Chapter 34 Goo!

A dozen rockets completely enveloped the convoy.

The fire burst, and the flames rolled.

The five cars were bombed into the sky like this.

The huge shock wave shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings, and the 'light-emitting cooking pavilion' was also affected.

The waiters and cooks were pale and panicked.

Obviously, they have never experienced such a thing at all.

At this time, a man who seemed to be a manager walked out calmly.

"Reassure the guest."

"Call the police."

The man, in his forties, was neatly dressed and had a bandage-like ornament on his head.

No, therapeutic bandages.

It's the kind of bandage that chefs use to keep hair from falling out.

When chef hats became popular, such bandages disappeared.

Especially in the Silver District, the chef hat was quickly accepted.

The ancient costumes from the East have long been regarded as outdated by most chefs.

The whole bandage is khaki, clean and spotless, but it has a strong sense of age, and some places have been repaired many times, but it does not give people any discomfort.

On the contrary, people who see this headband will only think that it should be like this.

Is it because the person wearing it is calm?

Or is it because of the habit of the people around you?

Jason doesn't know.

However, when the middle-aged chef came, Jason couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth.

There is a lot of smell of food on the other side.

Beef, lamb, pork, seafood, etc.

Every one is so delicious.

A true master chef!

Maybe Jason can't cook, but his nose can tell the difference between good and bad.

Come to the right place!

Jason thought to himself.

"Guests, please wait in the cooking pavilion first."

"I've already called the police."

"The police will be here soon."

The middle-aged chef said so.

Ryosuke shook his head and looked at Jason, Hui Lijing, and the old monk of Tongshou Temple.

"I'll go check it out first."

After speaking, Ryosuke ran towards the place where the explosion occurred.

"Hey……"

"Let him go."

"It's his job."

Hui Lijing was about to say something, but was stopped by the old monk Tong Shou Temple.

The female detective blinked and said nothing.

Ryosuke is a policeman.

Still a good cop.

Naturally, it is impossible to turn a blind eye to such a thing.

But when she saw the old monk walking with her, she was stunned.

"Grandmaster?"

Hui Lijing spoke suspiciously.

"Officer Liangjie is my guest tonight."

"Of course I want to keep my guests safe."

The old monk folded his hands together, got up, quickened his pace, and walked side by side with Ryosuke.

Jason frowned.

Finally, he followed suit.

In his perception, there is still a lot of malicious aura within the scope of the explosion.

The old monk may not be able to handle it.

The old monk agreed to invite him to dinner.

He didn't want the old monk to have an accident.

Looking at the three of them walking together, Hui Lijing's reason told herself that this was not advisable, and the detective code clearly told her that it had nothing to do with her and she had to hang up.

But emotionally, Hui Lijing couldn't control it.

Since it's four people coming together.

That is naturally four people acting together.

Thinking of this, Hui Lijing also chased after her.

The middle-aged chef stared blankly at this scene.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the waiter beside him.

"Who are these four guests?"

He asked curiously.

"The one who ordered the meal was Master Tongshou Temple."

"Have eaten at our store several times."

"A very kind master."

The waiter said immediately.

"Um."

The middle-aged chef nodded, pondered for a while, and said, "In the future, when this master and the three people just now come back to the store,

Give them 20% off. "

After speaking, the middle-aged chef returned to the store.

Some things are destined for him to be unable to participate.

He is just a cook.

Therefore, he can only do his duty as a chef.

Make every meal.

As for more?

That is excellence.

In the name of the ancestors!

The middle-aged chef recalled and quickened his pace.

"What meal did they order?"

“Full meal of beef!”

No need to check, the waiter answered affirmatively.

What the guests eat every night, he has already memorized in his mind.

Therefore, he became the manager of the "Luminous Cuisine Pavilion".

"A full meal of beef?"

"Bring them another dumpling."

"I sent it."

As the middle-aged chef said, he walked to the seafood cabinet on the side, and went straight to pick out a few prawns.

The waiter couldn't help but stare at the chef's actions.

"Chef, you are making shrimp dumplings, do you have ready-made ones in the back kitchen?"

he asked puzzled.

"I just saw a scene that made my heart feel warm, and my heart told me that I should cook a meal for them myself."

The middle-aged chef replied.

"Do you need me to arrange for someone to help you?"

"No, it's different, I have to do it myself."

After the middle-aged chef finished speaking, he walked towards the back kitchen with the prawns.

"Done by hand?"

"Could it be..."

"Rising Dragon Dumplings?!"

The waiter serving as the lobby manager suddenly thought of something.

His eyes lit up at the chef.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

...

Ryosuke looked at the three who followed, and his heart was filled with emotion.

But don't expect a hypocritical middle-aged person to say thank you or something like that.

That is impossible.

If you insist on telling him, you might as well kill him.

He couldn't speak.

He just keeps it in his heart.

With guns in both hands, Ryosuke approached the explosion site with a standard tactical move.

Don't worry about the fuel tank exploding.

Under just a round of bombing.

The fuel tank had already exploded.

At the same time, there were no survivors in the convoy.

Although he had already guessed such a result, when the truth came out, Ryosuke still looked ugly.

He had just hoped that some people would survive.

After all, something as exaggerated as a rocket was used in the urban area.

The person to be dealt with must be someone big.

It is naturally normal to have one or two 'mysterious side' people around such a big man.

Ordinary people may not survive.

But the 'mysterious side' people have a good chance of surviving.

only……

"In the face of rockets, is it difficult for people on the 'mysterious side' to resist?"

Ryosuke muttered to himself softly.

"Science and technology are advancing and the times are developing."

"When firearms and cannons appeared, some things had already quietly changed."

"Justice is only at gunpoint."

"The truth is within range."

"It may be a little ridiculous, but it really exists - in the Silver District, the reason why the 'mysterious side' is divided into the next world and the present world, and even other names, is because of the emergence of gunpowder."

"Its appearance makes ordinary people have the qualification to be squarely faced for the first time."

The old monk of Tongshou Temple said in a low voice.

It's a bit complicated.

As a half-way monk, he really likes the appearance of gunpowder, just as he said, the appearance of gunpowder has changed the whole era.

However, as the successor of Tong Shou Temple, he has the power of the "mysterious side" that ordinary people envy, and he hopes that he will be in that era when mystery is supreme.

Sure enough, I'm a rocking guy!

The old monk of Tongshou Temple rebuked himself in his heart.

Then, I started reciting the Heart Sutra again.

Hui Lijing was standing beside Jason, carefully looking around.

Her instinct as a female warrior told her that the danger was not far away.

Jason's eyes locked on several positions long before Hui Lijing.

Standing in front of the wreckage of five cars, Jason's hand involuntarily touched the handle of the short-handled wide-blade machete in the backpack behind him.

wait?

That's not Jason's style.

He is used to being proactive.

However, just as Jason was about to start, the people in those positions left quickly.

Um?

Jason's perception made his eyes look to the other side of the road.

There, several cars were coming at a gallop.

When the car stopped, a young man rushed out of the car.

When he saw the young man, the old monk of Tong Shou Temple grabbed Liang Jie and asked him to return to Jason's side together.

"What's wrong?"

Ryosuke didn't resist.

Just when the old monk was willing to come with him, Ryosuke recognized this friend.

For friends, a hypocritical middle-aged man like Ryosuke would unconditionally believe it.

"The person who blooms in the courtyard."

The old monk of Tongshou Temple said in a low voice.

"Flower Garden?"

"hiss!"

"The Four Great Onmyoji Families?"

Ryosuke was stunned for a moment, and took a deep breath.

Although today is his first day to work at 'Zero Class', he has never understood any decent information, but he does know about the 'Four Great Onmyoji Clan'.

Because... Tsuchimikado.

Therefore, Ryosuke knows very well what Huakaiyuan, one of the 'Four Great Onmyoji Families', represents.

Immediately, Ryosuke remained silent.

There was concern in his eyes.

The people from Huakaiyuan appeared, and the people who died here should naturally be from the Huakaiyuan family, or people who were very close. Otherwise, the people from the Huakaiyuan family couldn't have rushed to the scene so quickly. .

Trouble!

Although the Huakaiyuan family is not as domineering as the Tuyumen family.

But it's not easy to get along with either.

In other words, according to the information that Liang Jie learned, none of the 'Four Great Onmyoji Clan' is easy to get along with.

And now, they are at the scene of the death of someone close to each other.

The other party will naturally be angry.

Even if he has the status of "Zero Class", it is of little use.

Ryosuke wouldn't mind if it only involved him.

He's a lonely guy anyway.

Nobody cares.

But the involvement of Jason, Tong Shou Temple, and Hui Lijing is something that Liang Jie does not want to see.

What should I do?

Ryosuke frowned in thought.

"Do not worry."

"nothing."

The old monk of Tongshou Temple comforted Ryosuke in a low voice.

It's just instinct, it's habit.

Ever since he became the master of Tongshou Temple, the old monk has been accustomed to so comforting people.

And every time, the most week is a near miss.

Those who were comforted by the old monk would immediately cast a respectful look at him.

By the time the old monk found out, it was too late.

He was regarded as a true master.

Just like this time.

When the words came out, the old monk regretted a little.

However, there is no regret medicine in the world.

He could only hold on.

Even in the face of the young man from the Huakaiyuan family, he could only hold on when he cast a sharp gaze.

Of course, the old monk's perseverance is different from that of ordinary people.

He folded his hands and chanted softly.

He used habitual movements to cover up his panic.

When he became the master of Tongshou Temple, the old monk was really afraid of revealing himself.

So, the experience of being on the streets at the beginning came in handy.

He made himself a habitual movement to hide his nervousness.

And a monk, is there anything more monk than folded hands?

The answer is no.

Therefore, the old monk of Tongshou Temple began to practice continuously.

He stood in the Buddhist hall, smelling sandalwood, and reciting this sutra.

In my heart, I visualize myself being held to the head by a gun, being put on the neck by a knife, and so on.

In the beginning, his chants were all vibrato.

That was frightened.

But later, he became more and more stable.

Even in reality, the old monk can handle it with ease.

After more than ten years of accumulation, such habitual movements have completely penetrated into the bone marrow.

In other words, it is completely imprinted in the soul.

Even, some special changes have taken place.

At this moment, as the old monk folded his hands and chanted softly, everyone who saw it would feel relaxed, as if there were the beating of the morning bell and the twilight drum, and the sound of Zen.

Ryosuke calmed down instantly.

The young man from Huakaiyuan was also startled.

Afterwards, the other party carefully identified the old monk.

After about a second or two, surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Is it Master Tongshou Temple?"

the young man asked.

"It's just monk Tongshou Temple."

"Master already has someone else."

The old monk answered with his hands folded.

Someone else?

Tongshou Temple found a new successor?

The young man from Huakaiyuan thought quickly in his mind, and his eyes involuntarily turned to Jason, Hui Lijing and Liang Jie.

Since Tong Shou Temple has an heir, the people who are with the original Tong Shou Temple master are likely to be the heirs.

First, Hui Lijing was excluded.

Although Tongshou Temple does not have so many rules, it is impossible for a woman to inherit it.

Then, Ryosuke was excluded.

Ryosuke is a man, but he doesn't have the same temperament.

That kind of dress and the standing posture at the moment, more like a policeman, rather than a "mysterious side" person.

The heir of Tongshou Temple must be a person from the "mysterious side".

This is beyond doubt.

Finally, the young man from Huakaiyuan looked at Jason.

So tall and strong.

Restrained breath.

Eyes calm.

His face was calm.

This should be considered the new successor of Tongshou Temple!

Young people are very sure.

Then, his eyes moved upwards to the top of Jason's head.

No bald head?

Haven't shaved yet?

Thinking in the bottom of my heart, the young man hurriedly bowed to the old monk of Tongshou Temple.

"I have seen the master."

The young man bowed to the old monk, and then saluted Jason.

"I have seen the new successor of Tongshou Temple."

The old monk folded his hands together as a return gift.

Jason was staring at the young man closely, his saliva secreted rapidly, and there was a long roar in his stomach——

Goo!