The days of being a forensic doctor of salted fish in Rice Flower Town

Thinking of this, I don't bother with this poem anymore, I leave the brain-intensive task of finding the treasure to a detective who is good at it~

I looked up at the people around me, most of them had already fallen into deep thought about this strange poem, the psychic over there even struck a match and was chanting mani mani bang!

I'm different from them, I'm all eyes and minds on my dinner, you know, if you don't have to do the work, can you skip the meal?

The road to treasure hunting is long and ethereal, but the meal is now.

I have to say that this exclusive dinner in the castle is really exquisite and rich, and the host of the banquet seems to attach great importance to it.Each delicate little plate is arranged as if following the strict golden ratio, and the caviar is served with finely crushed ice.

In front of me was an extremely exquisite apple pie, layers of soft cakes covered with thick and rich white snow ice cream balls like Mount Fuji, exuding the air-conditioning that rose from layers to layers.

However, the huge shining chandelier in the restaurant is undoubtedly a challenge for the apple pie. The creamy ice cream covered on it is constantly melting, and the fluffy cake is obviously unable to support it and becomes soft. The kitchen is still working overtime. The maids come Come and go, have to replace the delicate apple pie with ice cream that has not yet melted.

In fact, they can add apple pie at dessert time, which can save a few ice cream replacements.

I just feel sorry for these seemingly expensive ice creams of aristocratic blood. They were carefully decorated and melted before they were eaten in this world.

It's a pity that most people don't care about the ice cream apple pie that has been melted and reshaped. The host put all the dishes on the long table at the beginning to reflect the luxurious and grand dinner.

At first glance, it is indeed full of momentum, but as soon as you enter, you will be shocked by the big scene, as if someone should pick up the red wine bottle and start giving a rotten and smelly speech in the next second.

But I can't stand it anymore. These exquisite and delicious desserts are all Matsuda Jinpei's favorite. If he knows that the little desserts he can't eat are wasted, how heartbroken he will be.

I seem to be able to see the scene of him clutching his chest and saying "hungry, hungry" to me. Poor Matsuda Jinpei, I don't know where he is in a disgraceful little corner to dismantle the bomb.

I reached out to stop a person who wanted to remove the ice cream apple pie that was somewhat melted and in bad shape, and signaled the waiter to leave it on my plate, let me settle my share in advance, and maybe stop the waste of an extra ice cream drain.

The slightly melted thick cream ice cream tastes really good, and the rich apple pie wrapped in vanilla ice cream is almost worthy of a Michelin star. Unfortunately, people at the banquet seemed to be preoccupied and did not want to eat a piece of food that was not in good shape.

I was still regretting that the delicate (small) ice cream scoops could be swallowed in one bite, but when I turned around, I realized that the ice creams on the apple pie in front of everyone were all different flavors. Amuro, who was sitting next to me Tou was thinking about his chocolate ice cream ball, and I was staring at his chocolate ice cream ball.

I also really want to eat chocolate ice cream. Chocolate and ice cream match like Mihua Town and detectives. Unfortunately, I can only hold back and watch the chocolate melt and drip on the golden butter meringue of the apple pie. Like my tears, why does it flow from the corner of my mouth.

Maybe it was because my eyes were too hot, the heat seemed to speed up the melting of the ice cream, Amuro felt something was wrong through his sensitivity, and turned his head to meet my staring eyes.

(Actually, it’s the eyes staring at the chocolate ice cream!)

I turned my head unnaturally, suppressing my longing for chocolate, but at the last moment I looked away, I saw Toru Amuro silently moving the ice cream towards me.

My first reaction: yes!Is the chocolate ice cream mine?

My second reaction: what should I do, am I just a greedy cat in his eyes?

I waved my hand, determined to overcome my appetite and maintain my last dignity.

Unexpectedly, Toru Amuro broke through my absolute defense with a single sentence. He said to me in a low voice, "I'm changing ice cream balls again. If you don't eat them, this will be wasted."

I was stunned for a moment, and after struggling and hesitating in my heart, I decided to kindly help him practice the disc operation.

Toru Amuro will find out that I'm a good guy, right?

People who finish their food are good-natured people.

Everyone present except me was preoccupied and absent-mindedly eating the food in front of me. If the treasure would make people lose their appetite, I would still choose to enjoy the food.

Well, in fact, they have all put down their knives and forks, only I am still cooking.

But it seemed a little bad to have a table of people waiting for me. I still kept the last bit of ladylike image, swallowed the last mouthful of foie gras, and put down my fork slowly and reluctantly.

dinner is over

Mrs. Tanaka asked her butler to show us the inside of the manor and everyone's room.

Everyone sees this as an important lead-gathering process.

Only I, stroking my chubby belly, took this section of the road as an after-dinner walk with satisfaction, leisurely like a cat that starts shopping after eating, this is called after-dinner digestion.

Hundred steps after dinner

live to 99

And I also noticed.

This butler is very handsome!

He wears gold-rimmed glasses, is neatly dressed in uniform, and wears exclusive white silk gloves.

It's like a gentle ascetic little butler who jumped out of an otome game and is gentle on the surface but dark on the back.

If this was a playable character in a game I play, I'd be blown away!

I have to say that it must be very pleasing for Mrs. Hans to keep such a beautiful housekeeper by her side.

I walked on the soft blanket, and the blanket was laid flat to take us to every corner of the castle and through every room.

I am still amazed at the elegant yet exquisite decoration here, and want to discuss with Xiaolan about the suitability of Baroque classical carved lamps and ice cream in glass cups with snow falling on the dining table. What are you watching.

Toru Amuro was looking at the Bohemian plush blanket, but he didn't care about Bohemia, and he didn't care whether the fluffy was wool or goose feathers. He asked the butler leading the way cautiously:

"Excuse me, are there any young children living here?"

He picked up Conan on the side, pointed to Conan with an innocent face and said, "It's about the same age as him, or a little smaller."

Conan smiled, his innocent and stiff smile didn't seem to last long.

"Hmm...no..." The handsome butler put on his gold-rimmed glasses and asked, "Why did you say that, sir?"

Toru Amuro's face was gloomy, and he frowned and explained to everyone: "Because the floor here is covered with blankets, and the corners of the table and other corners are covered with cushions."

I looked around his train of thought and found that what he said was indeed true. Thick blankets were spread all over the castle, and there were thick sponges on the corners of the table as a buffer for strength. Even older children would not do this at home, not to mention that there are many furniture here that can be regarded as cultural relics.

Mr. Housekeeper smiled slightly: "As expected of a Maori detective's disciple. However, our family does not have any children living here. These blankets and cushions were set up by the previous owner to protect Miss Nana, who is still a girl."

The butler coughed twice, and a strange and unpredictable smile appeared under the gold-rimmed glasses: "You know, a girl... is always a fragile glass product. The little lady is the apple of the eye of the whole family, so she is naturally protected. Everyone I can't bear to hurt her in the slightest."

He stepped forward slowly and pushed open a heavy door.

The door creaked and opened, like a switch, and classical operas began to play automatically on all sides. The classical vocals of sopranos came from all directions, as if people were in a medieval church, which made me feel a little depressed.

"This is the collection room of the castle."

He introduced us.

I noticed that in a glass display case at hand, there was a rose covered by a glass cover. The roses were as bright as fresh flowers.

"That's the eternal flower."

Seeing that I was attracted by this collection, Amuro took the initiative to explain to me.

Preserved flowers are eternally youthful and beautiful, but they are not real flowers.

I couldn't help but think of what he said just now, and couldn't help but read aloud softly:

"The maiden...is...a fragile glass object..."

When I went to look at the eternal rose locked by the glazed cover again, I found that it seemed to be a little dimmer, and the petals were curled up...

I took a step aside, watched the rose's heart turn towards me a little bit, and then suddenly...

A face popped out!

I was so startled that I almost fell on Toru Amuro.

Fortunately, he helped me, but he didn't ask me what happened, because he followed my gaze and looked at the rose from my position.

He saw that face too.

A face made of rose petals clustered together and wrinkled into a silent cry.

I felt a chill up my spine.

Hastily turned away from looking at it.

But when I turned to the other side, I realized that Detective Maori had already turned to the other side and opened another small door.

The housekeeper didn't follow them, but smiled and watched me turn pale because of the roses.

Everyone regarded this as an ordinary visit to the manor.

But in the small room where the door was just opened in the distance, Xiaolan's scream suddenly pierced the dark night sky, like ringing a bell in everyone's heart, and completely opened the curtain of the manor drama.

When Toru Amuro and I heard the scream, we looked at each other, resolutely abandoned the rose, turned our heads and ran towards the room where the scream came from.

The author says:

Song Tiantian: If I were a character who can be captured in an Otome game, would you explode for me?

Riko: No.

Isn't this what Gogou will come up with?Want me to spend money?

感谢在2022-05-1515:00:17~2022-05-1618:00:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Wangzai passing by;

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