Who would enjoy a life under surveillance?
No one.
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."
"But the aroma..."
"Still hit my nose strongly."
"Reminder: After a cold appetizer, what comes next is hot, it's a bit scalding"
...
Then, a checkmark appeared behind the appetizer "Fried Meat Crispy Rolls."
A note subsequently appeared—
