Chapter 156 Everything Can Be Cooked

The morning sun shone warmly and softly into the room, shining through the white gauze onto Rodney's face.

Through his eyelids, it illuminated his hazy consciousness.

He rolled over in his bed, buried his head in the shadows, and then opened his eyes.

This was the way his wife woke him up, by pulling open the heavy beige curtains, leaving only the thin layer of white gauze.

No need to speak loudly, the sunshine will help her do the rest.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then sat up, closed his eyes, and stretched his body.

Today is the day when he will undergo the spirit awakening ceremony from the spirit master.

Rodney took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. After doing this several times, he quickly got up and washed up.

He was wearing a dark blue high-collared uniform, black high riding boots, and a leather belt around his waist with a row of shiny buttons.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Tiffany had just prepared breakfast, honey toast, fried eggs, bacon and oatmeal.

After living together for many years, they have developed an amazing tacit understanding.

"Good morning," they hugged each other tightly.

Rodney picked up the knife and fork, looking at the slightly darkened bread and burnt eggs, a slight burnt smell entered his nose.

It was obvious that the chef in charge of breakfast was not paying enough attention.

Rodney finished his breakfast silently and quickly, picked up the holster and slung it over his body as usual, and hung a wooden baton on his right waist.

He said goodbye to his family as usual: "Dear, I won't be back tonight. See you tomorrow."

Tiffany suddenly hugged him tightly: "I love you."

Rodney understood his wife's concerns. He sniffed the lemongrass scent in his wife's hair:

"It will be fine. You forgot that I still have the special potion that Klauen gave me. However, if you use more force, I'm afraid these delicate bottles will not be able to withstand the strong love and jealousy between us and break into pieces."

Tiffany immediately loosened her embrace: "Be well, remember, the children and I are waiting for you at home, we can't live without you."

"It will be fine."

The two separated and Rodney quickly walked out of the room.

When he walked onto the street, he looked back and saw his wife leaning against the window. He clenched his fists on his chest, nodded slightly, and strode away.

After he reported to the patrol team, he was arranged to ride in a carriage with another person in the training program in the branch.

He looked at his colleague opposite him, who was rubbing his hands together, his face revealing an expression of both excitement and anxiety.

"Johnny, relax."

"I can't relax at all," said Johnny, a handsome young man. "My heart is beating like crazy when I think about whether I can have a different life or die in obscurity in a ceremony. Man, aren't you worried that you might not make it?"

"I'm a little worried, but I believe the power of love can overcome all difficulties. My lover and children are waiting for me at home," Rodney patted his chest, where four potions lay quietly in his shirt pocket.

"Nonsense," Johnny sneered. How could reality be changed by human will?

After about an hour's journey, their carriage arrived at the fraternity.

Their information had already been submitted, and after their identities were verified, the two were arranged to go to a conference room to wait for the arrival of other participants in the training program.

Those who participated in this elite training program were the best from each patrol station. After waiting for more than ten minutes, everyone arrived one after another.

Then they began to receive training.

The content of the training was to understand spirit control, precautions during the spirit awakening ceremony, and how to adjust one's own state to achieve a symbiotic state with the spirit control. The training lasted until the evening. The participants had a sumptuous dinner and were then taken into a small room individually.

"The door of the room will not be opened until tomorrow morning. I hope to see you again," the leader said indifferently with a hint of meaning, and then closed the door.

Rodney discovered that there was no handle on the metal door, which meant it was impossible to open the door from the inside.

The room was small and cramped, barely three or four square meters, with all kinds of strange black symbols and blood-red lines painted on the walls and the door.

There was only a small table inside with a candle lit on it, a fluorescent glass container and a few potions.

A starfish-like creature was floating in the container, with thin blue lines on the skin of its tentacles.

It is from these fine lines that the fluorescence is emitted.

"Is this what I want to coexist with? What kind of abilities does it have?"

Rodney had question marks in his mind, as this knowledge was never mentioned during the training. He understood that only those who got out alive were qualified to know more.

He took a deep breath to calm his nervous and expectant mood, then gritted his teeth and poured all the potions on the table and the special potion he brought into his mouth.

The potions on the table were either bitter or disgusting, and he almost vomited when he drank them just now.

Fortunately, the potion he brought had no such disgusting taste at all. The silver-white potion was sweet and refreshing, and after taking the golden potion, he felt a warm current emanating from his stomach.

Rodney opened the container as he was trained and held the starfish in his hands. Then, it was time to accept his fate.

His originally calm mood immediately became uneasy again.

Time seemed to pass very slowly. He could feel his own heartbeat and heavy breathing, and even the sound of blood flowing through his body.

One of the motionless starfish's arms suddenly moved, and the blue lines on its body emitted an even brighter fluorescence.

Mist was rising from the starfish, and the coldness spread from the palms of his hands to his body, and the temperature in the room began to drop.

The mist began to distort, and Rodney felt wind swirling in the quiet and closed room, and a faint stench filled the air.

Then, a pale white flame lit up on the starfish's body, and the interior of the flame was light blue. It was like a slowly sinking ship and merged into the palm of his hand.

"hehe."

The distant laughter echoed in the room.

The sound penetrated all over and got into his mind.

Rodney saw his blood vessels exposed on his skin, forming strange patterns, and his whole body began to turn cold.

A creepy wailing sounded in his mind, and Rodney saw several twisted tentacle shadows appearing on the walls of the room.

Cold sweat broke out on his back and goose bumps appeared on the skin of his arms.

The tentacles waved wildly, and the candle flame rushed to the roof and burned out in an instant.

The room fell into darkness.

"Haha. Now, you are mine."

Eerie whispers echoed in his ears, he felt as if someone was blowing gently on the back of his neck, and footsteps could be heard constantly around his body.

His scalp tingled and his arms began to tremble slightly.

"I'm really crazy to be willing to participate in this plan!"

For a moment, Rodney felt a little regretful, and then he heard excited shouts in his ears.

It was about to begin, and he knew that the real test was coming.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and prepared to face the difficult battle.

The knowledge gained from the training told him that he would need to struggle for several hours before he could combine the power of his mind with the spiritual power of the spirit controller, open up a space of consciousness, and gain the ability to use the power of the spirit controller.

He swallowed hard and closed his wide eyes.

A cool feeling burst out from his mind, and Rodney suddenly felt that the footsteps in the room disappeared.

Waves of wailing came from my mind, but this time it was no longer the eerie and terrifying wailing. Instead, it sounded like the screams of a wild beast that was seriously injured.

He felt that he had come to a spherical space with soft light in it and boundless darkness outside it.

He saw a starfish-like monster rolling wildly in a golden flame, with black smoke burning on its body.

What he didn't know was that there was also a golden light rising in the room. The light emanated from his body, and black smoke kept flying out of his pores, burning in the golden light.

In the spherical space, as the burning continued, the starfish's body became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into something that looked like a light blue five-pointed star, with occasional blue flames rising from it.

At this time, no more black smoke came out of Rodney's pores, and the golden light also disappeared.

The room fell into darkness again.

Rodney's consciousness touched the blue five-pointed star, and an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart. He understood the role of his spirit control.

His consciousness exited the conscious space, and he felt that the temperature in the room was no longer so cold, and his body felt warm and comfortable.

He stretched out his finger, and a blue ice flame rose up, and the temperature in the room began to drop again.

That's it?! Rodney bared his teeth. Isn't it too easy to become a spirit master?!

After deciding to join the training program, he signed a life and death agreement and was prepared for the worst.

Although Crown vowed that he could reduce the risk to zero, he only took it as words to comfort himself.

In his mind, this kind of thing could probably only be done by gods!

But now, his previous experience made him understand that maybe what the other party said was true.

He just felt the horror of the evil spirit, and everything was over. If the authorities had the ability, how could they be so bored and do so much useless work?

As a detective, Rodney has strong logical thinking. He knows that by checking how many of the subjects participating in the plan are still alive tomorrow morning, he will be able to determine whether it is his brother-in-law's medicine that is working.

After figuring this out, he put all his worries aside and began to experiment with the abilities he had now acquired.

He was like a child who got a new toy and never tired of exploring ways to use his abilities until he was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

In the corridor outside the experimenters' room, warlocks would walk around with documents in their hands every once in a while.

There were banging noises coming from the doors of many rooms.

The warlocks nodded secretly. At this time, most of the experimenters had already taken the potion and began to be possessed by evil spirits.

Any movement inside indicates that the experimenter is fighting for the body with the evil spirit. If there is total silence in those rooms, it can be considered that the experiment has most likely failed.

. . . .

While Rodney was taking the potion and the talisman water, Crown was fiddling with a perch, and there were two more in the basin at his feet.

This is a rare item, which Del bought specially for Janice to try after he got his salary. It is said that one sells for two Gold Shields, so the father bought three at once.

The fish in the Rhine River are currently not edible; they are farmed in artificial lakes in city parks.

After the fog fell, the management department cut off all the waterways connecting the park to the Rhine River, so that the Olympic flame would illuminate the city at night and the fog could not directly penetrate the water.

Crown squeezed fresh lemon juice and set aside, then added a proper amount of olive oil to a frying pan, put in the processed whole sea bass and stir-fried until both sides were golden brown. Finally, pour lemon juice, salt, black pepper and other seasonings into the pan and stir-fry evenly.

A faint fragrance filled the air. He took a deep breath and put the fish on a plate.

Suddenly, a feeling of pleasure arose in his heart, and he felt a stronger fragrance spreading in his nostrils.

He smelled the freshness and sourness of lemon, and the fragrance and spiciness of black pepper. He paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal and put the pan back on the stove.

A hint of gold emerged from his eyes, and the blue handwriting on the far right was so conspicuous.

[Cooking: Extreme] (This is not only a craft, but also an art. The dishes you cook will make the people who eat them enjoy more, but it is not just enjoyment. You can always find a way to cook anything edible.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Special Effect 1: Super Sense of Smell. You are more sensitive to smells, even dogs are better than you; Special Effect 2: Super Sense of Taste. Your control over the taste of food has reached a new level, and you can analyze the ingredients of things by tasting them.) After checking it out, Crown grinned, the plug-in was still so venomous.

He stared at the words 'More Than Just Enjoyment' again and again, as if thinking about something.

"Del, take this fish out first."

Torres ran in: "I'll bring it."

Crown began working quickly on the second bass.

Remove the scales and internal organs, rinse with clean water, stuff the fish belly with scallion and ginger slices, and marinate with sugar, salt, lemon juice and wine for a while.

Then use the simplest method - steaming.

He smelled the smell coming from the pot as the water boiled over a high fire.

At this time, he developed an intuition that he could tell whether the fish was steamed just by smelling it.

When he smelled the fish was fully cooked, he immediately put it into the pot, and the fish was just cooked.

He put chopped green onions on the fish body and drizzled a layer of steamed fish soy sauce on it, then released his breath of fire.

One of the benefits of this breathing method is that it is not afraid of the high temperature of the porcelain plate just out of the steamer.

Crown brought the steamed sea bass to the table. He looked at Janice, who was already sitting at the table with her napkin wrapped around her and staring at the plate eagerly, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's eat."

He first picked up a piece of steamed sea bass and tasted it carefully.

Not only him, but everyone at the table's first choice was this plate of fish.

Fresh, fragrant, mellow and an indescribable taste spreads in the mouth.

. . . .

There were no leftovers on the table. Torres wiped the soup from his mouth and sighed, "I feel like your cooking skills have improved again, especially the last dish, it was so delicious."

Janice nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. "Yes, it's delicious. I bit my tongue several times."

"It turns out that I'm not the only one who bit my tongue," Del said with a grin, gently scratching the girl's nose.

You guys are just laughing secretly. Clown stood up and said, "Pack up, go to bed early tonight, and be careful when you go on a mission tomorrow."

Returning to his room, he still didn't understand the meaning of the phrase "more than just enjoyment".

He shook his head and took out a gold spirit coin to absorb the spiritual essence and replenish the spiritual power of the Fire Cube.

When he was at the Security Bureau in the afternoon, he had consumed more than half of the power of the Fire Cube.

The reason why he didn't use them all up was because he felt that he had to have enough cards at all times.

From now on, unless a battle breaks out and he has to, he will reserve some physical strength or spiritual power during training to deal with emergencies.

When the spiritual essence in the gold spirit coin was completely absorbed, Clown began to mobilize the Fire Cube and picked up a piece of fine iron ingot to release the gold-eating ability.

When he got home from get off work, he bought another 500 pounds of fine iron ingots. If you have money, you should spend it. Every bit of strength will increase your confidence.

The owner of the blacksmith shop, Qiasi, patted his chest happily and told him that he would fill the empty space in the warehouse with fine iron ingots in the future.

The essence in the iron ingot would soon be drained away, but Crown did not immediately throw away the dregs and replace it with another iron ingot.

He was very sensitive to the passage of time, and he felt that this time he swallowed the iron essence four or five seconds faster than when he finished swallowing it yesterday.

Although his proficiency in spirit control had improved a little this afternoon, based on his experience, the time spent on devouring the essence from an ingot of fine iron would only be reduced by about one second.

The three or four seconds faster swallowing speed must be caused by other factors.

Is it the effect of cooking food?

When Clown thought of this, he immediately threw away the waste in his hand, picked up another piece of fine iron ingot, and released his gold-eating ability.

After seven minutes, he stopped what he was doing. It took him four seconds longer to devour the essence of the iron ingots behind him.

If it is a spirit master, this phenomenon may be normal, after all, people's states will fluctuate.

But for him, this phenomenon was very abnormal. The existence of the golden wall made the fluctuations of his condition very small. It was impossible for swallowing the essence of a piece of fine iron ingot to have such a huge difference of four seconds.

It was very simple to verify his guess. Crown immediately got up and went to the kitchen to cook the last sea bass that he was going to have for breakfast, also steaming it.

After steaming it, he quickly finished the sea bass despite the fact that it was hot.

Afterwards, he returned to the room, picked up the fine iron ingot and continued to release the gold-devouring power.

This time, the time taken was again four seconds less than before.

No skill is practiced in vain. Crown grinned and continued to work hard to release his abilities.

This time, the effect of the sea bass lasted for half an hour. When the effect wore off, he went to the kitchen again and made a red wine braised beef.

While cooking the food over a low fire and waiting, he did not stop devouring the essence of iron.

After the food was cooked, Crown ate it slowly, savoring the flavor.

Afterwards, the time he needed to devour the essence of an iron ingot was reduced again, but only by about two seconds.

It may be that different foods have different 'special effects', he thought.

Now he completely verified his guess. He stopped cooking the food and instead concentrated on devouring the essence of iron.

. . . .

The next day.

When Janice was sent to school by her father, she complained that her fish was stolen. Crown apologized a little embarrassedly, claiming that it was just an experiment, and promised to make two bass for her as compensation before coaxing the little girl away.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when Crown and the other two entered the Security Bureau's team lounge, Nick and Jason were already studying the files, and a map was spread out on the coffee table.

After seeing a few people, the priest cleared his throat and said, "Everyone is here. Let me tell you about the mission."

"Yorktown used to be a remote suburb of Rhine City. Due to the influx of a large number of outsiders, it has changed a lot and has become a densely populated place."

Nick drew a small circle on the map. "Recently, about half a month ago, people started to go missing in York. Some people stayed at home and disappeared without a trace the next day."

"Three days ago, a strange case occurred. An old lady disappeared in her well-sealed house, but the door was locked from the inside. It was as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth."

"I got the latest intelligence this morning. Several patrol officers who entered the case yesterday afternoon to investigate are also missing. Currently, three extraordinary people have died. The Patrol Headquarters has determined that this is undoubtedly a supernatural incident."

"The Director has ordered our team to set off today."

He placed the file on the table and said, "On the way, the three of you can go through the basic information."

Torres asked, "Are we going to investigate all the missing persons? If so, we'll need more people."

As someone who had spent a few days in the patrol team, he was well aware of the complexity of such cases.

Most of the time, the difficulty in the case itself is determining who the murderer is.

"All patrol officers there will be at our disposal," Nick stood up, "Go to the logistics department to get combat supplies, and then set off immediately."

Jason asked, "How do we get to York? It's quite far from here, not as close as Bran Castle."

Nick exhaled: "Let's ride a horse. Is there anyone among us who can drive a steam locomotive?!"

The team consists entirely of church members, and only two of them are using firearms. Driving a steam locomotive is like a legendary skill to them.

"I can give it a try," Crowne raised his hand. "I've seen Lucas drive, and it doesn't seem difficult."

He felt that if he rode a horse to his destination, he would not have time to do other things, so he volunteered to try out what it was like to drive a steam locomotive.

"Are you sure? It would be best if you can drive. The others can sit in the car and rest."

"Let's try it first," said the man who had driven a galloping farm tricycle in his previous life. "If it doesn't work, we can ride horses. It won't take much time."

Before traveling through time, although I didn't have a car, I still took a driving test. After all, having a license can bring me some extra income.

"Okay," Nick agreed.

Several people received individual combat supplies from the logistics department. The priest applied for the use of a steam locomotive and got the car keys.

"Now, the pressure is on you," Nick threw the keys out, "Motorcycle No. S7-12."

Crown reached out and grabbed the key, smiling, "No pressure, the worst that can happen is we go horseback riding."

He had watched Lucas drive, and it was indeed not difficult for him to start the car and drive it forward.

The team arrived at the second underground floor, and Crown threw his backpack directly into the steam locomotive cab.

After he fumbled for a while, the locomotive started.

Boom boom. (End of this chapter)