The Demon’s Menu
Chapter 1047: Just the Third Day! (2)

I changed someone’s fate?

Or did I hide it?

It seems closely related to me!

The magic mirror immediately came to its senses.

It was pondering.

But...

Why don’t I have this memory?

Was it erased?

Without any hesitation, the magic mirror immediately erased its discomfort and the current speculation, just as it had just appeared.

Witch Emily asked curiously.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about what it would be like to use silk to wipe the mirror next time?"

The magic mirror answered like this.

This was its genuine thought, ever since it had been wiped with deerskin, this is what it had been thinking.

"Okay, we’ll use silk next time."

Witch Emily smiled and nodded with a doting look in her eyes.

Every girl has a dream of having a pet.

Some of the sisters around her had black cats, some had owls, and others had snakes or crocodiles and so on.

But Emily found them a bit troublesome.

Every pet requires cleaning up their feces.

For Emily, who was slightly obsessive about cleanliness, this was unbearable.

Not until the magic mirror appeared.

It was smarter than an ordinary pet, and it had no need to excrete.

More importantly, it was an errand from the elder sister.

It was killing two birds with one stone.

Cleaning the mirror surface every day was as delightful as petting a cat or a dog.

The magic mirror, completely unaware of becoming a pet in the eyes of a witch, hummed again.

I am a happy salted fish mirror~

Happy salted fish mirror~

La la la~

The happiness of the magic mirror came from within.

Even if it knew it was treated as a pet, it didn’t mind at all.

Because the thing with memory erasure, once it happens, it could happen countless times.

Just keep erasing it.

What more?

To the magic mirror, that wasn’t so important.

It simply wished for happiness.

Just like Jason facing food.

The morning at Tongshou Temple, Jason came out of the side room, stretched in the sun, and then walked to a corner of the courtyard.

There was a wooden table.

Master Tongshou Temple, Hui Lijing, and He Tai were sitting around the table.

"Hurry up, or breakfast will get cold."

The female detective waved at Jason.

"Hmm."

Jason walked over quickly.

There was soy milk, buns, fried dough sticks, and wontons on the table, and so on.

"To think that Tongshou Town’s breakfast places are so limited, there’s only one, and not much variety. If I knew, I should have brought my kitchenware to cook by myself."

While pouring soy milk for Jason, the female detective complained as if she were an old grandmother.

"Because Tongshou Town is close to the ’Gourmet No.1’ street, there’s a wider variety of food there, so except for the longstanding shops here, basically, there’s nothing else."

Monk Zhang from Tongshou Temple explained.

"That place is still sealed off due to the murder case; it’s unlikely to reopen anytime soon."

"Jason, do you know why the organizer of the ’Big Eater’ competition was murdered?"

Asking this, the female detective looked mysteriously at Jason.

The soy milk is good, thick and rich.

Most importantly, it’s sweet.

Meat buns are indeed delicious.

Thin skin, big filling, and plenty of soup.

The fried dough sticks are nice and crispy.

The wontons are just so-so, maybe they clash with the buns?

Completely immersed in his breakfast, Jason paid no attention to the detective’s words.

Not only during meals, but even in normal times, Jason also ignored this kind of half-spoken hints.

Because whatever the other person wants to say, they will end up saying it.

If they don’t want to speak?

The more you ask, the more the other person doesn’t want to talk, and they would annoyingly show an offensive smugness.

At that moment, you must not hit her.

If you do, the person will become even more smug.

What you should do is ignore her.

Then she’ll start to get anxious.

In fact, that’s exactly what happened.

Waiting for Jason to ask further, the female detective saw Jason simply continuing his breakfast, and she became a bit anxious.

"Aren’t you curious at all?"

The female detective pressed on.

Jason picked up another meat bun.

Completely unresponsive.

Now the female detective really couldn’t sit still.

"It’s those ’Big Eaters’ who had participated in the competition but never won! They pooled money together to hire a hitman to kill the organizer.

"They said that he had tarnished their career."

The female detective spoke and then looked at Jason.

Seeing Jason’s calm face, she couldn’t help but ask, "Jason, did you guess it already?"

"Hmm."

Jason nodded.

It wasn’t a baseless claim.

Jason truly had guessed.

Who would have killed a ’Big Eater’ competition organizer?

The first ones to suspect are those defeated big eaters.

Especially after their reputation and finances were damaged due to failing, it was even more certain.

Direct benefits are always the quickest to cause disputes.

"You could guess that."

"But you definitely can’t guess the next news!"

The female detective said with a smile.

Hui Lijing might be a low-profile detective, but she learned all those annoying detective quirks perfectly: teasing, making others guess, creating mystique, enjoying asking questions, and so on.

At this moment, looking at Jason who had picked up another bowl of soy milk, Hui Lijing grinned and raised a finger.

"Do you want a hint?"

"Is it..."

"The prize money for the ’Cursed Video Tape’, right?"

Hui Lijing hadn’t finished speaking when Jason interrupted her.