Chapter 1935 1943 [Strange Bards Increase]
At this time, on the other side of the bush, the three suspicious people seemed to have discussed the result of the shopping: "Get ready and meet here in half an hour - don't forget to buy something."
Then they high-fived each other and went off in their separate ways, full of energy.
"Okay!" The three children rubbed their hands and said, "We can each follow one of them. They must be preparing something to commit a crime. Those are the evidence that is set in stone!"
…
Genta Kojima followed the timid long-haired man all the way to the Beika Home Furnishing Center, where he saw the long-haired man put a lot of salad oil and gas tanks into the shopping cart.
Ayumi Yoshida followed the only woman among the three and saw the woman enter a Singaporean restaurant.
She quietly slipped into the kitchen and heard the sound of knife sharpening. Then there was the sound of thumping. Ayumi Yoshida endured the tingling sensation on her scalp and looked over. The next moment, the thumping sound suddenly stopped.
Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up suddenly, only to see the woman holding a heavy kitchen knife, her apron stained with blood. She turned her head and looked straight at her.
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On the other side, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya followed the tall man to the tobacco shop. The man quickly left with a paper bag. Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya curiously chased after him, but bumped into the man at the corner.
The tall man looked at him gloomily: "Kid, why are you following me?"
“…”
There were a lot of people on the street, and the two of them entangled all the way back to the food venue.
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya looked at the police around him and became a little bolder. He said sternly: "Are you trying to set off an explosion here? Stop pretending, I heard everything just now!"
Just at this moment, the long-haired man and Kojima Genta came back one after another.
Hearing what Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said, the long-haired man smiled innocently: "Haha, kid, you misunderstood - look, the one next to you is our food truck, we plan to sell our signature chicken rice here."
"…Signature chicken rice?"
The tall man nodded. "Yes, it's a famous dish in Singapore. The three of us work at the Marina Restaurant nearby. What we said just now, 'let this place explode', actually means to make our chicken rice sell out and cause a sensation - haha, this kind of vocabulary usage is a bit difficult for you elementary school students."
"..." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya didn't like being treated like an elementary school student. "What did you buy at the tobacco shop just now? It's such a big bag, it can't be a sample for customers."
“This one.”
The tall man weighed the paper bag in his arms, took out a thick stack of flyers, and patiently explained: "These are flyers that my friend from the printing factory helped me to rush to make. Because the order was placed on time, they were just printed this morning.
"We had originally agreed to meet at a coffee shop, but we were both very busy today and couldn't make it together, so he left his things at the tobacco shop he often went to."
Just then, there was a clattering sound of a cart nearby.
The four turned around and saw that it was the fashionable woman, pushing a cart back, with Yoshida Ayumi beside her.
Yoshida Ayumi hung her head and said to her two classmates, "We seem to have made a mistake. They are not bad people. The sister just went back to the store to prepare the chicken for later use. I was startled by the way she held the knife, but she was not angry. She comforted me patiently."
As the six people discussed this.
A hunched old woman was sitting on a bench about ten meters away, seemingly staring into the distance in a daze.
The skin on her face was dry and gray, and she looked to be in her sixties or seventies. However, when a part of her wrist was occasionally exposed, it was very smooth, and looked completely like that of a young person.
Naoko Torimaru adjusted her pale wig, pulled her sleeves to cover the parts that should not be exposed, and listened to the noise here with her ears pricked up.
The plastic surgeon not only knew how to do plastic surgery, but also had a pretty good makeup technique. Torimaru Naoko had worked in a design company for many years and had been a model before, so she learned the basics quickly and soon learned a lot.
Tomorrow is the scheduled time for her plastic surgery. From then on, her life will no longer belong to herself, and her tragic fate seems to be foreseeable.
So today, on the last day of her life as "Naoko Torimaru", she just wanted to make one last struggle regardless of the consequences.
"Jiang Xia has already received the letter I left in the detective agency. With that as a prelude, if he receives another invitation to come out on the spot, he will definitely agree, whether out of sympathy or detective curiosity."
"I don't know if my plan will succeed, but dying within my control is better than becoming a toy for others' amusement."
Torimaru Naoko silently packed up her things and made a secret decision in her heart:
"I am not a caged bird for anyone, and I will not follow anyone's script obediently. My thoughts and life belong only to me. I want that person to see my independent thinking. Even if he disdains it, even if he can easily crush my life with just a finger, this is also proof that I have lived as a 'human being'. Otherwise, wouldn't my gloomy life in the first half of my life and the struggle in the next ten years be meaningless?"
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Different from the literary young woman who was competing with him in the distance.
A few elementary school students were still keeping their feet on the ground, struggling with the explosion.
The explanations of the three adults were reasonable, but Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya always felt that some details were not right. He suddenly remembered something: "Why did you buy so many oil and gas cylinders? These things are too dangerous in crowded places."
The long-haired man laughed. "Flames are dangerous to children, but they are good helpers for us chefs. Our meals are already semi-finished in the store, but if we want to sell them on the food truck, we still need to heat them up on the spot, and the sauces have to be made on the spot, all of which require salad oil and fire."
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya still looked doubtful.
He suddenly said, "Since you are the restaurant staff, you must be able to cook, can you sell us a few?"
“…”
The three of them froze subtly.
After a moment, he glanced at the police officers who occasionally passed by in the distance, and they smiled again: "Of course. I didn't expect that the first customers would be three cute children - wait a moment, the chicken rice will be ready soon."
The three of them returned to the dining car, brought out the simple folding tables and chairs, set them apart, and asked the children to sit down.
Then they returned to the car and carefully started cooking.
"These three kids look familiar." The three whispered, "Maybe they know the detective?"
(End of this chapter)
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