After seeing off the police, Anthony and Little Gust returned to the Champs Elysees.

"You guys have been delayed for a long time today, go to rest early." Pipiku comforted them, "There is no need to worry about that villain Via. What does his death have to do with us? Those policemen are really blind here. Delay things!"

"Pippi..." Little Gust's smile was a bit forced. The sheriff had already told him that Via committed suicide because the other party felt guilty and regretted what he had done.

But he really couldn't understand, why didn't he regret it before, but now he suddenly said regret, and then died?

"Okay, don't mention that spoiler. I'll just stay and comfort Augusta." Anthony glanced at the pale little Gust, and angrily beat Pippi away with a broom.

"That's right, Pippi can't talk too much!" Another Champs employee squeezed the little man away and handed over the hot vegetable soup, "You haven't eaten yet. Come, drink Warm up."

Swallowing a bowl of warm vegetable soup, taking a hot bath, the mood that has been fluctuating, finally calmed down slowly.

When those employees left one by one, only Gust and Anthony were left in the room.

Anthony came down, boiled a pot of black tea with hot water, added milk and handed it to Little Gust.

"Thank you, Anthony." Little Gust held the cup of hot tea. He took a deep breath, opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally he mustered up the courage to ask, "You have nothing to do with me. Explained?"

"Huh? What can I explain?" Anthony asked back.

"...You really don't know anything about this?" Little August raised his head, his expression hesitant.

"..." Anthony paused as he poured himself tea.

"I don't know." He looked cold, "But he did ask me to give you something before. I didn't know why at the time, but now I know."

"……what?"

Anthony put down his teacup, bent down and opened the cabinet at the bottom of the room, and took out a thick letter.

"This is his memory record, all the cooking knowledge points taught to him by Old Gust, as well as notes, his own experience summary and precautions."

The notebook is very thick, with spots, oil stains and wrinkles on it. It took a lot of painstaking effort for the recorder to read it.

"..." Little Gust took the cookbook in silence, and the first page read 'Vegetable Soup'.

"So did he really commit suicide?" He asked back, his tone trembling, "Why did suicide cause so many burns? This is not in line with common sense..."

"Why... If he is really guilty, wouldn't it be good to go back to Champs Elysees? We will always welcome him..."

"Father expects him to develop Champs Elysees."

Anthony looked away silently: "It's suicide."

This point, he knows best.

This afternoon, upstairs is the place where the president of Animation City held a banquet, and next to it is the busy kitchen. Anthony never thought that one day he would be here and appear in front of the other party in this way.

This day is a day that Anthony will never forget in his life, and it is also the most colorful stroke in his life.

The weirdest, twisted, unbelievable day ever.

"...Why did you do this?" Anthony finally couldn't help asking.

"I have a reason to do this." The slightly curly-haired man laughed at himself, and he boiled the pot of hot oil, "If the police find anything, just tell the truth."

"You wanted to kill me at first, vent your anger for little Gust."

"So in order to clear the suspicion of Little Gust, you shouldn't mind doing this for me?"

Only at this moment did Via shed the smooth philistine she had been pretending to be, revealing a sharp and dangerous inside.

"...I can watch you die with my own eyes. I wish for it." Anthony's face was calm and his voice was vicious, but his trembling fingers showed that everything was not that simple.

"Oh, thank you so much." Via didn't care about Anthony's attitude.He smiled, "Okay, even if you want to help me, you can't do it."

"I have already eaten the poison before I came, and I will go to the freezer by myself, so that I can't judge the time of death..."

"You just need to help me get rid of this pot of hot oil."

With a calm face, he scooped up a spoonful of boiling oil and poured it on himself. He had to clean up all the traces that would reveal his identity before he died.

Including those secret marks and patterns, as well as the scars that ordinary people would leave at first glance.

He felt that his whole body was in great pain, terribly painful, but his heart was extremely smooth and relaxed.

The scene in front of him made Anthony's teeth sour, his whole body trembling, his teeth collided, and he couldn't speak clearly.

"If you're afraid, don't watch it. I've said it several times before. When I call you, just come in and take the oil away..." Via also broke out in a cold sweat, and he definitely didn't express his feelings that much. easy.

"I'm going to find Master." He waved his hand easily.

"Hmph, he...wouldn't be willing to...see you!"

Anthony finally couldn't hold back, and his tone was broken: "What's the matter with you! Can't you tell it! Tell us and let's solve it together!"

"...Sorry." Via said calmly, "If you don't want little Gust to be caught by the police, then give up your ridiculous ideas. Don't call the police before others find out about it..."

"And your tears, buddy, be careful, don't stay here, don't leave evidence..."

"Remember to get rid of the hair and fingerprints on the balcony before you leave. But don't deal with the traces on the Champs Elysees."

Via watched as the other party took away the pot of hot oil, disposed of the oil, cleaned up fingerprints and footprints, and returned to the freezer.

"It's a big trouble." He smiled wryly, "Why, such a coincidence... just today..."

He put the note he had prepared on the appointed place, and found a comfortable place to lie down in.

Before his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to hear a small sound coming from the position of the vent, and someone jumped down nimbly from above, taking away the note he had prepared.

"Good luck... I hope you don't get caught by those policemen..."

"..."

After being interrogated several times, Leon Buchzi left the Via restaurant without any evidence.

She rejected the suggestion of her attentive colleagues to send her back, found a juice shop at random, and ordered a glass of lemonade.

While she waited, she pulled out the slip of paper hidden in the hem of her bra, which was not long.

'Please tell my country, I love it, I don't regret what I did, but I can't go on.sorry dear. '

Leon's expression was cold, she soaked the note into the juice, and with the juice, vigorously stirred it with a spoon until it became a mash.

I will not feel sorry for you at all, my stupid brother.

She put down the tip and left the juice shop. When she went out, she felt that it was extremely cold outside.

Even though winter hadn't arrived yet, the cold wind pierced the bones everywhere, like densely packed steel needles, the pain penetrated into the bones.

Cars and pedestrians come and go, but she can't find her own place.

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The author has something to say:

Via's episode is here, not counting the number of words.

I am a spy.

A spy carefully cultivated by my motherland to protect my motherland.

The dim light was flickering, the curly-haired chef was holding a pen, his eyes were heavy but shining with light, recalling his past records.

"I am very much in favor of this, sacrificing the interests of the few, protecting the place I love, my hometown."

"I've been doing really well, and I'm the one with the best grades in that group."

"In order to avoid suspicion, I basically did not prepare anything. In the cold winter, wandering and wandering on the street, feeling the taste of hunger and anxious appetite..."

"I didn't choose the Champs Elysees as my goal at the beginning, because it was just an inconspicuous small restaurant."

"But his smile got me. He took me for one of those poor stowaways."

"He gave me a steaming bowl of vegetable soup. I've never tasted such delicious food. It was the first time I left my hometown, and this bowl of soup gave me a taste of home."

"I hesitated, I wanted to learn this bowl of soup before leaving, so I stayed..."

"Even if I never regret this decision at the beginning, I will never choose to stay again if I do it again."

"I found out that this chef actually knows people in the army and has friends in government affairs. I was moved."

"I relied on pretending to be pitiful and crying about my helplessness, so Mr. Gust resisted all the arguments and kept me."

"He treated me really well. The instructors I used to be at the training base only cared about whether my grades were good or not, and whether I met the standards. Teacher Gust really seemed to treat me as his child..."

"I don't care about that."

"I came into contact with a lot of useful information. Through the conversations of those people, I learned about their network and even successfully stole their work documents several times."

"This day, I will never forget this day. Teacher Gust was invited to that place as the head chef to prepare a dinner for them."

"This is the most valuable information I have obtained. This is the pinnacle of my undercover career! Even if I am exposed, I will die without regret."

"I didn't expose..."

"I found out that the police came to drink tea with old Mr. Gust, and I didn't know what happened."

"I'm glad they didn't find anything!"

"They obviously found nothing..."

"But why! Old Gust is dead!"

"He obviously doesn't know anything!"

"Damn heart disease! I saw his pitch-black fingertips! That's poison!"

"Those forensic doctors are lying to ghosts! They are all talking nonsense!"

"...I want revenge, but I am not qualified at all."

"I feel like I'm really a big fool, and I don't know what I'm doing writing this letter that is destined not to stay."

"I'm such a failed undercover..."

"My instructors taught me that those who have a different nationality from ours are our enemies. We should treat them ruthlessly. Because when war comes, they are the accomplices of the enemy."

"We shouldn't have any feelings for them, let alone indulge in the warm illusion created..."

"I'm a total loser... I can't even be called the number one student..."

"My motherland has contacted me again... They want me to hold the Champs Elysees in their hands..."

"I don't want to hear those three words."

"It happened that President George came to me, and he wanted to poach someone, so I followed suit and moved to another place."

"But even so! They still don't want to let Champs go..."

"They urged me to get that brand back quickly because the top executives like these nostalgic accents..."

"But how can I bear it...Master Gust has raised me for more than ten years and has never treated me badly."

"Even if I have a bad temper and a dark temper, he is willing to listen to me patiently and teach me bit by bit..."

"This is the brand that he would rather use death to clear the suspicion! This is his painstaking effort!"

"He thought that if he was dead, the police wouldn't be suspicious here. With my skills and little Gust's temper, Champs can continue!"

"But the ridiculous thing is that the client he chose - me, is the reason why it can't continue..."

"Those contacts are urging me again... They think I've been lurking long enough. They are very satisfied with the last report and want me to get in touch with more high-level people... Through the word-of-mouth of the old brand Champs Elysees, You can even freely enter and exit the residences of those leaders!"

"The last intelligence report cleared my suspicion with the blood of Old Gust! They even thought I did a good job! They even thought that I deliberately pushed the clues to Old Gust!"

"I have no way to refuse. I don't know how many eyes are mixed in in my restaurant. I don't dare to have any good colors for Champs Elysees."

"I hope that the Champs will be closed soon, Gust will escape quickly, and I hope that this last memory will not disappear"

"..."

"Why didn't I expose it at the beginning?"

"..."

"Sorry, my country, I have let you down."

"I love you my country, my sister, but I'm so tired..."

"I want to give this suicide note to Augusta. I am sorry for him. I am ashamed of the upbringing of old Gust, but I know that this letter will never reach his hands..."

"I heard that the Champs Elysees restaurant was acquired by someone. So don't worry that Gust will be affected by me and lose his job, and my restaurant will also lose its reputation because of death. No one is willing to take it over. Become a waste chess..."

"No one can take advantage of the Champs Elysees anymore."

"No one can trample on the painstaking efforts of Teacher Gust."

After writing the last punctuation, Via lit the candlestick next to her, rolled the whole paper into a ball, and watched it burn to ashes little by little.

The author has something to say: It is obviously a story that I think is very touching, but I wrote it so stupidly... (a bit ashamed)

感谢在2021-11-0306:12:12~2021-11-0311:58:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: the same one as before;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Qishan Youmuzhi 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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