The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

Yokohama, located in the eastern part of Kanagawa Prefecture, is a veritable port city.Due to its unique geographical location and political environment, this area has led to the prevalence of legalized gangs, the most famous of which is the organization that occupies the five skyscrapers in the luxurious area of ​​the city center - the "Port Mafia".

This is a very ordinary day.

In Chinatown not far from the city center, strings of fiery red and festive lanterns are drawn between the ancient plaques, as if burning with the unquenchable enthusiasm of a nation.

In a bustling Chinese restaurant in Shanghai, vermilion paint is like a layer of rouge smeared on the delicate carved window panes, reflecting the beauty of the whole street that is incompatible with the outside world.

Various languages ​​are mixed together, and the diners inside are not only Chinese living in Yokohama, but also locals who come here admiringly, and there are even foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes and deep eye sockets.

"Hello! This... sir, this is what you ordered."

The white-haired boy with a timid expression was holding several hot dishes and placed them on the table.

After careful observation, it seems that he has been trying hard to hold his breath, his nostrils are flapping slowly, as if he is afraid of smelling the strong aroma of vegetables to stimulate the gastric juice and he is desperately restraining himself.

As soon as the dishes were put down, the shabby and plainly dressed boy hugged his rumbling stomach, smiled awkwardly and stepped aside.

The boy's name was Atsushi Nakajima, and his identity was an orphan who had just been kicked out of the orphanage.

Since his adult birthday, he has become a complete homeless person with no place to eat or sleep.

What's even more frightening is that after leaving the orphanage, he was targeted by a man-eating beast and wandered all the way to Yokohama.If he hadn't met a restaurant owner who kindly offered him a job as a waiter today, he felt that he might have to spend the night with Hanfeng.

--so!Absolutely can't make mistakes, can't make customers dissatisfied!anyway!It doesn't matter if you pray, or anything!

After being busy, Atsushi Nakajima retreated to the corner holding the dinner plate and raised his eyes quietly.

Now that the rush hour for lunch is over, there are still teenagers eating and drinking in a few corners, or middle-aged people with their daughters, and some office workers who are full at mealtimes. They already showed a look of satisfaction.

People who have nothing to do to pass the time, their eyes will always unconsciously stay on the most attractive things or people.

In other words, on the best looking people.

This has nothing to do with lust, it's just a kind of human nature.

In fact, Nakajima Atsushi was also quietly looking at the most attractive person in the restaurant.

A black-haired teenager sitting alone in a corner, a bulging woven sack seems to hang behind the covered chair.

The boy's jet-black hair looks very soft, and he also has a pair of eye-catching upturned cat eyes. The color and luster inside can't help but remind people of some kind of high-quality gemstones. It can be judged that he is probably He is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he has a very unique aura that his peers don't have.

Although he was sitting on a stool with his legs crossed leisurely, his slender legs could outline the perfect body proportions of this young man.

Although he was in the center of everyone's scrutiny intentionally or unintentionally, this man who was a few years younger than Atsushi Nakajima was at ease, as if this kind of gaze had become a part of his life that he could turn a blind eye to.Even the occasional glances in the eyes of the people around him are casual and arrogant.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help feeling a little envy and longing in his heart.

Noticing that the unique guest had finished the menu, he seemed to be waving his hand to signal the waiter to come up to order. Nakajima, who instantly recovered from his reverie, immediately threw himself on the table, and the swift action made the other waiters who were about to move were gnashing their teeth.

"Guest, what would you like to order?"

The boy in Nakajima spread out the menu graciously.

The boy in front of him glanced at Atsushi Nakajima, then lowered his graceful cat eyes, and tapped the menu with his white fingers.

But what he didn't expect was that what the guest in front of him spit out was pure Chinese, "Blood-stained braised pork, golden drunken chicken, and mysterious eight-treasure duck."

"..."

The sound is very pleasant and pleasant to listen to.

But this can't change the fact that he doesn't understand at all! ! !

He just took office on the first day, and he just memorized the Japanese names of these dishes!

Circles of mosquito coils appeared in Nakajima's eyes, and he bowed in a panic, "Excuse me, can you speak Japanese? Are you from China?! I'm so sorry!"

The young man in front of him showed dissatisfaction, with a hint of disgust at the end of his eyes. After a long silence, he spoke again, and his words became concise and concise, "Braised pork, drunk chicken, eight-treasure duck."

This time it was a language that sounded a bit weird and blunt, and it was unknown which country in Europe it was the native language of.

Nakajima's face has already started to twitch: "..."

At this time, the young man who was lying on the table next to him waiting for the food smiled unabashedly. Noticing Nakajima's eyes that were about to cry, he shrugged indifferently. Although the tone was not pleasant, the words he said The white-haired boy almost burst into tears of gratitude, "Well, in short, it's just a serving of braised pork, drunken chicken and eight-treasure duck. Really, I don't understand how to be a waiter here."

"OK, just a second!!!"

The young man who made a sound to save the siege noticed the strange sight from the black-haired boy next to him, and continued to bury his head in his mouth.

Guang Zhouyou took out a short knife from the sack and placed it squarely across the square table.

After he took the tea handed by the waiter, he kept staring at him until the sweaty waiter wanted to leave, and Guangzhou said quietly, "Human, can you give another cup of tea to the person opposite me?" ?”

Atsushi Nakajima, the waiter called "Human", looked at the empty seat opposite him in horror. He felt a stream of white sweat creeping up his back, and the hand holding the tray trembled at a frequency and magnitude visible to the naked eye. .

This... is this guest really a human? ! !

Ignoring the trembling little waiter, Guangzhou looked away deeply.

Finally, he caught sight of the golden chicken head on the plate. He studied the food intently for a few minutes, then raised his hand to gently caress the chicken head, as if making a motion to make the dead person rest in peace and close his eyes.

The black-haired boy looked as compassionate as a priest standing under the stained glass looking at all beings. He said sadly to the chicken head.

"Your gaze full of decay and death has affected my appetite."

other people:"……"

Nakajima: "...???"

Eh? !It's a chicken that can only be served on the table, but it can't make a living sight! ! !

At this time, a shrill and sharp scream suddenly came from somewhere in the restaurant, like a sharp knife splitting the harmonious and peaceful atmosphere of the entire restaurant.

"Ah!! It's dead!"

The restaurant was quickly blocked by the police who arrived, and several police cars surrounded the restaurant. The guests who tried to leave the scene had to stay in place full of anxiety and impatience, waiting for the police who were investigating the scene to take notes and ask questions.

After all, this is not a weekend weekend, and I will be back to work in the company in a few 10 minutes. This extremely untimely case has obviously delayed the footsteps of many innocent white-collar workers.

On the contrary, the drowsy young man with puffy face at the Guangzhou table opened his squinted eyes, which naturally revealed some kind of bright and natural color. He stood up abruptly and pushed away from the crowd. Swaggeringly approached the yellow cordon pulled up by the police.

"Please don't interfere with the police's official duties, sir." A policeman stood in front of the young man and expelled him with warning words.

"Officer Ito, the deceased was the chef of the Shanghai Chinese restaurant in the Chinese Cuisine Street. The murder weapon was hit by a hard object on the head. So far no murder weapon has been found. The cause of death was a dent in the skull. room. But isn’t this too bizarre? Although it’s already past the peak meal time in the afternoon, it’s really..."

Another policeman who collected evidence and clues at the scene came here to report the situation. Obviously, the identity of the police officer Ito who stopped the young man was the immediate superior of all the busy policemen here.

Officer Ito, who seemed to have a bad temper, stepped directly into the scene. He put on his gloves and knelt down to examine the body, and sneered when he heard the report from his subordinates. "Oh, should I say reckless or bold—this prisoner. Bring the suspect related to the deceased here."

Police Officer Ito glanced at the entire restaurant impatiently. Most of the guests had already finished their notes, ruled out the suspects and left their contact information before leaving. It is the guests who are closest to the cold room and have a late meal and are most likely to observe valuable cues.

Since the size of the restaurant can only be regarded as medium-sized, there are no other secret compartments, and the unrelated people have almost left, the police directly requisitioned the huge square table that was cleaned and tidied up as a place for investigation and questioning.

Several suspects were brought to the square table, including the nearest witnesses from the remaining tables, who were also brought to explain what could be observed at the scene.

The police officer who pinched his jaw and thought about it focused on the past one by one.

They are a table of ordinary father and daughter, an inconspicuous young man wearing a brown hat, and——

There was another one—a [-] or [-]-year-old boy holding the chicken head with chopsticks and seemed to be talking to it affectionately, he could hear this guy muttering from more than ten meters away, "Your body is full of filth! Ah! It's really hard to look at!"

"..." Ito twitched the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help muttering in his heart.

These are some messy little devils.