More than a dozen rockets completely enveloped the convoy.
The fire exploded and the flames rolled.
Five cars were blown up into the sky.
The huge shock wave shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings, and the 'Luminous Cooking Pavilion' was also affected.
The waiters and chefs looked pale and panicked.
Obviously, they have never experienced anything like this.
At this time, a man who looked like a manager walked out calmly.
"Appease the guests."
"Call the police."
The man was about forty years old, neatly dressed and wearing a bandage-like decoration on his head.
No, therapeutic bandages.
It's the kind of bandage chefs use to prevent hair from falling out.
When chef hats became popular, such bandages disappeared.
Especially in the Silver District, chef hats are quickly accepted.
The ancient costumes originating from the East have long been regarded as outdated by most chefs.
The entire bandage is khaki in color and has been cleaned spotlessly, but it has a strong sense of age. Some areas have been repaired countless times, but it does not cause 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 and composed?
Or is it because of the habits of the people around me?
Jason didn't know.
However, when the middle-aged chef walked over, Jason couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
The other party has the aroma of many foods.
Beef, mutton, pork, seafood, etc.
Each one is so delicious.
A true master of cooking!
Jason may not know how to cook, but his nose can tell the difference between good and bad.
Come to the right place!
Jason thought in his heart.
"Dear guests, please go to the cooking booth and wait for a moment."
"I've already called the police."
"The police will be here soon."
The middle-aged chef said this.
Ryosuke shook his head and looked at Jason, Hui Lijing, and the old monk Tongshou Temple.
"I'll go check it out first."
After saying that, Ryosuke ran towards the place where the explosion occurred.
"Hello……"
"Let him go."
"It's his duty."
Hui Lijing was about to say something, but was stopped by the old monk Tongshou Temple.
The female detective blinked and said nothing.
Ryousuke is a policeman.
Still a good policeman.
Naturally, it is impossible to turn a blind eye to such a thing.
But when she saw the old monk following him, she was stunned.
"master?"
Hui Lijing spoke doubtfully.
"Officer Ryousuke is my guest tonight."
"Of course I want to ensure the safety of my guests."
The old monk clasped his hands together, stood up, quickened his pace, and walked side by side with Ryosuke.
Jason frowned.
Finally, I followed him.
In his perception, there was a lot of malicious atmosphere within the scope of the explosion.
The old monk may not be able to handle it.
The old monk agreed to treat him to dinner.
He didn't want anything to happen to the old monk.
Looking at the three people walking together, Hui Lijing's rationality told her that this was not advisable. The detective code clearly told her that she should keep aloof if the matter did not concern her.
But Hui Lijing couldn't control her emotions.
Since there are four people coming together.
Naturally, four people act together.
Thinking of this, Hui Lijing also chased after her.
The middle-aged chef looked at this scene blankly.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at the waiter beside him.
"Who are these four guests?"
He asked curiously.
"The person who ordered the meal is Master Tongshou Temple."
“Have eaten at our store several times.”
"He is a very kind master."
The waiter said immediately.
"Um."
The middle-aged chef nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said: "When this master and the three people just come back to the store again, I will give them a 20% discount."
After saying that, the middle-aged chef returned to the shop.
There are some things that he is destined to be unable to participate in.
He is just a chef.
Therefore, he can only fulfill his responsibility as a chef.
Prepare every meal.
As for more?
That is striving for excellence.
In the name of our ancestors!
The middle-aged chef recalled and quickened his pace.
"What meal did they order?"
“Full beef meal!”
No need to check, the waiter answered in the affirmative.
He had already memorized in his mind what guests would eat every night.
That's why he became the manager of the 'Glowing Restaurant'.
“Full beef meal?”
"Give them another dumpling."
"I sent it."
As the middle-aged chef said this, he walked to the seafood cabinet on the side and picked out a few prawns from it.
The waiter couldn't help but be startled when he saw the chef's actions.
"Chef, you are making shrimp dumplings. Are there ready-made ones in the kitchen?"
he asked puzzledly.
"I just saw a scene that made me feel warm in my heart. My heart told me that I should cook a meal with my own hands and give it to them."
The middle-aged chef answered.
"Do you need me to arrange for someone to help you?"
"No, it's different. It must be done by my own hands."
After the middle-aged chef finished speaking, he carried the prawns and walked towards the kitchen.
"Did it by hand?"
"Could it be..."
“Shing Long Dumplings?!”
The waiter who was the lobby manager suddenly thought of something.
His eyes lit up when he looked at the chef.
His eyes were full of expectation.
…
Ryousuke looked at the three people who were following him, and his heart was filled with emotion.
But don't expect a pretentious middle-aged man to say thank you or anything like that.
That's impossible.
If you insist on telling him, you might as well kill him.
He couldn't speak.
He will only remember it in his heart.
Holding guns in both hands, Ryousuke approached the explosion site with a standard tactical move.
Don't worry about the fuel tank exploding.
Just under a round of bombing.
The fuel tank had already exploded.
At the same time, there was no one alive in the convoy.
Although he had already guessed such a result, Ryosuke still looked ugly when the facts emerged.
He had just hoped that some people would survive.
After all, using something as exaggerated as rockets in urban areas.
The person to be dealt with must be some big shot.
It is naturally normal for one or two "mysterious" people to appear next to such a big shot.
Ordinary people may not survive.
But people on the 'mysterious side' have a pretty good chance of surviving.
only……
"Is it difficult for people on the 'mysterious side' to resist rockets?"
Ryousuke whispered to himself.
"Science and technology are advancing, and the times are developing."
"When firearms and cannons appeared, some things had already quietly changed."
"Justice only comes at the point of a gun."
"The truth is within range."
"It may be a bit ridiculous, but it is true - in the Silver District, the reason why the 'mysterious side' is divided into the other world and the present world, or even called by other names, is because of the emergence of gunpowder."
"Its appearance gave ordinary people the qualification to be taken seriously for the first time."
The old monk from Tongshou Temple whispered.
There is something complicated in the eyes.
As a half-way monk, he was really happy with the emergence of gunpowder. Just as he said, the emergence of gunpowder changed the entire era.
However, as the successor of the former Tong Shou Temple, he possesses the "mysterious side" power that ordinary people envy, and he hopes to be in that era when mystery is supreme.
Sure enough, I am a wavering guy!
The old monk Tongshou Temple scolded himself from the bottom of his heart.
Then, I started chanting the Heart Sutra again.
Hui Lijing stood beside Jason and carefully looked around.
Her instinct as a female warrior told her that the danger was not far away.
Jason's eyes had 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?
This is not Jason's style.
He is accustomed to taking the initiative.
However, just when Jason was about to take action, the people in those positions quickly left.
Um?
Jason's perception made him look to the other side of the road.
There, several cars were speeding by.
When the car stopped, a young man rushed out of the car.
When he saw the young man, the old monk Tongshou Temple grabbed Ryousuke and asked Ryousuke to retreat to Jason's side with him.
"What's wrong?"
Ryousuke didn't resist.
When the old monk was willing to come with him just now, Ryosuke recognized this friend.
For friends, hypocritical middle-aged men like Ryosuke trust him unconditionally.
"The one who blooms in the garden."
The old monk from Tongshou Temple whispered.
"Flowers blooming in the courtyard?"
"hiss!"
"Four major Onmyoji families?"
Ryosuke was stunned and took a breath.
Although today was his first day at work at Zero Class and he had not learned any decent information, he did know about the "Four Major Onmyoji Families".
Because...Tsuchimikado Gen.
Therefore, Ryousuke knew very well what Hanakain, one of the "Four Great Onmyoji Families", represented.
Immediately, Ryosuke remained silent.
There was worry in his eyes.
People from the Huakaiyuan family appeared. The person who died here should naturally be a member of the Huakaiyuan family, or someone with a very close relationship. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the people from the Huakaiyuan family to arrive at the scene so quickly.
.
Trouble!
Although the Hanakain family is not as domineering as the Tsuchimikado family.
But it's not easy to get along with either.
In other words, from the information Ryosuke learned, none of the "four major Onmyoji families" are 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 no use.
Ryosuke wouldn't mind if it only involved him.
He is a lonely guy anyway.
No one cares either.
But involving Jason, Tongshou Temple, and Hui Lijing is something Ryousuke doesn't want to see.
what to do?
Ryousuke frowned and thought.
"Don't worry."
"It's fine."
The old monk Tongshou Temple comforted Ryosuke in a low voice.
This is just instinct and habit.
Ever since he became the master of Tongshou Temple, the old monk has been accustomed to be so comforting.
And every time, there was a near miss in the end.
Those who were comforted by the old monk would immediately look at him with reverence.
By the time the old monk discovered it, it was already too late.
He was regarded as a true master.
Just like this time.
When the words came out of his mouth, the old monk felt a little regretful.
However, there is no regret medicine anywhere in the world.
He could only hold on.
Even when facing the sharp gaze cast by the young man from the Huakaiyuan family, he could only hold on.
Of course, the old monk's persistence is different from that of ordinary people.
He clasped his hands together and chanted softly.
He used habitual actions to cover up his panic.
When he became the master of Tongshou Temple, the old monk was really afraid of revealing his secret.
Therefore, the experience of being on the street came in handy.
He developed a routine for himself to hide his nervousness.
As for a monk, is there anything more monkish than folding hands?
The answer is no.
Therefore, the old monk Tongshou Temple began to practice continuously.
He stood in the Buddhist hall, smelled the sandalwood, and recited this sutra.
In his mind, he visualized himself having a gun put to his head, a knife held to his neck, etc.
At the beginning, his chants were always vibrating.
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 actions have completely penetrated into the bone marrow.
In other words, it is as if it is completely imprinted in the soul.
There have even been some special changes.
At this moment, as the old monk clasped his hands together and chanted softly, everyone who saw it would feel relaxed, as if there were the beating of morning bells and evening drums in their ears, and there seemed to be the sound of Zen.
Ryousuke calmed down instantly.
The young man from the Huakaiyuan family was also startled.
Then, the other party carefully identified the old monk.
After about a second or two, surprise appeared in his eyes.
"Is this Master Tongshou Temple?"
the young man asked.
"It's just a monk from Tongshou Temple."
"The master already has someone else."
The old monk answered with his hands clasped together.
Someone else?
Tongshou Temple has found a new successor?
The young man from the Huakaiyuan family thought quickly in his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Jason, Hui Lijing and Ryosuke.
Now that Tongshou Temple has an heir, the person who is with the original master of Tongshou Temple will most likely be the heir.
First of all, Hui Lijing was excluded.
Although Tongshou Temple does not have so many rules, it is impossible for a woman to inherit it.
Then, Ryousuke was eliminated.
Ryousuke is a man, but his temperament is not the same.
The way he dressed and stood at the moment made him look more like a policeman than a "mysterious" person.
The heir to Tongshou Temple must be someone from the 'mysterious side'.
This is beyond doubt.
Finally, the young man from the Huakaiyuan family looked at Jason.
So tall and strong.
The breath is restrained.
The eyes are calm.
The face is calm.
This should be considered the new successor of Tongshou Temple!
The young man is very sure.
Then, his eyes moved up and looked at the top of Jason's head.
No bald head?
Not shaved yet?
Thinking in his heart, the young man quickly saluted the old monk Tongshou Temple.
"Meet the master."
The young man bowed to the old monk, and then saluted and greeted Jason.
"I have met the new successor of Tongshou Temple."
The old monk put his hands together as a return gift.
Jason stared closely at the young man, his saliva was secreting rapidly, and his stomach made a long roar——
