Lost in blood

"Do you know what the charges for Baisk's fall to heaven are?" Nass asked.

Sia shook her head, "You know?"

"It's cowardice."

"Cowardly?" West Asia was a little surprised, "He used to be a seraphim battle angel, how could he fall because of cowardice?"

"His ferocity on the battlefield is precisely to cover up his inner cowardice." Nass handed him the information, "I found a sealed history book, which records some things about his past."

"I don't understand." Xi Ya frowned, "If you are cowardly, you can just call anyone and call him a murderer?"

"Bosque felt deeply guilty towards Tiffin, that's why he has always tolerated him unconditionally, not to mention that Tiffin came back this time for his birthday, so when the case happened, Bosco's first reaction must be anger And sad, so he will send people to arrest us; and when he calms down, he will be dominated by self-blame, and he will want to catch the murderer as soon as possible."

"But normal people would have this kind of reaction, isn't it strange?" Xia took out a bottle of wine from the space and poured him a glass.

"The general normal reaction should be to catch the real murderer as soon as possible, not to catch the murderer." Nass took the glass, "But Bisque is an exception. His heart is too cowardly, and he can't bear to be blamed and annoyed for a long time." Suffering from pain, anger, and grief, that's why he desperately wants to close the case; in other words, he doesn't need to find the real murderer of Tiffin, he just needs to find a murderer who can deceive himself and others to comfort himself, and has avenged Tiffin."

"What a lunatic." Sia shook her head.

"If the case is not closed, he will really go crazy." Nass sighed, "Not everyone has a strong heart. If the load exceeds the carrying range, you need to find a channel to vent. No one will make it difficult for themselves, It's instinct."

"Isn't Casta very pitiful?" Xia pouted. Originally, the boss did a good job, but he became a death row inexplicably. The gap is too big.

"I don't think he is pitiful at all." Nass gritted his teeth, "Based on the painting on his wall, ten deaths are not too much!"

Sia muttered, that's fashion!

"What did you say?" Nass frowned.

"I said I was hungry." Xia was innocent, "All Casta's industries have been blocked, where are we going to eat?"

"I'll make it for you." Nass stood up, "Even if Bisque doesn't welcome us, it shouldn't be a problem to borrow a kitchen. What do you want to eat?"

"Kung Pao Chicken." Xi Ya swallowed.

"...What is that?" Nass asked shamelessly.

"A delicacy from the Eastern Continent." West Asia's eyes were full of longing, "Han once made it for everyone before."

"Han?" Nass couldn't find the name in his memory.

"Just like you, he used to be a human being, but later became a dark spirit. Now he is the sub-head of the Demon Legion, and he is the only one of your kind." West Asia took his arm, "I will introduce you next time. By the way, he I also worked as a special soldier in the army of the human world, you have so many things in common, if he knows it, you must do it too?!"

Seeing the trust in his eyes, Nass really couldn't say no.

What's more, what kind of man is he who can't even feed his lover.

So Nass placed Sia in the dining room, went into the kitchen by himself, and picked up the head chef wearing a tall hat, "Can you make Kung Pao Chicken?"

"..." A senior chef will never admit that there are dishes he has never heard of, but the bewilderment in his eyes still reveals his inner thoughts.

"Then who here has been to the East?"

"He!" The head chef called a dwarf over, "His name is Smecta, and he was smuggled from the Eastern Continent!"

"Can you make Kung Pao Chicken?" Nass carried him to the table.

"What is Kung Pao Chicken? Hmph!" The dwarf raised his head proudly, "I only make kimchi!"

"Kimchi?" For the first time, Nas felt that he didn't know enough about the East, "Is it similar to Kung Pao Chicken?" After all, he came from the same area, so it shouldn't be too different.

"This is it." The chef handed him a jar.

Before Nas took it and opened it, the dwarf started screaming, "No way!"

Unfortunately, one step too late, Nass still lifted the lid.

Smecta was on the verge of collapse in an instant, "That's the work I used to participate in the kimchi competition! You opened it before it was fermented! You lunatic! I want a gold medal! I want to appeal to the organizing committee! I want to sit in and demonstrate ! I want a special prize!"

Looking at the can of Chinese cabbage, Nass was sure that it had nothing to do with chicken.

"Would you do anything else?" Nass asked.

Smecta stared at him angrily, his eyes were about to burn, obviously still immersed in the grief and indignation of losing the medal in the pickle contest.

"Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know those cabbages were so important to you." Nas put his hands on the table, bent down and looked at him, "I will make up for your loss, but tell me now, you, still, Will, do, what, what?"

Gritting his teeth in the last few words fully reflected the anger of the Dark Lord at this time.

"...I, I can still make... pickled radish." The dwarf was very nervous.

"How is it different from the cabbage just now?" Nass asked.

"Of course there is a difference." The dwarf puffed up his chest, "The raw material has been replaced with radishes!"

Nas clenched his fists to prevent himself from crushing the table, "Is there anything that doesn't need to be soaked?"

"... Bibimbap." Smecta thought for a long time, and finally found something, "how to do it."

"Rice, kimchi, pickled radish, chili sauce—"

"Why are these things still there?" Nass interrupted him through gritted teeth.

"..." The proud food was questioned one after another, and the dwarf felt that he had been insulted, so he tried hard to fight back, "Our country is the most powerful place in the east. The world is our Smecta!"

Nas was extremely annoyed, this man was obviously brain-dead, and he had wasted so much time with him, so he directly threw it into the trash can with his collar.

"I want to sue you!" Smecta was furious, waving his hands desperately.

Nas simply kicked the trash can out.

"Sir, maybe I know what to do." A black-haired boy gently tugged at his sleeve.

"You?" Nass was a little surprised, "Are you also a chef?"

"No, I'm only in charge of washing fruits." The boy was a little shy, "But I like oriental culture very much, and I have a cookbook."

Regardless of whether it was true or not, this person seemed to be more reliable than that Smecta, so Nass readily chose to believe him.

"It's a pity that there are no peanuts, but the taste should not be too bad." The boy took out some seasoning from the cupboard, "I asked a friend to buy this in China."

"What am I going to do?" Nass rolled up his sleeves.

"Peel the chicken and cut it into small cubes." The boy stood by and taught him how to do it step by step.

The procedure was not complicated, and Nass quickly prepared a dish; so he pursued the victory and found several other dishes in the recipes, and cooked a whole table.

"Your lover will be very happy." The boy smiled at him while washing the dishes.

"Thank you." Nass asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Morrie." The boy wiped his hands.

"Why can you only wash fruits, and that psychopath who can only pickles is actually a third-level chef?" Nass was a little puzzled.

"I'm an orphan." Morrie stuck out his tongue. "It's almost a pleasure to work here. Nice to meet you. Goodbye."

Nas waved at him, and walked out of the kitchen with the plate.

"You bastard, pull me out of the trash can!" The dwarf was still struggling outside the door. "There is a sawtooth frog in the bucket, and it is biting my ass! Oh! Shut up! You Damn frog! My stepfather in America is the overlord of the world, Smecta. Believe it or not, I will let him destroy your entire clan, Smecta! You bastard! Shut up, Smecta!"

Nas continued to kick him up and kicked him directly onto the garbage truck.

In the restaurant, Xiya was in a daze with her cheeks on her hands.

"Sorry, it's a bit late." Nass put the plate on the table, "Is this what you want?"

"Really?" Sia was surprised.

"I know what you need." Nass smiled, "There is a little guy in the kitchen who taught me a lot, and he even taught me how to cook traditional rice."

"The taste is not bad!" Xi Ya licked her finger in satisfaction, "It should be paired with oriental spirits, but unfortunately I didn't bring it."

"I'll make it for you next time I go back." Nass sat beside him, "The Eastern Continent seems very interesting, let's go and see it when we have time."

Xi Ya nodded and leaned up to kiss him with a smile.

Although the lack of chopsticks is not enough for Dongfang, but West Asia is still full of food, so she is very nervous, "Help me see, is the waist still there?"

"Where will he go if he's not here?" Nass was amused, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, "Let's go for a walk."

"Stop looking at the case?" Sia asked.

"I have some doubts about going to the scene of the crime." Nass led him out.

"Just finished eating, do you have to go to such a disgusting place?" Xi Ya said with a bitter face.

"I go alone?" Nass suggested.

"Of course not!" Xia resolutely refused, "Okay, I'll accompany you!"

"It's still early, let's walk slowly." Nass kissed his forehead, "Before arriving at the scene of the crime, you can treat this purely as a date walk between lovers."

"It's a good proposal." Xia took his hand, "Let's go, let's go on a date!"

If you ignore the end of this section of the road, it doesn't feel bad to walk on the breezy street.

"The products here are not barren, but the people are so poor." West Asia felt a little regretful.

"I've said long ago that Bisque is definitely not a qualified castellan." Nass took his shoulders, "But we'll talk about this later. Now that we're dating, why don't we talk about something else?"