Chapter 84

Out of curiosity, Bai Yun finally decided to go in and take a look.

The closer you get, the stronger the scent of toast becomes, and the sweet smell permeates the air, like a kind of tangible happiness.

Bai Yun and his friends had set out very early, and it was just before eight o'clock now. There weren't too many people in the store, but considering that most people were still preparing for the evening celebration, it was definitely not too few.

As soon as she entered the store, Bai Yun found that it was bigger than she had imagined.

This is mainly because the layout of the store is quite thoughtful.

This is a neat rectangular flat with a whole set of double-layer display cabinets along the wall. Now they are filled with all kinds of bread, with only two or three of each kind, which makes people dazzled at first glance.

The warm fill light shining on it not only keeps the product warm, but also makes the product look particularly exquisite.

While Bai Yun was looking at the decoration of the store, not far away, Conan Edogawa saw someone else coming out of the corner of his eye. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and was stunned when he saw Bai Yun.

Why is it you again!!

Yesterday, after Edogawa Conan discovered the situation of Xiaolan and Bai Yun, he quickly found an excuse to take them away.

Afterwards, he deeply reflected on the fact that he did not provide enough emotional value to Mao Lilan, and with his smart mind and the ability to collect intelligence necessary for a detective, he urgently made a strategy and found a bakery that he thought she would definitely like.

Sure enough, after he tentatively proposed the name of the restaurant, Mao Lilan's eyes lit up. After symbolically eating two bites of the hotel's breakfast, they headed straight to their destination.

Along the way, Mao Lilan has been excitedly sharing the various strategies she made on the Internet. The smile on the girl's face made Conan feel that his efforts have not been in vain.

This feeling lasted until the second before I saw Bai Yun and the others step into the store.

Conan Edogawa now regrets why he didn't choose another store when he finally made the decision yesterday, so that he wouldn't meet these two weirdos again.

——And why would you two grown men come to check in at an internet-famous store? Uncle Maori is not interested in such a place!

Unlike Conan who is facing a formidable enemy at this moment, under Gojo Satoru's brainwashing, Bai Yun is no longer as startled as before, and can even remain calm when seeing this walking button trigger.

After all, as long as the world consciousness reacts, Edogawa Conan's accident-prone physique, which has always been ridiculed, will soon be brought to the fore. After a clear path, both of them are, after all, workers of the world consciousness, and there will definitely be no accidents between colleagues.

Adhering to the principle that since they had met each other after all, it would not be nice not to say hello, so even though Edogawa Conan's eyes were about to pop out, Bai Yun still chose to step forward and say hello.

At this time, Mao Lilan was leaning over and observing each type carefully. She was so excited that she couldn't control herself and talked more and more. Although her voice was very low, you could still hear what she said if you got closer.

“It is said that the recipes of these famous shops are accurate even to the brand of raw materials such as butter and flour.”

She is the one who usually cooks for the Maori family. Although it is very hard work, she has always been committed to managing her life better. She also pays close attention to these breads, which are very attractive in terms of appearance and taste, and tries to replicate them herself.

Although she rarely has the opportunity to actually try it due to limited time, this never stops Mao Lilan's enthusiasm: "By the way, Conan, do you know what kind of flour is suitable for making bread?"

Being suddenly called out, Conan Edogawa was stunned for a moment, but he quickly responded: "I remember it was high-gluten flour, right? In this way, the carbon dioxide produced during the baking process will not dissipate outside the dough, and the bread will be fluffy and soft."

"Yes, but you can't use high-gluten flour when making cakes and desserts, otherwise the cake will shrink and deform. Therefore, only low-gluten flour can be used to make these desserts."

"So that's how it is."

Edogawa Conan responded while thinking of the comments about the store he saw yesterday.

It is said that in addition to a variety of breads, this shop is also good at various Western snacks.

This was also the reason why we designed the logo. The two bags of flour next to each other are actually one bag of low-gluten flour and one bag of high-gluten flour. However, because it was too abstract and a bit complicated, many customers didn’t know it.

But it seems that there is only bread in the store now... Is it that the cake is not baked yet?

While Conan Edogawa was lost in thought, Bai Yun had already greeted Mao Li Ran and even made an appointment to act together at the celebration in the evening.

Bai Yun now needs to carefully examine how much of Gojo Satoru's lies the world consciousness has believed, and judging the specific circumstances of the homicide is the fastest way at the moment.

After arranging everything, Bai Yun did not forget his original purpose of entering the store. He looked around and found that there was no trace of butter biscuits in the store, so he walked to the front counter.

Sitting at the cashier's desk was a person Bai Yun had not expected.

It turned out to be the middle-aged man who had acted very impatient on the Shinkansen yesterday.

The dark circles under his eyes seemed lighter now. He was fully armed, wearing an apron, a white hat and a mask. Although his eyes were filled with pessimism, he somehow gave people a sense of professionalism.

When Bai Yun came over, he looked like an emotionless robot and said fluently: "Hello, welcome, our bread is freshly baked today, please help yourself to whatever you want to eat."

Bai Yun was stunned for a moment and asked, "Excuse me, do you sell biscuits here?"

The man's eyebrows jumped and he took a deep breath: "We haven't sold snacks for a long time."

Bai Yun observed the other person's expression for a moment, then smiled and said, "Oh, sorry, I saw an old lady eating your cookies yesterday, so I was a little curious."

"W-She—!"

The man's expression changed quickly, and his anger was particularly obvious on his face.

He put down the receipt in his hand, strode to the kitchen, and shouted from inside: "Old woman! What's wrong with you!"

Bai Yun responded with a voice that sounded familiar: "What are you arguing about? What's wrong with you?!"

The man almost screamed, "Didn't I tell you not to eat expired food?"

Bai Yun, who was about to intervene when he saw that something was wrong, was stunned for a second: Expired?

It was such a big scene that if you didn't know, you would have thought a fight was about to break out, but it turned out to be a family matter.

The battle on the other side is still escalating.

"Who ate it? I didn't! Who said I ate expired food?"

Bai Yun felt something was wrong when he heard this. Sure enough, the next second, the man gave him away: "The customer said you ate our biscuits!"

"Who said that? Let me see who it is!"

When the kitchen curtain was lifted, the other party in the quarrel appeared. It was indeed the old lady from yesterday.

After discovering the so-called witness, she showed an expression between guilt and betrayal, but soon, those expressions were covered up by him. She rejoined the battlefield and tried to convince the man: "So what!? It's my own stuff, I didn't steal or rob it!"

"You're still avoiding the main point!" The man was so angry that he could no longer control his emotions. "You're a baker, how can you make biscuits!"

"We haven't made any snacks since the old man passed away two months ago. What are you eating if not stock???"

Only then did Bai Yun realize that he was probably in trouble.

The news on the Internet obviously has a lag, so Bai Yun only now filled in the cause of the incident from the quarrel.

It's probably about an old woman and her husband who opened a shop together. The old woman is responsible for bread and the old man is responsible for desserts. The two of them get up early and work late, and run the shop very well.

But about two months ago, the grandfather passed away due to illness, leaving only the old lady and this shop filled with memories of both of them.

There may also be some snacks that have not been sold because the shop was forced to close due to the grandfather's sudden illness.

The middle-aged man thought that the old woman must have secretly kept all those snacks because they were the legacy of her beloved husband. When he tasted this familiar taste when he was lonely, he would feel as if the other person was still alive.

But these homemade cookies don’t have any added ingredients, so even if they are sealed, they won’t last more than two months.

In addition, the physical constitution of the elderly is not very good to begin with, and it would be bad if they really got sick from eating.

No matter how the middle-aged man emphasized, the old woman insisted that she did not eat expired food. After finally getting her anger back to the kitchen, she naturally switched seats with the man at the cash register.

Facing the guilty Bai Yun, she snorted softly: "It seems that you are indeed a good listener, but I don't have any extra snacks for you. Buy a pineapple bun to make up for it."

"That's nothing..." Bai Yun was silent for two seconds, then said, "But mother-in-law should not eat expired food, as it will upset her stomach."

The old woman showed an insulted expression: "I own a shop, I will not allow anyone to go to the hospital after eating our food, even if that person is me!"

Bai Yun was confused for a moment: "So... you actually know the recipes for those snacks?"

The old woman shook her head and answered irrelevantly: "You know the legend that 'the sacred tree will grant people's wishes', right?"

Because there were so many people involved, Bai Yun could only use a unified standard when erasing their memories. Different people have different resistances to illusions. Some people know nothing when they wake up, some like the sorcerer who remembers everything clearly, and naturally some people have vague memories.

The old woman in front of me was obviously one of those who slipped through the net. Although she didn't know what happened specifically, she could clearly judge one thing: "I saw my old man come back."

“Those cookies, he made them especially for me.”

The materialist warrior Edogawa Conan, who had been eavesdropping out of curiosity, couldn't help but interrupt in a tactful tone: "But old lady, this is impossible. The dead can't make biscuits."

So are you missing that person so much that you're hallucinating?

Facing Edogawa Conan's rationality, the old woman did not care. She just smiled faintly and said meaningfully: "When you lose someone important, you may start to pray devoutly to the monsters you once sneered at, just like me."

It is hard to say whether this conversation was pleasant or not. It was just a clash of two ideas, and no one could convince the other.

Finally, Bai Yun, carrying a pineapple bun, stood on the busy street with Gojo Satoru, who had returned with a full load.

"For someone like the old lady who has already achieved the life of her dreams and it is irreversible, the world in the infinite moon reading may be more perfect."

Gojo Satoru sighed: "I don't know how Uchiha Madara plans to deal with the demands of people like this."

Bai Yun choked up: "Even he can't satisfy everyone's needs, right? Are you too confident in him?"

Gojo Satoru has a different view: "But he must have a purpose behind the fact that he has accumulated so much cursed energy."

He raised his hands and used them as if taking a photo, framing the sacred tree.

In the eyes of ordinary people, sacred trees are majestic, solemn, and steady, as if they are something that has existed forever.

But in Gojo Satoru's eyes, it was a completely different picture.

At this moment, he was staring intently at the flower bud on the top of the sacred tree.

From Gojo Satoru's perspective, the entire sacred tree was providing him with nutrients.

In other words.

——The sins of the whole world are slowly flowing here.

And one day it will bear fruit.