Fuyuki Canteen

The daily reasoning of the classical literature department and the elementary school students of death.

I like it, but I can't say it.

The Sherlock Holmes anthologies are indeed wonderful, as are Edogawa Ranpo's novels.

Is it really a child? I like detective stories.

If you read it often, it is not uncommon to know "The Devil's Land", right?

Oreki Houtaro hid the incongruity he had just noticed deep in his heart, raised his hand thoughtfully and stroked his forehead hair, then turned over the page he had finished reading, and then responded indifferently:

"It's so-so. I don't have any special interest in mystery novels. If you want to talk about this topic, you are looking for the wrong person."

"Hey——" the child on the opposite side let out a disappointed voice, "but the elder brother found the sister's notebook very quickly just now. Isn't this reasoning?"

Oreki's gaze paused for a moment, then he closed the book with one hand, raised his emerald eyes to look at the elementary school student opposite, and replied with a flawless expression: "It's a guess, it's just a coincidence. Compared to this..."

The black-haired boy turned his gaze to a certain direction, and said lightly, "Aren't you going back? As for the dessert, it's already served."

"Ah, that's interesting." The child didn't show any surprise, nor did he follow Oreki's eyes to look at the table he came to and his companion who took the dessert from the blue-haired waiter. With a deep smile, his voice was crisp and clear, "Did the big brother guess this too?"

"more or less."

Oreki replied.

Without much tangible evidence, if you rely only on intuition and inspired reasoning, it is easy to draw conclusions that are contrary to reality.

If it happens to hit, it's just good luck.

It is indeed a lot like guessing.It should be correct to say that he guessed.

It's time to leave now.The truth is always so boring, no matter how curious children are, they should be satisfied at least.

However, the child in front of him never came as Oreki expected.

If I had to say it, those blue eyes with penetrating gaze were not like what a child should have at all.

"It's amazing, big brother." The boy sighed, and there seemed to be an unnatural reflection on the lens. "But in my opinion, big brother has made an amazing reasoning."

Oreki maintained the posture of holding the library between his palms, sighed secretly, for the reluctance of the child in front of him to give up.

"why?"

he asked helplessly.

He really couldn't understand why the child in front of him thought so, and even felt powerless as he approached him step by step.

Something that happened completely unnecessary, I would have stopped talking if I had known about it... the energy conservationist thought.

Luckily, energy conservationists have a little bit of curiosity and the thoughtfulness of a young child.

This is why Oreki asked "why".

In Oreki's opinion, what happened just now was just a small episode, neither reasoning nor remarkable.

"Because, big brother guessed the incident from the charcoal pencil, right?" The boy sat on the sofa, shaking his short legs that couldn't reach the floor, "Because my sister deduced the charcoal pencil It was put together with the book before, and because of the size and style of the book in the brother’s hand, the book could not fall from the gap between the sofa cushion and the back, but got stuck in the middle, but because it was covered by the sofa cushion I can’t find it until I live with my sister.”

Completely correct.

It only took Oreki an extremely short time to piece together the scene that might be the truth.

The reason why such a situation may happen is that the girl named Sakura Chiyo must be a painter. The professional pen and paper and the bag of the painting shop on the sofa are evidence. Beside him, Oreki himself could also see it.

The scene restored in my mind is that she and the male high school student who wrote "Nozaki Umetaro" on the cover of the book opposite should both be people who like to draw. Before the dishes are delivered to the table, they are sketching the street scene with charcoal. After the ordered food arrived, Sakura casually closed the notebook and placed it on the sofa beside her, with the charcoal pencil on it.

It must have been during the chat that both the charcoal pencil and the notebook accidentally slipped into the gap between the sofa cushions.

If it is a couch seat in this store, it is also possible that the notebook is placed at an improper angle.

Fortunately, this is the whole picture of the incident.

Otherwise, if he didn't take out the notebook from the crack of the sofa, Oreki would have to ask some questions and make a new reasoning.

Fortunately, it was solved once, good luck.

But just such a trivial matter, why can't it be called "great reasoning"?

The child opposite observed Oreki's expression, as if he was finally satisfied, he stretched out his hand with a smile and waved:

"No. Big brother, I'm not talking about the reasoning process just now. What I think is great is the reasoning ability of big brother. It's really amazing, just like the famous detective in the story."

ability to reason...

How can I have that kind of thing.

So did Chitanda, so did Satoshi, they all said the same thing.

Oreki stared at the child delicately.But the boy seemed to lose his lingering interest after he finished his compliment. He smiled cutely and said, "I hope to meet my big brother next time." After that, he jumped off the sofa and ran back to the original table.

The unknown person wearing a black peaked cap was still waiting for him, pushing him a triangular cake after he sat back.

Oreki glanced at them, and after looking away, he wanted to continue reading the novel in his hand, but the reading process was interrupted again.

"Your pork fried noodles, I've been waiting for a long time."

The blue-haired waiter hurried over with a tray, neatly put the plate of fried noodles in front of Oreki, said "Please take it easy" and left with a smile.Looking at his canine-toothed cheerful smile, I can't help but feel refreshed. It's an incredible personality.

Oreki wrote down the page numbers, closed the library and stuffed it back into his schoolbag, then picked up his chopsticks and stared at the yakisoba in front of him.

The noodles with distinct texture are neither thick nor thin, and have a beige luster like diluted soy sauce.The types and colors of the ingredients are relatively rich. White slender bean sprouts, orange-red shredded carrots, snow-white vegetable stalks and light yellow vegetable leaves are closely entangled with the noodles without distinguishing each other.There are two appetizing pickles next to the noodles, which are shredded red ginger and plum sauce.The top of the noodles is piled with a single-sided fried egg with a yellow heart and slightly burnt edges, and the heavy protagonist: pork belly cut thinner than bacon. , slightly curled up with browned edges.

The appearance and aroma are both very good.

Very Japanese feel.The craftsmanship of the boss who looks like a foreigner is unexpectedly better than expected.

"I'm gonna start now."

Oreki held his chopsticks together and muttered softly, then picked up a pinch of fried noodles and put them into his mouth together with sliced ​​pork and vegetables.

The moment the food was put into his mouth, he froze for a moment.

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in front of my eyes, turning the gray and gloomy world into a bright sunny sky.

It really reminds people of the smell of sunny days.It seems to be sitting on the school roof while eating lunch and blowing the wind. The sky above the head is an endless blue sky. Being in it, there is only an endless sense of openness.

The rich but not heavy sauce flavor wraps the perfectly fried noodles, spreading the salty, fresh and slightly sweet feeling on the tip of the tongue.The teeth touch the soft pork, and the protein and fat feel extra soft after heating, as if the salty taste of the short-term marinade improves the freshness of the meat itself, and it is made of wheat flour. Together, the noodles give a raw feeling of satiety.What dilutes this feeling is the supporting vegetables.The crispy shredded carrots, bean sprouts and vegetable stalks that bite between the lips and teeth give people a refreshing feeling. If I have to describe it, the wind blows away the thick clouds to reveal the blue sky, reconciling the over-rich flavors of pork and chow mein sauce.In the softer vegetable leaves, the tip of the tongue can detect a slightly pungent taste of pepper, and the dullness brought by the vegetables is instantly enriched.

Oreki swallowed the yakisoba, and tried the fried egg again.

The golden yellow heart flows out, and there is some dark green seaweed powder seasoning on it, and the egg white is soft and crispy.

The chef of this shop is really good.Such a simple home-cooked dish can give him an amazing taste, which is much more reliable than the most popular fried noodle stalls at summer festivals... Although Oreki, who advocates energy-saving life, will never go there It's just for that occasion, but he probably knows the standard of cooking in that kind of place.

stop.

Now is not the time to think about that.

Oreki withdrew his divergent thoughts, looked at the fried noodles on the plate in front of him seriously and thought for a while, and then continued to taste this dish that could be regarded as a surprise.

This store is also within the scope of his and Li's like-mindedness, and it will not take extra steps.

Next time, if there is a chance, ask Satoshi Fukube to eat together.

On the other table, Edogawa Conan scooped up a spoonful of today's special cherry Charlotte cake with a small spoon, a little absent-minded.

Charlotte, Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes.

While he was subconsciously meditating on this series of meaningless divergent associations in his mind, a hand reached out from the opposite side and flicked his forehead gently.

"Kidd, what are you doing!" Conan immediately returned to his senses, covered his forehead and glared at the guy opposite, but subconsciously lowered his voice, "It's okay, don't flick my forehead..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man wearing a black peaked cap to cover up his face apologized casually, sat back, put his face on his hands, and looked at him curiously, "I just saw the famous detective in a trance. After all, my treat is so good It’s a pity to lose your mind while eating the cake. Why, are you still thinking about that little brother?”

The Phantom Thief after the incident was very approachable, even a little cordial.

Edogawa Conan didn't mind sharing this little idea with him, after all, Kidd had helped him several times in previous incidents.The two people who have helped each other and still come to eat dessert together are more like friends who don’t know their real identities than old enemies. Of course, Conan or Kudo Shinichi will never admit this.

"Well, almost." Conan replied with half-moon eyes, "I'm looking forward to meeting him again. He will be a strong opponent when he develops. Unfortunately, I don't seem to be motivated... But he actually said that he is right for Conan Dao. Er and Edogawa Ranpo both feel normal..."

The primary school student complained, not noticing the slight movement of the ears of a middle-aged man with long silver-gray hair in a dark blue kimono on a table not far away.

Amidst the strange thief's response of "Hey? Don't you like it?", the silver-haired man turned his head and glanced at them, then looked away, closed his eyes and drank tea from a teacup.

The tea stalks in the tea stand quietly and float under the water.

The author has something to say:

The ice fruit chapter is over.

Recently, I will try to write some appearances of modern dramas, as well as extra chapters (there is no Emiya but there are chapters where characters from different works intersect, such as Alien Invasion X Bungo Stray Dogs X Magic Forbidden Book Catalogue, it won’t be very long, it’s better to say fairly short).

Stay tuned.