On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

[I made a wish in the darkness. 】

"Qing Huai!"

Splitting headache.

"Qing Huai!"

The curtains were pulled open with a swipe.

He woke up suddenly, a large piece of golden sunlight sprinkled on his face, dispelling the suffocating feeling of cold hands and feet in the dream.

The young man's pure black forehead hair was messy on the top of his head. It hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and it fell down below his eyes.

"Really, today is the day to go."

Qing Huai stared blankly at the figure who was tying the curtains in front of the window, her temples throbbing and throbbing, as if something was about to happen.

"Master." His voice was a little hoarse, and he coughed twice.

"Oh, is it a cold?" The woman turned around and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead anxiously, but there was no fever.

She frowned, "Are you having nightmares again?"

Qinghuai thought for a while and replied, "No."

He told a harmless little lie. After all, if the teacher knew that he was still having nightmares, she might cancel the ticket immediately and tie him up to see a psychiatrist. This kind of thing has obviously happened once, and the doctor said it was due to the mental illness after a car accident. trauma.

After waking up from a coma in the ICU for three days after a car accident, he always had the same dream.I dreamed that he was in the darkness, sometimes he could not reach the end when he stepped on the ground, but sometimes he seemed to be stepping on the void suddenly, falling down without stopping.

He seemed to have forgotten many things, but in fact he could not find what he thought was a gap in his memory.

The senior brother said that he has been a little distracted since the car accident, and he comforted him because he just missed the MasterChef competition, it's okay to hold it every two years.

Qinghuai didn't think that missing that kind of game would be regrettable to the point of having nightmares every day.

Master signed him up for the East Asian Cuisine Contest last month, and the champion has a higher gold content, which is just a test to see whether his cooking skills have deteriorated after the car accident and rest for so long.

The competition was held in Yokohama, Japan, and just a week later, my wife specially booked him a first-class cabin for today, letting him get used to it for a week.

"There are still six hours to board the plane, pack your luggage quickly." Seeing that Qing Huai was still sitting on the bed in a daze, "Your master and I will make arrangements for the restaurant first, and wait for your competition to start." Come to see you."

Qinghuai shook her head, and finally regained her senses, "Didn't Master say to come back after entering the finals?"

"Listen to him being stubborn!" said the teacher, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Qinghuai stretched, dragged out a suitcase from under the bed, opened the closet and began to choose clothes.

"It's hot over there, bring more short sleeves, and bring the suit that your master customized for you for the last competition, what a pity you didn't wear it once!" Concerns about youth, "Hey - don't bring that dress, it's such a hot day!"

Qinghuai paused with her fingers, brushing across the camel windbreaker hanging in the closet.

The hem of the windbreaker still had some solidified dirt. It had been washed many times, but it was still not clean.

"It should have been thrown away a long time ago, and I don't know why you like it so much." The teacher said, "It was the same in the car accident. The nurse said that you were carried on the stretcher and you held on tightly..."

Qinghuai has heard this story many times, but he has no impression at all, and he doesn't know the origin of this windbreaker that is one size larger than his own.

But he washed it and hung it in the closet.

"Wear more short sleeves." Mistress reminded again.

Qinghuai nodded, and quietly stuffed the worn windbreaker into the bottom of the suitcase.

"Your handkerchief is also dry." Mistress added, "Remember to go to the balcony to take it off. By the way, I heard that the beach in Yokohama has strong ultraviolet rays, so you should also bring sunscreen!"

"Master..." Qinghuai felt helpless, "We won't go to the beach to compete."

He quickly packed the suitcase and put the sun-dried handkerchief into his pocket.

This is also his habit after the car accident. No wonder the senior brother said he was in a daze, even Qinghuai himself couldn't tell where all the objects that suddenly appeared around him came from.

For example, the dirty windbreaker and the handkerchief in the pocket, or the brass bullet hanging around the neck.

The only thing that is certain is that he will feel relaxed when he touches these objects, like a talisman given by heaven after a car accident.

Qing Huai's flight was at [-]:[-] p.m., and it arrived at Tokyo Airport in Japan just after [-]:[-] p.m.

He booked a hotel nearby early, decided to rest for one night, and then take the Shinkansen to Yokohama to visit the competition venue tomorrow.

As the head chef of a high-end restaurant, he has never been short of money since he was an adult. Master not only paid him a normal salary, but also transferred a large number of shares to his name. Even if he does not go to work every month, he can get a lot of money income.

So Qinghuai decided on the highest-end hotel in Tokyo without hesitation. I heard that it is owned by a noble family named Gojo in Japan. good place.

Qinghuai was dragging the suitcase, with soy sauce balls bought at the airport convenience store in her mouth, and she was looking at the navigation on her mobile phone in one hand.

"Walk 400 meters east and turn left..." Qinghuai followed the direction of the map, walked 400 meters east and turned left——

The young man was puzzled, "Huh?"

There was a narrow alley in front of him. He lowered his head and looked at the map again. The navigation did show this direction. It seemed to be the shortest route. Walking a hundred meters to the north was the main entrance of the hotel.

If you take the main road, it will take an extra 10 minutes.

Qinghuai dragged the suitcase, thought for a while, and felt that he would not encounter any danger walking here as a big man, so he walked into the alley.

The night in Tokyo in June has become sweltering, and Qinghuai felt hot even in thin short-sleeves, but as soon as he entered the alley, the air suddenly turned cold.

A layer of goosebumps appeared on the young man's arms, and he frowned.

The wheels of the suitcase rolled on the concrete floor, making a gurgling sound, which stopped with his footsteps.

The sense of crisis suddenly hit, Qinghuai took a step back, thinking it would be better to take the big road, I heard that the Japanese mafia is a legitimate business, so it would not be bad if there was a robbery.

He was about to turn around when the back of his head slammed into the wall.

--what happened?

Qinghuai subconsciously pinched the bullet pendant on her chest, and the place she just entered turned into a thick wall.

It was clearly coming in from here just now.

The young man's eyelids twitched, and he wondered, wouldn't the Japanese Sadako know how to hit a wall?

The road ahead was pitch black, and there was no light overhead.The only mobile phone he pinned his hopes on seemed to be dead, and he couldn't press the screen to turn it on.

Qinghuai's face was pale, and he didn't understand why he had to encounter these unexpected situations every time before participating in the competition.

Staying where he was was not an option, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.

Fortunately, the alley is just a narrow passage, and there is always nothing wrong with walking forward in the dark.

The concrete floor under his feet was uneven, and the stumbling sound of the suitcase being dragged behind him scared Qing Huai several times.

Just when he thought he was going to be unable to get out of this dark ghost wall, the bright neon tore the darkness.

Qinghuai squinted her eyes, covered her eyes with the back of her hands, adapting to the sudden light.

"Where did the kid come from?" A man's voice came from ahead, "It's really late and I have to work overtime..."

He was against the light, and his yellow hair shone golden in the dancing neon lights.

Qinghuai clenched her back molars, suppressing her fear.He saw a strange creature lying on the ground not far away, a bit like a mutated octopus, but each tentacle was covered with sharp thorns.

The man put away the knife in his hand, and the cut monster curled up and disappeared into the air.

It's too weird.

"It's really troublesome." The man fastened the tie that was loosened during the fight, and raised his glasses, "Hey, over there, leave quickly."

Qing Huai subconsciously took two steps forward, but obviously hesitated when passing by the place where the monster disappeared.

The man raised his eyebrows, "Can you see it?"

Qing Huai paused in place, looking at the knife in the opponent's hand, not knowing which answer he was saying would not be slaughtered.

Seeing his hesitation, the other party sighed, turned around and left, "Forget it, if you report to Yi Dizhi, that guy will have to work overtime again..."

"..." Qinghuai breathed a sigh of relief, the mafia didn't seem to be very willing to deal with people.

——But do the Mafia also hate overtime so much?

The young man quickly left the place while thinking, thinking that there are social animals in all walks of life, even such illegal and criminal organizations are no exception.

He slept comfortably in the hotel, and did not get up until 08:30 the next morning. He had a leisurely breakfast and bought a ticket to Yokohama. Anyway, the time was long enough for him to take a short trip, saying Maybe I can visit Yamashita Park and Chinatown...

Where Qing Huai didn't notice, someone secretly took his photo with his mobile phone.

Save.

The man wearing sunglasses sat on the railing at the top of Tokyo Tower, took out a freshly baked taiyaki from the paper bag beside him, and took a warm bite.

He typed slowly with one hand, and even packaged the pictures and sent them to the note named "Bandage Kid".

"Didn't Mr. Dazai come today?" Atsushi Nakajima sighed. Since the "wormhole incident" happened more than a month ago and the owner of the izakaya across the street disappeared, Mr. Dazai has been elusive. He is often not seen.

The man in detective costume held a pocky in his mouth and said, "Even Dazai can't bear this kind of blow. After all, it's my first love."

The silver-haired boy lay on the table, "But today is Mr. Dazai's birthday, and Kyoka carefully made a cake and prepared it for him..."

Kunikida Doppo wrote down something in his notebook, and interjected, "Even if it's his birthday, he probably wouldn't be in the mood to go there—"

"Good morning, everyone!" The door of the Armed Detective Agency was pushed open with a bang, shaking off a pile of documents on the desk.

A man with black hair and kite eyes appeared in front of everyone with a radiant spirit and raised his hand in greeting.

"Mr... Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima exclaimed in surprise.

Kunikida Doppo raised his head from a pile of documents, and was still taken aback when he saw Osamu Dazai.

As a partner, he couldn't be more clear, even though it seemed indifferent on the surface, but——

"Kunikida, why do you always look like an ascetic?" Osamu Dazai slapped the desk, shaking off the documents he had just sorted out again, "If you don't smile at this age, the wrinkles on your face will fade away." Grow to the ground!"

Kunikida Doppo: "..." Even though he is younger than him, why does the person in front of him have any reason to say such big words.

"Dazai." Edogawa Ranpo still squinted his eyes as usual, "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?" The black-haired man was puzzled, "If you mean that I am one year older, it is indeed a pity—"

"But the thought of receiving a birthday present today makes me so excited that I can't sleep..."

"But you didn't go home at all yesterday." Edogawa paused in disorder, "The wine stains on the shirt are still there, Dazai."

Kunikida Doppo frowned fiercely, because even Osamu Dazai always said that he was good at drinking, but since he met him, he hadn't seen him drink much at all. As for the hangover outside, Kunikida Kida generally believed that he was looking for a place to study suicide methods on the nights when he disappeared.

——The bandage man seemed really sad.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, "...drinking is to, um, to celebrate that I have lived another year."

Atsushi Nakajima looked at him worriedly.

The black-haired man turned his head, "Hey, here's a text message."

No one debunked his shoddy excuses.

Osamu Dazai's cell phone vibrated just now, and the man clicked on the screen, and it was Baimao's message.

——Why did that guy suddenly contact me?

The bright white text message interface was reflected in the kite eyes, and his pupils constricted.

【Look, it's your boyfriend~[/Love]】

Osamu Dazai clicked on the attached picture, and suddenly raised his head three seconds later.

"What's the matter, Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima stared at the other party's serious expression.

"No, it's nothing." Osamu Dazai clenched his phone tightly, "I have a little something to do, so I won't come back to eat cake."

Before the words fell, the man disappeared in front of everyone.

Atsushi Nakajima:?

"Probably something happy happened." Edogawa Ranpo said with a smile.