he spoke to the other party, he stood upright in the corridor and told what exactly happened.

As a well-known supervisor in the industry, Ichiro Aijo has always been known for his conscientiousness, not only meeting with actresses in the middle of the night to review scripts, but also with male actors.

Then, for a scene in the play, Ichiro Aijo specially took the crew to a remote scenic spot for filming.

It’s just to be more real, definitely not because of the ‘please fee’ given by the merchants in the scenic area.

Not to mention avoiding the trouble of being followed by paparazzi while reviewing the script.

The sky is the quilt and the earth is the bed, and they have different feelings.

Counting stars and singing softly under the breeze at night always makes people inspired, doesn't it?

When you exercise, you become dehydrated.

If you are short of water, you want to drink water.

The businesses in the scenic spot are very well prepared.

Tea sets are all available.

The tea is fine green tea.

The water used to make tea is also a mountain spring.

Ichiro Aijo, who was sweating profusely, poured the tea into the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

But at this time——

A woman's face appeared in the teacup.

This is a very beautiful woman, her hair is shawl down her shoulders, her face is chiseled, her skin is fair, and there is a touch of nobility between her eyebrows. She is obviously not of ordinary human origin.

I don’t know how many times better than the actress who just accompanied him to review the script.

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

The more I look at it, the more obsessed I become.

Just like that, his mind was almost immersed in it.

When he came to his senses, he didn't know when the tea in the cup was gone, and the girl on the water had disappeared without a trace.
To be continued...