Detached villa

As I mentioned before, when I received the plane ticket from Mitarai, I felt incredible. I never thought that Mitarai would prepare such a surprise for me this time.

But the same is also very disturbing. As I mentioned many times before, my English is not good. I was deeply aware of this when I went overseas with Mitarai and Matsuzaki Reo in "Dark Slope Cannibal Tree". I can hardly communicate with those people in foreign countries at all, and can only translate and help through Mitarai.

This is also one of the biggest reasons why Jie has never taken me abroad.

So this time, it is extremely gratifying and joyful to have someone, especially Mitarai, accompany me to go abroad.

Although the planning is very urgent for me this time, I almost only have one day to prepare my luggage, let alone plan the itinerary and choose the attractions I want to visit.But seeing the way Mitarai wrapped his body, I didn't think about him any more, because I don't speak English well.

The day after the detached house case ended, we boarded the plane to Italy according to the original plan.

Mitarai and I have traveled abroad many times before (should be more than most people imagined), and we have also been to many European countries, but we spend most of our time solving various cases, and we do not use tourism as our main objective. Which countries have you been to?

We were very nervous when we got off the plane in the capital, went through the security check and checked the passports. We were afraid of doing something wrong. In addition, we couldn’t understand the meaning of the English they spit out. We could even say that we were trembling.

Of course, my nervousness was exchanged for Mitarai's sarcasm, which is almost becoming the norm.

The hotel was reserved by Mitarai in advance, I followed him all the way without using my brain, and moved mechanically like a fool.

The luxury of the hotel we stayed in far exceeded my expectations.

I stared dumbfounded at the luxurious carved decorations and all kinds of expensive-looking decorations. I really didn't have the courage to look at the price of one night's stay. It's just Mitarai's money, so it shouldn't matter.

The room is very large, and the balcony with the curtains open has a wide view overlooking large towns in Italy. In addition to two standard beds, there are computers, TVs and sofas in the room, and there is a retro style everywhere.

I have never stayed in this type of hotel in Japan, at most it is a hotel full of Japanese style.

All this made me more cautious.

We went to the Vatican Museum and the Florence Academy of Art. If Mitarai and I knew these places in the first few years, I must have known them better than now, but now I have been unfamiliar with painting for many years.

In the next few days, I went to Venice and the Bridge of Sighs at the suggestion of Mitarai.

From the incomprehensible conversation with Mitarai, I can see that he seems to come to these places often, and even met an old acquaintance of Mitarai in a coffee shop that happened to be in during the evening stroll, and he introduced the other party to me. The identity seems to be his college classmate.

However, this acquaintance I met by chance has nothing to do with what I will focus on later, so I won’t spend too much time describing it here.

I thought our plan was only to be in Italy, but when I woke up one morning, I received a ticket to France from Mitama.

I really can't describe my surprise and excitement in words, especially when Mitarai later told me that this trip included most of the countries in Europe.

Speaking of France, the focus of my description can almost be said to be on Paris, that beautiful and romantic place.

Mitarai is a person who is very good at picking places. The hotel he chose in Paris can see the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower from a distance.

Before describing the specific trip, let me say something that touched me very much. Mitarai almost always considered my preferences and prepared everything for this trip plan.Before this time, I never thought that the man who had been at home as if he couldn't take care of himself would be so well prepared.

But thinking about it from another angle, it seems to be a matter of course.

We first went to the Pompidou Center, where there are many interesting stores, such as a small shop dedicated to learning about movies, and some artists' photography exhibitions and video exhibitions, all of which are very interesting.

I went to the Louvre the next day without any accidents. I won’t describe this much. I haven’t read all the things inside.

Mitarai took me to a place that night, and at first I had no idea what we meant by going there.There is a desolate warehouse, and there is nothing around it.

Out of habit, I subconsciously felt that Mitarai had some work to do here, but I didn't know why he brought me here who didn't understand the language.

We didn't wait long before a stretched car arrived. Because it was too dark and I didn't know much about cars, I couldn't see the brand of this car.

The door on the driver's seat was pushed open, and a Caucasian man in a formal suit stepped out.

I saw him take out two pieces of dark cloth and handed them to Mitarai and said something, but unfortunately I couldn't understand.

"What did he just say?"

I asked Mitarai.

"tie up."

Mitarai handed me the black cloth.

I froze for a moment, but I didn't realize what Mitarai said specifically, and there was nothing I kicked over.

Mitarai pushed me to the front impatiently, then put the cloth over my eyes and tied a knot in the back of my head.

That's when I realized that the man meant to make us blindfolded.

"This restaurant does not allow people to see the route," Mitarai lazily explained to me in Japanese, "Just pass quietly."

I suddenly remembered that when Mitarai was living together in Yokohama, Mitarai invited me to dinner with another young man in Ginza. I was deeply impressed by the sense of gap between Mitarai and me, although Mitarai himself didn’t care about it.

As I was blindfolded, I cannot describe what I saw on the road here.By the time we got out of the car, we had reached our destination.

It was still a warehouse there, but it was different from what I saw before. The decoration inside was extraordinarily exquisite and luxurious, and it was clear that a lot of effort was spent on it.

There were no other guests in the warehouse, and there was only a table and a pair of chairs in the middle of the room. The carvings on them were in a luxurious style, and long lit candles were placed on the table as lights.

There is a copper figure made of metal in the corner, and the clothes on the figure are very expensive, which is the type I rarely see on TV.

I didn't dare to move more as usual.

"They are only open three times a day, and they only accept one customer at a time."

As usual, Mitarai was not at all shy about such an occasion.

After he finished speaking to me in Japanese, he said something to the waiter who came. I asked him afterwards that it was in French. Because the red wine I ordered in advance was gone, I changed it to [-] Cabernet Sauvignon. .

The appetizer is cheese bread and butter. Of course, the introduction of these foods is explained to me by Mitarai.

Then there is something like potato salad and mung bean soup. Mitarai wrote the name of the dish to me, but I really can't understand the small words.

The main course is lobster and grilled fish. Each dish is so small and exquisite that I can't eat it.

"How about it? It's not bad." Mitarai was a little complacent. "I've always been interested in human appetite. The black mold in this store has always had a good reputation. I put some in the beef tendon broth just now."

I don't quite understand, so I can only nod intuitively.

"Ishioka-kun."

I saw Mitarai calling me, but didn't say anything after that.This kind of scene is rare. In my impression, Mitarai has always been a handsome and charming man who can talk freely.

"You should study English hard."

The last thing he said was the same sentence that was repeated many times. I don’t know how much resentment he has for this matter, but he has said that. Do you want to go back and try to pick up those English magazines that he put on the shelf? What about?