Fuyuki Canteen

ID: The cherry blossoms that bloom before everything starts.

Those were the days when Ming Piaoqiu still had everything.

In early spring, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, like clouds in the evening that accidentally fall to the branches.But the color is softer than the sunset, more romantic than the morning light, and when it is blown to the shoulders by the wind, it looks like pink snow.

Ming Piaoqiuren once walked under the cherry tree, and Ayako next to him suddenly stopped him, stretched out his hand, and said softly:

"Aqiu, some petals have fallen on your head."

Ming Piao was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head submissively and considerately, so that his wife could take a good look.

The slender fingers searched gently through the hair for a long while, but there was no result.

Ming Piao raised his green eyes and looked at his wife with some doubts.And Ayako in the field of vision looked a little troubled, but she was still smiling softly.That smile is as soft as the spring breeze blowing down the cherry blossoms:

"It's almost melting in. The color of Ah Qiu's hair is really similar to cherry blossoms."

……

That's why Naruko thought of his wife and daughter who were still at home when he walked under the cherry blossom trees between the day shift and the evening shift.

He stopped under the tree unconsciously, glanced at the double cherry blossoms blooming above his head, and a gentle smile appeared on his face because of the memory.

How did the petals of cherry blossoms that fell into the hair get out at the end, Naruko forgot.

However, this shouldn't be a big deal.It's good to find it after all.

Naruto, who remembered this incident, stayed under the cherry blossom tree for a few minutes before continuing to move forward.

Walking past the colorful falling flowers blowing all over the street, turning into a certain street corner, a young man with pink hair stopped in front of an unremarkable restaurant.

The store name is "Homestay".

The signboard is also very ordinary, even a little too old compared to the new store next to it, but through the large windows, you can see that there are not a few diners inside. Rejection, like a soft hook, easily arouses the most genuine appetite in the heart of the heart.

This is the store that Naruto found by chance.When the police station is working and cannot go home to eat the dishes made by Ayako, Naruko usually comes here for dinner.Not only because the address is relatively close, and it can be reached by walking for a while, but also because of the craftsmanship of the boss.

No matter what dish you order, it's delicious.

Ming Piao, who is not very picky about food, has not been disappointed in this restaurant so far.

He believed it would be the same today.

Naruto pushed open the door and walked in as usual.

Walking to the counter, perhaps hearing his footsteps, the dark blue curtain hanging in the kitchen was lifted, revealing the familiar figure of the boss.

It is a rare appearance in Japan, with short white hair and wheat-colored skin, an overly capable temperament and a tall and strong figure, it does not look like an ordinary person.Ming Piao used to be very concerned about the boss's temperament, and even guessed whether he had been a soldier or a police officer, but later rejected it.

Not particularly like.

Mingpiao has a keen observation ability in detail, which is a necessary quality for an excellent police officer.

This ability and intuition helped him solve several cases, and Naruto trusted them as if he trusted his companions.

In fact, if you keep exploring, you may not miss the truth, but Ming Piao chose to give up after a little deliberation.

There was no gleam in those steel-grey eyes that the unrighteous could have.As a pure diner, it is better not to explore in detail in some places.Only when there is a sense of distance between people can they communicate smoothly.

"Hi. What do you need?"

"One pineapple curry rice, one pepper fried chicken wings. Please."

The beef curry rice I had last time was surprisingly delicious.Might try another flavor... pineapple is not nasty.

"I see. Just a moment, please."

Watching the nodding white-haired owner back to the kitchen, Ming Piaoqiuren didn't have the habit of waiting at the counter, so he decided to find a place to sit down.

Probably because of the common dinner time, there are still a lot of customers in the store.There was no table for him to be free alone, Ming Piao simply picked someone who looked normal and was about to leave soon, and walked to his desk.

"Hello. Is it convenient to sit here?"

The man who looked down at the cooking in front of him—no, at this age, he should be considered a youth—finally raised his head to look at him.

It was a young man wearing a blue British windbreaker.His complexion is pale, his hair is a beautiful dark blue like the sky, and he has an unexpectedly handsome face.It was a face with traces of melancholy and a half-smile expression, enough to make a young girl blush instantly, but Ming Piao frowned slightly at the first moment.

There is something wrong with this person.

Naruto calmly passed the box of octopus balls in front of him with his eyes, and finally stopped on the light-colored pupils of the blue-haired youth who were a little dull in color.

In all fairness, these are a pair of good-looking eyes.The shape of the eyes is long and narrow, the eyelashes are as thick as butterfly wings, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and the irises and pupils are like amber frozen in time——

The only disharmony is that those eyes are full of wordless anxiety.The whites of the eyes were bloodshot, and it was almost terrifying to stare at others.

Ming Piao opened his dark green eyes, unwaveringly confronting this strange young man he had never met before.

The voice requesting to share the table still lingered in the air.The blue-haired young man stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corners of his pale, cracked lips.

He laughed as if he was amused, and while turning his attention back to the octopus balls, he replied slowly:

"If you don't mind, please be yourself."

Naruto cautiously looked at the blue-haired young man who had lowered his head again, and then calmly sat down on the seat.

He suppressed his instinctive urge to confirm the gun on his waist, and just waited indifferently.

The young man on the opposite side didn't seem to mind Ming Piao watching him, just humming softly and doing his own thing.

Holding a thin bamboo stick, he moved the round takoyaki in the boat-shaped paper box back and forth.

Ming Piao looked at it for a while, but couldn't help it, and frowned.

He finally noticed something was wrong.

The blue-haired youth is arranging the takoyaki in the box into various patterns, and the nature of his behavior is like a child holding chess pieces on the chessboard and arranging them to his liking.There was nothing wrong with this, at best, such behavior on a man in his early 20s just added a little naivety to him.

What's wrong are the details.

Too many strange places.

For example, there are actually nine takoyaki.For example, the young man didn't drop even a trace of bonito flakes during the fiddle, including the sauce, and the bottom of the box was clean.For another example, the bamboo stick in the young man's hand is not one but three, and the pattern he finally arranged the takoyaki...

is a triangle.

A perfect equilateral triangle.

Divide the nine takoyaki into three groups, each group is equally divided into three, each group is a side, and the three [-]-degree interior angles are perfectly assembled to form an equilateral triangle.

This kind of overly deliberate feeling, as well as his delicate atmosphere, could it be...?

"This is a pyramid."

After finishing everything, the blue-haired young man raised his head, gently pushed the paper box towards the ladle, like a child showing his beloved toy to adults, with an unusual smile, as if he wanted to seek approval asked:

"Three is a good number, isn't it, Inspector?"

Under the gaze of those faintly magical light golden pupils, Naruto's back muscles twitched a few times reflexively.

Cold sweat broke out unconsciously on his back, but it evaporated quickly.

Ming Piao didn't show any surprise, but said expressionlessly:

"You guy, you have digital obsessive-compulsive disorder."

The young man on the opposite side was folding his hands under his chin. He didn't look surprised when he heard the words, but he couldn't help laughing, his slender fox-like eyes curled up, showing the expression of a successful prank:

"Oops. Found."

He has a brisk voice, without any anxiety symptoms that patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder should have.

Aside from the frivolous and gloomy atmosphere, everything is normal, if one ignores his racing head and bloodshot eyes.

A genius ravaged by digital obsession.

It is impossible for someone who can tell his identity as a police officer at a glance to have a low IQ.

"In your situation, you should take medicine properly. If you don't want to take medicine, you can cooperate with a psychological counselor for treatment." Ming Piao didn't show sympathy, but just stated the facts lightly, "Just running around outside like this is bad for you Is it tantamount to torture?"

"It's okay, thank you Mr. Police Officer for your concern." The blue-haired young man still spoke in a brisk tone, with a slight upturn in the end, and a smile from time to time on the corners of his lips, which made people wonder if it was a disguise , "I like the octopus balls here very much. I have been taking medicine."

Medicine has been taking.This means that it is basically useless.

It seems to be very serious.

Ming Piao realized this, and felt a little irritable for no reason.

He looked away, not looking at the fake smile on the blue-haired youth's face.

This guy's pretense has gone to the point of neurosis.Do you distrust the environment and people around you... Apart from the fact that numbers are torture, you have a deep distrust of others.No wonder there was no mention of a psychiatrist.

It's like a child holding a bomb standing on the street with people coming and going.

The mind will be overwhelmed one day.

When you glanced at the floor tiles just now, you were subconsciously counting them, right?

At this level, the consequences are almost certain if they are allowed to remain closed in this way.

However, this is a situation that is almost unsolvable. A stranger who met once could not win the trust of the young man in front of him, let alone persuade him to seek medical treatment.

It was a wrong decision to choose to sit across from this guy.

Mingpiao once again felt the powerlessness of being unable to save anything when he rushed to the scene of the victim.

He gritted his back molars and thought about something, but the young man opposite him tilted his head and looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand to him.

Ming Piao subconsciously turned her head to avoid his hand, but froze when she realized his purpose.

"Mr. Inspector, wait."

The blue-haired youth said seriously.

This guy has surprisingly long hands and feet, much taller than Ming Piao, and his hands and feet are naturally longer.

He raised his arm, and his arm crossed the table top of the two-person table with ease, and the movement was somehow familiar.

Ming Piao moved his eyeballs and looked over from the corner of his eye.

The landing point of the fingertip is on his shoulder.

On the top of the suit jacket, there were tiny pale pink things.

"one two Three."

The blue-haired young man patiently picked off the fallen flowers on his coat shoulders and hair, and placed them neatly on the table between the two of them. Then he crossed his hands again and sighed: "It's Luoying. The street outside on it?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, it uses an affirmative tone.It is true.

Ming Piao was a little at a loss.He froze in place, not sure whether to praise the man in front of him for his good eyesight.

Ming Piao also forgot what he said at the end.

Originally, the experience of this day was still clear in my memory.But until the great changes happened one after another in his life, Ming Piao, who was exhausted, forgot too many things, including this insignificant ordinary dinner when he met a stranger.

Until, in a beautiful and false world of Jing Zhong Jing, Naruto Akito, who was dressed the same as that day, met a girl with black short hair carrying a backpack on a certain street that seemed familiar to her.

At the moment when the world was being destroyed and his body was weightless, he recalled every detail about meeting that bastard detective who was still in the desert.

About that time the pepper fried chicken wings were three.

About that curry covered with pineapple fried rice.

Regarding that time, the blue-haired young man left without saying goodbye after eating the octopus balls——

Under Naruto's gaze, he pushed open the door and passed the incident with a girl with short black hair and a pink flower hairpin in her bangs.

Perhaps, in the near future, it will become a secret that no one knows.

Like cherry blossoms quietly withering in April.

The author has something to say:

Brother Dong's single chapter.

It's Brother Dong before the hole was opened.

All three detectives have appeared!

The performance of digital obsessive-compulsive disorder refers to some information on the Internet.

There are private settings.

Because Naruto's memory is not very clear, it was an encounter that ended abruptly.