On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

Natsuichi Watanabe took several paper towels to wipe off the dirt on the mirror. The yellowed sticky paste had been deposited for many years and turned into a hard piece, which could only be removed with the tip of a fingernail.

The poor paper towels were broken without accident, and the dirt touched the seam of the nails. Natsuyuki Watanabe's scalp was numb. He immediately turned on the faucet and carefully cleaned the dirty things stuck to his hands with disinfectant.

As soon as the faucet was turned on, the hidden pipe behind the sink overflowed, spreading from the iron frame, and a piece of dark yellow rusty water washed down, disgusting like urine.

Natsuyuki Watanabe used up all the tissues, and shallow forehead lines emerged from his frowning eyebrows. He threw the tissues into the toilet. Cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder struggled in his mind for a long time, and finally they came to a conclusion.

——He doesn't want to care about this kind of thing anymore, even if it is to relieve his desire, he would rather spend more money to go to a higher-end hotel next time... No, the women outside are disgusting except for their better skills, which makes his skin crawl. It wasn't because he got drunk with his grade teacher last night that he wouldn't just find a street girl on the street.

Natsuyuki Watanabe flattened the folds of his suit, washed his face through a slightly cleaner mirror, and tried to make himself look hangover-free.

It's already seven twenty, he should leave this ghost place immediately and take the Shinkansen to school.

——If only I could find a clean girl to be my girlfriend in school, damn the education system...

Natsuyuki Watanabe walked out of the toilet, and frowned again. The whole room was terribly small, and there were tatami mats less than half a meter outside the toilet door. The floor was covered with women's corsets, stockings, and panties, and the smell of sweat, fishy smell, and perfume Mixed together, the windows can only open a small gap, and the inside of the house is like a crowded sardine can, which is disgusting.

He started complaining about the things that made him angry again.

——Why can't a teacher freely choose to fall in love with a female college student...Report!Japan's education system is based on reports and complaints! ——If he hadn't been reported, how could he drink?How could you wake up in such a place so early in the morning!

Natsuyuki Watanabe scanned the room in disgust, it was hell.

The woman lay in the middle of the crumpled quilt, revealing a large tattoo of gaudy and cheap roses.After hearing the sound made by Natsuyuki Watanabe, she opened her eyes in a daze, as if she was thinking about the price she negotiated with the man yesterday.

"Uncle, is it afternoon yet?" The woman's voice was hoarse and satisfied.

"07:30." Natsuyuki Watanabe didn't want to have too many conversations with this kind of woman, as if it wasn't him who rode on her yesterday that was uglier than a male dog in heat.

"...Mmm, oh." The woman turned over, and a large flake of snow overflowed from the quilt.

Natsuki Watanabe's throat tightened, and the smell of alcohol from last night immediately lingered in his mind, almost making him feel overwhelmed.He looked away immediately.

The woman chuckled a few times, got up a little, and was looking for something in the pile of clothes. A hand painted with red nail polish was flicking the messy curly hair, trying to put back the scattered hair.

"Three thousand yen, uncle, one thousand more after the night..." The woman finally took out a pink business card with a curled edge, "My name is Anna... No, it's Lily—look, there are more business cards I always forget what my stage name is... My name is Lili, and I will take care of my business if I have the opportunity."

Lily smiled coquettishly as she spoke, but she wore makeup that faded away overnight, making her look more funny than sexy.

Natsuyuki Watanabe watched as the business card was handed to him. On that hand, the edge of the nail polish showed chipped paint, as if it hadn't been washed after doing that kind of thing yesterday.

"No." He immediately took out [-] yen from his briefcase and put it on the cabinet next to him, "I don't need it."

After saying the last sentence, he fled in despair.

The iron door was slammed shut.

Lily rolled her eyes and continued to lie in bed. Her plan today was to sleep until three o'clock in the afternoon, then take a shower and put on makeup, and go to the street to find a reliable man to hang out with for the night—no, there is no reliable man.

She will be 32 years old next month, and she has long since lost her longing for love. All the men in the world are beasts driven by the lower body. When she was young, she had the ability to turn the most sensible man into a The minister under her skirt.

But ever since she was deceived by love, she seemed to have been sucked out of the soul of confusing people, and now she is in such a mess.

In addition to the advantage of cheap rent, basement rented houses are simply a place without fire, and all the rotten and moldy marks on the walls are an ordeal.

The child upstairs got up and hit the floor with a toy, and Lily couldn't fall asleep either. She cursed and found a nude stocking from the quilt to put on her leg. Then she squinted her eyes and stared in the dark. Look for clean corsets in your rented house.

She skillfully turned her hands behind her back and fastened the ring to the tightest position, so that she would appear fuller in the open-necked skirt.

"Ok?"

Lily snorted suspiciously. The buckle behind her couldn't be fastened anyway. She walked into the bathroom, turned her back to the mirror, and turned her head to look.

……What is this?

The woman's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the center of her shoulder blades, among the bright rose bushes, a pair of palm-sized moth wings protruded from her body.

"found it!"

Wind chimes ding-dong.

The door of the izakaya was suddenly pushed open, and a man with yellow hair and pigtails pushed in, holding a file bag in his hand.

"Mr. Kunikida?" Qinghuai raised his head, slightly surprised, he didn't expect the members of the detective agency to come here suddenly.

"Where's Dazai?"

"Maybe he's still sleeping." Qing Huai paused, "I haven't seen him this morning."

"That guy..." Kunikida Doppo sighed, and then took out the information in the file bag, "Forget it, it's not a good thing for that guy to know, maybe he will pester him to go..."

"Ok?"

Kunikida Doppo murmured a few words in a low voice, and handed the information to Qing Huai, "We found some abnormalities on Citi Street, and the preliminary estimate may be related to "worm eggs"—"

""Eggs"? "Qing Huai immediately cheered up and read the materials carefully, because his Japanese is not very good, so the reading speed is relatively slow.

Kunikida Doppo explained while he was watching, "On the night of March 3, the police found a body on Citi Street. After investigation, it was confirmed that it was a male about 2 years old. He was about 30 meters five and weighed 1.7 kilograms. The man His name is Natsuyuki Watanabe, a lecturer in public computer courses at Yokohama Women's University, who had been missing for 67 hours before his death."

"There was a penetrating wound in the deceased's abdomen, three centimeters wide, which was inserted from the front of the abdomen. It is estimated that the murder weapon was a Nodachi."

"No Taidao?" Qinghuai raised his eyes, who would carry such an exaggerated thing on his body to assassinate, isn't this a living target?

The yellow-haired man nodded, "Yes."

"Then why can't we find the murderer?" Qing Huai frowned, such a special weapon, combined with the information of the deceased and calling out the monitoring, should immediately lock the suspect.

"There is a suspect. The police believe that he is a junior student at Yokohama Women's University. The motive for the crime is emotional dispute." Kunikida Doppo said, "The only bank surveillance camera on Citi Street captured that student."

Qing Huai immediately grasped the suspicious point in Kunikida Doppo's words, "The police judge? So, the detective agency doesn't think so?"

"Mr. Ranpo's reasoning is like this." The man explained, "Not to mention how the student obtained the murder weapon and how it was transported to Citi Street, let's talk about the suspect herself. A petite girl who weighs 1.6 kilograms simply doesn’t have the strength to lift a Nodachi and stab a grown man in the abdomen—this assumption is still based on confronting a grown man head-on without being resisted.”

"So, the murderer is someone else?" Qing Huai shifted her gaze to the information of the deceased in the file.

The man's appearance looked older than his age, with swollen eyelids, narrow nose bridge, thin and short lips, and his entire facial features gave off a sense of cramped make-up, making him look uncomfortable.It may be because of frowning all the time, even in the ID photo, there is an indelible wrinkle on the forehead, and the taste of meanness emerges spontaneously.

I don't know if it's because of looking at the photos of the deceased, Qinghuai always feels uncomfortable all over.

"The murderer is someone else." Kunikida Doppo responded to Qing Huai's words, "And we suspect that the murderer is not human at all."

"Is it a "worm egg"? "

"Not sure yet." The man adjusted his glasses with a serious expression, "But the existence of "worm eggs" was indeed found in the corpse. "

"On the wound?"

"No, it's inside the corpse." Kunikida Doppo put it another way, "Inside the vas deferens—a female forensic doctor discovered it, but other forensic doctors couldn't see it. She insisted on reporting it, and the detective agency noticed something wrong."

"How could it appear in that part?"

"Therefore, we speculate that the object of the deceased's sexual intercourse before his death is likely to be closely related to the "worm eggs". "

—— See the phoenix tree in the second month?

Discomfort appeared in the youth's dark eyes, how did such things as "worm eggs" come about?What kind of harm will it cause?

With the system disconnected, Qing Huai didn't know any of this information, and even the concept of "adult" was based on guesswork.

Now the transmission route and source of the "worm eggs" are still unclear. Once that thing explodes on a large scale, it will be a time bomb/bomb that may erupt at any time from the destruction of the world that Osamu Dazai said.

"I have to go to the scene to see." Qing Huai affirmed, "The murderer must know something."

"Where are you going?" Dazai Osamu's voice suddenly sounded, brisk and joyful, this guy always comes and goes without a trace, no one knows when he came down.

"...Citi Street." Knowing that he couldn't hide from this guy, Kunikida Doppo said helplessly, "Investigate the suspect."

"Oh, what's that place? I haven't been there."

Kunikida Doppo:?

As we all know, Citi Street is the most famous red-light district in Yokohama. A long street runs through the river bay. From the couple capsule hotel to the peachy bathing center to the top Cowherd mansion, from the delicate and beautiful girl to the charming royal sister, a woman of color One word can sum up all the commercial activities of this street.

Has someone like Osamu Dazai ever been there?

"What are you thinking?" Osamu Dazai's eyes were full of shock, "I am a pure love party, how could I go to such a place!"

Kunikida Doppo: "...So you still know what's there, right?"

"Tch, if you don't know, you don't know."

Qing Huai, who had no idea what the two were talking about:?