The Demon's Menu-Chapter 962: Eating Raw is Not Good, So...

Hui Lijing was driving the car.

She knew where Tongshou Temple was.

Jason, knowing nothing about the surroundings, did not refuse the offer to ride together.

Jason also didn’t refuse when she offered to drive.

Jason sat in the back row, leaning toward the driver’s position.

Not only because the back row was spacious, but also because in the whole car, apart from the driver’s seat, the spot behind the driver was the safest.

In fact, in some ways, this position was the safest.

Because the driver needs to pay attention to the road conditions.

And from here, one could observe any sudden accidents at any time.

So, Jason preferred this spot.

At this moment, Jason’s brows furrowed.

In his perception, which surpassed that of a normal person by 8 times, many strange scents began to emerge.

Some were like ’food’, and some were not.

It was very blurry.

As if he could smell sausages, knuckles, and sauce meat, but it was like smelling them through a cured meat cabinet, not at all clear.

What happened?

Was it because of the change in time?

Or because of the arrangements by that mastermind behind the scenes?

Jason pondered, his hand already on his backpack.

He became somewhat impatient.

Meanwhile, Hui Lijing, who was driving, had not noticed these things; this dream-aspiring barista turned qualified mercenary detective was currently focused on driving, and began to speak to Jason: "Jason, how should we arrange things later?"

Arrange?

What arrangement?

Jason looked puzzled towards the rear-view mirror.

At this moment, Hui Lijing was also looking at it.

Their eyes met, and Hui Lijing smiled.

"I’m good at assault, I need a firepower support."

"Of course, I can also provide sniper support."

"What are you good at, Jason?"

Hui Lijing asked.

"Eating!"

Jason said quite seriously.

Eating?

Hearing this answer, Hui Lijing nearly drove the car into a ditch, gripping the steering wheel tightly to avoid an accident. She looked at Jason through the rear-view mirror with annoyance.

"Stop joking around!"

"I’m serious!"

Hui Lijing said.

"You’re the one who joked first."

Jason leaned back in the car seat, slowly speaking.

It has to be said, the car’s seat was quite nice, very soft and comfortable, and there was plenty of space; even for someone of Jason’s build, it was enough.

"When did I joke?"

"What’s wrong with a detective being good at assault and sniping?"

"Is it because I’m not a qualified firepower hand?"

Hui Lijing asked indignantly.

You call this a detective?

Jason rolled his eyes.

What kind of detective is good at assault and sniping, as if Hawaii would teach these skills.

Fake detectives, handguns are their limit.

Real detectives, stabbed by needles more than eight hundred times.

Ordinary detectives?

Naturally they use soccer.

Then what are you?

A tough guy, huh?

Hui Lijing Rambo Crystal?

Is your naturally curly hair your signature?

Did you forget to wear your red ribbon?

Although Hui Lijing didn’t know what Jason was thinking, his eye-roll moment let Hui Lijing feel Jason’s sarcasm. If she wasn’t driving, she would definitely argue with Jason about what a true detective should look like.

Of course, Hui Lijing didn’t say nothing.

However, when she opened her mouth to speak, she paused.

"Eh?"

"Where did this fog come from?"

"There was no heavy fog predicted in the weather forecast, right?"

Hui Lijing muttered puzzledly, then instinctively slowed down the car.

But the fog was too thick.

Shortly after, Hui Lijing’s visibility was reduced to just a few meters ahead, and she had to turn on the high beams.

Then, her brows furrowed.

Almost subconsciously, she pulled out the gun hidden under the seat.

Although it was somewhat rash, Hui Lijing still sensed something was off.

"Jason... huh?!"

Hui Lijing was about to ask Jason a question, but when she began to speak, the detective realized something was amiss.

Jason was gone!

The Jason who had just been sitting in the back row was now nowhere to be seen.

His backpack was still there.

And there was no sound of the car door opening.

How could Jason possibly disappear?

A sinking feeling grew inside Hui Lijing.

She looked towards the suddenly thick fog, and some rumors surfaced in her mind.

These rumors had always been circulating in the ’detective circle’.

They said... monsters!

In places beyond the reach of ordinary people, monsters do exist.

Ghosts, Evil Spirits likewise.

They mingle among the crowds.

Undifferentiated from humans and ghosts.

Commiting wrongdoings at will.

Many unsolved cases are their doing.

Regarding such rumors, Hui Lijing was always half-believing, half-doubting.

Perhaps as a woman, she was naturally curious about these rumors, combined with her sentimentality.

Otherwise, Hui Lijing wouldn’t have asked for Jason’s help after Hui Lixiang’s disappearance.

And now?

She gripped the gun tightly in one hand.

Her other hand reached into the pocket on the left side.

There, a bag of salt and a head of garlic lay.

She pinched some salt with her palm, rolled down the window, and scattered it outside.

Get out of the car at a time like this?

Even for someone as impulsive as Hui Lijing, it was not something she would do.

The salt was scattered into the fog.

Falling without a sound.

The churning fog directly devoured the salt, and moreover, the fog continued to spread into the car. Hui Lijing promptly rolled up the window, looking outside with tense expression.

But other than the thick fog that one could not see through, nothing else was there.

Looking in all directions from the window, Hui Lijing saw only fog everywhere.

"Should I throw out some garlic to see if it works?"

Hui Lijing thought to herself.

Just as she was about to give it a try, a voice rang out from the thick fog outside the car—

"Hui Lijing!"