Missy is also looking for death in the magic world today

The tempura just out of the pan is crispy and golden, and the oil on the skin explodes in the air with small but happy sounds.

Although the shop mainly specializes in handmade soba noodles, Ishikawa, the owner and chef of Ishibashian, is very confident in his tempura frying skills. I dare to guarantee that those who taste it can feel the new life of spring and summer vegetables.

He first put two layers of oil-absorbing paper in the small round bamboo dustpan, then changed his mind the moment he put it on the plate, and added two more layers.

Such a good wine, can you? Don't make the next drink too greasy.

Thinking of this, he had to complain about his wife. If his wife hadn't banned him from drinking, he should have been able to drink that guest's whiskey.That is the most expensive black and white ghost in the "Hanyu Poker Series". A single bottle can be worth tens of millions of Japanese yen at auction, and there are only 400 barrels of wine in the world!

It takes only 270 minutes from Shiqiaoan to drive his small and capable Note to the county road No. 6 to reach the winery that produces this series.But with his confidence in fried tempura, he assured that without this guest, he would never have met? The legendary black and white ghost, let alone refuse the guest's invitation to have a drink together.

The moment I opened the back kitchen curtain to present the guests with wine, I saw the amber crystal wine, and my heart ached for a moment.But he is still in his heart? To his wife at home, he rejected such a big temptation, wife, look how much I love you.

"Did you go to Thirty Hammer Icicles today? "

"Go, it is indeed the art of ice."

This is a famous winter spot in Chichibu that only experts know? The guest who spoke standard language replied with a smile.

The ends of her brown and nearly black hair were wet from the melting snow, and the color on the shoulders of the black windbreaker was a little darker.In such a windy and snowy day, he, a man, would open an umbrella when he went out, but the young woman faced the wind and snow without any scruples.

Ishikawa chatted with the customer very familiarly. He was already very familiar with this customer. From the moment she came in through the store with the cold winter wind in her arms, the store, which is only open two days a week, closed at 10 p.m. All the time after [-]:[-] was left to her.

Besides the high fee she pays, it's nice not to be able to drink such a good wine, watching others drink it.His eyes could not help drifting to the whiskey glass exuding the aroma of single malt.

The unknown guest stared at him with black and golden pupils, amused by his gluttony, and teased him with a voice as cold as frost and snow,

"It seems? Boss, it's another day for you to love your wife."

"No, it's every day of loving my wife."

Ishikawa immediately put on a serious face and pretended to be serious.

At this moment, the cast-iron wind chimes on the door sounded. A series of distant sounds interrupted his "performance".

A tall man came in with his head slightly lowered. His white hair almost made him think that there was a sudden blizzard outside.

"excuse me."

After closing the door, the man naturally shook the snow at the door, completely unaware of the "Closed Business" wooden sign hanging on the door.Just as Shi Chuan's polite words of persuasion were on his lips, the female guest smiled and nodded at him.He looked at the two suspiciously. Based on his years of observing guests, he didn't feel that they were very familiar with each other.

Maybe it was because the wind and snow outside were too heavy, and the guest suddenly expressed kindness.

Ishikawa retreated to his cash register, leaving space for the couple. He took a sneak peek. The man looked pretty good, and he looked quite right with the customer. Maybe this was Shiqiaoan's version of "Ice and Snow" Romance".

Let it go.

The man sat directly across from the young woman, maybe it was too cold, Ishikawa saw that his hand hidden under the table was still trembling slightly, he thought he would say something to strike up a conversation, and was hesitating whether to do it When he asked him what he was eating, a word from the female guest directly dispelled his thoughts and ignited his gossip fire.

"This gentleman."

After the female guest spoke alienatedly, Ishikawa saw?

"You have been with me for about three days, so? What's the matter?"

The female guests hold two wine glasses with both hands?This is her habit. Every time she comes, she will ask for two wine glasses and hold them firmly in her hands. He hasn't gotten used to it enough to ask her why, and he has always been curious.

The man struggled for a while, as if he had made some major decision, he opened his mouth slowly,

"I got the news of the auction too late, and I want to buy a black and white ghost from you."

He carefully observed the expression of the female guest, and when he found that her face was still calm as usual, he added a little discouraged,

"Can you pass it on to me, my wife likes it very much."

Shi Chuan's fire of gossip was completely extinguished. It turns out that he has a wife, and he is a wife slave like him after a long time, so he can answer for the female guest. No way? She's almost drunk up.

Drink the bottle of collection-level wine, and still in a soba noodle shop? Tsk tsk, the female customer is really not an ordinary person.

The female guest understood the man's thoughts after hearing it, and replied to the man as he thought in his heart.The man didn't feel much distressed, he just smiled and pointed at her two wine glasses helplessly and said,

"Is it because of this that you drink from two cups? Can you drink faster?"

The female guest shook her head, stared at her hands, and pushed the wine glass in her left hand to the man,

"No. I haven't touched this cup. I'll treat you to a drink."

She suddenly turned her head and glanced at the cash register. When she looked at the man again, she was cautious.

"Did your wife let you drink?"

The man was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly laughed, his back and forth, the sound was so loud that it could shake the snow off the roof.He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, reached out to take the cup, his voice was still trembling under the influence of the intense emotion just now,

"Of course, we're still together? Drinking."

The female guest handed the cup to the man, and the two of them separated naturally after a short touch of fingertips.She frowned slightly and rubbed her temples, as if she had a headache.

"There are so many people who love their wives today."

She clinked glasses with the man.The man took a sip of the wine, his eyes lingering on the face of the female guest,

"Why two wine glasses? Are you waiting for someone?"

"I don't know, I just feel that the other hand is empty and must be holding something."

"yes……"

"Ah."

"May I take the liberty to ask, are you married?"

Ishikawa didn't know if it was his own illusion, he always felt that the man's straight back seemed to be very tense at this moment, and his five fingers were stiff on the wine glass like sculptures.

"No, but I seem to love a man very much."

The female guest shook her head again. Facing this kind of personal privacy is the same as facing the wind and snow outside. She has no scruples. Speaking of it? It seems to be someone else's business.

"I love you very much..."

The man was a little dignified, and his blue eyes were inexplicably a little apprehensive.

"Well, in my impression? Yes, but that man left me a dozen detailed plans for a 'three-year trip to Europe' in London two years ago and then disappeared. He only left me a note asking me to wait for him. Speaking of it, I don’t think I’ve seen him much.”

Ishikawa felt the man's hand trembling again. Now he wondered if this man really loved his wife. Why did he always stare at the female guest? Even if the female guest is beautiful, the married man Shouldn't we restrain ourselves from outside?

He was comparing the behavior of the man with himself, when the female guest turned around and greeted himself at the counter,

"Boss, get some wine buns."

"What mouth..."

"Red bean stuffing."

"please wait."

Ishikawa walked into the back kitchen through the curtain.

"Haha, I only know a friend who lost his girlfriend two years ago. Maybe we are talking about the same person."

The man smiled awkwardly, deep in his blue eyes was the pain that he didn't want others to notice.

The woman paused,

"The note he gave me said the love of your life, Osamu Dazai."

The man froze.If Ishikawa was still around at this time, he must have thought that he had seen the famous "Thirty Hammer Icicles" in Chichibu.

Because the man looked cold and sharp, as if he was about to fall from the stone wall and try to stab someone to death.

"Sorry, excuse me."

After saying hello, the man suppressed his anger and went out the door.

Leaving the woman alone to talk to herself,

"Do you know..."

……

Gojo Satoru walked out of that soba noodle shop and teleported directly to the dam of the Chichibu Reservoir.

He dialed Dazai Osamu's number with the force of poking the phone screen.

Before the phone rang twice, there was a busy tone. Osamu Dazai directly hung up the phone, and then he couldn't get through again, and that bastard blocked him.

No wonder?.No wonder? After he saw the unidentified corpse, numerous DNA tests showed that it was Kiritani Mio himself. No wonder? All private detectives couldn't find her under surveillance cameras all over the world.

He forgot that in the Armed Detective Agency where Dazai works? There is also an otaku flower bag that can manipulate all electronic devices!

That bastard!

Gojo Satoru almost dropped his cell phone.

He just wanted to ask Kiritani Mio what happened, why she lost her memory.

Ever since he received a call from Yota Yigu from New York, through the description, he was basically sure that it was his wife who could instantly exorcise the cursed spirit and purify it in Queens.

Knowing that she is going to Chichibu, he has been looking for her here.He didn't know when she would come, nor where she would go, so he could only look for her blindly.His intuition told him that her coming to Chichibu must have something to do with the "Hanyu Playing Cards" series of whiskeys that came out, and she liked drinking very much in her previous life.

Seen at an auction near the Chichibu Distillery? After her, two years later? Chaos intertwined in her mind. Her double life suddenly turned into a specific person in front of her eyes. Almost burst into tears.

During the three days of observation, he deliberately showed up several times, but she didn't have any impression of him, just like seeing all ordinary people, without any excessive expression.

She is not someone who can act, she really? can't remember? herself.

Just now, after the real face-to-face, she still called herself "this gentleman" coldly.

The color of her hair has changed, and the color of her pupils has also turned black and golden. He doesn't know what kind of influence she received during the Battle of Shibuya. If it wasn't for the spiritual power she once left in his body, he could still perceive it? She, he was almost not sure who the person in front of him was.

Spiritual power?

Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped holding the hand of the mobile phone.

……

Ishikawa hummed the song "Frozen" and happily cleared the table.

The guest left very early tonight, so he can go home quickly to accompany his wife.The cast-iron doorbells rang again, and a gust of cold wind, stronger than before, hit his door.He was shaking so much that he almost threw the white-haired man's face with the wine buns that were about to be removed from the tray in his hand.

The man stared at the untouched wine steamed bun that was about to be removed from his hand, his eyes darkened, and then he turned his head to look at the female guest's seat, and when he found that it was empty, he was so panicked that he lost his mind.

"What about her?"

"Just left."

Does this still look like a married man!Ishikawa silently condemned this man in his heart.But there are some things he has to say not to tell,

"The lady left you the rest of the series of wine just now, and said that she asked you to take it back to your wife."

"Ah."

Ishikawa really felt that this man had a mental problem, he always stared at the wine buns in his hand without saying a word, and became eccentric about others' favors.Ishikawa, who was stared uncomfortable by him, didn't know what to think, and suddenly asked,

"The wine steamed buns have been removed? There are still some in the back kitchen. Can I pack some for you?"

"No need, among all the sweets my wife doesn't eat, the only thing she doesn't eat is red bean paste."

The man didn't mention the drink anymore, just like the cold wind blowing in the moment he opened the door, he left in a chilly manner.

This man is mentally ill.Ishikawa has already stamped him. He is not sure whether he really loves his wife or not. He is not even sure whether he has a wife.

He continued to tidy up the table, and a small blue flower came into his eyes. On the table where the female guest was sitting, lay quietly a forget-me-not that should not appear in this season.

The author has something to say: Posting makes people bald. After all, speaking is not outside the law, and writing depends on skills.Let me think again, after all, I am still young.

感谢在2021-03-2518:53:48~2021-03-2615:23:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of small transparent;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!