I'm Not a Detective

After Nanahara Takeshi read all the information on Kameda Atsushi's case, he photocopied a copy of Kameda Atsushi's "Secret Notebook", and then left the Hirano Police Station with Qingmi Ruri, took a taxi and went straight to Furuya Park to prepare. They took advantage of the rest of the day to do some on-the-spot investigation, and Furuya Park was not far from the police station, so it didn't take long for them to arrive.

This is an urban promenade park with winding paths and a large number of trees planted along the road for people to enjoy cherry blossoms in spring, lotus in summer, red leaves in autumn and plum blossoms in winter. Since you can enjoy lotuses, there is naturally a shallow lake here, and there is a small river upstream of the small lake. The case occurred on the riverside in the upper part of the park. The river was artificially diverted here and bypassed a small mound before closing again. , on the left side of the mound are the fishing guys, and on the right side is the place where Aiura Harimitsu and Kameda Atsushi had a quarrel and a fight.

Takeshi Nanabahara first looked at the place where Kameda Atsushi was killed. However, it had been six days since the murder, and the traces had been almost destroyed by the wind and sun. It was impossible to find anything without professional equipment. Then he looked at fishing. The direction in which the guys were fishing was consistent with the records in the case file. The straight line distance between the two sides was not far, but there were small hills and trees separating them, making them invisible to each other.

Then, he turned his attention to the river, picked up a pebble and threw it into the water, making a splash.

The river is not deep either. The water source comes from the melted snow high in the mountains near Hirano. In addition, the river is artificially constructed, so the water quality is very clear. He can see how the stones he throws sink to the bottom.

"Do you suspect there is something wrong with the case?" Qingmi Ruri asked him curiously, holding the glove box, "Do you think Kameda Atsushi committed suicide and threw the murder weapon into the river?"

"Yes, I was somewhat skeptical before. After all, with modern technology, it is not difficult to fake the sound, but it seems impossible at present. The river is too clear and not deep. Throwing a knife in is quite conspicuous. No matter how careless the police are, it is impossible. I can’t see it.” Takeshi Nanabahara looked at the river for a while, then turned around and took her towards the lower reaches of the river, and soon came to the water filtering buffer dam in front of the small lake - to prevent the river water from rushing into the lake during the summer flood season and destroying precious ornamental plants. The low buffer dam built can also block floating debris upstream on a daily basis.

He stared at the low water filtering buffer dam carefully for a long time on the shore, especially the several filters at the daily water crossing. However, except for some dead branches and leaves, he did not find any suspicious objects or the murder weapon. It is also difficult to establish if it is tied to a floating object and floated downstream.

At present, it seems that except for the client's dream, there is no connection between the two in this case, and there is no doubt in itself.

Qingmi Ruri watched with him for a while and said with certainty: "It must not have been suicide, otherwise Kameda-san would be too stupid. Even if he had a grudge against Aiura Jimitsu and wanted to take revenge on him, he already had the courage to commit suicide. He stabbed him in a sneak attack. Wouldn't it be more straightforward to kill him? Why go around in such a big circle? If something goes wrong in the frame-up process and you die instead of frame-up successfully, you won't be laughed to death."

Takeshi Nanahara admitted that what she said made sense, nodded and said: "Our mission is to find the connection between the murder of Kameda Atsushi and the old lady Tomie. This is the place where Kameda died. It is the starting point of our investigation. Let's eliminate the problems first. It’s always right.”

Qingmi Ruri also nodded, but hesitated and asked, "Could it be that it actually has nothing to do with Kameda-san, but is instead caused by Aiura Jimitsu?"

"I don't know, but Kameda Atsushi is dead. The surrounding environment is most prone to accidents. It will be troublesome to clean up all the relics. Let's check with him first." After finishing speaking, Takeshi Nanahara looked at the sky. The sunset had already set. The sky started to get dark, so he turned around and left, sighing again, "I really didn't charge enough, but I'm hungry. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's go home and eat first!"

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At around six o'clock in the evening, Qingjian Liuli entered Takeshi Nanabahara's house with a glove box in her arms. She had just washed her hands and was about to start working. Suddenly she remembered something, turned around and put on her shoes again and ran home. After a while, she came back carrying two legs of lamb. After handing it to Takeshi Nanahara, he said happily: "I almost forgot, my mother gave this to you."

Takeshi Nanabahara took out a large box of shrimps from his large refrigerator. He was wondering whether to eat them stewed in oil or shrimp balls. Hearing this, he put the shrimps back. He took the leg of lamb and looked at it carefully. He found the quality. It's quite high, and it's kept fresh and stored quite well. It's definitely a high-quality leg of lamb. For a moment, even the previous depression disappeared a lot, and he smiled and said, "My mother is really nice."

Qingjian Liuli was also very happy when her mother was praised, and hummed: "She is a very nice person. She told me yesterday that I can't always eat your food, so I gave you two legs of lamb."

"Then let's eat mutton today." Takeshi Nanahara weighed the mutton legs and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Two mutton front legs, with some ingot meat, you can eat ice-cooked mutton."

Qing Jian Liuli immediately asked out of curiosity: "What is ice-cooked sheep?"

"It's low-temperature slow-cooked lamb. It has less odor and less foam, but the water quality and the lamb are good enough. These two lamb front legs are good, just suitable for eating ice-cooked lamb." Takeshi Nanabahara turned around and started to pick up the chopping board. Knife, smiled and said, "Here, I will teach you how to handle a leg of lamb today."

Qingjian Liuli still didn't understand how to cook mutton, but she tied up her piggy apron and began to observe the operation of Takeshi Nanabahara. However, she listened curiously and asked: "What is the difference between front legs and hind legs? Why do you I keep pushing the legs forward, aren’t they all legs of lamb?”

Takeshi Nanahara was still very patient when training the coolies. While washing the leg of the lamb, he explained casually: "Animals like sheep usually use their hind legs to use their hind legs when jumping, so the front legs are smaller than the hind legs. There will be a little more fat, and the meat will be more delicate, but the fat is very moderate compared to other parts of the sheep, so it is the essence of the sheep and is particularly delicious."

As he spoke, he pointed to the connection between the front end of the lamb leg and the waist cavity, and added, "This piece of meat in particular is the essence of the lamb. The meat is extremely delicate. It is commonly known as Yuanbao meat. It is most suitable for cooking. I want to come here. The leg of lamb should have been given by someone else, otherwise he wouldn't be so generous, with half of his waist still attached to the leg."

Qing Jian Liuli nodded and said suddenly: "It was indeed a gift from my father's friend. He probably has a ranch at home and killed it himself."

"Next time there is a rancher at home to entrust us with a commission, we can give you a 20% discount and make a friend." As he spoke, Takeshi Nanahara used his knife to cut the leg of lamb into small pieces. Cut it into slightly rolled slices and spread it on the frozen plate. Then he handed the knife to Qingmi Ruri and said with a smile, "Okay, let's try it instead. Just have another portion of the same amount. It's enough for us."

"Okay." Qingjian Liuli took the knife, tilted his head and looked at the half leg of mutton. He recalled Nanabaru Wu's actions just now. He raised the knife and chopped it straight to the bone. The expression on his face was a little small. Vicious.

Takenori Nanabahara opened the cupboard, rummaged around for a while, and took out a three-piece painted enamel copper hot pot set that looked quite old. He took the pot and lid to the faucet and cleaned it thoroughly. Then he opened the freezer and started pouring ice out. pieces, layer by layer, spread to the bottom of the hot pot.

He worked for a while, turned around and glanced at Qing Jian Liuli, picked up a spoon and hit her on the head, saying displeasedly: "Cut along the grain. Didn't I tell you just now? Cut along the flesh." Cut the white fat texture between the tendons and tear it off when it encounters the fleshy membrane. Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? It is cut so fast! Beginners should look carefully before cutting, don't develop bad habits!"

"I've already done what you said, why are you hitting people?" Qingjian Liuli turned around and said unhappy, "I'm working for you and listening to your words, but you can't be rude to me, otherwise you won't Blame me for fighting back.”

Takeshi Nanahara hit her with the spoon again without any courtesy and said with a smile: "You pig brain, do you know what you are learning? Just hang out with me for three years and then go back to a second-rate restaurant to be the treasure of your town." Enough, craftsmanship can be used for a lifetime, but now you are unhappy after being knocked on the head? You are a green fruit this summer, do you know how difficult it is for others to learn some skills? You are lucky enough to meet me, otherwise you If you change the kitchen at random, any chef who has the time to knock you will just tell you to get out of the way and replace him with someone else. You are so stupid, how dare you have a temper when you ask for such a good thing that no one else can ask for? "

You bastard, you scolded me again...

Qing Jian Liuli felt even more unhappy, but suddenly she remembered that she had watched a TV series before. In it, a little chef wanted to learn cooking skills, and he was always courteous when he had nothing to do. He had to kneel down and beg the chef for advice, but the chef was too lazy to pay attention to him. , he was made to squat in the kitchen every day washing potatoes and radishes. It took several years before he was finally willing to teach him, but he still ignored him. It was all thanks to the little helper's cleverness and secretly figuring out various techniques and recipes that he finally succeeded in learning.

Comparing the two, Takeshi Nanahara's attitude is much better. He is willing to demonstrate personally and give guidance. He is far better than the chef.

Then if you can learn something, it doesn't seem to matter if you get knocked twice.

She was speechless and turned back to cut the meat. Seeing that she had calmed down, Takeshi Nanabahara also explained to her how to observe the texture of the meat and how to cut it under certain circumstances to ensure the best taste. Don’t go back and cook it into a pot of minced broth.

Qing Jian Liuli also calmed down. She would rather be slow and observe carefully before cutting. However, her hands were not steady enough and her eyes were not accurate enough, so the cuts were still messy. However, Qing Yuanwu didn't say anything more. Sword skills require long-term practice. You can change it. It’s awkward for everyone when they first get started, but as long as the method is correct, it will gradually get better. At least three to five months will be enough to get started.

He took a second look and thought there was no problem. He turned around and prepared some simple side dishes and dipping sauces. He asked her to continue slowly slicing the meat. He walked away with the cut pieces of meat and went to the living room to set up the copper hot pot. Use Yinshuang charcoal, light a fire, arrange the mutton pieces on the ice and arrange them neatly - the chopped ones are placed on Qingjian Ruri's side, and the ones he chopped are placed on his side - then pour pure water and add seasonings and spices , add a little fresh milk, then cover the gorgeous painted enamel pot lid and start to simmer.

At this moment, Qingjian Liuli had also sliced ​​the mutton that had been cooked for the second time, put it on a frozen plate and brought it out. Then the curious duck sat at the small square table and watched Takeshi Nanahara mixing the dipping sauce, and then couldn't help it. Zhu opened the lid of the pot and took a look and said in surprise: "You are really using ice to cook the sheep. Why should you use ice to cook it? Can't you use water?"

"Of course you can use water, but the taste will be different." Takeshi Qiyuan mixed the dipping sauce according to her preference with Erba sauce, chive sauce, chopped sesame seeds, etc. and handed it to her, and said casually, "Low temperature will make the mutton firmer. Then let the mutton expand again as the ice melts and heats up. During this process, the mutton will passively absorb the soup. When it is cooked, the mutton will shrink and spit out the soup. It is different from the mutton cooked directly with water, and the mutton smell will be more mutton. It’s bland and tastes fresher and more tender.”

After a pause, he added, "Legend has it that it was invented by the Mongolian cavalry. It was difficult to get water in winter, so they cut ice and mixed it with mutton and cooked it. Only then did they realize that the taste was different, so it was passed down. Later, some people called it Genghis Khan Boiling sheep is just a legend, and it is difficult to verify whether it is true or not."

Qing Jian Liuli suddenly realized: "So that's it. I know Genghis Khan and I have eaten Genghis Khan barbecue."

Takeshi Nanahara was stunned and said speechlessly: "These two are different. Boiled sheep has something to do with Genghis Khan. Genghis Khan's barbecue has nothing to do with him. I don't know which fool opened a shop and made up random stories to spread the legend. It seems like it’s about to come true.”

"Is it okay?"

"Not at all."

The two of them were chatting, and the faint smoke coming out of the top of the copper hot pot was quickly mixed with water vapor. The pot also began to "beep" and the aroma came out. Qing Jian saw Liuli's little face blushing warmly. , swallowed secretly, lowered his head and took a sip of barley tea. He wanted to say that he could take off the lid, but he felt that he was not too reserved, so he started to hold it back.

Fortunately, Takeshi Nanahara was also hungry, and the ice-cooked sheep was not afraid of aging. He could eat it while cooking, so he directly opened the lid, cleared away the foam with a spoon, scooped out two more bowls of soup, and handed one bowl to Qingmi Ruri. , smiled and said: "The original soup is the original food, the water quality mutton is all the best, drink it slowly."

Qingjian Liuli took the bowl and found that the soup was milky white with a red wolfberry floating on it, which was a bit cute. Then she heard Takeshi Nanahara say with satisfaction: "Okay, it's time to start!"

She quickly sat down on her knees, Heshi said "I'm starting", and then enthusiastically used a spoon to fish out the mutton. The mutton pieces had been cooked to a milky white color, and the meat itself was very tender. , it will fall off the bones easily while being steaming hot.

She tried the original flavor first, and found that the smell of mutton was almost undetectable, leaving only the word "fresh". Then she tried it with the dipping sauce, and the mutton was dyed with a thick layer of sesame and salty aroma, which was full of freshness and taste. Jia, I wish I could make people swallow it with their tongues.

Takeshi Nanahara also tasted it and thought it was very good. He smiled at her across the hot pot "chimney" and asked, "How is it? Is it different from ordinary boiled mutton?"

Qingjian Liuli didn't actually taste any difference, and was busy stuffing the second piece of mutton into her mouth. When she heard his words, she nodded quickly and said reservedly: "It's different from ordinary boiled mutton, um... different. , it tastes better.”

Bastard, this guy is really awesome. He comes up with new tricks every day, and everything he makes is delicious. If you are willing to increase your hourly wage, you can really be his assistant for three years.

"Indeed, it has a unique flavor." Takeshi Nanahara nodded. In later generations, the ice-boiled lamb was made into an internet celebrity product, which ruined its reputation. However, if it uses high-quality lamb and ensures water quality, the taste is indeed much better than that of boiled lamb in white water.

At least that's what his Emperor Tongue thought.

Qingjian Liuli had no time to talk to him at this moment. She was immersed in the steam of the hot pot and chewed hard. She really liked the combination of sesame sauce and mutton. It felt absolutely amazing and she quickly wiped away the mutton pieces in front of her.

She ate until sweat broke out on her forehead. She took the spoon and went to pick up the ones from Takeshi Nanahara's side. Takeshi Nanahara had a strong sense of territoriality and stretched out his chopsticks to block it: "I'll pick up the ones from your side first."

"I don't have any more here." Qingjian Liuli took a spoon and fished it out a few times, indicating that there was only a small amount of minced meat left on her side, which was boring to eat.

Qi Yuanwu took the spoon to check and said strangely: "How could it be gone? I prepared the meat according to your appetite. You will be full if you just cook something casually later."

"It's true that there isn't any more. They all went to your side when it was time to cook." Qingmi Ruri was also not polite to Nanabaru Wu. They gathered together for dinner every day and couldn't be polite anymore. He took back the spoon and started to scoop out his side. of.

Takeshi Nanahara was speechless. He touched his chin and frowned. He looked up and down at Qingmi Ruri through the heat. He suddenly found that the Tibetan fox was eating more and more. His appetite was about to overwhelm him. This was not a good sign. , the breeding cost is too high, but he has always been very particular about eating, and the leg of lamb was given as a gift, so he was embarrassed to accuse her of being a pig, so he could only take back the spoon and quickly give himself more Scoop a few pieces.

After all the mutton pieces were removed, the mutton slices on the ice plate were also taken out of the pot and rolled in the hot soup. Qing Jian Liuli was as happy as eating. Sometimes he stuffed a big mouthful in, his eyes were crooked, just like Almost wagging his tail.

In the end, there was not enough meat and it was not easy to slice it. Takeshi Nanabahara frowned and found a piece of pot helmet left over from the refrigerator when he had a late-night snack cake. After slicing it, she let her eat it slowly. That was the end.

Damn it, this Tibetan fox is really not picky, even if you roll the pot helmet slices and dip them in sesame sauce, you can eat them very deliciously.