Who would enjoy a life under surveillance?
And what kind of despair and pain must a person have gone through to calmly say, “Good morning, good afternoon, good evening,” after discovering they’re being watched?
Jason didn’t know these things.
But after finding out he was being watched, Jason simply couldn’t remain calm.
He sat there wearing a mask, a broad-bladed hatchet resting on his knees, his notebook flipped open to the second page.
He directly chose the “Fried Meat Crispy Rolls.”
After depleting his fullness at 7 a.m., more content appeared in the notebook.
“A black cloth covered my eyes.”
Jason glanced at the date.
Considering the wear on the newspaper, it definitely wasn’t from the last day or two.
“Need to find the latest newspaper to check.”
Jason thought to himself, stood up, and started pushing his trolley out.
You wouldn’t find fresh newspapers in the central park.
Those there were only early risers doing morning exercises.
Mostly elderly people advanced in age.
Therefore, when a young person appeared, they undoubtedly attracted attention.
Especially when this young person was also a good-looking woman.
She wore a blue collared suit, tending towards business attire but with a hint of casual style, a black, gray, and white plaid wool scarf wrapped around her neck, small leather shoes with heels that were not high.
On her back, she carried a black leather backpack.
At this moment, she was quietly asking the exercising elderly folk with a photo in her hand.
Upon seeing Jason look this way, the lady immediately called out:
“Hello, please wait a second.”
Jason furrowed his brow.
He didn’t want to invite any trouble for the time being.
Subconsciously, Jason was ready to leave.
But as the lady approached, a faint, sweet scent reached Jason’s nose.
Instinctively, Jason stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, his gaze falling on the woman’s backpack.
Baked honey biscuits?
No, that’s not right.
They smelled a bit like molded cakes.
Made with plenty of egg batter and sugar.
Just out of the oven.
They would probably be very soft and crumbly on bite.
The lady who had hurried to Jason’s front noticed his gaze and immediately opened her backpack to take out a steaming paper bag.
“If you don’t mind, please take it.”
“I made these myself.”
“I am Giselle, a pastry chef.”
The lady introduced herself and then handed over the paper bag.
Jason raised his hand and accepted the paper bag.
“I have no money at the moment, but I will pay you back when I do.”
Jason never accepted charity without cause.
“If you see the girl in the photo,”
“She’s my sister and has been missing for three days now, and I am very worried about her.”
The pastry chef said, pulling out a photograph.
There were two people in the photograph, standing closely together, smiling at the camera.
One was the pastry chef herself, and the other was a girl a bit younger than her. Their facial features were alike, it was clear they were sisters, and the lady hadn’t lied.
said the pastry chef as she handed a piece of paper with an address and a contact number to Jason and moved on to another person, continuing a similar conversation as she had with Jason.
At the same time, she handed out another small package of pastries and a piece of paper.
Without a doubt, the piece of paper with the address and contact number Jason held was not the first, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Under Jason’s watchful eye a moment ago, the female pastry chef had given this piece of paper to quite a few people.
Was she not cautious enough due to her extreme urgency and worry?
Jason watched her retreat and thought silently.
Then he found a sheltered spot and opened the paper bag.