Bandage fine tricks

"This is the taste! It's been a long time since I went abroad... I really miss it..." In the restaurant, Mr. Hino was full of emotion, scooped up another bowl, dipped it in bread, and said, "Borscht— —I often ate this in Shanghai when I was young.”

"Is this Chinese food?" The girl on the side showed a curious and puzzled expression, looking at the bread served with the borscht soup, "Although I don't know much about Chinese food, the only ones I have are only recently. I just found out, but, can Chinese cuisine be served with bread?"

She showed an expression of reminiscence: "International students I know told me that they usually eat rice or flour, a staple food called 'steamed buns', although it is a bit like bread, it is also made of flour, but it is absolutely Not bread."

——Nana Midorikawa is Japanese, so that's all I know about it.

At least that's the intellectual impression set by this person.

"You don't know this. This dish is called borscht. It really didn't come from flower growers. It originated from the Soviet Union. After the October Revolution, many Soviets came to Shanghai and brought dishes from their hometown to Shanghai. Well, borscht took root in Shanghai under such circumstances—but at that time it was still called borscht. It was said to be soup, but it was more like a main dish, and it became the staple food when served with some bread.” Mr. Hino said with a smile that he likes to show himself in front of those who have little knowledge. "Many children who grew up in Shanghai have such a bowl of soup in their memory, with buns, which is a meal."

The girl showed a proper appearance of admiring the knowledgeable senior, which made him even more ecstatic - who can refuse to be looked at with admiration by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old young, beautiful and very beautiful female high school student?

He ate the meal very comfortably, and was even a little annoyed that he had noticed that he seemed to be investigating something recently, but he didn't dare to approach the other party too quickly because he was worried about revealing the truth.

After getting in touch with her now, Ms. Luchuan is not much different from other women—but she is indeed more knowledgeable and interesting than most women.

Guests are happy.

Mr. Hino was in a good mood and waved to the very witty girl whom he had just given a hand to, and got into the taxi that the other party had called in advance and was waiting to take her off. The taxi fare in Japan is very expensive, and it is even more difficult to make an appointment in advance. It needs to pay an extra fee, and the other party's intentions are really reflected in every detail, even if he is as picky as he is, there is nothing wrong with it.

What he didn't know was that after saying goodbye to him and watching the taxi leave his field of vision, the girl turned around and walked to the sidewalk when she called Ling Gu Ling: "It's him."

"confirmed?"

"Well, you can start."

"How do you judge?" Jiang Gu Ling was really curious.

"The head chef of that shop is from Harbin, a flower grower. He learned the authentic Russian-style beetroot recipe. The beets and even the sausages added are Harbin red sausages. The Russian-style beetroot soup is spicy and sour. It’s sweeter than sweet, and Shanghainese are not used to it.” Nana recalled what happened on the table just now, and said, “Plus, this dish was introduced in the last century, when transportation was inconvenient and it was not easy to purchase raw materials, so after it was introduced to Shanghai , the ingredients that are not convenient to purchase are replaced by others, and the taste gradually changes according to the preferences of the local people, and finally a unique Shanghai-style borscht is formed.”

Sour and sweet, sweet and fragrant, fat but not greasy, fresh and smooth.

The store served Russian borscht, not the Shanghai style borscht in the target description.

But he said that this is the taste in his memory.

——So it can basically be concluded that the place where the other party lived when he was a child is absolutely impossible to be Shanghai.

not to mention--

"A few people who really love to grow cauliflower will come to this place to eat Chinese food... They either eat Japanese ramen, or cook at home." Nana complained blankly.

Makes sense.

Jiang Gu Lingxin said, and immediately made arrangements in his hands: act before the target notices!

In the end, he couldn't help asking: "Nai Nai knows this well... Did you grow up in a flower gardener?" He thought of the BCG scar marks on Nana's body, and became more curious about her origin.

"No, it's just a coincidence." Nana said casually. The sea breeze in Yokohama brushed her long hair away, revealing the girl's clean and beautiful side face and soft jaw curve. Using the information, the 'Majin' is very good at making borscht!"

It's even pretty tasty.

Jiang Guling: "...?"

Why did the leader of the House of the Dead suddenly get involved—although they are indeed tracking down each other's whereabouts right now—but what will the leader of the House of the Dead do?

...Wait, why did Nana know about such a private matter?

"That's right, Dazai-sama, we have locked our target on the following seven people..."

After he introduced the situation of the seven people one by one, he finally heard the reply from his boss:

"Seven?"

Dazai Osamu's voice couldn't tell whether it was dissatisfaction or praise, according to their understanding of this moody boss...

The head of the black suit holding the intelligence team's head bald for a week and finally produced the report suddenly dripped with sweat: "I'm very hug..."

"Forget it, what is she doing?"

Osamu Dazai did not say who this "she" is, but the black suit who has often received similar tasks during this period has already clearly known who this "she" is: "Miss Midorikawa is at a family in Yokohama Chinatown at noon today. Inviting Mr. Hino to lunch in the private kitchen..."

"Mr. Hino?" Osamu Dazai turned his gaze.

In the content of the subordinate's report just now, there is no one whose surname is Hino.

The black suit hurriedly told the news about Akihito Hino that was investigated overnight - after being preempted by the girl named Midorikawa Nana many times, the intelligence team finally learned to investigate her side before the boss gave orders people in contact with.

That's how Akihito Hino came into their sight.

Mixed blood between Japan and China, grew up in the country across the sea, returned to the country where his father lived as an adult, and relied on his own talent to get to where he is today in a difficult environment without family support. If there is no accident, it will take four years. Within a short time, he could win a seat in the council - there are rumors that the Hino family has been trying to court this once abandoned son of theirs recently.

The black suit finished talking about all the news he could get, but he didn't hear the voice of his boss, and suddenly he felt uneasy: Yes, did something leak?

After a while, he heard the seemingly tired but indifferent voice of his boss: "...So, she was already leading the way, and she almost took you by the hand. How did you go, and you finally found out such a thing?"

——She would not entertain anyone for no reason at such a juncture. She would do so, mostly because she suspected that Akihito Hino was one of the eyeliners planted by the Mouse of the Dead House in Yokohama.

Still very important.

The intelligence team, which had been beaten several times by Osamu Dazai, finally rose up this time. The investigation found that Nana Midorikawa had taken action against some of Hino Akihito's properties in Yokohama after sending him off for lunch.

This obviously means that they have grasped key information and confirmed the target.

"Then we..." The subordinate looked at the boss questioningly, asking if he should follow up to see if he could steal the information from the other party.

"Why, go up to eat the exhaust gas now?" Osamu Dazai glanced over, and everyone's heads fell short.

——According to the other party's understanding of the surveillance system of the port Mafia, they can also let them know her whereabouts. Obviously, this is to lure them to the past.

It is to make the port Mafia and the rat of the dead house fight and wait for the benefits later.

If it was normal, it would be fine to play with her, but now... Dazai Osamu remembered that because he wanted to investigate the Shan Taohui, Mr. Mori handed over the work he was originally in charge of to other people.

At that time, he suspected that Shan Tao would be used to divert his attention.

Just no proof.

Now that she did this, she must have found decisive evidence.

That being the case...

"Leave this matter alone, I have other tasks for you."

After ordering the new task, he waved his hands to tell his subordinates to leave. Osamu Dazai continued to lie on the sofa and raised his hand, as if to catch the light from the chandelier above his head.

The shadow cast by his hand fell on his face, making those iris-colored eyes so deep that they seemed to ooze blood.

For some reason, he remembered that when he was drinking in a bar, Ango asked him if the person who could defeat him continuously was Dostoevsky.

At that time, he said without thinking, no.

——Whether it's him or Dostoevsky, in her current situation, if they suspect that someone is a hostile offline, with their behavior style, they will definitely not try to confirm the identity of the other person like her Only after that.

"... That's why I say it's absolutely impossible to be Dostoevsky."

"...So, it can't be Dazai Osamu." The same argument process happened in another place.

The young man who spoke had picturesque eyebrows, folded his hands on his chin and smiled: "I'm curious, who is it?"

Being able to play around with that Osamu Dazai, as if he could predict the way to deal with every step... How familiar with that person is it that he can understand his reaction so clearly?

I really want to see it for myself.

correct.

Remember that he also buried a wiretapping route in Hino Jin's darkroom, maybe there will be something to gain?

"Well, didn't you come here... It seems that you have received a hint, right?" The girl with the cat whispered to herself, flying her ten fingers on the keyboard, and finally pressed the Enter key lightly.

As the Enter key fell and bounced, a large string of codes was displayed on the screen, and then these codes disappeared at a faster speed.

"...OK, the transmission was successful." After doing this, she withdrew her hand and loosened her fingers: "In this way, the 'net' on the Yokohama side has almost been removed, and the rest is to wait until they react. Before, they were broken one by one."

This is Jing's task.

If Fei Jia's arrangement in Yokohama is likened to an underground network extending in all directions, what she just did was to send a super earthquake to this area, so that the traffic at various points that could have been ventilated to each other to help each other was blocked due to the earthquake. Become isolated and helpless-and Jing's task is to lead people to smash them one by one before they can restore communication.

Watching how Nana unplugged most of the hidden lines of the leader of the House of Death in Yokohama, the blond young man who came to help as "Toru Amuro" had a complicated expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Noticing the appearance of the person next to her, Nana casually took out a can of coffee from the refrigerator, opened it, and asked while drinking.

They are now in a certain property under the name of Hino Akihito. On the surface, it is a very dilapidated dilapidated house that belonged to the Hino family used to send him away, but after unlocking the hidden password lock, they can see that there is a quite complete facility hidden inside. safe house.

Bourbon weighed it for a while, and then asked a little carefully: "...Do you have any big enmity with the leader of the House of Death? Did he offend you?"

He recalled some of Nana's operations along the way, from how familiar Nana was when she faced the complex mechanism design layer upon layer of password protection, Bourbon really couldn't convince himself that this was the first time Nana faced the dead. house mouse.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like you have fought against each other before.

So, have you had a grudge before?

"No grudges, it's just not pleasing to the eye." Nana wrote lightly, holding her chin in boredom, thinking that according to Fei Jia's personality, there will be a bug here, but she doesn't know where it will be, but unfortunately she has no time to find it. There are not many people in the world who can look at an ex-husband who can't live without him and have to wait for a long time to get divorced, right?"

Bourbon: "Oh...huh???"

What did Nana just say! ?

Rat of the Dead base.

Fyodor Dostoevsky had been in a thinking posture for a long time.

……No.

There is no trace of him being married at all in memory.

Either the other party's memory weaving ability has been so seamless that he can't see through it, or it's the other party's oral sex.

But from this short eavesdropping content, the devil can already roughly outline the image of the speaker, and this profiled image cannot be connected with the mouth-hey of this content anyway.

And he doesn't have any expectations of a spouse who wants to hold hands for life.

If Katyusha had turned into a human being, he'd be willing... eh?