Chapter 85 Evil Chant 2.0
Fushimi Lu turned on the faucet, soaked the towel, wiped the kitchen counter, and said nonchalantly: "Didn't you say you won't bring your personal emotions to work? I have already forgiven you, what else do you want?"
Kazama Takusai was choked for words. He really didn't expect Fushimi Shika to ask questions from such a tricky angle. This punch had the power to travel through time and space for thirty-four years, and he didn't know how to refute it.
"I was discussing the matter. Last night..."
Before Kazama Takusai finished speaking, Fushimi Shika twisted the towel and interrupted with a sideways glance: "Last night at about one o'clock in the morning, you knocked on the door of my room, right? I heard it, but I just didn't want to pay attention to it. That’s all.”
"Uh..."
Now Kazama Takusai has nothing to fart at.
After he finished his work last night, he wanted to talk to Fushimi Lu about his suspension. He knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered. He didn't think much about it at the time. It was common for young people to go out to drink to drown their sorrows when they were frustrated at work.
Until today, when he learned the details of the Sugamo Apartment massacre, he was filled with doubts. Once can be said to be a coincidence, twice can be said to be accidental, and three times is indeed a bit strange.
But he had no evidence and no reason to doubt Fushimi Shika. What if his intuition was wrong again? The only doubt was that Fushimi Lu was not in the dormitory last night, but at this moment Fushimi Lu closed the loophole in an understatement - he did knock on the door after one o'clock, and it was reasonable for Fushimi Lu not to want to answer, and it was in line with his attitude toward Fushimi Lu. Stereotypes.
"Sorry, I'm not taking it personally, it's just, uh..."
"You doubt me?" Fushimi Lu threw the towel on the stove with a snap.
Without waiting for Kazama Takusai to defend himself, he looked like he had "bullied me too much", put his hands on his hips and said, "What did you say on the first day on the job? Apologize solemnly to me, and then continue to doubt me? This is what elite detectives do. Style? ”
Kazama Takusai opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. The nasolabial folds on his face became deeper and his right eye wandered. He had a vague feeling that Fushimi Shika was messing around, but he couldn't refute it.
"Do I look like a murderer?" Fushimi Shika pointed at his nose and asked in turn: "Do I have the word murderer written on my face?"
"Uh, sorry..."
"Sorry? So careless?" Fushimi Shika was unreasonable.
Kazama Takusai took a deep breath: "I'm sorry..."
"If an apology is useful, why do we need the police? After hearing these words, I was so angry that I was shaking all over. My whole body was sweating and my hands and feet were cold on a hot day. Can this society get better? How on earth can little patrol officers like us survive to satisfy you?"
Fushimi Lu cast the Evil Chanting 2.0 version, which was originally intended to strengthen Minamoto Tamako's magic resistance, but he didn't expect Kazama Takusai to hit the muzzle of the gun, so he simply used him to try the effect.
Sure enough, Kazama Takusai's face became more and more unnatural, and the effect was better than he imagined.
He was thinking about squeezing out a few tears and matching the next sentence, "The tears flowed down unsatisfactorily. This country is full of oppression of patrol policemen"... But then, he noticed that Kazama Takusai's eyes changed from From guilt to impatience and then to doubt, the speed of changing one's face is comparable to that of Sichuan opera.
Just as the saying goes, too much is too little, Fushimi Shika quickly stopped and said, "But I have a broad mind, so I won't care about it this time. I hope there will be no next time."
Kazama Takusai said ‘hmm’, turned around and left.
"Wait!" Fushimi Shika called him. Kazama Takusai turned around. Although he didn't speak, the expression on his face seemed to be asking, 'Do you have anything else to say?' Fushimi Shika didn't pay attention. He picked up the towel again and said casually: "Don't sleep too deeply. Let's have dinner together later."
Kazama Takusai wanted to refuse, but Fushimi Shika said that this was a dinner for all members of the company, which was a welcome party to celebrate his and Watanabe Shun's reinstatement. Kazama Takusai was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
After he returned to the dormitory and closed the door, Fushimi Shika breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he prepared something in advance last night and put a tape recorder in the dormitory before going out. After returning to the dormitory, he rewinded the tape immediately and fast forwarded to listen to all the recordings. Originally, he wanted to prevent Minamoto Tamako from disturbing him in the middle of the night and arousing suspicion, but unexpectedly he recorded Kazama Takusai's knocking on the door and shouting.
Fushimi Shika knew it, and in the eyes of outsiders, he had no motive for killing. Although Kazama Takusai still had doubts, he only suspected a coincidence.
In short, I got through smoothly this time.
He hummed a song, wiped the stove, and started preparing ingredients.
Fushimi Deer chopped it up with a kitchen knife, removed the head, skin, feet and guts of the old hen. In his previous life, cooking chicken was not that troublesome and he could use a whole chicken to make soup. But the Japanese are quite cautious. They don’t eat chicken feet. Chicken offal can be fried and eaten, but it cannot be used to make soup.
Cut the chicken into pieces and wash, add soaked shiitake mushrooms, sliced shredded ginger, and an appropriate amount of astragalus. Finally, sprinkle some jujube and wolfberry cordyceps flowers, two spoons of cooking wine and one spoon of salt, add water and simmer slowly.
He originally wanted to make a Cantonese-style old hen stew soup, but Polygonatum odoratum and Angelica sinensis were not available in Babaiwu, and longan meat was only sold in fruit stores, so he had to make a simple version.
Then he started cooking salmon. First, cut the salmon into slices, add some Japanese 'junmai cooking wine' before seasoning, sprinkle with salt on both sides, and let it sit for about five minutes. When the water in the fish fillets is analyzed, wipe it clean with kitchen paper and sprinkle it with salt and pepper. Pepper is used to season the salmon meat, and it is finally fried over low heat...
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There was a sting and the fragrance filled the air.
Fushimi Shika turned on the ventilator switch, and accompanied by a buzzing sound, dense white air full of meaty aroma surged out.
Yuan Yuzi was sitting in the office on the first floor, looking at herself in the mirror and looking pretty. Suddenly, the tip of her small nose twitched slightly, catching an unusual scent. Yuan Yuzi raised her head, listened quietly for a long time, and asked doubtfully: "Is someone cooking upstairs?"
"Maybe the boss is warming up the bento."
Watanabe Jun didn't take it seriously. He was busy writing a review.
After the boss fished him out, he asked him to copy a thirty-page self-review. The three-page self-review he owed last time had not yet been completed. He bit his pen and racked his brains, and it took him a long time to choke out a line of words. If the boss hadn't allowed him to fool around casually, he would have filled thirty-three pages of "I was wrong".
"Wrong."
Yuan Yuzi stood up, kept inhaling and sniffing, and subconsciously walked to the stairs: "This smell...salmon...onions...evil carrots...there seems to be some chicken soup?"
"What?" Watanabe Shun put down his ballpoint pen, with a surprised look on his face: "The boss actually eats so richly? And you still hide it secretly without calling me? No, I have to go get some."
He ran up to the third floor, Minamoto Yuzi holding the nose of the plane and following behind him. The two walked into the kitchen following the aroma. Fushimi Lu heard the footsteps and glanced back: "Are you hungry? You haven't had dinner, right? Go clear the table and prepare for dinner."
(End of chapter)