How I was forced to be the villain

Daylight penetrates the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkles on the dining table by the window, and the restaurant is filled with the aroma of food.

The high-end restaurants do not rely on the turnover rate to make money on weekdays. They pay more attention to the quality of customers. Now, there are fewer people in this meeting, and only a few people sit sparsely.

Although there are always some rich people who are more courageous, most rich people are very afraid of death, so there are almost no customers in the store.

After a while, I am afraid that the revenue will become negative, so this restaurant also has to lower the threshold for customer selection.

To put it simply, no matter how high-end restaurants are in these depressed days, they are also forced to learn the means of discount promotion in supermarkets.

Yuzu leaned against the counter, her eyes couldn't help but drift to the customer sitting in the corner by the window.

That is really a very special person, Yuzu was already attracted by that man the first time he saw him.

Probably no one could ignore him.

Recently, I saw a lot of members from nearby companies, and I almost forgot that they are a high-end restaurant, and there are often some rich and expensive dignitaries haunting them.

Yuzu is a student at a nearby university. The izakaya where she worked before was closed indefinitely. She only came here to work part-time recently, so she has never seen the grand scene of this store before. This is the first time she has seen someone who seems to be a big shot.

how to say?It's just that you can tell the difference from the people around you at a glance.

At that time, she was sorting out the discount coupons as usual. When the guest came in, she wanted to greet her as usual, but she was frightened by the man following the guest.

Yuzu has never been in touch with those tacit things under the hustle and bustle of Yokohama, but she still understands a little bit.

However, one will never know how terrifying it is until the actual contact.

The man in a black suit was tall and tall, and when he glanced over coldly, it made people feel chills all over, thinking that he was about to be killed.

mafia.

This word appeared in Yuzu's mind at once, as if something blocked her throat, she couldn't speak a word, and she began to tremble.

"This lady?"

A shallow call made her slowly regain her senses, her vision began to become clear, and she was attracted by the young man occupying her vision.

Only then did he realize that he was in a cold sweat.

The man who frightened her was standing behind him, who seemed to be a bodyguard.

The young man in front of him was wearing a slim black windbreaker without a single wrinkle on his clothes, and he looked refined when he nodded slightly to her.

Yuzu secretly glanced at him.

He looked too fair, that kind of cold white like ice and snow, with no emotion on his face, with a delicate feeling like a puppet, which made people feel far away without the slightest kindness.When he looks at people, he is always indifferent, as if nothing can make him take it to heart, expensive and cold.

But such a cold person is now looking at Yuzu. When he looks at a person, he has a strange focus, as if he can't see anything other than you at all.

This kind of focus always makes people feel that you are special, the only person worth caring about.

Yuzu's face turned red, she bowed ninety degrees, and shouted, "I'm very sorry!"

"Well, it's fine."

Feeling the gaze passing over him, for some reason, a sense of loss surged up.

I don't know what kind of girl can be watched by him all the time and be cherished by him, it must be the daughter of a thousand gold.

"Come here with me, please." Yuzu rallied, put on a correct posture, lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, and did her job well.

After the guest was seated, the bodyguard who scared Yuzu bowed and stood in a corner that would be overlooked if he didn't pay attention.

When he was free, Yuzu couldn't help but look over there. When he was eating, he was slow-moving, and the posture of holding the knife and fork was elegant. Yuzu seriously suspected that he had started to look at this young master with a filter up.

Eldest young master is the title Yuzu thinks best represents this guest.

A strange man wearing sunglasses indoors bumped into his desk, but he just glanced at it casually, nodded and ignored it.

Yuzu couldn't help screaming in her heart, the young master is so handsome!

A scream sounded in the restaurant, followed by the sound of jingling tableware falling, so frightened Yuzu hurriedly covered her mouth, terrified, thinking it was her own voice.

However, the dark glasses weirdo stood up abruptly and walked towards the table in the corner of her sight.

Soon, I heard him say: "Dead, everyone please stay where you are and don't damage the scene."

It turned out that it wasn't her voice, Yuzu breathed a sigh of relief, it was great not to have to die, she hurried over.

"What happened?"

Yuzu's voice was drowned out by the quarrels of the guests.

"Ah? Why should we listen to you? It's unlucky. I'm going back!"

A slender black shadow brushed against the man's face with a gust of wind, and with a buzzing sound, a table knife was inserted into the wall against the tip of its nose, and the handle was still trembling slightly.

Gollum.

The sound of swallowing saliva was very loud in the completely quiet space, and everyone looked in the direction of the knife flying.

The young man sitting by the window turned his head, the corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled gently: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

This is obviously not hand slipping!

But Yokohama is like this, everyone is very knowledgeable about current affairs, and they are very obedient when encountering this kind of stubbornness. No one is arguing to leave this meeting, and everyone sat in their seats honestly and did not speak.

I didn't remember until I got back to my seat.

... Does this person look familiar?

After the guests were all honest, the only waiters standing there were the weirdo in sunglasses and Yuzu.

The waiters in this high-end restaurant are like the hermits of the ancient family hiding in the dark where the owner can’t see, so that they will not affect the guests’ dining, and they will appear in time when the guests need it. Grapefruit is responsible for welcoming guests at the door. will appear here.

Ayatsuji Xingren sighed, and pulled out the slender bong out of nowhere, "I'm a detective, I hope you can cooperate before finding the criminal."

No one called the police. Everyone knew that the detectives in Yokohama were probably more reliable than the military and police.

"I know, I know!"

After that, the restaurant manager, chef, two other waiters and a security guard at the door were called in and gathered together.

Everyone was being questioned by the detective, and only one person was sitting leisurely in his seat. Although he didn't continue to eat, he looked like he didn't care what happened here as he fiddled with his mobile phone.

No one wants to bother him.

The staff in the store would not take the initiative to interfere with the customer's affairs, so he sat there alone, like an outsider.

Yuzu finally saw the situation there, covered her mouth, and almost spat it out.

Dead, a female guest fell to the ground, pale and looking a little scary.

After learning the details of the people present, Ayatsuji pedestrian played with the bong thoughtfully, and suddenly looked at the person who sat with his back facing him and had a very low sense of presence.

In everyone's shocked sight, he walked over.

"Sir, do you know the dead man?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked down at him condescendingly, the first meeting turned out to be the scene of a murder, which was quite in line with their relationship between a prisoner and a detective.

The young man looks younger than his actual age. Ayatsuji pedestrians have seen his photos a few years ago, and there has been almost no change in the past few years. It is obviously the time of the greatest change in life, just like a monster.

His eyes fell on the hand holding the mobile phone. Surprisingly, there were no marks left by the use of guns. Although he heard that he was a fan of cold weapons, it was still unreasonable that there were no traces at all.

In addition, there are many contradictions in this person, and he is a very unreasonable person.

Ayatsuji pedestrian withdrew his gaze calmly, "I think you are very suspicious."

While Ayatsuji pedestrians were observing him, Kyono Yan was also observing the detective.

The people who once let him know what an unreasonable species detectives are--Ranpo Edogawa and Shinichi Kudo, they were just like being cheated on. .

What I want to say is that other detectives will only make people want to avoid when they do bad things, but Ayatsuji pedestrians can't help but want to show him, show off, gain his approval, and drag him into hell with him.

In short, it is easy to arouse the interest of criminals.

Kyono Yan suppressed his excitement a little bit, at least he was very interested in Ayatsuji Xingren, and he always found this person very interesting.

But no matter how suppressed it was, it still showed a little bit.

So in the eyes of others, it is a young man who is very indifferent to them, and his attitude towards Mr. Detective is frightening.

"I don't know you at all. If you think I'm suspicious, it may be because you have prejudice against me. As a detective, it's better not to be swayed by personal preferences."

Ayatsuji pedestrian found something familiar in him.

The smell of a tricky criminal.

Either today or tomorrow, sooner or later, this person will become another dead soul under his supernatural power, that is to say, even if he is clean now, in the future, he will definitely do horrific evil things.

Just look at it and you'd better send him to hell now.

"Prejudice? I've never been prejudiced against anyone," Ayatsuji said, looking him in the eyes. "I'll just tell the truth."

The other party looked unsure, as if his aggressive attitude was due to prejudice. Ayatsuji pedestrians knew that this was a means used by the other party to sway him, and did not have any special reaction.

"Since I don't know him, it seems suspicious and ruled out."

Others: ...can you be more perfunctory?

Ayatsuji pedestrians seemed to have known that they would have doubts, and calmly tapped the pipe, "As a detective, if you can't even tell the truth from the fake, you will be disqualified."

The implication is that he can hear whether the other party is lying to him.

A person hidden in the crowd silently smiled disdainfully.

Jing Yeyan and his subordinates stayed out of the case the whole time.

If it was him, it would be a pity for his profession if the murder was discovered.

There are too many ways to make a person disappear silently in this world.

But if there are detectives around, it should be over soon.

Sure enough, Kyono had only refilled a pot of black tea, and Ayatsuji's pedestrians had already found the culprit.

Accompanied by the sound of the prisoner crying bitterly beside his ears, Kyonoyan sharply looked up at the gorgeous chandelier covered with crystals above his head, shook his head regretfully, and began to think in his heart that this store should be closed and replaced in another store. The place is open, and I still want to find a way to cover up what happened here.

After all, this is his industry.

But soon he will be held accountable for failing a security check.