Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 68 The Killing Intent Being Used

The decoration of the Fantasy restaurant is not very high-end, but it does not give people the feeling of a Japanese style, which seems to be a bit stubborn here.

Just like, he will improve the French food to be more in line with the tastes of the locals.

Because a classic is a classic, if it is changed, it loses its original flavor.

"I didn't expect to eat such a classic French meal in Tokyo. Do you make all the sauces?"

"Yes. I studied in a restaurant in Paris, and I made it according to the recipe there, without adjusting it to suit Japanese tastes."

"Presumably, it was carried out in a well-known old restaurant?"

"No." Sawai laughed, "It's just an ordinary small restaurant in Paris."

"Five years ago, I met a person there. He said that the dishes I cook are delicious, and I hope to have the opportunity to taste them in Tokyo."

"At that time, he was learning how to make cakes at a nearby pastry school, and he told me, 'Facing what you love, whether it's cakes or dishes, you must stick to its own taste instead of changing it easily'."

This sentence had a profound impact on Sawai.

So much so that when he returned to Tokyo, he still handled it according to the way he cooked at that time.

It retains the most authentic French flavor, and there is no such thing as a "four unlikenesses".

It's just that those who really understand are a minority.

What they care more about is the environment and atmosphere, and whether they can make themselves appear more stylish.

"I see."

Qinghai Chuantang knew it well, "As a cook, I naturally have respect for the taste of food. If someone denies the taste of this dish, what would you do?"

She looked at him with a faint smile on her face.

Sawai was silent for a long time.

It seems to be hesitating, and it seems to be thinking about something.

"I will kill him."

In the end, Sawai gave his answer.

"Like stuffing his mouth with homemade bread"

On the food review website, although there are low-star negative reviews about Fantasy restaurant, the lowest one star is a person named "Gourmet Daji".

And this restaurant is not ranked high on the gourmet website, it is at the bottom of its category.

Although I don't know how much the low-star rating played a role, but the fact that only Qinghai Chuantang and Amuro Toru exist during the time period that is most suitable for dating at night is enough to explain the problem.

After leaving the Fantasy restaurant, the two walked down the street.

When passing by a narrow alley, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly called out to him.

"Hey, here's your gift."

A small dark blue square box with golden patterns on the edges as decoration.

"what is this?"

Toru Amuro said curiously, and opened the box to find out.

I saw a ring stuck on the base inside the box.

And the style just so happens not to be a woman's style.

Qinghai Chuantang felt a little surprised, or the word "obsessed" would be more appropriate.

Wasn't it the box that contained the five-leaf clover that I took at the time?
He chuckled, "Are you proposing to me?"

"If," Qinghai Chuantang chose to go with the flow, his expression became serious, "What do I say?"

Amuro looked at the other party, trying to find a trace of lying on her face.

After all, for people with "convicted records", it is fatal to believe her words too much.

But I have to say that when he heard it, his heart was really moved.

But the other party's expression was too serious, and there was vague expectation in it.

Seeing that the other party did not answer for a long time, Qinghai Chuantang smiled and said, "Every time I count, if you don't answer, I will unbutton one of your clothes."

"1"

The first button was undone.

"2"

The last button was undone.

Qinghai Chuantang was a little annoyed, buried his head in his chest, and then stretched out his arms to hug him.

Some sullenly said: "If you don't agree, just pretend I didn't say it, and I won't be angry or anything."

Compared to a straightforward rejection, silence is the most uncomfortable.

Amuro smiled, and reached out to touch her head.

"Don't touch it. It's easy to grow short." She whispered, seeming a little unhappy, but she didn't reach out to stop him.

A child with a height of 165cm has always been worried about his failure to grow to 170cm, and attributes the reason to his dislike of drinking milk when he was a child.

Although when I grew up, I suddenly became fond of drinking milk.

But this height is like pressing the pause button, and it stops.

"It's not that I don't want to promise you."

The tone of his speech was so serious that Qinghai Chuantang had to fall into some kind of conjecture.

Usually such words are followed by "but" and "but", as a turning point.

Often in such sentences, the previous words are not important, as long as you listen to the last one.

Because what you really want to say is often hidden at the end.

The previous ones are just foreshadowing.

"It is precisely because I want to promise you that I have to think too much."

This is her unexpected answer.

Qinghai Chuantang looked up at him, and he happened to be looking at himself.

"I will always be with you."

She said softly, resting her head on his chest, and then drew her arms tighter.

Why does this waist feel thinner than mine?
In order to verify her conjecture, she stretched out her hand and squeezed it lightly, then commented in her heart: It feels good.

"What are you going to do?"

Toru Amuro's reaction seemed to be a little off, and he couldn't help laughing and said, "Tang, stop playing."

Some people have no reaction to tickling, while others are surprisingly sensitive.

Qinghai Chuantang said solemnly: "I'm keeping warm!"

This reason is not enough to convince the other party.

"For heating, what about this? Still." Toru Amuro couldn't continue, and cursed in a low voice: "'Beast'."

Qinghai Chuantang didn't feel annoyed, but rather happy.

She tiptoed slightly, and then put her hands on his cheeks, but felt the scorching heat.

The corner of the mouth raised slightly, and said: "There are more 'beasts', do you want to see them?"

After speaking, she slowly approached him.

Getting closer and closer.
Amuro couldn't help closing his eyes.

But the expected result did not come.

The temperature also suddenly disappeared.

"As a gentleman, how could I do such a thing in broad daylight?"

Qinghai Chuantang said with a smile: "It's getting late, let's go home quickly."

At this time, 21:12.

The next day, Qinghai Chuantang approached the clerk who was one of the witnesses and wanted to ask her some information.

"At two o'clock every day, I would go to deliver fresh vegetables to that restaurant. I went to the restaurant as usual that day, only to see a customer fall to the ground."

"I asked about the situation at the time. The chef said that the other party accidentally choked while eating bread. The chef has been feeding water to the guest, but it doesn't seem to have any effect."

"Did the chef feed the water himself?"

The clerk nodded, and then said: "The man was in a panic and hit the chef's hand, knocking out the wine glasses filled with water."

"And then it broke?"

"Ah?" The clerk was a little surprised, then shook his head, and said with a smile: "Although it fell off, it didn't break. The quality is really unexpected."

That's not a quality issue at all.
After saying thanks, Qinghai Chuantang left the vegetable shop.

This reminded her of a prop, something very useful for spoofing: fake beer mugs.

From the perspective of a bystander, it does appear to contain liquid.

In fact, it can't be spilled at all, and while shaped like glass, it's made of plastic.

In this way, it becomes a good explanation why the glass is not broken when it falls on the ground.

Today is the perfect day for garbage collection.

I struggled a little in my heart, and finally stretched out my sinful hands before the recovery car came, and took it away.

"Think of my famous name, Qinghai Chuantang I. I didn't expect that now, I would be reduced to digging through trash."

Looking up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but sigh.

It would have been nice if curiosity hadn't been so strong at the time.

She will not choose to give up until the puzzle is solved, or the question is not answered.

It's not because of obsessive-compulsive disorder or anything, it's just that people should start and end when doing things.

"No, no? Paper bag?"

Qinghai Chuantang opened the paper bag and saw some glass shards inside.

"Glass shards belong to non-burnable garbage. There must be something strange about putting them together with combustible kitchen waste."

With that said, Qinghai Chuantang looked at Pikachu beside him, "Yuanfang, what do you think?"

However, it was just a doll and could not answer her questions.

Picking out the glass shards carefully is like looking for the only faint light in the dark.

"found it."

Finally, Kung Fu pays off.

At night, Sawai stood on the roof of the building with his hands on the railing, looking at the neon lights in the distance.

Along with the clearer footsteps, a voice sounded.

"So you are here."

Zei turned around and looked at the visitor, "It's so late, what's your business?"

"As a reward for being able to taste the classic French cuisine, I specially brought red wine."

As he spoke, Qinghai Chuantang took out a bottle of red wine from the paper bag, showed the front to the other party, and said with a smile, "Marsala."

"The wine with the most history in Italy. It's just that it's usually used as an aperitif, or as a dessert wine, and then it's used for cooking."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled after hearing this

"Cheap Marsala can only be used as 'cooking wine' of course."

"Although Marsala has faded out of international attention, if we go back to the 18th century, Marsala can definitely be said to be the top wine in the world."

"Of course, I don't mean to brag. After all, in the 18th century, it was popular in England, which is enough to explain the status of this wine."

After speaking, Qinghai Chuantang put the bag on the small wooden table beside him, and opened the red wine with a corkscrew.

"Who exactly are you?"

He seemed a little curious.

"At least, I'm not a policeman. If I had to say it, I would be a food lover who was conquered by your cooking."

Qinghai Chuantang picked up the wine glass and handed it to the other party.

Smiling: "Please."

The moment the other party reached out and was about to touch the wine glass.

Qinghai Chuantang suddenly let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground.

The cup bounced on the ground a few times, but it didn't shatter.

Even the liquid inside did not flow out.

But there was no surprised expression on the other party's face, nor even any doubts that ordinary people should have.

As if expected.

"If you react like this, I will look a little silly."

Qinghai Chuantang laughed a bit, and then took out a fragment from the paper bag.

Unlike ordinary shards, it is double layered with a small gap in the middle separating the two.

"I've read his historical reviews, and they're all critical of the restaurant."

"From the previous photos, in expensive restaurants, he always ordered a single product, but the latest photo is a bit surprising, it is a set meal."

"The plate with lace decoration is what you use to distinguish him from other diners, so after discovering the uploader of that photo, I immediately private messaged him."

"Apologize for not providing a meal that suits the other party's taste. Then invite him to come at noon, of course it is free. After that, find an excuse to send the attendant away, such as helping with errands or something."

Binding him with a tablecloth, he stuffed the bread roughly into his mouth.

"To be honest, killing someone for such a trivial matter seems quite unnecessary."

Qinghai Chuantang stared at him and asked, "So I'm curious, who is that person who used your killing intent? Is it the same person as you mentioned earlier?"

Thanks to food review sites.

His restaurants are getting lower rankings and fewer customers.

Next month's rent, as well as the waiter's salary, became a problem.

"I don't know who he is. I just feel that he seems to be a person who doesn't care about death."

Sawai turned around and leaned on the railing, looking at the iron tower in the distance.

"He only said that his name is 'Aoi'."

After speaking, he fumbled in his pocket and found a pack of cigarettes.

"It's a pity that a good chef like you succumbed to such boring malice."

Qinghai Chuantang sighed lightly, and then continued: "Although in the end, I may not be able to convict because of insufficient evidence, but I will still inform the police of the result."

"It's wrong to kill people, although what that person did was really annoying."

This does not constitute his right to deprive the other party of his life.

If everyone makes such a big mess and vents their emotions wantonly because of such a trivial matter, then what is the need for the law?How to talk about order?

She is not a policeman, and she has no right or obligation to catch the prisoner, and she can even choose to keep the matter secret.

But she didn't want to do it.

"So you are a messenger of justice?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"I'm not an envoy of justice, nor a partner of justice. If it were anyone else, I would do the same. What's more, your reasons are not enough to impress me."

It's like killing the chef because the food is not to your liking today.

　Just like those bad reviews on the takeaway software... If it's all like this, it can only be declared cool...

　　In the end, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not...

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