The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 648: Chapter 57: The Choice of Continuation

Suburbs, safe house.

John, Brian, and McCaul sat on the sofa waiting for Jason.

The furnishing of the safe house’s sofa was similar to a 3A apartment, both arranged around a coffee table.

Differently, the coffee table in the 3A apartment was round, while here, to match the long couch, they placed an elongated coffee table, with independent couches at both ends, facing the long couch was a fireplace.

Since the weather hadn’t entered winter, there was no fire lit, just iron fences surrounding it.

Next to the fireplace was a wooden cabinet, categorically arranged with ceramic teapots, glass coffee pots, plain white porcelain cups, plates, and so on.

Brian, holding a hot coffee and two cups, poured coffee for John and McCaul.

About 10 minutes earlier, Jason had called to say he had something to discuss with them, without any hesitation, John and McCaul immediately put down their ‘work’ and rushed back here.

As the eldest among the four, he was always responsible for staying behind.

Although the ‘safe house’ had a high level of defense, it was impossible without someone on guard.

Kemi and Telly?

The two girls’ self-protection abilities weren’t as strong as Daisy’s.

At the very least, Daisy could stand on all fours and had sharp teeth, and when she growled, ordinary people didn’t dare approach.

"How are you and Kemi doing?”

In the midst of waiting, McCaul turned to look at Brian.

"Not bad.”

"At least Kemi is willing to communicate with me now.”

"She even made lunch for me today.”

Brian’s face was full of a contented smile of an elderly father.

"How about Telly?”

McCaul asked another question.

Concerning the friend he had rescued, McCaul was quite attentive, and if not for frequent accidents, he would have already sent her to the predetermined destination.

That place was once considered by him to be safer.

Unfortunately, now there was no place safer than here.

"Not bad.”

"She and Kemi became friends, both of them are always together, with lots of talking and laughing, they get along very well.”

Brian replied.

"That’s a relief.”

McCaul sighed in relief.

What he worried about the most was that Telly would become withdrawn because of past events, but now with Kemi, the worst hadn’t happened, which truly allowed the detective to put his mind at ease. 𝖗άƝ𝙤ВÊs̈

McCaul, with similar experiences, knew all too well what would happen if a person shut themselves away.

But with friends, it’s an exception.

While Brian and McCaul whispered to each other, nearby John was stroking Daisy’s head. Daisy, being a bulldog, looked intimidating, yet had a clinginess that most people couldn’t imagine, rubbing against John’s palm with her head, and occasionally flipping her belly to be petted by John. When her belly was scratched a few times, she even rolled over to nuzzle John’s legs.

A smile gradually emerged on John’s usually impassive face.

The gloomy atmosphere dissipated.

He occasionally interjected into Brian and McCaul’s conversation.

"My source will provide us with a batch of effective weapons in a week.”

"But if we want full automation, we need to program it ourselves,” John said.

"Leave it to me,” McCaul laughed, “I’m good at this.” Then, the detective spoke in a hushed, mysterious tone, “Many people have been asking me about the Mystical Side; they want to confirm if what happened last night was real or someone’s plotting—these days are truly frightening! Even the things seen with one’s own eyes have become unbelievable!”

"That’s not surprising. In the past while, there have been quite a few guys who have used ‘what they saw with their own eyes’ to plot their schemes, initially making a good profit, but in the end… it was kind of gruesome to witness.”

Brian, as if recalling something, mentioned it like a funny story.

"Are you talking about that incident where the four men were left with only ‘knuckles’?”

McCaul reminisced a bit, as if he remembered.

"Yes, that one.”

"Northern District, the unfinished building, the explosion.”

Brian prompted McCaul, who then fully remembered.

"Right! That’s the one! That was a pretty professional hit, not to mention leaving no clues, the guys behind those four got wiped out too—my source has a bounty of 100,000 on that guy.”

McCaul exclaimed.

John, who had been stroking Daisy, looked up.

"I did it,” he said flatly.

"What?!” McCaul, in the midst of his exclamation, was like someone choked, eyes wide staring at John.

Brian was also stunned.

However, afterward, the two nodded to each other as if by agreement.

"I should have thought of it, in Cherry City the professionals are just a few of us. I didn’t do it, and neither did Brian, so it must have been you.”

McCaul even slapped his forehead.

Brian and McCaul did not ask why John did it.

Just by seeing John petting the dog, they could approximately guess.

After all, they were gathered together for various reasons.

Time passed by, minute by minute.@@novelbin@@

Two minutes from the agreed time, the door lock turned, and Jason pushed the door and entered.

Jason always had a good sense of time.

After hanging his thin coat on the rack at the entrance and changing into slippers, Jason walked straight towards the three men.

"Something to drink?”