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

The police in charge of investigation and inquiry looked at the waitress who was helping in the restaurant, and asked in a gentle tone, "Did you notice anything unusual between about 13:[-] noon and the time when the deceased was found dead?"

The caring female waitress felt pity, she glanced cautiously at the open refrigerator door, from this angle she could even see the sunken head of the deceased and a large pool of blood.

The waiter replied with a pale face, "I don't know, I haven't seen Mr. Chef at all today."

"Why? Aren't you in charge of serving the dishes?" Officer Ito looked at the waitress and Nakajima, who was also a waiter, with an unhappy expression.

"The chef usually cooks alone in his own cooking room. After making the dishes, we only need to ring the bell and we can take the dishes ordered by the guests from the window."

"Then when did you find out that there was no movement at that window?" The young man in the brown hat who was also asked to sit at the table suddenly interrupted and asked.

"It was about 25:[-] in the afternoon...I seem to remember." The waitress couldn't answer, but Atsushi Nakajima, who had been shrinking all the time, mustered up the courage to meet the gathered eyes and interjected, "I remember it was for A dish for that guest."

"..." Ito glared at the young man who interrupted. He followed Nakajima's gaze and saw a chicken head with burning eyes and death. No, it was the black-haired boy who was playing with the chicken head.

"..."

Ito endured and endured, but finally he couldn't hold back, "Can you please do such a thing at this time? Sugita, take that dish away! Also, when we are asking questions, don't interrupt casually!" One sentence refers to the young man in the brown hat.

The leading police officer, Ito, suppressed his unhappiness and continued to look at one of the suspects.It was a young man, he was the sous chef of this restaurant, the man said hesitantly about his boss, "Mr. Hanazawa, the chef, is very famous in the surrounding area, and he is best at this The 'drunken chicken' that the customer ordered at the end is also the most expensive signature dish of our restaurant." After thinking about it, he added.

"Mr. Hanazawa is really talented in cooking, and he won the 'Yokohama Annual Golden Chef Award' before. So, could it be another restaurant's conspiracy against us? Losing Mr. Hanazawa is definitely a major event strike!"

The woman sitting next to the sous chef, crying out of breath, was the wife of the deceased.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. How could it be... Anata? He usually has a good temper and doesn't get angry easily. He will never offend others casually. If it's just because he doesn't like us It's too much to do such a behavior because of the family's business!"

Under the comfort of the police, Mrs. Huaze finally calmed down, her voice was a little hoarse, "I have been helping outside today, cleaning up the dining table, doing some chores, and I just occasionally visit the back kitchen. My husband Always in there."

Her melancholy eyes looked around at the others.

"I think the guests and helpers can attest to what I say."

"However, only my husband here can make the unique taste of drunken chicken, and he is responsible for all the orders. If this kid can eat the drunken chicken at around 01:30, it means that my The husband was still alive at that time."

Officer Ito, who had no clue at all, tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and subconsciously murmured: "That is to say, the criminal completed the crime between 1:30 p.m. and 1:40 p.m. when the deceased was found. But during this period of time, everyone happened to have an alibi, what happened?"

He looked at the report, his eyebrows clenched into a knot, "What's even more strange is that the scene was completely sealed off. How did the criminal make the murder weapon escape the search and disappear in such a short period of time?"

"Is it possible that it is a professional killer sent by the other restaurant? After all, isn't that kind of person who will do it without any bottom line as long as they are paid?"

Someone has an opinion.

"It shouldn't happen, right? Even if it's a killer, he can't come in and then slip away without making a sound. With the doors and windows intact, he must still be among us."

After a round of inquiries, the case fell into a long deadlock.

The squinting young man fiddled with the hair on his forehead, and he said casually when he saw this, "Ah, ah, if the police in this city didn't have me, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to catch a single prisoner."

Ito has been dissatisfied with this self-righteous person who has been obstructing the police investigation for a long time, his throat seemed to suppress his anger, and he said angrily, "Oh? Who are you?"

"I?"

The young man finally opened his eyelids, revealing the clear green eyes. He stretched out his hand from the dark brown retro-style cloak so that he could rest it neatly on his cheek.

"I'm a detective, oh, a detective—I'm not a 'who'? I don't need such useless links as investigation and evidence collection, I can know who is the real murderer. Why? I..."

"Heck!—"

The shrill chicken crowing startled everyone, and even the "famous detective" who was proudly introducing himself trembled, "Wow, what a disgusting sound!"

As soon as they turned their heads, everyone saw that the boy who had been neglected all this time grabbed a golden chicken-shaped toy. As he grasped it rhythmically, the toy chicken made a patchwork, melodious and disturbing sound. cock crowing.

"Cluck! Clack! Clack! Clack!"

Everyone: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima stared blankly at this man who couldn't read the air at all, and felt that the other party's courage was commendable.

Police Officer Ito had countless blue veins popping out of his forehead, and he growled, "You troublesome brats, get out if you have nothing to do! Hurry up and leave when the transcript is done!"

"Shut up! Human! How dare you disrespect my Highness!"

Hearing this sentence, the little policeman who was recording the case took a step back in shock. He secretly looked at his boss's black dripping face in shock.

Someone dared to say that to Officer Ito, who was privately known as the "big devil" in their police station, it was simply desperate!

Guangzhou stood directly on the stool, waving the chicken in his hand vigorously, "Your Highness has enjoyed enough of your human farce plays, and I, who have the supreme magic power of the real eye, have already seen through your tricks."

"..." Officer Ito felt that he might be in trouble, "Huh?"

The police officer couldn't help but couldn't help but hide the sneer at the corner of his mouth.Atsushi Nakajima lowered his brows and eyes softly. Only then did he realize that although the young man in front of him looked enviable and well-born, he was actually a half-grown kid who was several years younger than himself, a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

Guangzhou stomped on the table, forming an absolute height suppression, "Oh, is this your attitude towards His Highness?".

"Hahaha, since this is the case, why don't you share your views with the children. After all, adults do need some interesting activities to entertain during office hours." Ito said with arms folded, his eyes could not hide his disdain.

"Since you have begged me so much, His Highness will reluctantly let you human beings who have never seen the world experience the so-called superpowers." Guang Zhou didn't notice that when he finished speaking, the man who claimed to be "" "Detective" youth set his sights on him.

"Please bet on the 'Zhuang Ke's Golden Battle Chicken Armor' on my table."

The little policeman looked dull, "What, what?"

Atsushi Nakajima saw the food on the table following Guang Zhou's gaze, so he trotted over and took the plate of drunken chicken that was almost cold, and carefully put it on the table under the puzzled eyes of everyone. superior.

"The Eye of Horus!"

Guangzhou squatted down and raised his hand to gently touch the chicken's head. At the moment of contact, his hand seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, and even the golden chicken skin touched by his hand looked extraordinarily tender. sacred.

The eyes of the suspects and policemen on the side were a little straight: "..."

He raised a finger in front of his lips to signal the uproarious crowd around him to be quiet, then he solemnly tilted his ears, as if he was listening to something, and at the same time nodded unconsciously, "I see, oh...is that so? I didn't expect that !"

In the end, a flash of enlightenment flashed across his eyes, and his gaze moved across the crowd bit by bit, and finally stopped on a person, "You are the murderer! The wife of the dead man! Mrs. Hua Ze!"

The sad-faced chef's wife was taken aback by the sudden accusation. The panic in her eyes disappeared in less than a second. Instead, she smiled gently, as if she was looking at some ignorant child. "Young man, I have absolutely no reason to do this. He is my husband."

Leaning against the wall leisurely and waiting for Officer Ito to sneer, his heart, which was a little uneasy because of Guang Zhou's strange behavior just now, also calmed down.

He glanced at Mrs. Huazawa soothingly, then turned his head and scolded severely: "I thought you, a sensational kid, could say something—really, it depends on the occasion when you talk nonsense. Sugita, drive this guy out ..."

"But His Highness knows that there is a 'person' who witnessed the whole process of the murderer's crime."

"what?!"

"real or fake?"

Those present were astonished.

Guangzhou standing on the table suddenly exerted force on his legs, his body center of gravity slowly moved down, his hands were clenched and crossed in front of his head, the huge force made the whole table tremble, and even the table and chairs collided with the wooden floor to produce "" With the sound of "cluck, clack", the boy's arms drove the fists raised above his head and swung them to the sides of his body with great force, as if he had broken free from the power seal bound to his soul with his own strength. The same, the strength is so great that you can even hear the sound of piercing the sky.

"Come on, the spirit body residing in the drunken chicken - roar!"

The boy's roar sounded like a dragon's roar hovering in the extremely small restaurant at this moment, and the reverberation lingered endlessly.

Everyone was dumbfounded: "..."

Atsushi Nakajima covered his flushed cheeks: "..."

What a... shame?

"Buzz".

It was like a sharp weapon and a scabbard making a sharp low sound when they passed by quickly, followed by the fluttering but extremely inconsistent cherry blossom petals, a graceful young man in military uniform descended from midair to the ground, and the kumquat Long colored hair hangs down the back.

Everyone was stunned by this unusual way of appearance.

Ordinary police officers probably haven't seen it and basically treat these as urban legend series.Officer Ito has been in charge of criminal cases for so many years. Of course, it is impossible not to know the existence of supernatural powers. Whenever supernatural powers are involved in the scene, the case has to be transferred to a special organization that specializes in handling commissions in this regard, such as the well-known in Yokohama. "Armed Detective Agency".

Officer Ito said in horror: "Are you a person with supernatural powers?"

And the detective youth kept blinking childishly, "Huh?!"

Guangzhou raised his head proudly, and introduced in a polite manner, "That's right, this is His Highness's ability to communicate and summon the souls of all things in the world!"

Rando Shiro blinked his blue eyes, took a peek at his master's determined and cold expression, and finally said reluctantly according to what Guangzhou told him just now, "I am Luan... I just witnessed this lady murder."

"Impossible. All the testimonies have proved the lady's alibi at the time of the crime."

This was a loud rebuttal from Ito, and the restaurant staff on the side also expressed their doubts.

"Moreover, it only takes tens of seconds to enter and exit the kitchen every time. For a woman, it is almost impossible for a woman to kill a man silently."

"But what if the person who died died long before the time you think? Is the so-called alibi invalid?" Under the eyes of the little dagger asking for help, Guangzhou blocked Luan's body, Asked calmly.

"Didn't you say it? Only my husband can make the secret seasoning used in this plate of drunken chicken. This taste can only be understood by regular customers here. It was prepared on the spot, and he wanted to keep his secret formula a secret. This is why he has a separate cooking room, if you don’t believe it, you can ask all the guests present to try it to see if the taste is authentic.”

The woman frowned helplessly.

"Since you can eat this dish at 01:30, young man, it means that the murderer entered after 01:30!"

Guangzhou tilted his head, "But in fact, you made this dish, right?"

Mrs. Huaze clenched her palms tightly and said with a forced smile, "Are you kidding me?"

"The dead who lost their life force in the freezer were also covered up by the low temperature. If it wasn't because the murderer happened to be a trusted person, how could he be killed without any struggle?"

The boy's chant-like tone sounded like he was singing a requiem to save the dead, and his meticulous analysis made the woman turn pale.

"As early as an hour ago, you followed him into the cold room, and killed the dead with a blunt object while he was not paying attention! Next, all you need to do is to hang a 'no entry' sign on the door of the cold room The door number, other chefs will naturally transfer to other spare storage rooms, and then put the chicken strips that have been soaked in the wine on the plate, sprinkle the sauce you prepared, and then put it in the window, waiting for the waiter to come and pick it up."

"Although this is all your guess, right? Boy." The woman remained calm. "The so-called 'extraordinary ability' that doesn't even know the murder weapon is too arbitrary and casual."

"Huh?" The black-haired boy laughed wildly, "Humans, what do you think the spirit body summoned by Wu resides on?"

Ranto Shiro, who was summoned to eat melons as a "supernatural power", suddenly had a bad feeling.

He turned his head slowly, and met the lord's shining cat's eyes, and saw his fingers twirling in the air, pointing to the drunken chicken on the table.

——That stupid chicken head was still lying on the table.

"That's right! This is the spirit residing in the murder weapon! And the murder weapon you used to commit the crime is—this drunken chicken!"

Facing the somewhat messy and subtle gazes of the crowd, under the threatening gaze of the lord, Fujishiro Fusangshen spit out a few words through his teeth with aggrieved expression. The sweet voice that was originally indistinguishable and indistinguishable sounded like he couldn't wait to hear it now. Go low into the soil.

"That's right, I am the spirit born from this fat chicken."

The dagger, whose heart was already full of tears and remorse, suppressed shame and pain.

"I saw it with my own eyes, this lady killed her husband with... me."

Everyone was stunned: "..."

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