Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

When Toru Amuro walked into that room, the information broker that Gin had mentioned was adjusting the rocker arm of the record player leisurely.

He sat on an old carved wooden chair, facing the door sideways. He saw someone entering the door out of the corner of his eye, but he didn't look back. down.

The vinyl record turned slowly, and the ruby ​​stylus shone with tiny bits of light.The lively music of the flute gradually came from the flower-shaped speaker.

The long, drooping eyelashes covered the grape red eyes, and the pale handsome boy bit his finger, listening to the playful music quietly and childishly.

The melody echoes in the empty room.A ray of light shone through a narrow window in the far wall, across the cold room, and shone at his feet.

He didn't speak, so Toru Amuro didn't make a sound, just stood quietly at the door, looking at this unexpected and unplanned helper.

In Gin's mouth, this is an inexplicable, non-threatening, but troublesome person.

Gin, who has a cold style, and this young man who still listens to classical music in his hiding place, naturally have a lot of friction when getting along.But helping them find Kaisai as a hiding place and providing Fujimura Tsuru's information, at least for now, this person can't be offended, so Gin, who was so annoying, called him.

As for why he wasn't named Belmode—the other party seemed to be reluctant to get along with women.

The other party didn't look very old, he should be a little younger than him, not too different from the young man in the sand-colored windbreaker I saw at the detective agency yesterday.

The smooth black hair was slightly disheveled, scattered around the paper-pale cheeks.He seems to be very weak, and he is also wrapped in a thick fur-collared cloak and a white wool cap in summer.

——But even so, when viewed from the side, his body is still as thin as paper.

Toru Amuro did not relax his vigilance, but became more vigilant.

People who appear in Yokohama, even children who seem to be powerless, may have abilities that are more lethal than thermal weapons.Even if the opponent really has no fighting power, with such a weak body, he dares to fight in person and help the organization under the eyes of the mafia, this person must not be underestimated.

This song is not long.Soon, the dance-like music gradually stopped, and the young man raised his eyes and stared at the record that was slowly stopping.

A faint smile appeared on his bloodless lips, and he said softly, "Anna Polka."

"Skillful liveliness and dexterity. The innocence and clumsiness of a girl, after being polished, becomes elegant, smooth and full of pretentiousness-this is evil."

There was a bit of genuine regret in the words.

Even Toru Amuro, who is quite accomplished in music, did not understand the meaning of his words for a while.

Of course he can understand the music theory - this is the music composed by the Austrian composer Johann Strauss Jr. It uses cheerful and bright melody to create a scene of a girl dancing lightly, in order to praise her mother Anna.

The so-called "children's innocence and clumsiness" should refer to "Beloved Anna Polka" written by Johann Strauss Sr. for his wife, with a more solemn and simple tune.

The latter was thought to be less exciting than the former because of his lack of dexterity, but the person in front of him seemed to have a completely different opinion.

——But who will tell him how these two gifts full of love are related to evil?

The other party didn't seem to be expecting his answer. After saying this inexplicable sentence, he turned his fragile and beautiful face to him: "Thank you for your patience."

He stood up from his chair and bowed gracefully.

"My name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky. Thanks to the trust of that gentleman—entrusted to assist you in delivering important goods."

The young man with a long and complicated name showed a friendly smile to Amuro leaning against the door:

"It's a great honor to meet you—"

"Mr. Jiang Gu."

Toru Amuro's pupils shrank suddenly!

In the crowded station, Amcha and Oda Sakunosuke sat on the seats by the platform, waiting for the tram to the vicinity of the Marine Transportation Bureau.

The kimono she was wearing was custom-made for her by the president in a shop she knew well, so it would not cause too much hindrance to her actions.

In order to get to the death scene of Fujimura Wataru as soon as possible, Amcha didn't change clothes, but just greeted the boss, then took his usual green handbag and went out with Oda Sakunosuke.

Concerned about possible traffic jams on the road, they chose to take the tram instead of driving.

So it became what it is today.

Beautiful girls in gorgeous kimonos sat with men in plain shirts and trousers with unshaven stubble on their faces.Such a scene should have seemed out of place, but the appearance of the two talking in low voices seemed to reveal a strange harmonious atmosphere.

Passers-by on the side, even if they need to rush to their destination, can't help but pay attention to the two of them.

On the TV screen next to the platform, the final of this year's National High School Tennis Tournament is being broadcast.A middle-aged male reporter in sportswear was standing outside the field, talking into a microphone, and broadcasting the intense game live.

"Hey, I didn't see it as his game this time either."

Gan Cha's eyes were fixed on the kite-purple-haired boy in the camera, and she sighed regretfully—she hadn't been able to cheer for him in the opponent's official match, and she was really negligent as a relative.

"Originally, I wanted to take the children with me to let them experience the surreal existence for themselves."

Children's ability to accept has always been relatively strong. If you want to open the door to a new world, it is better to start from an early age.

——Otherwise, it will be the same as before.The first time I accompanied her to visit Yukimura's house under the leadership of the president and saw them playing tennis, Ranpo was so surprised that he put on his glasses and used super reasoning on the people on the field, trying to see them Does it also have supernatural powers?

However, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a supernatural ability, right?After all, their moves are so exaggerated, and they all have various strange names that are no less abstract than supernatural abilities——

"Mirage Mirror!"

After the first shot, the reporter shouted excitedly: "Yukimura-san used the latest trick—! By using the left and right hands alternately, he hit the ball with precision without deviation, making it impossible for Tezuka-san on the opposite side to predict the path and spin of the ball!"

"Tezuka Domain——sealed!"

On the screen, the young man in a coat who took the lead in winning two rounds smiled slightly, his brows were almost god-like calm, and his delicate face shone brightly under the sunlight.

Seiichi Yukimura, son of the gods in the tennis world.Because I heard that he himself doesn't like this slightly weaker title. After entering high school, few people call him that.

——At the same time, she is also Gancha's deceased father, the son of Yukimura Ogito's elder brother, and her cousin.

Yukimura Seichi is one year older than Gancha, and is now a sophomore in high school.

Because we spend very little time together, we couldn't say how good our relationship was before, but after Yukimura was admitted to the hospital due to acute radiculitis and Kamcha often visited, they became inexplicably close.

Even Dai Gancha got to know his teammates.After getting acquainted, she, a skipper, even helped a classmate who was struggling with English to make up lessons.

Originally, Gancha had already agreed to his invitation, and he was supposed to go to Kamakura, the venue of the competition yesterday evening, but unfortunately, the sudden commission disrupted the plan.

The reporter's commentary continued.

"How will Tezuka-san react - will he leave his "field"? "

"No, he doesn't have—this, this kind of light! It's the state of selflessness! No, not only that-this is the state of selflessness of the highest level!"

"—The perfection of seamlessness!"

Hearing the familiar words, Gan Cha laughed and glanced at the red-haired man beside him.

"If that's the case, maybe you can do it too, Odasaku-san."

The girl said jokingly: "Would you like to try it next time and fight Jingshi?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the situation on the field changed, and there was another burst of cheers from the speakers.

"Zero sense tennis!"

The reporter's face flushed with excitement: "Yukimura-kun reversely used his famous stunt "destroying the five senses" to avoid the influence of Tezuka-kun's seamless light by depriving himself of his five senses! "

"But, at the same time, he's taking the senses he needs to play tennis to the extreme - it's unbelievable! How that's done!"

The red-haired man looked thoughtfully at the potholed field next door as the camera passed.

From this point of view, tennis is indeed, as the girl said, a surreal thing similar to supernatural powers.

That being the case, if he plays with these youngsters, his ability should be able to warn, so it probably doesn't matter if he tries it.

"Ah." So he agreed in a very flat tone, and then said: "But I haven't had a chance to meet him either."

"there is!"

The girl put her hands together on the side of her face, and smiled very happily: "When I sent an email to Jingshi to apologize, he said that after the game, he happened to pass through Yokohama on his way home, and he planned to drop by with his teammates to see me. "

"Although the exact time is still uncertain, it should be within a few days."

She showed an energetic expression: "Okay, we must hurry up and solve the commission!"

Speaking of the entrustment, the girl glanced around and pulled Oda Sakunosuke's sleeve to get him closer.

Oda Sakunosuke followed her force and lowered his head, while Gancha leaned slightly, approached the man's ear, and said in a low voice, "I still plan to contact the port mafia."

There are more than three criminals over there.Although Oda Sakunosuke can fight [-] people alone, who knows if they will spread out to make trouble. If they want to arrest them, it is more appropriate to do them at the same time.

As far as she saw with her own eyes, the standards of the people from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, except Mr. Amuro, were really worrying.It's okay to do chores, but she doesn't feel at ease when she entrusts them with important things.

Although Kudo is fine, but his current body is the biggest limitation and disadvantage - if he hadn't shown her a fantasy football that is as powerful as tennis, now that Amuro Toru's movements are limited, she would have to consider whether she needs to Arrange for someone to protect him.

After all, Kudo is also a detective, and detectives need to be armed.

All in all, in order to reduce the losses of all parties and improve work efficiency, it is imperative to combine all the forces that can come in handy.

Besides, this matter was originally related to the port mafia.The organization rejected by them actually evaded their monitoring and entered Yokohama to drill around - such a matter that damages their dignity, if it is dealt with without notifying the port mafia, it may be considered as the Twilight detective agency acting as a proxy Woolen cloth.

At noon, I received the news that Fujimura had completed the customs clearance documents. She originally planned to contact the port mafia after finishing her part-time job, but Fujimura was killed suddenly.

Regarding the murderer who killed him, even though she hadn't seen the scene yet, she had two suspects.

The first one is of course the three members of the Black Organization and the unidentified intelligence dealer.And the second one is the port mafia.

But in her mind, Hong Kong gangsters are much less suspected.After all, what Fujimura arranged for the Black Organization is the passage to the Bright World, and has nothing to do with the Port Mafia—but there is still the possibility that he will be implicated as a cooperator of those who violate the wishes of the Hong Kong Black.

As long as it is confirmed that the cause of Fujimura's death has nothing to do with Hong Kong black, she will notify the people there.

The tram stopped slowly in front of it.

The two got up and walked into the car.It was not the peak season at this time, and they quickly found seats in the car where there were not many passengers, and continued the previous topic.

"That's why you didn't let him follow."

What Sakunosuke Oda said was about Kudo Shinichi who was dismissed by the girl before she left with the reason that "we can take care of this matter, please pay attention to Mr. Amuro's contact".

"Yes." Gan Cha responded and agreed with him.

"Will you meet with the helpers from Hong Kong and Black today?" Oda Sakunosuke asked.

The girl shook her head: "I don't know, I haven't sent any news yet. But the efficiency of Hong Kong gangsters has never been low, and I'm worried that they will hit the ground."

"The person who assisted us back then was the old gentleman named Hirotsu Liulang who led the black lizard, right? He is a reasonable person, and it was not difficult to communicate with him. If it was him, even if Kudo-kun saw it, it would be fine. .”

"However, who will come this time, no one knows."

The girl propped her chin up, with a distressed look on her face: "I hope it's Mr. Chuya—I've already met him by chance, the leader of the port mafia, he should also give up the policy of isolating him from our detective agency Right? If you want me to say, this kind of thing is completely unnecessary, I really don’t understand why he is so suspicious.”

"—Anyway, as long as it's not that one."

The expression on Gancha's face was a bit subtle: "That black-clothed supernatural being who calls himself the "Evil Dog", Akutagawa Ryunosuke. "

Although she had never seen this person's simple and rude style of cutting everything off, she had also heard about it - she always felt that it was a type that was not easy to cooperate with.

"However, I think the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong will not send the face on the arrest warrant to the police, right? Although it is the Tokyo police..."

She muttered something in a low voice, then nodded vigorously as if trying to convince herself.

Oda Sakunosuke remained silent.

He has some understanding of Dazai's disciple's style of work.

They played against each other before, and that was two years ago.At that time, Akutagawa, who was rescued by him from Gide, attacked him angrily and without warning when he heard his name.

——However, in the end he had a slight upper hand.

"It doesn't matter."

Oda Sakunosuke calmly comforted him.

The girl was keenly aware of the past story, her eyes fixed on him for a second, and then she bent her eyes.

"Okay." So she said with confidence.

"However, I remember—the client said that it is inconvenient to cooperate with the Mafia, right?"

Speaking of the police, Oda Sakunosuke thought of this."Is that okay?" he asked.

"That's not what he wanted to express."

The girl reminded: "What he said at the time was—"he is a policeman" and "on the surface", and he cannot cooperate with the mafia. "

Gan Cha raised a finger and said cheerfully: "However, if the detective agency conducts it in private, there won't be any procedural problems."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded thoughtfully.

"Mr. Amuro will have no objection."

A hint of mature understanding flashed across the girl's eyes: "As an undercover police officer, it's impossible to hold that kind of ignorant absolute justice."

Toru Amuro raised his pistol, frowned, and said coldly to the person in front of him, "What do you want to do?"

Pointed at the muzzle of the black hole, the young man still had an elegant smile on his face, and his voice softly comforted: "Don't be so vigilant, Mr. Amuro."

After revealing Toru Amuro's identity, for safety's sake, he also changed his address in a polite manner.

"I've always had a lot of respect for people with strong convictions."

Under Amuro Toru's apprehensive gaze, he said unhurriedly: "Even if the ideas are different, I still appreciate your behavior of dedicating yourself to the beliefs in your heart - and I am willing to contribute a little bit to you."

"If I had any malice towards you, you wouldn't be able to stand here and talk to me now, would you?"

The thin, black-haired young man spread his hands, with an extremely sincere expression on his face.

"You mean you'll help me?"

"This is really unbelievable." Toru Amuro had a warm smile on his face, but there was a hidden blade in his words.

He raised his gun and did not put it down: "What you are doing now has caused us a lot of trouble."

"Well... After all, I still have to live by buying and selling information, please understand that."

The other party smiled modestly, and said: "And what I mean by assistance is this - I must have information that you are interested in here."

"For example?" Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows.

"For example—"

"The real identity of that gentleman, who is Rum, the organization's second-in-command, and—"

The young man smiled mysteriously: "Your old enemy, the FBI undercover, is the hiding place of Shuichi Akai."

Amuro Toru's expression changed slightly.

It was an expression mixed with surprise, as if he had received a pleasant surprise.There was a hint of questioning in the gray-purple eyes looking at Fyodor.

Fyodor, who was standing opposite him, couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

There was a slight pause in the change of the other party's expression.Even if the well-trained police controlled it to milliseconds, he still noticed it.

Did he already know about Shuichi Akai?Who told him?

Ah, yes, of course, both he and that Kudo-kun have been to the detective agency.It must be Ranpo Edogawa, their famous detective with the ability of [Super Reasoning].

Speaking of which—is that kind of thing really a supernatural power?

Fyodor smiled slightly.

However, even if Toru Amuro knew about this, it didn't matter.because--

Since you choose to make this appearance in front of the other party, you must give a corresponding answer.

Toru Amuro pretended to be impressed, looked at the black-haired young man, and asked pretending to be calm: "But—you can't tell me this information for nothing, right?"

"what do you want?"

"Exactly—it's sort of a business."

The young man gave him a very uncomfortable, approving gentle look.

"I want information on the abilities of the members of the detective agency." Fyodor said with a smile, "They are a very cohesive organization. Even I, as an outsider, have many things that are hard to see."

"But for you as a collaborator and an intelligence expert in the organization, this shouldn't be too difficult."

Amuro frowned puzzled.

Now he also understands that Qin Jiu must be under the guidance of this person to call him here.The fact that he doesn't want to get along with women is bound to be false—but, he tried his best to call him, but it was for something completely irrelevant?

Is this information really as difficult to obtain as he said?

For the supernatural abilities of the members of the detective agency, there must be official records.Although there is only one name in the supernatural power column in the information about Hailao Zegancha that he himself obtained, there may be more detailed records within the supernatural power spy department.

Being able to help the organization escape the surveillance of the Mafia, knowing the identities of that gentleman and Rum, he didn't believe that the people in front of him didn't have access to these materials.

Moreover, the members of the detective agency seem to never shy away from using different abilities in front of others.Just yesterday when he was chasing the murderer playfully, he saw the legendary super reasoning and the lone singer using a notebook.

But he didn't intend to poke at that.This is a negotiation, and the right thing to do is to blur the other party's conditions and fight for your own interests.

So Toru Amuro said ambiguously, "Maybe it's like what you said."

"It's not impossible for me to do that."

He looked directly at the thin young man opposite: "Then, I ask for a deposit."

"—Tell me first, what is the drug that the organization wants to transport?"

Fyodor laughed.

"The name of the drug is WASP-5765, and the place of departure is the United States."

Under the white wool cap and black hair, the extremely handsome face is almost as pure and innocent as an angel at this moment: "I really want to help you. Can you believe my sincerity now?"

Gan Cha sat on a bench in the park with a serious expression on his face.

The sky was so overcast that even the setting sun was obscured, it seemed that it was going to rain soon.

The center of the marble pool not far away sprayed high and low water columns.Under the support of the high pressure of the water pump, the transparent water stopped in the air for a moment, and then fell limply, leaving no trace in the cloudy sky.

The red-haired man came over from the side alley, and handed the opened tuna sandwich to the girl.

"Let's eat something," he said.

"Ah, thanks."

It was already dinner time, and she was indeed a little hungry.Gan Cha reached out to take it, and took a bite absent-mindedly.

It is still as delicious as I remember, beyond the low price.

Her brain automatically gave the recipe for the seasoning - a lot of mayonnaise, a little white pepper, a little lemon juice, and a smaller amount of yellow mustard...

However, even if the taste is good, eating the same thing every day will soon get boring, right?

What's more, with Fujimura's economic situation, he can't even pay for such expensive sandwiches in convenience stores. He usually buys discounted bento and the simplest ordinary rice balls with only salt, vinegar and plums added.

In order to treat her daughter, she sold the apartment and lived a very poor life; she took risks and contacted criminal organizations, and completed the paperwork for the other party, but she failed to get the expected results and died unexpectedly.

Gancha sighed.

Sitting next to Gancha, Oda Sakunosuke, who was also holding a sandwich, glanced at her, poured a cup of barley tea bought in a convenience store, and put it in the girl's hand.

The girl was stunned for a moment, holding the hot barley tea, and smiling at the red-haired man amidst the fragrance.

The cause of Fujimura Tsuru's death is both clear and strange.

Time of death was around 01:30 PM.The surveillance personnel saw that he had gone home for a lunch break, but he hadn't left the house half an hour after working time, so they noticed something strange.

But when they broke in, it was too late.

There were no fatal traumas on the body, only some ordinary abrasions and bruises on the limbs from bumping.There are drinking glasses on the table, as well as empty foil packages.

Judging from these signs, before his death, although the reason is unknown, he was not forced to take some kind of medicine but voluntarily.

Although the contents of the stomach have not yet been analyzed, it is already certain that he died of drugs in Gancha.

Strange, exactly what that drug does.

According to the preliminary examination by the on-site forensic doctor, the cause of his death seemed to be excessive breathing caused by rapid heartbeat, which caused severe respiratory alkalosis, and he died of suffocation due to failure to receive timely rescue.

This is simply unbelievable.Hyperpnea syndrome, sweet tea is also heard.The condition causes numbness in the hands and feet, and twitching of the extremities, but was never known to be fatal.

Forensic doctors familiar with all kinds of drugs, legal or illegal, were also clueless as to the drugs that caused this.

There must still be some phenomena in the corpse that cannot be found by a rough inspection. The forensic doctor said that further autopsy will be done after returning.

And Gancha, after talking with Kudo Shinichi on the phone and asking about the effect of APTX-4869, the drug used by the organization for execution, also preliminarily confirmed that this brand-new drug with unheard of effects is probably the product that the organization wants to ship into Yokohama .

Then it is very obvious who the murderer is - except for the organization that owns the sample, the suspicion of the port mafia can already be ruled out.

And the one most likely to commit the crime among those few people is Cognac who moves freely.

The method of tricking Fujimura into taking the medicine may also be related to his daughter. There are not enough clues yet, but—although it is not fair to those who died suddenly, it is not the top priority in the current situation.

Important is another thing -

Because he had already guessed at the beginning, before setting off, Gancha called Kazami Yuya and asked him to keep an eye on Cognac.However, just now she received news that the police had lost track of him.

Kazami Yu also felt ashamed that they had lost track.

Gan Cha: "...All right."

The standard of the police is still slightly better. After all, they have not been discovered after many days of surveillance.Then it was that Cognac suddenly got advice from an expert—thinking about it this way, it might also be the credit of that person that Gin and Jiu chose the skeleton as a hiding place.

Is it the informer?Who is he?

Gan Cha thought carefully about the people who had dealt with him before, but none of them would personally go into battle to help do such a thing—but there are countless intelligence dealers in the black market, so screening like this is not enough.

It is completely useless to be extremely familiar with Yokohama.Being well-informed is an essential quality for intelligence providers.

——I always feel that with the appearance of this person, things suddenly become confusing.

But there is still something that needs to be done.Cognac's latest movement track, as well as the location where he last appeared, have been sent to her mobile phone.She and Sakunosuke Oda had already discussed that after a simple dinner, they would go there and search for it by themselves.

If you find him, you can probably understand the method of killing Fujimura Tsutomu.

As for the matter of gin, vodka, and the intelligence dealer—she has already sent a message to Hong Kong and Hei, and now she just needs to wait for a reply.

Insects flew low, and the air was filled with a slightly depressing moisture.

Feeling that the rain afterward would not be small, Gancha looked at the kimono on her body with a little pity, and it seemed that it was inevitable to get a little stained.

Gancha glanced in the direction of the convenience store, and decided to buy two umbrellas there before leaving.

The moment she turned her head away, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the woods not far away, followed by the sound of a sword piercing through the air.

The two members of the detective agency who were particularly sensitive to this immediately raised their eyes and looked in the direction of the voice with some precautions.

——then all showed surprised expressions.

In the field of vision, the dancing silver blade almost formed an unbreakable light curtain.

During the flickering of the sword, the strong pressure of the fountain's water column was forcefully broken, and a smooth road suddenly appeared in the center of the marble pool.

The dark green figure was like a flash of lightning, and like a sharp blade piercing the air, it quickly passed through the path made for him by the water waves, and landed very neatly on the ground outside the pool.

A second later, the split water column seemed to react, hurriedly moved closer to the center, and closed again.

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly, and tilted her head to look at the young man half kneeling on the ground, holding a sharp saber in his hand.

——What is this man doing?

"It's time to stand up, Mr. Iron Gut."

Mixed with the sound of splashing water, the man's voice also seemed extraordinarily cold.

A white-haired young man also wearing a dark green military uniform with a sword on his waist came out from behind the fountain and said so coolly.

"Oh."

The previous person agreed dumbfoundedly, and jumped up straight from the ground.

Gan Cha looked curiously at this strange young man.

The other party's messy brown hair was pressed under the regular military cap, his figure was straight, and his waist was thin.Although his face was extremely handsome and exquisite, for some reason, he always seemed to be a little dazed, showing a bit of a dullness that didn't match his appearance.

Under the left eye of the handsome military policeman, there is a particularly eye-catching three-point red plum blossom mark, as if carrying a dignified fragrance.

A white-haired young man wearing a single earring walked up to him with an unhappy expression on his face.

His appearance is also extremely outstanding.The smooth white hair has a faint crimson at the end, which is exactly the same color as the youthful moist lips.The closed eyes have a sly arc like a fox, and the slender silver-white eyelashes are like snow.

He frowned displeasedly and asked:

"Mr. Iron Gut, why don't you take the sidewalk here instead of going through the fountain?"

"Because this road is a straight line." The young man named Tie Chang replied frankly.

"Aren't you worried that your clothes will get wet?"

"Won't get wet. I cut the fountain open."

"Ah . . . yes. How did I forget—you're a savage."

The white-haired young man covered his forehead, gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you just drown in it?"

"Nobody drowns at that depth."

"Why didn't I just throw a stun gun in there?"

The white-haired man flattened the corners of his lips, expressionless.

The brown-haired young man thought for a while, looked at his companion, and replied, "I'll be fine if you throw it away."

White-haired man: ...

He fell silent, and a dark smile gradually appeared on his face.

"We're almost on the scene. Let's recharge before we investigate."

Not noticing his companion's expression at all, the young man with messy brown hair said so, took out a boiled egg from his pocket, and started to eat it.

——Crack, click, click?

Gan Cha, who was happily watching the bickering among the elementary school students, suddenly lost the smile on his face.

Did she get it wrong?

Her brain, which has always been able to process massive amounts of information at the same time, was blank at the moment.Looking at the young man eating boiled eggs with the shell attached not far away, the detective's analytical instinct was thrown out of the blue, and the nature of the cook has never been overwhelmingly prevailed.

——What the hell is he doing?

The girl couldn't take her eyes off the half-bitten egg.

It was a clear egg yolk and white, solid - she checked it carefully many times, and finally had to admit that it was an ordinary boiled egg, not Alice's molecular cooking egg, nor was it made into an egg bread.

In other words, it is impossible for bread to make such a crackling sound.

So - what's up with this guy?

Are the shells of boiled eggs edible?

If you have to do this... the composition of eggshells is calcium carbonate, which accounts for more than 90%, and a little sodium carbonate and hydrogen phosphate. I have learned in nutrition courses-it can also be dissolved in the stomach.

As for whether it can be eaten, it is not impossible...?But does anyone actually eat this stuff?

Ah, yes, isn't it right in front of her?

Or is it—this guy has some kind of pica?

Gancha felt a little dazed.

Among the two people over there, Tiaoye Caiju was the first to notice the girl sitting on the bench.

Blind in both eyes, his other senses became extraordinarily sharp.After the Hound Troop's once-a-month supernatural transformation operation boosted him, he could even hear the heartbeats of others and detect the breath of lies.

In this silent park, the girl's unbelievable emotion was almost like screaming, making his ears ache.

He couldn't help turning to the direction he sensed where the girl was.

Ah, there is another man beside her, and this man—seems quite extraordinary.

Tiaoye Caiju showed a gentle smile in a good mood.

Seeing his movements, Suehiro Tieshang, who was concentrating on eating boiled eggs, also looked up.

——The man with copper-colored hair is very strong.

Sitting next to him was a slender girl in a kimono.Her lips parted slightly, as if in a daze.On the pink cheeks, the flower hairpin tassels were trembling slightly, as if the bun and the thin body seemed a little precarious.

Seeing the girl's eyes fixed on his energy food, he blinked and asked kindly:

"Do you want to eat too?"

"what?"

The girl's gaze shifted to him, and her vine-purple eyes were full of bewilderment.

Suehiro thought about it for a while, and decided that this meant yes.

He took out another egg from his pocket, handed it to the girl, and said earnestly, "You are too thin. You need to eat more."

"Okay?—Thank you?"

Gancha agreed reflexively.She dazedly accepted this slightly strange gift and thanked him.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Suehiro Tetsugu nodded and walked back to Jono.

"Let's go, Jono?"

He has