Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

"Okay, I understand." Dashang Zhushan was very impatient, "Then leave the kitchen to me and I'll cook dinner myself. After all, only delicious food and murder cases in the world can activate my brain cells!"

After saying that, he left the maid who was still standing there, turned angrily and walked towards the back room again.

"Sorry for snubbing you just now."

After Zhu Shan disappeared around the corner of the corridor, the maid returned to the crowd and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Ogami means that he will be solely responsible for tonight's dinner. The dinner is still being prepared. Please follow me upstairs for a while."

"Well, that's not bad. I can try the skills of the legendary food detective. I hope his skills will be as superb as his reasoning ability." Motegi Haruhi shrugged nonchalantly and was the first to follow.

"That's right." Qian Jianjiangdai also smiled and said.

"Let's go, Brother Qin~" Harushi Motegi greeted Qin Ushu, who was still studying the blood stains under the stairs.

"Well, here we come."

Qin Xianshu came to his senses, raised his head and glanced at him and said.

For some reason, Motegi Harushi, who was glanced at, suddenly felt a chill running down his spinal cord and straight to the top of his head. He shivered subconsciously, and his steps to step up the steps were stagnant.

Senjian Fangdai did not notice this, and she asked casually: "So what does your employer mean now, and what is the purpose of bringing the four detectives together."

"I don't know much about this." The maid turned back and said as she walked up, "But there are actually five detectives at this party. In addition to the four of you, there are two others, Miss Gunda and Mr. Hakuba. But Mr. Hakuba declined because he was currently taking promotion exams, and Ms. Gunda’s words are already upstairs.”

"Oh?"

So everyone followed the maid to the second floor of the annex and came to a large room similar to a chess and card lounge.

This is indeed a quite large room, including a pool table, chess table, various poker tables, etc. There is even a mahjong table, but it is not electric, and... there is a bookcase against the wall. Countless books are neatly arranged in it.

Next to the coffee table, a beautiful young woman with long curly hair was sitting on a single sofa. She wore a purple dress with a high slit, and two pearl necklaces around her neck. Her overlapping white legs were extremely eye-catching.

She was holding a medical-related book and reading quietly. When she heard the footsteps of the people arriving, she raised her head and glanced up. The corners of her beautiful eyes curved in a slightly moving arc.

"Ah, there are quite a few familiar faces here."

"As expected, it's you, Gunda Coroner." Motegi Harushi greeted.

"No, that's all in the past. Now I'm no longer a coroner." Gunda Ikumi smiled, "Now I'm just a freelance detective."

"Then please help yourself. I have to go see if Mr. Ogami needs any help first." The maid bowed again and then withdrew.

"Well, it seems that the next step is free time." Motegi Harushi looked at Qin Shanshu, who was taking a pair of cards from the cabinet, "Brother Qin, do you want to play something?"

"How about Black Jack, I'll be the banker."

"can."

"I'm coming too." Gunda Ikumi put down the book in her hand and walked over to volunteer.

Everyone was about to take a seat at the card table.

At this time.

"excuse me."

The voice sounded, and the maid who had previously said she was going to help Dashang Zhushan suddenly left and returned. She walked in from the lounge and came to Qin Ushu's side, lowering her eyebrows and whispering softly.

"Mr. Qin, there is a lady outside the door who claims to be your assistant looking for you."

Chapter 156 I wanted to see you, so I came here

Outside the annex, the cold and damp rain was pattering down.

The girl with long brown curly hair was holding an umbrella and standing under the eaves of the door. She wore a small white suit and light blue jeans. The ordinary combination of clothes made her look like a Paris fashion model.

She looked at the rain curtain quietly, like a soft sculpture.

click-

The sound of the door lock turning came from behind, the door opened, bright light shined from the door, and a slender figure was drawn out of the girl.

In the sound of the wind, someone seemed to be sighing softly.

"Why did you come here?"

"Well……"

Yukiko looked back, her eyes touching the familiar face so close in the light, the corners of her eyes quickly softened, and the corners of her lips raised slightly.

"I wanted to see you, so I came here, didn't I?"

"Shit Ryunosuke..."

Qin Xianshu knew what was going on here without even thinking.

With Akasaka Ryunosuke's ability, this guy can even hack into the FBI's server. It would be extremely easy to figure out his real-time location through cell phone signals.

And since Yukiko will appear here, in other words, Misaki and Mitaka Jin should also...

Thinking of this, Qin Uanshu made up his mind.

He looked back at the maid standing behind him: "If there is one more person, will the food and room be enough?"

"It's enough." The maid responded, "Although the quantity of ingredients is purchased according to the actual guests who will be present, considering that some guests may have larger appetites, the employer always requires me to purchase double portions. The room If so, I can sort out an extra room later."

"Do you want to make temporary arrangements..." Qin Uanshu frowned slightly.

"It's okay. There's no need to worry about the room. I'll just share the same room with him then."

While Qin Ushu turned around to speak, Yukiko had already walked in. She put her umbrella away in a plastic bucket by the door. When she heard what the maid said, she smiled and stretched out her hand to hold the former's arm, pretending to be intimate.

"And there will be a lot of dust in the air of the temporarily cleaned room. I am quite sensitive to dust. I will probably sneeze all night, so I might as well forget it."

"This... of course is no problem." The maid nodded hesitantly.

"Then please take her to the lounge first." Qin Shanshu said, "I have to go to the kitchen and ask Mr. Dashang to make an extra portion for dinner."

"I understand, the kitchen goes straight to the end of this corridor and turns right to the third room." The maid bowed slightly and said.

"Ah."

At the same time, in the third room that turned right after going straight to the end of the corridor, the sound of swords chopping chopping boards could be heard continuously.

Dashang Zhushan held a kitchen knife in his hand. The knife was lifted and dropped as frequently as a typewriter. The cold light reflected on the sharp blade spread out like a curtain of light in the air. He evenly cut a mushroom into sixteen pieces. Each piece was as thin as The fish skin is almost translucent.

Curry is being cooked in a pot with a fire on the side, and thick-cut steak is waiting to be defrosted.

As a gourmet detective, Dashang Zhushan’s passion for food is almost as much as his passion for cases. He likes to eat and cook food, but he can only cook it for himself, and he can only bring two or three people with him. Friends come home together to show off their recently improved cooking skills.

After all, he is not a chef, let alone a cafeteria aunt. It is inevitable that he will be a little tired when he is responsible for the dinner of so many people at once, but his love for food does not allow him to just mess around, so he simply chooses a few things that are less troublesome to make. vegetable.

But even so, the level of cooking is still far higher than that of ordinary hotel chefs.

Hearing footsteps coming from outside the kitchen door behind him, Dashang Zhushan stopped what he was doing and looked back.

"Didn't I say that you can just leave everything in the kitchen to me... Ah, it's you, Detective Qin."

"Ciao, Detective Ogami."

Qin Mianshu walked slowly out of the kitchen with his hands in his pockets. He smiled when he saw the food detective who had taken off his suit and was only wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up and a kitchen knife in his hand.

When he came to the stove and looked at the piles of ultra-thin mushroom slices piled on the chopping board, Qin Uanshu couldn't help but look in admiration.

"Good swordsman."

"Haha, right?"

The elder Zhu Shan laughed heartily twice: "In order to satisfy my picky tongue, I have put in a lot of hard work on my cooking... So, Detective Qin, what's the matter? He shouldn't just come over to see the dinner. progress, right?"

"This is a bit embarrassing to say." Qin Xianshu scratched his head, "My assistant came over just now, so I came over to ask if dinner could be made for one more person. Of course I can help."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and rolled up the cuffs, as if he really wanted to help.

"Uh, let's make it for one more person, right?"

The elder Zhu Shan was stunned when he heard the words, and the expression on his rich face froze for a moment imperceptibly, and then he laughed loudly again.

"Of course it's no problem, but don't worry, just leave the kitchen to me."

"That's hard work."

Since he said so himself, Qin Sanshu followed the trend, nodded slightly, turned around and left.

Walking around from the kitchen back to the lounge on the second floor, when Qin Sanshu walked in, he saw Gunda Ikumi and Motegi Haruji still sitting there at the card table, and Yukiko actually sat down next to her. They were playing chess with Senjian Yudai. When the three of them saw him coming back, they waved in unison.

Motegi Harushi was the first to speak: "Miss Fujimine just said that Brother Qin, you went to the kitchen. Did you see what you were eating tonight?"

"Well, what I saw should be curry rice, red wine steak, mashed potatoes, and mushroom corn soup." Qin Ushu walked to the card table, picked up a whole deck of playing cards from the table, held it in his hand and waved it. Liao Yang said, "Are you still playing black jack?"

"no problem."

"I also can."

The two expressed their stance one after another.

Seeing this, Qin Sanshu didn't say much. He skillfully divided the cards into two stacks. He held the two ends of the cards with his middle finger, ring finger, little finger and thumb respectively. He bent his index finger against the middle of the card and exerted force, rolling the two stacks of cards like a rolling ball. The two stacks of cards were pushed together like gears, and then they closed their hands from below, lifting the two stacks of cards that were not completely interspersed together from the middle like an arch bridge, and then relaxed slightly. Driven by elasticity, the two stacks of cards were further pushed forward. Interspersed together, they fell neatly one by one.

This is a perfect pigeon-tail shuffle. Perhaps its technical content is not high, but the visual effect is cool enough.

"Oh~" Motegi Harushi whistled in surprise.

But Qin Xianshu frowned.

It's not because he hates this kind of flattery, but because the cards don't feel right.

He pulled out a Jack of Spades from a pile of cards based on the precise position in his memory. Looking closely under the light, he saw that there was another card stuck under the Jack of Spades.

Qin Xianshu used a little force to separate them. As expected, the two cards were not stuck together because of a long time.

On the back of the J of spades and the front of the separated 4 of flowers, there was a shocking dark brown color printed on it.

"This is really bad. It's even stained on the cards." Gunda Ikumi raised her forehead.

Qin Xianshu didn't reply. He looked at the cards in his hand steadily. After a few seconds, he seemed to realize something and turned to look at the maid standing beside him.

"By the way, have you met with your employer?"

"No, no."

When her name was suddenly called, the maid didn't hesitate at all. She shook her head slightly.

"Actually, like everyone else, I have never met my employer. All communication was through email. Even the interview was conducted by typing on the computer in this annex building. It was an embarrassing experience. Call it a weird interview experience..."

As she spoke, the maid began to talk about her interview experience at that time.

Qin Xianshu listened quietly and asked.

"That means you didn't even have a phone call from beginning to end?"

"Yes……"

After receiving a positive reply from the maid, Qin Xianshu slowly let out a breath.

"Gentlemen, I seem to know what trick this organizer wants to play."

Chapter 157 God's Talent

What do you, the great litterateur of the Chinese dynasty, have to do with Zhou Shuren and me, Lu Xun? He once said - I have never been afraid to speculate on others with the worst possible malice.

But Qin Xianshu's profession has made him accustomed to assuming the worst possible ill will in others.

According to the maid's description, her original interview location was in this annex.

Like other interviewees, she came to the designated place at the designated time.

She thought it would be a normal interview as before, but she didn't expect that what was waiting for her was an empty room, a table, and an open computer, with the party process plan next to the keyboard.

All that appeared on the computer screen was a line of black text on a white background - READ THE PARTY PLAN.

If ordinary people encountered such a strange scene, they would probably turn around and leave long ago, but the maid lady really sat down and read the banquet schedule carefully.

When she finished reading and put down the form, the words on the computer screen changed to "Congratulations on passing the interview."

The maid did not see a single person alive during the entire interview process, and the handover, including the follow-up ingredient purchasing plan, was completed entirely via email.

After all, it’s okay that the interview was so weird. There wasn’t even a phone call afterward, so Barra had to go to all the trouble to communicate it through inefficient emails. It was obvious that he wanted to hide his true identity.

"Currently we have two clues."

With his fingertips nimbly playing with the two cards stained with blood for 50 years, the high school detective looked around the detectives with burning eyes.

"First, the organizer has never shown his face from beginning to end. He is deliberately hiding his identity."