On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Qing Huai continued to run the izakaya step by step every day. Since that day, the system has been busy, and he couldn't summon it no matter what. Even the rewards for the task of making signature dishes were automatically sent by the light screen.

The recent business has been in a tepid state, but it seems that because of the effectiveness of the couple's publicity on Tutu last time, there are many more customers than before.Although many seats were still vacant, the profits of the night gradually filled up, which was enough to cover Qinghuai's personal living expenses, as well as the salaries of Dazai Osamu and Saiki Kusuo.

Christmas Eve came in a flash. In order not to delay the normal operation of the izakaya at night, the two deliberately chose to have lunch at noon.

Qinghuai's original words were: "Pretending to be a couple with a man is strange enough, so let's skip the candlelight dinner."

Osamu Dazai didn't care, Qinghuai felt that the purpose of his trip was not for any investigation at all, but just for the high-level mentaiko he was thinking of.

It was exactly twelve o'clock when we arrived at the restaurant. In order to avoid being recognized by the people of Yuejianshan's family, Qinghuai put on a mask and hid his whole face behind the black cloth, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed passionate.

The waiter led them to a seat by the window, which was specially ordered by Qinghuai, which was very secret, surrounded by jade bamboo curtains and green plants, and the windows were also single-sided glass.

The decoration style of Yuejianshan's house has always been pure and noble, expensive but not extravagant, even the restaurant is the same, the taste and character are extremely inversely proportional...

The waiter was very kind, and directly turned the menu to the page for Christmas couples, "What do you two want?"

Osamu Dazai happily ordered set meal A, and after the waiter left, he turned his head and asked Qing Huai, "Boss, do you still smell the same smell as before?"

Qinghuai took off the mask and smelled it carefully, "No."

"That's strange." Osamu Dazai said, "Now we can be 90% sure that the smell comes from that thing, and this restaurant is definitely the source of transmission."

"But what is the reason for spreading this kind of thing?" Qinghuai frowned, "Ordinary people can't touch it, so is it good for the Yuejianshan family?"

"Think about it carefully, boss, what happened when those egg-shaped foreign bodies appeared?"

Qinghuai recalled carefully, the first time I saw it was in an izakaya, on the roses brought by a young couple, and then in a western restaurant, on a plate used by a middle-aged social animal...

"……negative emotion?"

Quarreling couples, angry middle-aged people, it's clearly just trivial things for no reason, but they can always be easily ignited...

"——In winter, when the weather is dry and things are dry, people's tempers will also turn bad." Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, "Isn't it?"

"Could it be that this is the real concretization of system tasks?" Qing Huai pondered, "It's not a specific bad guy, or a certain villain organization—but a source of pollution that can cause people to have negative emotions and trigger social panic? "

"So, emotions are small and small, but once they flood, they will easily destroy the world." The man became serious, "Japan is a country with a very high suicide rate, with 2 suicides per year. About 80% of people have had the idea of ​​committing suicide—if that thing spreads throughout Japan, it is estimated that 85% of people will fall into suicide crisis, and the extra 5% will be due to the spread of despair—this The data also exclude panic-induced homicide."

"If this is the case, within an hour, Japanese society will completely disintegrate, and within a day, the Japanese government will declare the country subjugated—" Osamu Dazai said, "Two days later, the East Asian economy will collapse irreparably, and a week later, a world war will break out completely. For starters, in 15 minutes there will be no living things left on Earth."

Qinghuai pursed her lips tightly, and a hint of confusion flashed across her eyes, "But what benefits does this have for the Yuejianshan family?"

"The only explanation is that the Yuejianshan family didn't even know about it."

"..."

"Speaking of which," Osamu Dazai paused, and pointed out the window, "Why are those guys I saw last time here?"

"But, Mr. Wujo, you actually brought us to such a high-end restaurant?"

Nagasaki Yaqiangwei raised her mobile phone, trying to find an angle to take a picture of herself and the name of the restaurant—she had only seen such a luxurious place in TV dramas, and even when she was studying in Tokyo, the living expenses sent from her hometown were only enough for daily life , There is no chance to come to this kind of place to eat.

"Youren, can you take a picture for me?" Still unable to find a suitable angle, he had to ask his companion for help.

Fu Heihui was no stranger to this kind of scene, and amidst the enthusiastic click sound of Knotweed Yujin, he turned his head and asked Lord Baimao beside him: "Is this the restaurant where the curse spirit appeared?"

"Ah, not exactly," Gojo Satoru was wearing a blindfold today, his white hair was loosely scattered behind his forehead, and the rate of turning his head back was extremely high. Others thought it was some kind of Christmas Eve street performance art.

"I just want to take this opportunity to treat my lovely students to a good meal." Gojo Satoru smiled, "After all, we will stay in Yokohama for a long time."

"Besides," he shook his index finger, "it's all free anyway, so if you don't go, it's not worth it—ah, there are roses for lovers at the door! Hui, I think we can pretend... eh?"

Kei Fukuro had long been three meters away from this dangerous teacher, standing next to Yujin Knotabagi, with a serious face, giving advice to Nagasaki Yeqiangwei's posing for the photo.

——Tch, impolite brat.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, Six Eyes keenly sensed a trace of energy fluctuations, his azure blue eyes narrowed slightly in the blindfold——

Behind the single-sided glass in the dining room, there is a kind of evenly matched force that makes his blood boil, and is also looking at him.

— as if provocative.

The author has something to say: I will be busy with papers this week, and the update will be relatively short, please understand.