latent syndrome.

Chapter 473 472. Gourmet

Falan City.

It's like taking medicine but actually not going to the restaurant.

The owner of the restaurant thinks that the name must be good enough to attract people's attention, and then win with the perfect taste, so as to become bigger and stronger.

The cuisine in the deep world is very strange.

In addition to cooking with unintelligent life forms below 0.1, a true master must also have the perception of souls and be able to cook souls with higher levels.

Putting ecstasy, despair, or crazy souls into the pot for cooking, you must have your own unique ideas and exclusive recipes to make the gourmets linger.

Different from fantasy, this kind of cooking is green and pollution-free, and what is cooked is pure emotional power, without any consciousness, just feeling, just delicious.

As long as you taste a certain taste, you can naturally feel the majestic snow-capped mountains, or the sandy beaches of the summer islands, or how to be intoxicated with great and tragic emotions.

It's hard to sum it up in one word.

It's quite an art.

Recently, the restaurant competition in Falan City has been pushed to the top, because wrestling is a national-level sport, and for "athletes" from all over the world, they must prepare state banquet-level supplements.

The competition committee is selecting restaurants in the city, so that they can invite residents to become special canteens.

In the future, as long as there are advertisements that wrestling champions also love to eat, their income and influence will directly skyrocket.

Of course this is just the simplest.

After the wrestling competition, there is an ending feast, which is the personal show of each chef, and there is also a cooking competition.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a small master in the deep world, but what he cooks is a miserable soul that has suffered in countless reincarnations.

All in all, it was a national event.

The owner of the restaurant who was like taking medicine but actually didn't go to the restaurant had no hope. He thought that a restaurant of his level was still far behind. Chefs are already systematically trained, and they exist like an army, so it is impossible to do it well.

But recently.

A chef randomly came to the Deep Blue Realm from Wanling City, and entered the restaurant by various coincidences. At first, the boss thought that this person was just a small role, and only asked him to be a pawn to help cut "vegetables" and marinate "meat" ".

But it turned out to be an overkill.

This guy who doesn't have a name but just claims to be a gourmet is astonished.

It is simply the most pinnacle existence in the deep world. After being evaluated by the Youhun Street newspaper as a chef who surpassed 3, this restaurant instantly became a must-visit place in Falan City. Grow a dragon.

All thanks to...

The hunk of the chef.

"You are my dear father!"

"How on earth did you do it?"

The owner of the restaurant came to the back kitchen to watch this man cook, hoping to learn some skills secretly, but after careful observation, he found that it was impossible to imitate.

He seems to have a strange talent, his food has a completely indescribable feeling, the most intoxicating and even twisted and painful cooking, processing all the reincarnated despair with the supreme magic power into a dish Peerless delicacies.

"I can smell..."

"Smell of the soul."

"In fear."

"When feeling the pain of these souls."

"I can even know what kind of happy and unfortunate past lives they had."

The gourmet put down the kitchen knife, and the dark blue round-frame sunglasses were full of fashion value. He wore a pure white luxurious suit and tidied up the cuff buttons. From the perspective of an old-fashioned gentleman, there was nothing wrong with this attire.

And outside the restaurant.

There were already a lot of people, the seats were full, and the diners waiting outside the restaurant were so hungry and thirsty that they were madly chasing the chef in this restaurant.

The boss had to go out and announce a new rule, from now on, by appointment only.

Formally transformed into .

The best restaurant in Falan City, bar none.

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A small border town.

It was cloudy and rainy.

The R22 investigator of the Tribunal of Truth is talking to Shangfeng through the device.

"It's about the fact that the Chaos Knife caused the corpse to change, and the exaggerated combat power."

"Probably Anonymous."

"in addition……"

"It's also far more cunning than imagined. He quickly found the umbrella."

"Erase all his registration information, along with the slaves he carried."

"Cunning is also in line with it."

Before R22 came from Falan City, he looked at all the registered personnel in the temporary residents administration in advance. He has a photographic memory and clearly remembers the photos of the two heads that he saw. , was registered as a slave and registered in the management system of Falan City.

But after coming to the deserted town here, he logged into the system again to check, but found no such person, even two law enforcement agency employees died, obviously they were the ones responsible for the login information.

This made R22 feel very headache. He knew that the nameless person was in the city, but he couldn't find him. Did he find someone who would help him even in such a short period of time?
No, it was absolutely impossible to do that, but he was dragged into the water without knowing it.

Anonymous is that kind of person, like a bottomless abyss, he will twist everything around him into misfortune, just because of his ambition, his hegemony, and his crazy pursuit of self-essential obsession.

Engine room control room.

The local organization received the distinguished guests of the tribunal with the highest standards, but R22 only wanted to finish the task as soon as possible, and his own level was too reluctant to deal with such a big disaster as Anonymous, so he had to assign higher-level personnel.

"Anyway."

"You continue to investigate."

"It's best to be able to lock him up."

"But don't do it."

"Just wait for me to come."

The female voice on the other end of the communicator said.

R22 responded with great respect, he didn't dare to hang up the communication by himself, but asked the other party to hang up.

After the communication is over.

R22 rubbed his chin and murmured, but if you think about it carefully, there is no trace. In short, Anonymous must have registered here. If the information is erased, he will become a black household, trapped in the city and unable to get out. There must be someone who shelters him, or someone he controls, who helps him reach other places.

Although the deserted town here is small, due to the rush of corpses in the cemeteries on the edge, the white gloves of countless powerful forces have also taken root, and the relationship among them is also intricate.

Can they be ruled out one by one?
Just now.

R22 faintly heard the conversation of several guards outside.

"Fuck! Did you go to the Wynn Casino last night to watch wrestling?"

"Look, it's too fierce brother, it's not that he's not big enough, you know, the problem is that the opposite side is more than four meters tall, like a fucking giant, and then..."

"Damn, and then there was a bang, and there was no resistance. When I came back to my senses, the air was full of fishy smell."

The two guards were just chatting and blowing water.

R22 pondered for a while.

"It can only be like this."

He thinks he's locked in, there's no question about it.

(End of this chapter)