Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

Yuri: It's over, he even knows my name, it seems that he has already locked the target.

The system couldn't sit still: "That, that, what should we do, Yuri?"

"Boldly estimate, I can live another meal." Without raising his head, Yuri tore off a page from his notebook, and hurriedly wrote a few lines, "Seize the last chance."

Once the pan is ready, it doesn't take long to make a tempura bowl.

The frying time of a shrimp is only 25 seconds.

Verlaine found a seat at random and sat down, like any ordinary diner, looking extraordinarily relaxed.

Holding the piece of paper in the palm of his hand, Yuri walked slowly into the kitchen.

Not long after, a bowl full of fried shrimp tempura rice bowl and a plate of vegetable tempura were placed in front of Verlaine.

On the delicate porcelain bowl with Japanese pattern, the fried golden and fluffy prawns tightly cover the rice below, shining brightly under the warm light.Because the mouth of the bowl is too small, the brightly colored shrimp tails had to protrude from the edge of the porcelain bowl.

The aroma brought by the oil flows wantonly in the store.

"I thought it was just shrimp."

However, Verlaine first looked at the vegetable tempura on the small plate beside his eyes, and raised his eyebrows.

There, sliced ​​potatoes, crispy lotus root, eggplant and pumpkin are also wrapped in a thin coat, as if attached to a veil.

"Tempura is not only made of fish and shrimp, you can also use seasonal vegetables." Yuri continued to serve him tea, "Asparagus in spring and chestnuts in autumn are good ingredients for making tempura, fresh and delicious .”

"...Actually, I still prefer European cuisine. Forget it, let's give it a try."

In the chewing sound of Kalakala, the crispy batter did not turn into batter as expected, but spread out lightly like snowflakes, leaving only the crispy taste.The fresh and plump shrimp meat on the inside has lost its delicate coat, and the combination of the two is the perfect portrayal of crispy outside and tender inside.

"Actually, tempura was invented by the Portuguese. It was brought to Japan by missionaries and sailors in the 16th century. Afterwards, it underwent localized improvements. It took hundreds of years before it evolved into such a traditional Japanese delicacy. Muro."

The warm water poured into the cup from the teapot in her hand, and the tea leaves sank to the bottom of the cup after several ups and downs in the blue tea soup.

Verlaine ate quietly without saying a word, and it was impossible to tell from the expression on his face whether he liked the dish or not.

Anxiety grew secretly in the silence, and Yuri's fingers unconsciously stroked the hem of the apron.

After a while, before she could think about the next topic, the other party suddenly took the initiative to talk to her.

"It's not easy to open a restaurant in a place like Leibo Street, right?"

"It's okay, the security level in this place has improved a lot recently, so you can open a shop with peace of mind."

For some reason, she didn't dare to mention Huang Ba in front of Verlaine and uttered these three words, feeling that something bad would happen if she said it.

"It's because I have a good friend who helped to keep the place down." Verlaine curled up his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Yuli secretly speculates about the relationship between Verlaine and Zhongye, but has no clue.

She didn't feel like Zhong knew this person.

"Tempura rice bowl, does it still taste good?"

Yuri abruptly changed the subject.

"I seem to understand a little bit - I understand why gluttony is also listed as one of the seven deadly sins."

Verlaine rested his chopsticks lightly on the edge of the shallow plate, and dabbed the corner of his lips with a paper towel in a leisurely manner, and gave an irresponsible response.

My heart sank.

"The human body is a poorly designed machine. It has to eat continuously every day to barely continue to function. Because of this, human beings project so much energy and desire on the food that originally existed only for food..."

"A lot of oil, a lot of sugar, and thousands of seasonings give people false hope of curing loneliness. The phantom satiety that only exists for a while brings a shallow pleasure like foam, and then dissipates, leaving only The emptiness and desire like a black hole, repeated every day, trapped in this cycle forever."

"...a pointless struggle in a pointless life."

He looked out the window and finally concluded thus.

...This probably means that he thinks it is quite delicious?

Gently pushing the dinner plate away, Verlaine leaned back gracefully on the back of the chair.

"I guess, the back kitchen is probably empty now. You already know why I came here? Smart little girl."

Long before the dishes were served, Yuri handed the note in his hand to Sakamoto, with an urgent message written on it, asking him to leave quietly through the back door with other people and the cat.Nanako will help them cover their tracks and escape as quickly as possible.

"Don't be too nervous, I still want to talk to you, please sit down."

His tone was brisk, as if he was really a brother next door.

"As a conscientious killer, I also investigated your situation. You are Zhongya's best friend on this street. Some people may think that you have developed more than that romantic relationship, but I don't think so."

"This is between us and has nothing to do with the rest of the shop assistants."

Yuri didn't come over, but stood a few steps away, looking straight into his eyes with a tense expression.

"...Well, if that's your last request. After all, I'm a reasonable person too."

Verlaine turned the teacup in his hand, looked sideways at her, and showed a kind smile.

Then he continued with what he had said before.

"Even though Nakaya joined the Port Mafia, he would often come back to Saibo Street. Apart from this store, I can't think of any people or things that he can be attached to on this dilapidated street."

"Interesting, there's no fear in your eyes. Is there something I don't know about?"

Verlaine thought deeply.

"It doesn't matter, it's over anyway. Friendship, food, family atmosphere... No matter what attracts him here, it doesn't matter anymore."

He raised his hand.

That hand had distinct joints, was fair and slender, and should have been a work of art worthy of careful appreciation, but at this moment, it was like the claws and wings of a monster that chilled my heart.

But it was still a beautiful hand, just like the deepest killing intent, it could also be calm and graceful.

Taking a deep breath, Yuri seized the opportunity to ask one last question.

"Who are you from Zhongye?"

"I am his brother."

The man replied.

In the next second, gravity hit her like an overwhelming force.

Zhong also fell in front of the steps.

He couldn't use his legs, and the humming sound in his ears was shaking like a sea tide. His consciousness was like a broken ship plank, sinking and drifting in the waves.

In the dizziness, he lost his sense of time.During the short or long time that seemed like a dream but not a dream, fragments of memory circled in his mind, replaying the previous images uncontrollably.

Just now, Verlaine opened the gap in the gate of hell, allowing the black fire that destroyed and created Leibo Street to reappear in the world, and the entire street corner disappeared without a trace as if swallowed by the void.

The crushing feeling of high gravity, the suffocating hallucination of being on the verge of drowning, and the severe pain that penetrates the bone marrow caused by the abnormal use of supernatural powers still remain in his body and appear alternately.

Well, maybe that's part of the illusion, too.

But there were still some clearer visions, which pierced deeply into his heart like broken blades, bringing deeper and deeper pain.

Verlaine told him that he came from 2383 lines of cold code, but an equation disguised as personality and soul.

and also……

Chuya, who was covered in bruises, managed to open his eyes, and what he saw was the dim and faded sign of the billiard bar.

He had been here not so long ago.

And now the surroundings are quiet, and no men with toy guns come out to greet him.

After breathing for a while, Chuya decided to enter the shop.

The function of the legs has not been damaged, but it is still difficult to stand upright, probably because of the symptoms of concussion.

So he can only move forward with all four limbs.

When he finally stood leaning against the door frame, in the room in front of him like a hurricane passing through, five bodies that were randomly torn to pieces like dolls were scattered on the ground.

He moved around the room, watching the faces of his companions, feeling the bitterness of exhaustion and despair, and then the rage enough to boil his soul, imprinting the horrors he had witnessed on his mind.

During the action, he suddenly noticed a piece of sticky note stuck between the cracks of the twisted and deformed floor.

As if trying to distract his attention from the corpse a few steps away, he propped himself up and moved over, taking out the note.

The rough and scribbled handwriting is the font of a fool bird.

"Party supplies list: outside food (restaurant on Leibo Street, with a telephone), some wine (brought by the public relations officer), five gun-shaped firework tubes of various models (prepared by the pianist), some billiard competition prizes..."

As the handwritten words were imprinted into my mind one by one, the sound of billiard balls clinking, the sound of wine falling into beer glasses, and the chatting and laughing of my former companions echoed and intertwined with the tinnitus, and then returned to silence.

I'm going to assassinate everyone who has anything to do with your heart.

Verlaine's cruel yet gentle words flashed through Chuya's mind like lightning.

He instantly thought of a familiar place on the note.

Zhong also was stunned, a feeling of new hope or new despair flooded into his heart that he couldn't tell whether it was new hope or new despair. After a while, he took out the surviving mobile phone from his pocket, and pressed the line on the note on the keyboard. Numbers by heart.

For a long time, no one answered.

"Hey, do you know the restaurant on Leibo Street?" Zhongya, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up, staggered a few steps, ignored the tearing pain in his leg, and grabbed the robot who was limping into the room Investigator Adam's collar was wetted by the leaking machine fluid, staring directly at Adam's artificial eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Is that bastard planning to go there?"

One of the two eyes had been broken into several pieces, and the bearings were sticking out comically.

"This machine... just now connected to the information network system of the Takase Club Headquarters on Leibo Street, and got the latest information."

There is a noticeable pause in the bot's speech, perhaps a waiting window for loading information, but it could also be a brief, true silence.

Because what he is going to say next, the other party may not want to hear.

"An hour ago, the restaurant in the center of Leibo Street suddenly caught fire and collapsed. Witnesses said that no one escaped from it."