Chapter 1003: The Lingering Ghost (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

At 6:10 pm, the last ray of sunlight disappeared into the sky and night fell.

L’Osie French restaurant in Ginza District, Tokyo.

As a Michelin three-star restaurant opened by Shiseido Group, L’Osie uses a magnificent decoration. The lights in the hall are warm and bright. A famous flower arrangement stands upright in the atrium. The waiters in white shirts and vests walk back and forth between the tables. They are solemn and their feet will not make a sound. There is a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Domon Yasuki booked the chef's special set meal in advance. He sat in the middle of the hall with his wife, tasting the precious red wine while chatting and laughing affectionately.

Sakaki Makoto, who was sitting at the door, saw this scene and thought about it. He decided to bring Miss Miyano to try it next time.

However

The service is high-end, but Sakaki Makoto always feels uncomfortable and awkward.

There are too many rules.

Not only do you have to make reservations in advance, but you also have to prepare the dining itinerary sent to your email in advance. Not only that, you can't choose your favorite seat. You must wear formal clothes when entering the door. The upper body is required to wear a shirt or jacket with a collar, and the lower body must be matched with trousers + socks. Female guests are not allowed to wear suspenders, miniskirts and other overly revealing clothes. If you violate the store's regulations, you will not be allowed to enter, and no refund will be given.

Fortunately, he has been wearing a suit, otherwise he might not be able to enter this door today.

You want to ask how the dishes taste

Sakaki Cheng can only tell you that the presentation and raw materials are indeed impeccable, but the Michelin three-star restaurants he has tried are not very suitable for his taste, or

Michelin three-star chefs have their own unique aesthetic understanding of dishes. The biggest difference between them and ordinary restaurants is creativity. Michelin three-star chefs will use their own knowledge system and unique understanding of ingredients to break people's perception of traditional cooking. They will consider the taste, but it is not the most important thing.

Makoto Sakaki thought he should bring Miss Miyano to try it once because.

The desserts in the three-star Michelin restaurant are really amazing. Take the French restaurant chosen by Yasuteru Domon as an example. They mostly prepare only three kinds of desserts after the meal: macarons, claret and madeleine.

Many people have heard of macarons, which are much more famous than the latter two, but in fact, claret and madeleine cakes are both the specialties of French restaurants.

The famous French novelist Marcel Proust once wrote a literary masterpiece "Remembrance of Things Past" because of his beautiful memories of madeleine cakes, which pushed madeleine cakes onto the historical stage in one fell swoop.

Miss Miyano, who likes desserts, will definitely love this taste.

The atmosphere in the restaurant is quiet, and you can vaguely hear the knives and forks touching the porcelain plates and the subtle conversations. Looking at those women who are dressed gorgeously and cover their mouths and laugh from time to time, Makoto Sakaki misses the days when he sat under the ramen stall on the street and competed with Kid and others.

Ding-ling-ling!

Ding-ling-ling!

"I'm going out to answer a call."

After saying hello to his secretary, Makoto Sakaki walked out of the restaurant and found that it was Gin who called.

"Hello, Boss?"

"Is Yasuki Domon discharged from the hospital?"

As soon as the call was connected, Gin's voice came out:

"What's the matter?"

"He insisted on being discharged from the hospital, and the Metropolitan Police Department couldn't stop him, so I got him a discharge certificate."

Makoto Sakaki lit a cigarette. He had expected Gin to ask this question, and answered truthfully:

"But it's no problem. He wanted to hire me as a personal bodyguard, and I agreed."

"You are his personal bodyguard?"

In the microphone, Gin's voice was a little surprised, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered:

"You are courting death. You continue to monitor him, and contact me immediately if there is any situation, that's it."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Makoto Sakaki didn't return to the restaurant. He sat down on the edge of the flower bed and smoked.

The probability of a restaurant like the Michelin three-star restaurant being bombed is very small and can be ignored. After all, there are people checking every moment, and the seats are not fixed. How can the criminal be sure that the target will sit in the position with the bomb?

Could it be that the whole restaurant was blown up directly?

There are many ways to kill people, so there is no need to make yourself uncomfortable.

After learning that they would stay at Domon Yasuki's house for the next few days, Sakaki Makoto asked Miss Miyano and the others to go back first. At night, he could handle it alone. It happened that Miss Miyano hadn't seen Mingmei recently, so it was normal for the sisters to have some night talk.

"Huh"

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Sakaki Makoto exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a nerve in his head suddenly jumped.

Sakaki Makoto covered his forehead with his hand, as if someone was holding it with nails, his head was aching, and the tearing feeling appeared again.

"Damn!"

After hitting his head twice, Sakaki Makoto shook it vigorously, and the pain subsided slightly, but he suddenly felt that he was more sensitive to sound, as if he was trapped in a wooden barrel. The sound of the wind became ethereal, and the noisy voices on the roadside became clearer.

He slowly raised his head and saw a man in a black robe and holding a Bible standing in the shadow of a tree not far ahead. He held a silver cross between his fingers and looked up at the night sky with a sad look:

"You saw her."

"Who?"

"I have seen him."

The man ignored Sakaki Makoto's question and muttered to himself:

"I have seen him."

Sakaki Makoto rolled his eyes, threw away his cigarette butt with a curse, and got up and walked into the store.

He didn't have time to deal with Asakura Nobuaki. This guy must have a problem with his brain. He pretended to be a ghost all day long. He hadn't seen him for a long time and thought he disappeared. He jumped out again when he wasn't paying attention!

"There's no time."

Sakaki stopped abruptly and turned around. He remembered that Belmod had said the same thing.

At some point, Asakura Nobuaki had withdrawn his gaze from looking at the night sky and looked straight at Sakaki:

"You look at me like the reflection of foam, and I look at you like the vanity in the well. Anyone who kills will be judged. I will pay for this sin for you. However, the door of hell will soon open, and the devil will reappear in the world. Only the dead can bury the dead. ”

Sakaki was confused as to whether he understood what he said.

But before he could ask, the shadow under the tree disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

"No time?"

After returning to the restaurant and sitting down, Sakaki was still thinking about Asakura Nobuaki's last two sentences.

What time?

Only the dead can bury the dead?

If it is Karasuma Renya who is buried, then

Who is the dead man?

Asakura Nobuaki appeared this time, and his words were vague and mixed with a lot of information. He was comparable to a magic stick.

Oh, he is indeed a magic stick, Sakaki is convinced of this.

"Mr. Domon!"

The secretary suddenly stood up, interrupting Sakaki's thoughts.

Tumen Yasuhui, who had finished his dinner, walked over with his wife and said with a smile:

"Mie, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Sakaki Makoto, Mr. Sakaki Makoto, and this is my wife, Domon Mie."