American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 145 Jack Del
Looking at Andy's lost eyes and the forced smile on his face, Roy knew that he had met a real bootlicker.

Maybe this guy has been flattering Keller since his student days, and he ran out happily after receiving a phone call. As a result, Keller still calls him just a college classmate, and he is not even qualified to enter Keller's house.

Roy had only known Keller for a few months, but they were already good friends.

This is such a sad story!
Roy looked at Andy with sympathy. He didn't actually attack Keller, but because of the passive ability of the Desire Realm, Keller became much closer to him.

Keller herself may not have realized this, and other women also took it for granted.

"Hello, Mr. Andy Harrison."

Although the other party was a dog bootlicker, Roy did not discriminate against him. After all, he was a person who cared about animals.

"Mr. Black looks very young. Where is he working now?"

Is this an attempt to gather intelligence on competitors?
Roy smiled. He didn't want to compete with Andy. It was meaningless.

"I'm actually only in my senior year of high school and will be starting college in the second half of the year."

When Andy heard that Roy was so young, ten years younger than Keller, he thought that Roy was Keller's relative, and hope was immediately rekindled in his heart.

"I see! Mr. Black, is there anything you want to ask me?"

Roy didn't know why Andy's attitude suddenly changed, but it was a good thing that he was so cooperative, so he didn't think much about it.

"Well, I'm a loyal viewer of your late-night show 'Night Owl' and I'd like to get to know the host, Jack Derr, better yet, if I could meet him and take a photo with him. Is that possible?"

It would definitely not be a good idea to tell Andy directly that he was investigating Jack, so Roy decided to be roundabout and pretend to be a fanatical fan.

If Andy had any vested interest in Jack, he wouldn't have noticed anything was wrong.

"I see. But you're really unlucky. Jack has been on vacation since last week and won't be back until the end of the month."

From the sound of it, Andy seems to be quite familiar with Jack. I wonder if he wants to show off his connections in front of the goddess, or if he is really very familiar with Jack.

Roy deliberately showed a very disappointed expression on his face.

"But I watched Night Owl a few days ago!"

"Those were all recorded in advance. Jack actually went on a trip abroad last week. I don't know if he's in Bali or New Zealand right now."

Maybe they haven’t even left downtown Los Angeles?
We can ask Saltana to ask the customs to help check and confirm whether Jack has left the country.

"Can I know something about Jack's life? I'm really curious!"

"This……"

Andy hesitated. After all, he was talking about his colleague's privacy behind his back, and in an industry like television station which is considered entertainment, there were still some taboos in this regard.

Roy quietly nudged the dazed Keller with his elbow, and it was her turn to speak.

Keller came back to his senses and looked at it calmly.

"Andy, just tell Roy a little bit. He's just curious."

Now that the goddess has spoken, the dog will naturally start wagging its tail.

"Okay, then I'll tell you something about Jack, but you mustn't tell anyone!"

Generally speaking, content that ends with this sentence will definitely be spread.

Jack was just an ordinary screenwriter in a TV station at the beginning. He was not the kind of screenwriter who wrote TV scripts, but the kind of screenwriter who specialized in writing connecting lines for variety shows.

No matter what kind of show it is, including award shows like the Oscars, it requires dedicated screenwriters to write the interlude lines. Unless you expect those elementary school stars to write their own lines, it will definitely be a disaster.

So when the Hollywood Writers Guild went on strike, the Oscars ceremony was simply cancelled.

However, the salary for writing connecting lines is definitely not high. Such screenwriters are either new to the industry and will work as screenwriters for film and television dramas, or like Jack, they want to transform into hosts.

It was by chance that Jack first became an outdoor host, then began to climb up step by step, and finally became the host of a reality show.

Although the process of becoming a host was very smooth, Jack's journey in doing reality shows was not so smooth.

As Keller said before, Jack started out doing serious reality shows, the kind that criticize current social affairs.

Although the show received high praise from those who had watched it, the problem was that it was not entertaining enough, so the ratings remained just above the passing line, and the show was almost canceled several times.

But Jack kept going until something happened a year ago.

"Jack's dream was to make the show number one in the ratings in its time slot, but this dream seemed a bit far away for him until his wife was diagnosed with cancer last year."

Keller seemed to have mentioned this before, saying that the style of the show changed completely after Jack's wife passed away last year.

Roy noticed that Andy began to hesitate again, perhaps about to talk about something crucial, so he quickly nudged Keller again, asking him to give him a dog bone.

"Andy, why don't you continue?"

Since the goddess had spoken, Andy said it despite his hesitation.

"Jack suddenly did a special program, bringing his wife, who was suffering from cancer, on board to share her pity. That program successfully put him in the top ten of the ratings for the same time slot, and it seemed to have changed him."

Is he going on the show to play with the pity of his dying wife?

No wonder Andy didn't want to mention this matter. Even in Hollywood, which likes to take advantage of others' misfortunes, such things are rare.

When people eat the blood of others, they usually eat the blood of others, but this person eats directly from the people close to him...

Hearing this, Keller frowned.

"I watched that show, and from that episode on, I never watched another show hosted by Jack Derr again."

"And then, Mr. Anderson?"

"Later, Jack's wife passed away, and he completely changed his hosting style to become what he is today. The ratings for 'Night Owl' began to climb steadily, and now it's firmly in second place in its time slot, just one step away from the championship Jack longed for. By the way, Jack is preparing a special program recently, Mr. Black, you can look forward to it."

It sounds like a story about a young man who was originally full of dreams but gradually abandoned his bottom line after entering the TV station.

However, Roy has seen too many stories like this, whether in movies, TV shows, or literary works.

So after Roy sorted out his thoughts, he asked another question.

"What hobbies does Jack have?"

Andy thought about it.

"Jack doesn't seem to have any particular hobbies. He's just a workaholic. He never feels tired as long as he has work. I found it quite strange that he suddenly wanted to take a month off this time."

Roy raised his eyebrows.

"Mr. Harrison, is there really nothing at all?"

Keller took the initiative to speak up for Roy this time.

"Andy, I'm actually a little curious too."

The goddess spoke, and Andy had to rack his brains to come up with something.

"Jack seems to like smoking cigars and drinking red wine, but this is probably a common hobby in the circle. Other than that, I heard that Jack's beliefs are rather strange!"

When he said this, Andy lowered his voice, fearing that people around him would hear him.

After all, Christianity is still the mainstream religion in America. If one has problems with his or her beliefs, he or she will easily be rejected by the public, especially public figures.

Wasn't Tom Cruise blackmailed by the mainstream media for years because he was exposed as a Scientologist? Of course, 20 years later, things were different. Capitol Hill even changed the Bible.

Roy's eyes flashed, it seemed that there was indeed something wrong with this Jack.

"Mr. Harrison, could you please tell me what religious sect Jack belongs to?"

Andy looked at Roy strangely, not understanding why he asked this.

"I don't know. I only know that Jack's faith is quite mysterious and he holds gatherings almost every month."

Roy looked at Andy's expression and saw that he didn't seem to be lying. It seemed that he really didn't know.

At this point, Roy had nothing more to ask, so he stood up and shook hands with Andy.

"Mr. Harrison, thank you very much for clarifying my doubts."

Andy's attitude was extremely enthusiastic.

"You're welcome, Mr. Black! I'll contact Keller when Jack returns from vacation. How about I help you meet with Jack then?"

This bootlicker has a really strong subjective initiative. Andy's suggestion is exactly what Roy wants.

"Then it's up to you!"

Andy then looked at Keller, as if wanting to see his reaction, but Keller was turning his head to look at Roy.

"Keller, Keller, how about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

It was almost five o'clock, so it wasn't too strange for Andy to invite Keller to dinner.

But Keller refused outright.

"No, I'm having dinner with my friends tonight, right Roy?"

Roy felt a little embarrassed, after all, he had just asked Andy for help, but since Keller said so, he didn't want to embarrass the other party.

So, with Andy's disappointed look on their faces, Roy and the others got up and left the cafe.

Outside the cafe, Roy poked Keller's arm with his finger.

"Keller, are you really going to have dinner with us today?"

Keller's face flushed slightly.

"Why, can't it?"

"I don't care. I just feel sorry for that guy."

"Don't worry about him! Meili, drive us to the nearest supermarket. I want to buy some ingredients and make a big meal for you tonight!"

Keller is actually serious about this, but her body probably can't cook a big meal. She might be instructing Molly on how to cook.

Back at Keller's apartment, the female reporter actually took Molly into the kitchen, and Mary also went over to help.

Mary, who has the potential to be a good wife and mother, is very interested in cooking and usually tries to cook for herself when she is in the dormitory.

Roy and Saltana were fine. They sat on the sofa in the living room. Saltana kept checking Roy's body, as if trying to find out where he was injured.

"Roy, you don't have any wounds on your body. Where did you get hurt?"

Saltana didn't suspect Roy of faking injury, as she knew he wasn't that kind of person, but she was indeed curious.

"It's my internal organs."

Roy briefly explained the process of his battle with the Slender Man, and basically explained everything except the system and inventory.

"It's so dangerous, can it directly damage the internal organs?"

Saltana was very shocked. The weirdness of this enemy was even greater than that of a demon, which was difficult for her, an FEA agent, to understand.

"Yes, Sister Saltana! If you encounter incomprehensible supernatural creatures like the Slender Man or the Yellow Clown in the future, be careful and stay away from them!"

Feeling Roy's concern, Saltana was very touched and leaned on Roy's shoulder.

"Roy, you should be more careful next time!"

Roy should really be more careful.

After arriving in Los Angeles, Roy was so successful that he beat up all the enemies he met. The only one who was not beaten up, the clown in yellow, ran away on his own initiative.

This made Roy's self-confidence swell a little, so he went to find the Slender Man without being fully prepared.

Next, Roy decided to be more cautious and make sure to investigate thoroughly before taking any action.

An hour later, the three people in the kitchen brought out the prepared food.

A plate of perfectly colored roast chicken, a large bowl of beef stewed in Burgundy red wine and Italian seafood soup, and some vegetable salad as garnish, this dinner was indeed a sumptuous one.

Just looking at the appearance of these dishes, they can be served in a Michelin restaurant.

Roy was a little surprised at Keller's craftsmanship.

"Keller, did you do all this?"

Keller smiled and shook his head.

"The roast chicken and vegetable salad are Mary's creations. I instructed Molly to make the other two dishes. How are they? Pretty good, right?"

"It's really good! Meili, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good!"

Roy's appetite was aroused by what he saw. Although he had not eaten until two o'clock in the afternoon, he became hungry very quickly due to his injury. Now he was a little hungry again.

Mary was very shy when she was praised for her cooking skills.

"Senior Keller is really amazing. She taught me a lot of cooking tips, which is why I can make such a delicious roast chicken."

It seems that the female reporter's cooking skills are indeed extraordinary.

Saltana clapped her hands.

"Alright, alright, stop with the business bragging! Let's get started!"

In fact, Saltana had been unable to hold back for a long time. She had been very busy recently and basically ate Western fast food.

Now the table is full of delicious food tempting Saltana, how can she resist!
"Saltana is right, let's start eating quickly! Otherwise the food will get cold!"

The five of them sat down and started chatting while eating.

Keller, Mary and Molly didn't eat much, so they put down their utensils after eating for a few minutes.

Due to the nature of her job, Saltana eats much more than the average woman, but compared to Roy, her appetite seems small.

The food Keller prepared was enough to feed ten adults, but Roy ate it all, which shocked Mary and the others who didn't know Roy.

"Roy, are you full?"

"I'm about eight-tenths full. Keller, I have something to ask of you."

(End of this chapter)