I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Is Saori a ghost last night?" He Ye and Xiaolan simultaneously had this question.

There was the sound of crutches, and the longevity woman was slightly worried on her face and shouted: "Junhui, where are you Junhui?"

After being mentioned by the longevity woman, everyone remembered that Jun Hui, who said she was going to the warehouse to find the roster last night, had not returned yet. Guangyou looked at the longevity woman who was going away with a smile on her mouth.

Conan looked at Guangyou's smile and asked in confusion, "Gwangyou, do you know what?"

Guangyou suddenly raised his eyebrows and took out the conch he had picked up on the beach before from his arms: "Want to know? Then ask the magic conch!"

Conan: "..."

"I shouldn't believe him." Conan turned his head and looked at Heiji with a complicated expression on his face at this time. "Did you think about it too?"

Deputy Chief Ping sighed: "I don't want to admit it either, but it seems that this is the most likely now. Let me talk to the uncle."

Half a day later, the results of the investigation have come out. When Uncle Maori heard the results of the investigation, his heart sank sharply. He turned around and said to a few people: "You are right. After comparing the treatment marks of the young lady's teeth, they found that they were exactly the same."

Lu Lang, who was waiting anxiously for the news at the door, couldn't believe it, kneeling to the ground and shouting as if he could vent like this.

The news was heavy, but several people told the longevity woman lying in the bed. After hearing the news, the longevity woman sighed: "Is that right, Junhui is dead, young The lives are gone one by one, leaving me dragging this body to continue to linger."

....

Guangyou and Xiaoai once again returned to the town. This time the restaurants in the town were also open. From time to time, there were tourists walking out touching their stomachs.

The two walked into a small shop casually. The owner was an elderly uncle. Although he was elderly, he organized himself neatly.

After seeing the two come in, the uncle's serious-looking face barely squeezed a smile, and said, "Please sit down."

After the two were ready, the uncle still had a smile on his face: "My kid, what do you want to eat?"

The names of the dishes in the restaurant are written on bamboo plates and hung on the walls. Japanese small restaurants, no matter which one they are, basically have fried chicken.

The two each ordered fried chicken and some seasonal seafood. The uncle's actions were very neat, and soon the dishes came up. It has to be said that although the uncle didn't laugh very well, the dishes made were mouth-watering.

The fried chicken has just entered the mouth, the crispy skin on the outside is not thick, it is just right, and it does not make people feel like eating noodles, and the meat is also quite good, with very distinct textures.

Guangyou couldn't help but exclaimed: "Uncle, what you make tastes good."

Hearing someone complimenting him, the uncle showed a natural smile on his face. Guangyou looked around the store and asked with some confusion: "But why are there no people."

It stands to reason that those who open a store naturally want their business to be prosperous and not a monk, but the uncle doesn't care about this at all, and he cleans up the stove and replied: "It doesn't matter, I am not here to make money."

"Listen to you, uncle, you are not from the island?" Guangyou said vaguely, chewing fried chicken in his mouth.

The uncle's hand movement suddenly stagnated, but it quickly returned to the original state: "Yes, I've been in my twenties. I'm now in my forties. I'm from Tokyo."

Guangyou's curiosity was instantly aroused, and he asked, "Then why are you here? Isn't it developing very well in a big city?"

After the uncle finished packing, he also sat down and took a sip from the wine bottle beside him: "At that time, I had a quarrel with my mother. I was young and energetic and left home directly. The busy work made me busy. Regardless of other things, until the day my mother died, I didn't have time to look at her one last time."

A trace of regret flashed in the uncle’s bright eyes, and he took another sip: “Later I learned that my mother was sick when she quarreled with me, and she didn’t contact me until the day of her death. She was afraid of affecting me. If it’s not for my relatives to tell me the news of her death, I’m afraid I’m still kept in the dark.”

Guangyou also sighed and apologized: "Sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, that was originally my problem." The uncle smiled lightly. "Later I came to this island. This island can calm me down. I cook every day and go home to rest at night. Life is very comfortable. The city is prosperous, but here is more suitable for me."

Guangyou puts a piece of lobster meat in his mouth. The lobster meat is firm, tender and delicate, and tastes delicious. After careful chewing, it still has a sweet taste, but it tastes like chewing wax in Guangyou's mouth.

While chatting with the uncle, while thinking about things thoughtfully, soon after the food was finished, he bid farewell to the uncle and walked out of the shop.

Looking at the blue sky, Guangyou sighed and said inwardly: "I don't know how my mother is now."

The words just now reminded Guangyou of his mother in the previous life. He was still in the same world at the time. Guangyou also went back to see it quietly. After seeing that there was no major problem, he quietly left, but now that the two worlds are separated, it is impossible to go back.

At the time, Guangyou’s money, except for some charity, basically only left a small part of it, and many of them were called to his mother. When Guangyou saw that their lives had improved to many levels, he quietly go away.

Guangyou and his mother had also talked on the phone, but the father had been obsessed with the card table and the wine table, and he didn't care at all about the son who had long been gone.

Thinking of this, Guangyou is always a little sad. He has always envied those families whose parents care for their children. They don’t quarrel or quarrel. Father and son can joke with each other and talk with their parents. Guangyou has always admired things. .

But those can only be thought of in dreams, but in reality, it is impossible to talk about it, and talk about it with you.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Ai asked with concern when seeing that Guangyou's mood was a little wrong.

Guangyou shook his head pretending to be a smiling face. It’s better not to talk about this kind of thing. He just wanted to bring laughter to Lulang Xiaoai, and replied: “It’s nothing, I just think I can’t eat such cheap and delicious seafood in the future. Some pity."

Seeing Guangyou holding her chest pretending to be uncomfortable, Xiao Ai chuckled lightly: "I will be fine with you again in the future."

Her comfort was very effective, Guangyou sighed and then smiled at Xiaowei: "Yes."

In fact, the town is almost gone. On the way, I bought some traditional snacks on the island. The two walked towards the mermaid waterfall. The focus of the celebration night was on the celebration, and the two did not take a good look at the natural scenery on the island. .

There were fewer tourists along the way as the celebration ended. Residents on the island also took time off. There are not a few people on the roadside chatting with melon seeds.

When she passed by an aunt, her words caught Guangyou's attention.