At 6:10 p.m., the last ray of sunlight disappeared into the sky and night fell.
L'Osie French restaurant in Ginza district, Tokyo.
As a Michelin three-star restaurant under the Shiseido Group, L'Osie uses a grand and elegant decoration. The lighting in the hall is warm and bright, and a famous flower arrangement stands upright in the atrium. Waiters in white shirts and vests walk back and forth between the tables with a solemn look and no sound under their feet. A faint fragrance floats in the air.
Yasuaki Domon ordered the chef's special set menu in advance and sat in the middle of the hall with his wife, tasting the expensive red wine and chatting and laughing affectionately.
Sakaki Makoto, who was sitting at the door, saw this scene and was lost in thought. He decided to bring Miss Miyano to try it next time.
but...
Although the service was high-end, Makoto Sakaki always felt uncomfortable and uneasy.
There are too many rules.
Not only do you have to make reservations in advance, but you also have to prepare the dining itinerary sent to your email by the restaurant in advance. Not only that, you cannot choose your favorite seats. You must wear formal attire to enter, and the upper body must wear a shirt or jacket with a collar, and the lower body must wear long pants + socks. Female guests are not allowed to wear suspenders, miniskirts and other overly revealing clothing... If you violate the store's rules, you will not be allowed to enter, and no refund will be given.
Fortunately, he was wearing a suit, otherwise he might not have been able to get in through the door today.
You want to ask how the food tastes...
Makoto Sakaki can only tell you that the presentation and ingredients are indeed impeccable, but the three-star Michelin restaurants he has tried are not quite to his taste, or rather...
Michelin three-star chefs have their own unique aesthetic understanding of dishes. The biggest difference between them and ordinary restaurants is creativity. Michelin three-star chefs will use their knowledge system and unique understanding of ingredients to break people's perception of traditional cooking. They will consider taste, but it is not the most important thing.
Makoto Sakaki thinks he should bring Miss Miyano to try it once, because...
The desserts at Michelin three-star restaurants are truly amazing. Take the French restaurant chosen by Yasukuni Domon as an example. They mostly prepare only three types of after-meal desserts: macarons, claret and madeleines.
Many people have heard of macarons, which are much more famous than the latter two. But in fact, both macarons and madeleines are the specialties of French restaurants.
The famous French novelist Marcel Proust once wrote a literary masterpiece "Remembrance of Things Past" because of his fond memories of Madeleine cake, which brought Madeleine cake onto the historical stage.
Miss Miyano, who loves desserts, will definitely love this taste.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was quiet. One could faintly hear the sound of knives and forks hitting porcelain plates and the sound of subtle conversations. Looking at those women who were dressed gorgeously and covered their mouths with their hands and chuckled from time to time, Sakaki Makoto missed the days when he sat under the ramen stall on the street and competed with Kid and the others.
Ding-a-ling!
Ding-a-ling!
"I'm going out to answer a phone call."
After saying hello to the secretary, Makoto Sakaki walked out of the restaurant and found that it was Gin calling.
"Hello, Boss?"
"Domon Yasuteru is out of hospital?"
As soon as the call was connected, Gin's voice came out:
"What's going on?"
"He insisted on being discharged from the hospital, and the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't stop him, so I got him a discharge certificate."
Sakaki lit up a cigarette. He had expected Gin to ask this question, so he answered truthfully:
"But it's no problem. He wanted to hire me as a personal bodyguard, and I agreed."
"You think he's your personal bodyguard?"
Gin sounded a little surprised in the microphone, but soon regained his composure and sneered:
"You are courting death... You continue to monitor him and contact me immediately if anything happens. That's all."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Sakaki Makoto did not return to the restaurant. Instead, he sat down on the edge of the flower bed and started smoking.
The probability of a restaurant like the three-star Michelin restaurant being accidentally planted with a bomb is extremely small and can be ignored. After all, there are people checking it all the time and the seats are not fixed. How can the criminal be sure that the target will sit in the position where the bomb is?
Are you going to blow up the entire restaurant?
There are plenty of ways to kill someone, there's no need to make things difficult for yourself.
After learning that they would be staying at Domon Yasuteru's house for the next few days, Sakaki Makoto asked Miss Miyano and the others to go back first. He could handle it alone at night. Miss Miyano hadn't seen Akemi much recently, so it was normal for the sisters to have some night chats.
"call..."
Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Sakaki Makoto let out a breath, and a nerve in his head suddenly jumped.
Sakaki Makoto covered his forehead with his hands. It felt like someone was digging his head with fingernails. His head ached slightly and the tearing feeling appeared again.
“Mad!”
After hitting his head twice, Sakaki Makoto shook it vigorously. The pain subsided slightly, but he suddenly felt that his sensitivity to sound increased, as if he was trapped in a wooden barrel. The sound of the wind became ethereal and the noisy voices on the roadside became clearer.
He slowly raised his head and suddenly saw a man in a black robe holding a Bible standing in the shadow of a tree not far ahead. He held a silver cross between his fingers and looked up at the night sky with a look of sorrow:
"You saw her."
"who?"
"I have seen him."
The man ignored Sakaki Makoto's question and muttered to himself:
"I've seen... him."
Sakaki Makoto rolled his eyes, threw away his cigarette butt with a curse, stood up and walked into the store.
He didn't have the time to deal with Nobuaki Asakura. This guy must have something wrong with his brain. He was playing tricks all the time. He hadn't seen him for a long time and thought he had disappeared, but he jumped out again when he wasn't paying attention!
"There is no time."
Sakaki Makoto suddenly stopped and turned around. He remembered that Vermouth had said the same thing.
At some point, Asakura Nobuaki had already stopped looking at the night sky and stared straight at Sakaki Makoto:
"You see me as a reflection in a bubble, and I see you as a lie in a well. Anyone who kills someone will be judged. I will pay for your sin. But the gates of hell will soon open, and the devils will reappear on earth. Only the dead... can bury the dead."
Sakaki Makoto was confused by these words and didn't understand them.
But before he could ask, the shadow under the tree disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.
"No time?"
Sitting back in the restaurant, Makoto Sakaki was still thinking about Asakura Nobuaki's last two sentences.
What time?
Only the dead can bury the dead?
If the person buried was Karasuma Renya, then...
Who is the dead man?
When Asakura Nobuaki appeared this time, his words were vague and mixed with a lot of information, making him like a charlatan.
Oh, he is indeed a charlatan, Sakaki Makoto is convinced of this.
"Mr. Domon!"
The secretary suddenly stood up, interrupting Sakaki Makoto's thoughts.
Domon Yasuteru, who had already finished his dinner, came over with his wife and said with a smile:
"Mie, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Makoto Sakaki. Mr. Makoto Sakaki, and this is my wife, Mie Domon."
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