Chapter 5
"This bottle of wine looks delicious. I'll go get the decanter and cups. I'll leave the fried tofu to Mr. Shen'er for now!" The woman left with the bottle of wine, leaving only a corner of her apron fluttering.
Standing in the kitchen, Zenyuan Shener looked at the hot oil pan and the tofu that had just been opened from the package, and picked up the apron beside him.
Tsk, that apron with the pink bunny printed on it is too tight around the bust.
But this does not affect Zen Yuanshen's good mood.
When Sugawara Yoshiyo returned with the decanter, the first thing she smelled was the aroma of fried tofu.
The man, who was dragging a plate with oil-absorbing paper on it in one hand and using wooden chopsticks to scoop golden tofu cubes from the pot without breaking any of them, had a cheerful atmosphere around him. When he turned his head to look at her, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his eyebrows seemed a little gentler.
Sugawara Yoshiyo stood there, finding the scene too shocking.
This man who appeared in her kitchen without any abruptness looked very suitable for being a family man, and he really fulfilled all of Sugawara Yoshiyo's fantasies.
"Would you like to try it if you're hungry?" Chanyuan Shener smiled and waved his hand, taking the initiative to suggest feeding the cat.
The tofu skin is fried golden, crispy and chewy, while the inside is juicy and the aroma of soy products fills your lips and teeth.
"Is Jiner-kun good at cooking?" asked Yoshiyo Sugawara. This guy fried tofu to perfection.
Zenyuan Shen'er shook his head: "I rarely cook. I just have a keen sense of smell and taste."
When he was at Zenin's house, he didn't have much chance to eat delicious food, but because of the relationship between heaven and curse, Zenin had an extreme body and five senses, so he was more sensitive to cooking.
However, this useless talent is just a torture for Shen'er, who eats from the same pot in the Zen temple.
When he met the pair of bright blue eyes in front of him, Chanyuan Shener felt a little better.
"Not only is Mr. Jiner powerful in martial arts, he also has talent in cooking. It is a great loss to the Japanese culinary world that Totsuki Tea House loses a talent like Mr. Jiner!" Sugawara Yoshiyo gave a thumbs up.
Although I don’t know what Totsuki Saryo is, there is no doubt that I was praised again.
Zenyuan, who had been praised many times today, felt a little flattered. He showed off his muscular biceps with a nonchalant look on his face: "How can I be as good as Jiashi-san said? Is there anything else I can do?"
"The task of cutting mushrooms and carrots is also given to Jiner-kun!" Sugawara Yoshiyo said: "Is this kitchen knife okay?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm fine with anything." Zenyuan Shener skillfully performed a knife trick, and cherry-like carrot flowers appeared.
"I'm starting to eat." Sugawara Yoshiyo said happily to the food in front of her.
This step made Chanyuan Shen'er, who had just picked up his chopsticks, pause for a moment. He tapped his chopsticks with his thumb and imitated her, whispering, "I'm starting."
As the perfectly sliced meat cooked in the pan, Sugawara Yoshiyo smiled. "I've been wanting to make that 'I'm starting' for a long time, and it's a rare opportunity."
This was an unprecedented experience for me. Zen Yuan lowered his eyes and said, "It feels pretty good."
The dinner between two people who both had great desire and passion for food was very harmonious. The only things that remained in the Sukiyaki pot for a long time were carrots and garland chrysanthemum.
"Would you like udon noodles or rice?" asked Sugawara Yoshiyo.
"Half and half." Chanyuan Shen'er cracked the raw egg into a bowl. "After work, I went to play sandbags to burn off some energy."
Sugawara Yoshiyo poured udon noodles into the pot: "Exercise really makes people feel good. Jinni-kun's face has become more smiling."
sweat
Cleaning up those trash is not enough to make him sweat, but the head of the family will not do it if he can make him sweat.
After dinner, Shier was still responsible for washing the dishes and disposing of the kitchen waste, while she was cutting fruit in the living room.
Looking at the man who took off his apron and walked towards her in the background, Sugawara Yoshiyo recalled the feeling of being buried in the soft and full body.
"Why is Jia Shisang's face so red?" Chanyuan Shener found a comfortable position on the sofa next to her.
"It's been smoked by the Sukiyaki and hasn't cooled down yet." Sugawara Yoshiyo put the cut rabbit apple between the two of them.
The children of Zen temple families had no childhood. During the days of material scarcity, the time they spent digging in the mud was used to practice physical skills.
The aroma of food still lingered in the air. After a full meal, he could watch TV comfortably on the sofa instead of running around. This kind of after-meal entertainment was a new thing for Chanyuan Shener.
The "crunch" sound of biting apples, the bright lights and the night breeze blowing in from the window, all the information perceived by various senses truthfully conveyed how different life was after leaving the Zenin family home.
The news was playing on TV, and an unfamiliar woman was introducing a man he had no interest in: "Today, a murder occurred at the new book launch of the famous writer Kudo Yusaku..."
Zenin Zhibiren's words came out from the bottom of my heart again: Where can you go if you leave Zenin home?
After leaving the Zen temple home, anywhere was a place where he could feel safe and secure.
Sugawara Yoshiyo was watching the local news seriously, and Yu Guangzhong's male body movements seemed to be becoming more and more relaxed.
Sugawara Yoshiyo knew that he was very sensitive to other people's gazes, but he couldn't help but keep his eyes on Zenin Shinji.
After a few seconds, Sugawara Yoshiyo forced herself to straighten her gaze and looked at the young Kudo Yusaku's face on TV, but her hand clenched the remote control.
Damn, Shen'er-kun looks like a big black cat lying on a ball. I really want to rub him while he's taking a nap.
The man who had been taking a nap with his eyes closed opened his eyes as if he sensed something. His dark green eyes, hazy with sleep, looked very dazed under the light.
Sugawara Yoshiyo thought she was hallucinating. Otherwise, how could she feel that there was a tail wagging behind the innocent-looking man, silently saying: I'm very generous, you can touch me!
Just as Sugawara Yoshiyo was trying to reach out her hand, the phone rang.
"I'm going to answer the phone." Sugawara Yoshiyo ran to the bedroom.
Chanyuan Shener curled his lips in disappointment, picked up the remote control and began to change channels aimlessly to pass the time.
There was no caller ID, but the only people calling at this hour were colleagues from the Death Office.
"This is Sugawara." Sugawara Yoshiyo picked up the phone and said, Miss Death was very annoyed by this kind of sudden call late at night.
"I'm Shimura from the General Affairs Department." The man on the other end of the phone spoke quickly, "Ms. Sugawara, there's some progress on what you've been looking for."
The white building standing in the black chaos looks extremely conspicuous, and new people keep appearing on the spacious steps leading to the interior of the building.
Yoshiyo Sugawara carefully walked around a person who seemed to have been completely run over by a truck and then shoveled up, and quickly walked into the business hall.
"Hey, is this some kind of prank observation show? Where is this place?" A man with a fierce look on his face stood in the hall and shouted.
After noticing the avoidance looks from the people around him, the man became even more arrogant. He glanced around and finally turned towards the young girl who was so frightened that she was stunned.
"Didn't you hear me? Answer me!" the man said as he stretched out his hand to grab the young girl's clothes, but his hand was completely unable to move when it was halfway extended.
Because his wrist was grabbed.
Severe pain came from his wrist. The man looked at the slender white fingers holding his wrist with a look of deep surprise.
"This is the city government office. Please wait patiently until the reception staff arrives." Sugawara Yoshiyo released her hand and used her body to block the shivering girl.
The man was silent for two seconds, then immediately reacted and raised his fist again: "Are you kidding me? Where in the world is there such a city government office?"
The white sign above the General Office reads "Suicide Death Department, Death by Others Department, Illness Death Department, Man-Made Disaster Death Department, Obstetric Death Department, Traffic Accident Death Department" and so on.
Sugawara Yoshiyo held the man's shoulder with one hand and pinched the man's arm with the other hand, and threw the man to the ground to prevent him from causing more chaos.
"Perhaps this will help you understand the current situation more quickly." Sugawara Yoshiyo said as he pulled out a knife from his sleeve.
The man only felt a flash of cold light in front of his eyes, and amid the exclamations of the crowd, the man held his throat.
The cold touch and the sound of the throat being cut made the man feel scared. After touching the wound but seeing no blood, the man was stunned.
The man froze as his memories of before coming here came back to him. "Am I dead?"
"It seems that you finally remembered, the honorable deceased." Sugawara Yoshiyo said politely but did not lift the foot that was stepping on the man's chest.
Men and women in black suits appeared and took all the deceased in the hall to the corresponding service desks to handle their business, but a vacuum circle was formed only around Sugawara Yoshiyo.
The girl who had been standing behind Sugawara Yoshiyo like a little chicken held up the letter of permission in her hand and said: "Sister, do you want to become a Buddha with me?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Sugawara is a staff member here." A man with glasses and a surprisingly large, formulaic smile appeared beside the two of them and explained.
The girl looked at Sugawara Yoshiyo, who was wearing luxurious black furisode, and the staff member who looked like a company animal in a black suit beside her. The contrast was sharp.
The girl's face was filled with disbelief: "That's not the case at all. Sister, you look more like their boss."
Sugawara Yoshiyo forcefully pushed the image of the bald director out of her mind and pulled out her work card from the gold-embroidered pouch around her waist.
There were two lines of words on the white card: Paranormal Death Detention Section, Sugawara Yoshiyo.
The girl was still reluctant to leave after seeing her work badge, and kept a distance from Sugawara Yoshiyo like a fledgling.
"Today's work is all thanks to you, Miss Sugawara. Otherwise it would have taken a lot of effort," said Shimura.
"Haven't you reported the shortage of staff to the director?" Sugawara Yoshiyo asked with a frown.
"The director is also very distressed, but due to the current world's policies, no new people have come for a long time." The man turned his head to look at the girl who was curiously listening to their conversation and said: "Respected deceased, I am Shimura from the General Affairs Department. How can I help you?"
The girl shook her head, turned and ran away.
It scared the young girls away.
"I really don't understand young girls nowadays." Shimura's tone was a little distressed, but the expression on his face was like a semi-permanent mask without any change.
"Mr. Shimura, you'll get used to it." Sugawara Yoshiyo didn't want to engage in meaningless small talk anymore. "Why did you call me here? What's your mission?"
Under the gaze of colleagues from other departments, Sugawara Yoshiyo and Shimura walked towards her office.
The empty office of the Supernatural Death Detention Department.
Sugawara Yoshiyo frowned as he looked at the row of industrial books and comics that appeared in the cabinet. "Has the Detention Department's office been completely used as a warehouse?"
"After all, the work here is quite monotonous, so we have to find some fun." Shimura said, "These books are the result of everyone's diligent collection over the years. I hope Miss Sugawara will be lenient."
Sugawara Yoshiyo took a quick look and unexpectedly found a work permit from forty or fifty years ago. She couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.
It’s better to be in this world where I can happily go to R/18 hell. Here I can only read adult books from half a century ago.
"Ms. Sugawara, I saw the situation you described in a reel of a deceased person." Shimura turned the computer screen around.
The man in a suit lying in a pool of blood looked confused. He couldn't even speak because of the ruptured carotid artery. He lost all his life in just a few minutes.
This scene was already a familiar one for Shimura, who had to verify the death information of every deceased person. He pushed his glasses and said worriedly, "Ms. Sugawara."
Sugawara Yoshiyo released the metal handle that had been pinched and had finger marks on it: "Continue playing the video."
All the information that can be retrieved by the computer equipment of the Death Office comes from the "deceased", so the revolving lantern not only includes the deathbed video but also all the causes and effects related to the end of this life.
Sugawara Yoshiyo saw the criminal leave with a smile on his face, and made a phone call as he walked out: "The mission has been completed, I will come to find you."
This guy is a killer, a killer who is going to meet the killer.
A black car rolled down its window, and a man with strange stitches on his forehead appeared in the video.
The metal handle in Sugawara Yoshiyo's hand was completely shattered into pieces.
"Can you pull up all the videos related to the life of the deceased?" asked Sugawara Yoshiyo. Her voice was calm, but her pale blue eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Ms. Sugawara, do you still remember Article 9 of the work rules?" Shimura reminded her with a slightly smaller fake smile on his face.
"While carrying out the mission of bringing back stranded people in the real world, it is strictly forbidden to harm or kill living people in the real world." Sugawara Yoshiyo immediately recited it.
"Don't worry, I won't make this mistake." Sugawara Yoshiyo said, she had returned to her usual self.
Shimura considerately left all the space for Sugawara Yoshiyo and closed the door gently.
"Every time I see Ms. Sugawara, I feel a little scared." said Ms. Nishikawa, an employee. As one of the few female employees, she is envious of her colleagues who are prettier than herself and can enter the real world, but at the same time she has a bit of indescribable fear.
"You must have been frightened the last time you saw Miss Sugawara forcibly bringing back the souls stranded in the human world." The old man Ishima chuckled. "Miss Sugawara used violence to efficiently bring back the stranded souls."
"Damn it, I couldn't strike up a conversation with Miss Sugawara again. When will I be able to establish a good relationship with her? I'll have to ask her to help me buy a work permit." Employee Kobayashi said with a regretful look on his face.
"It's better not to disturb Ms. Sugawara's work at a time like this.
There are tens of thousands of files on people stranded in the present world, and Ms. Sugawara's work is very busy and no easier than ours," said Mr. Shimura.
Having worked together for many years, Shimura could see that Sugawara Yoshiyo's anger was not just due to the sutures on her forehead that she had been looking for.
The fried eggs and bacon in the pan were sizzling and smelling delicious. Chanyuan Shener rubbed his hair and looked at the clock: She had not returned since she left last night.
The cell phone rang. Chanyuan Shener thought it was a message from Jiashi reporting that he was safe, but he didn't expect it was a message from auxiliary supervision.
After taking a look, Zenyuan Shener's face darkened: Mr. Zenyuan, the General Affairs Department suddenly notified us that your application to participate in the sorcerer rating has been rejected due to force majeure.
Mr. Zenin, I'm very sorry, but the General Affairs Department does not allow me to send you the task of exorcising cursed spirits anymore.
Chanyuan Shener immediately understood why. He had beaten up Chanyuan Bingbing last night, and those useless trash were so angry that they went to the General Affairs Department to take action.
Zenyuan Shener narrowed his eyes, and the fork in his hand was completely bent.
Because he is bound by heaven and curse, he has 0 curse power and cannot use curse power, but by using curse tools he can easily exorcise first-level curse spirits.
Chanyuan Shener called back, but the call was always busy.
Zenin Jiner was not ready to give up just like that. Unlike the interest groups in the General Affairs Department that were in cahoots with the Three Great Families, perhaps he could gain something from the auxiliary supervisor.
Even if you cannot enter the General Affairs Department's sorcerer system, due to the long-term shortage of manpower, there are still some exorcism missions issued in the form of bounties.
Among these, the auxiliary supervisory emotions belonging to the "window" are the most informed.
Chanyuan Shener, who had been cautious from the beginning, went out directly to find the assistant supervisor after breakfast. Yes, he got the assistant supervisor's address when he was asking questions.
Zenyuan Shener opened the half-closed door, walked into the living room and realized something was wrong when he smelled blood.
After seeing the body of the assistant supervisor, Zenyuan Shener saw a group of people rushing in before he could react.
The mustachioed man in the lead raised his revolver and said, "Raise your hands!"
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