More than a dozen rockets completely enveloped the convoy.
The flames burst and the flames rolled.
Just like that, five cars were blown up to the sky.
The huge shock wave shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings, and the 'Glowing Cooking Pavilion' was also affected.
The waiters and chefs were pale and panicked.
Obviously, they have never experienced such a thing.
At this time, a man who appeared to be a manager came out calmly.
"Comfort the guest."
"Call the police."
The man is about forty years old, neatly dressed, with a bandage-like ornament on his head.
No, healing bandages.
It's the kind of bandages chefs put on to keep hair from falling out.
Such bandages disappeared when chef hats became popular.
Especially in the Silver District, the chef's hat was quickly accepted.
The ancient attire from the East has long been considered outdated by most chefs.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 countless times, but it doesn't give people any discomfort.
On the contrary, people who see this headband will only feel that it should be like this.
Is it because the person wearing it is calm
Or is it because of the habits of the people around you
Jason didn't know.
However, when the middle-aged chef walked over, the corners of Jason's mouth could not help but curl up.
There is a lot of food scent on the other party.
Beef, lamb, pork, seafood and more.
Each one is so delicious.
A true chef!
Maybe Jason can't cook, but his nose can tell good from bad.
You have come to the right place!
Jason thought to himself.
"Guests, please wait in the cooking kiosk first."
"I've called the police."
"The police will be here soon."
The middle-aged chef said so.
Liang Jie shook his head, and he 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.
"Hello… "
"Let him go."
"It's his job."
Hui Lijing was about to say something, but was stopped by the old monk of Tongshou 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 things.
But when she saw the old monk following him, she was taken aback.
"Grandmaster?"
Hui Lijing spoke in doubt.
"Officer Ryosuke is my guest tonight."
"Of course I want to keep my guests safe."
The old monk clasped his hands together, got up, quickened his pace, and walked side by side with Ryosuke.
Jason frowned.
In the end, he followed suit.
In his perception, there is still a lot of malicious breath in the range 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 anything to happen to the old monk.
Looking at the three people walking together, Hui Lijing rationally told herself that this was not advisable, and the code of detectives clearly told her that she had nothing to do with herself and should hang herself high.
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 is Master Tongshou Temple."
"I have eaten in our restaurant several times."
"A very kind master."
The waiter said immediately.
"Um."
The middle-aged chef nodded, and after pondering for a while, said: "From now on, when the master and the three of you come to the store again, we will give them a 20% discount."
After speaking, the middle-aged chef returned to the shop.
There are certain things that he is destined to be unable to participate in.
He is just a cook.
Therefore, he can only do well as a chef.
Make every meal right.
As for more
That is excellence.
In the name of the ancestors!
The middle-aged chef quickened his pace as he recalled.
"What meal did they order?"
“Full Meal with Beef!”
No need to check, the waiter answered in the affirmative.
He has already remembered what the guests who come to eat every night.
Therefore, he became the manager of the 'Glowing Cuisine Kiosk'.
"A full meal of beef?"
"Give them another dumpling."
"I sent it."
As the middle-aged chef said, he walked to the seafood cabinet and picked out a few prawns.
The waiter couldn't help being startled watching the chef's actions.
"Chef, you are making shrimp dumplings, do you have any 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 someone to help you?"
"No, it's different, it has to be done by me."
After the middle-aged chef finished speaking, he carried the prawns and walked towards the back kitchen.
"Do it yourself?"
"Could it be..."
"Thang Long Dumplings?!"
The waiter who was the manager of the lobby suddenly thought of something.
The chef's eyes lit up.
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 man to say thank you or something.
That is impossible.
If you force him to say it, you might as well kill him.
He couldn't speak.
He will only remember it in his heart.
Holding guns in both hands, Ryosuke approached the explosion site with a standard tactical move.
Don't worry about the fuel tank exploding.
Under just one round of bombing.
The fuel tank had already exploded.
At the same time, there were no living people in the convoy.
Although he had already guessed such a result, Ryosuke still looked ugly when the truth came out.
He 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 a big shot.
It is only normal for there to be one or two "mysterious side" people around such a big man.
Ordinary people may not survive.
But those on the 'mysterious side' have a considerable chance of surviving.
only…
"In the face of rockets, is it difficult for people on the 'mysterious side' to resist?"
Ryosuke whispered to himself.
"Technology is advancing, and the times are developing."
"When guns and cannons appeared, some things had already quietly changed."
"Justice is only at the point of the gun."
"The truth is within range."
"It may be ridiculous, but it really exists—in the Silver District, the reason why the 'mysterious side' is divided into the inner world and the present world, and even other names, is because of the appearance of gunpowder."
"Its appearance gave ordinary people the right to be recognized for the first time."
The old monk of Tongshou Temple said in a low voice.
There is something complicated in the eyes.
As a half-way monk, he really liked the appearance of gunpowder, as he said, the appearance of gunpowder changed the whole era.
However, as the successor of the former Tongshou Temple, he has the "mysterious side" power that ordinary people envy, and he hopes that he can live in the age when mystery is paramount.
Sure enough, I am a vacillating guy!
The old monk of Tongshou Temple reprimanded himself from the bottom of his heart.
Then, he began to chant the Heart Sutra again.
Hui Lijing stood 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 machete in his backpack.
wait
That's not Jason's style.
What he is used to is to take the initiative to attack.
However, just as Jason was about to make a move, the people in those positions left quickly.
Um
Jason's perception made him look to the other side of the road.
There, several cars were speeding towards them.
When the car stopped, a young man rushed out of the car.
When he saw the young man, the old monk of Tongshou Temple grabbed Ryosuke and let Ryosuke and himself back to Jason's side.
"What's wrong?"
Ryosuke didn't resist.
When the old monk was willing to come with him just now, Ryosuke recognized this friend.
For friends, a hypocritical middle-aged man like Ryosuke believes unconditionally.
"The person who blooms in the garden."
The old monk of Tongshou Temple said in a low voice.
"Flower Garden?"
"hiss!"
"The four major Onmyoji families?"
Ryosuke was taken aback, and took a breath.
Although today is his first day to work in 'Zero Class', he has never learned any decent information, but he does know about the 'Four Great Onmyoji Families'.
Because... Tsuchimikadomoto.
Therefore, Ryosuke knew very well what Huakaiyuan, one of the 'Four Great Onmyoji Families', represented.
Immediately, Ryosuke remained silent.
There was concern in his eyes.
People from Huakaiyuan appeared, and the people who died here should naturally be members of the Huakaiyuan family, or people with a very close relationship, otherwise, the people from the Huakaiyuan family would not be able to rush to the scene so quickly .
Trouble!
Although the Huakaiyuan family is not as domineering as the Tsuchiyamen family.
But it's not easy to get along with either.
In other words, according to the information Liang Jie learned, none of the 'Four Great 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 vent their anger.
Even if he has the status of 'zero class', it is of no use.
Ryosuke doesn't mind if it's just about him.
He was a lonely guy anyway.
Nobody cares either.
But Ryosuke didn't want to see Jason, Tong Shousi, and Hui Lijing implicated.
what to do
Ryosuke frowned thinking.
"Do not worry."
"It's fine."
The old monk of Tongshou Temple comforted Liangjie in a low voice.
It's just instinct, it's habit.
Ever since he became the master of Tongshou Temple, the old monk has habitually comforted others in this way.
And every time, there was no danger in the last week.
Those who were comforted by the old monk would immediately cast reverent glances at him.
By the time the old monk found out, it was already 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 medicine for regret 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 toughness is different from that of ordinary people.
He clasped his hands together and chanted softly.
Use habitual movements to cover up his panic.
When he became the master of Tongshou Temple, the old monk was really afraid of revealing himself.
Therefore, the experience of wandering the streets came in handy.
He developed a routine for himself to mask his nervousness.
And a monk, is there anything more monk than clasped 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 recited the scriptures.
In my heart, I visualize myself being held on the head by a gun, or on my neck with a knife, and so on.
In the beginning, his chants were all trilled.
That was scary.
But later, he became more and more stable.
Even in reality, the old monk can handle it with ease.
After accumulating for more than ten years, 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 clasped his hands together and chanted softly, everyone who saw it would feel relaxed, as if the beating of morning bells and evening drums appeared in their ears, and it seemed that Zen sounds appeared.
Ryosuke calmed down instantly.
The young man from Huakaiyuan's family was also taken aback.
Afterwards, the other party carefully identified the old monk.
After about a second or two, surprise appeared in his eyes.
"Excuse me, is it Master Tongshou Temple?"
asked the young man.
"It's just the monk of Tongshou Temple."
"The master already has someone else."
The old monk answered with clasped hands.
Someone else
Tong Shou Temple has found a new successor
The young man from Huakai Yuan's family quickly thought in his mind, and his eyes couldn't help looking at Jason, Hui Lijing and Liangjie.
Now that Tongshou Temple has an heir, there is a high probability that those who follow the original master of Tongshou Temple will be the heir.
First, Hui Lijing was ruled out.
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 his temperament is different.
That attire and the standing posture at the moment are more like a policeman than someone from the 'mysterious side'.
The heirs of Tongshou Temple must be people from the 'mysterious side'.
There is no doubt about it.
In the end, the young man from Huakai Yuan's family turned his gaze to Jason.
So tall and strong.
The breath is restrained.
Calm eyes.
His face was indifferent.
This should be the new successor of Tongshou Temple!
Young people are sure.
Then, his gaze moved up to the top of Jason's head.
No bald head
Not shaved yet
Thinking in his heart, the young man hurriedly saluted the old monk of Tongshou Temple.
"Meet the master."
The young man bowed to the old monk, and then saluted Jason.
"Meet the new successor of Tongshou Temple."
The old monk clasped his hands together as a gift in return.
Jason stared at the young man closely, his saliva was secreting rapidly, and there was a long roar in his stomach——
Goo!