Detective Conan: Birth of the Demon Child

The beautiful host, dressed in a high school uniform, first acted cute, then introduced in a serious manner: "There are five judges in total, and each of them can give 20 points, which means the total score for the dish is 100 points."

The top four scorers will qualify for the official competition.

Next, please welcome our first contestant, Takumi Ishiwata, to the stage. Judges, please give your scores and comments!

As soon as the beautiful host finished speaking, a male contestant with short brown hair confidently carried his curry dish to the five judges.

Seeing this, Suzuki Haruaki walked over to Nakiri Erina, tugged at her sleeve, and asked, "Erina-neechan, who are those five judges?"

"The middle-aged man sitting on the far left is named Kita Shuji. He is the head of the Kita Gourmet Club."

The bespectacled man next to him is Shingo Anton, a well-known writer covering all aspects of food culture. One of his articles can easily cause a restaurant to go bankrupt or become a huge hit.

The blonde beauty sitting in the very center is named Chihiro Orie. She is the second daughter of "HUB Foods," the leading company in the curry industry, and is known as the Curry Princess.

Oh, right! Chihiro Orie also has a twin sister, the one known as the 'Curry Queen', Chihiro Natsume, who is a judge for Group A.

"HUB Foods?"

Upon hearing this, Conan couldn't help but say, "I think I've heard of this company. It's said that HUB Foods has a market value of over one trillion yen and owns a curry business market worth two hundred billion yen annually."

While HUB Foods may not be as large as the Suzuki Group, it is still a very famous food company in Japan and is definitely a giant in the food industry.

The fact that they were able to invite the two young ladies from HUB Food Company to be judges is enough to prove how powerful Totsuki Academy's connections are.

Chapter 472 Dark Cuisine

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After introducing Chizuru to Seimei Suzuki, Erina Kiri also introduced him to the other two male judges.

The remaining two male judges, while not as prominent as Chihiro, were still well-known figures in the culinary world.

"Mmm~ This is delicious!"

"Is this dish based on the signature curry of North India, the spicy and sour chicken curry?"

"The special masala spices, which emphasize the sourness, have a really great aroma, and instead of making tandoori chicken, the chicken is made into tika curry chicken."

"Because there are no bones, it can be eaten even with a soup spoon. You've done a very thorough investigation and are very considerate of the diners. As expected of a student from Totsuki Academy!"

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Hearing the judges' praise, a hint of pride flashed in Ishiwata Takumi's eyes, but he humbly replied, "Thank you for the compliment."

It's no wonder that Ishiwatari Takumi felt proud, because Totsuki Academy enrolled nearly a thousand new students this year, but only sixty were qualified to participate in the Autumn Selection Tournament. So his cooking skills had already surpassed most of the new students.

"Gudong!"

Looking at the curry chicken in front of the judges, Genta couldn't help but swallow hard and said, "That curry chicken looks delicious, I really want to try it!"

"The judges all praised that older brother so much, his curry chicken must be delicious."

Swish!

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Upon hearing this, Conan's glasses flashed with a white light, and he shook his head, saying, "That's not necessarily true."

Ayumi asked curiously, "Conan, why would you say that? Those judges clearly really liked the curry chicken that older boy made!"

"Because of those..."

Before Conan could explain, the beautiful host suddenly raised the microphone and shouted, "Now, please, judges, reveal your scores!"

As soon as the beautiful host finished speaking, two huge numbers, "33", appeared on the large screen behind the judges.

The judges' scores were also displayed on the small screens in front of their tables.

Among them, Chihiro gave the lowest score, only two points, while the highest scorer only gave nine points.

"33 points?!"

Looking at the glaring score on the screen, Ishiwata Takumi exclaimed in disbelief, "Are you kidding me? My dish only got 33 points? What do you mean by this?!"

"You brat! Who do you think we are?!"

Kita Shuji, who had been all smiles, suddenly glared at Ishiwatari Takumi when he saw that Ishiwatari Takumi dared to question their professionalism. He put on a fierce expression and said, "We are people who taste the dishes made by famous gourmets every day."

I just praised your cooking, but by student standards, you'd be lucky to get a 50 out of 100!

"Ta-da..."

Faced with Kita Shuji's merciless reprimand, Ishiwatari Takumi's composure crumbled instantly. He dropped the plate in his hand and knelt down on the ground, utterly dejected.

Looking at the once-spirited Ishiwata Takumi, now utterly devastated, Ayumi said with pity, "That big brother is so pitiful~"

"Those older men are way too strict!"

Seeing this, Gentai and Mitsuhiko couldn't help but whisper.

"Of course they'd be strict!"

Seimei Suzuki shook his head and explained, "The top eight selected in the Autumn Selection Tournament are, to put it simply, the reserves for the Elite Ten of Totsuki. Do you think this kind of selection process can be anything but rigorous?"

"Oh!"

After hearing Suzuki Seimei's explanation, Genta and the others nodded in understanding.

Although Genta and his group had only visited Totsuki Academy twice, they had already learned the meaning of the Totsuki Elite Ten from Hisako Shinoto.

For an ordinary student to participate in a Food War with one of the Elite Ten, they would need to prepare at least hundreds of millions of Yorimitsu (a unit of currency) worth of food, demonstrating the rarity and prestige of the Elite Ten.

Therefore, it is quite normal that the autumn selection competition is particularly rigorous.

The other contestants present, seeing Ishiwata Takumi's miserable appearance, instantly froze their smiles, revealing serious and solemn expressions.

The five judges in front of me look kind, but they are all seasoned gourmets who have tasted delicacies from land and sea. Making a dish that satisfies them is no easy task.

In the next ten minutes or so, more than a dozen contestants served up their carefully prepared dishes, but the results were disappointing; not a single dish scored more than fifty points.

Looking at the contestants who were almost questioning their existence after being hit hard by the judges' sharp comments, Ai Haibara and the others felt pity for them, but at the same time, a hint of admiration appeared in their eyes when they looked at Erina Siri.

It's worth noting that Erina Siri, like the other contestants present, was also a first-year student, yet she's already a member of the Elite Ten.

Previously, Ai Haibara and the others didn't feel much, they just felt that Erina Siri was a good cook, but now they have a deep understanding of how amazing she is.

"The rigorous scoring continues. Please welcome the next contestant, Nao Satsuka. Her dish is... um!"

Before the beautiful host could finish speaking, a terrifying stench filled the entire arena, causing everyone present to instinctively cover their noses.

"It stinks!"

"This stinks!"

"I can't take it anymore, ugh..."

Not only were the contestants and audience members so disgusted they wanted to curse, but even the five seasoned judges couldn't help but show expressions of disdain.

"It stinks...it smells awful, what is this thing?"

Amidst Chiori's near-collapse expression, Nao Satsuka calmly pushed her food cart to the five judges and served them her meticulously prepared culinary disaster.

"This is my special [dark black laksa curry], please enjoy!"

As Nao Satsuka opened the lid of her plate, a visible purplish-black stench instantly filled every corner of the arena with terrifying speed.

"It really stinks!"

"It smells like a concentrated version of sewer stench. Is this really food?"

"Disastrous food! This is absolutely culinary atrocity!"

Even Suzuki Seimei and his group, who were hiding on the second floor, were not spared and were suffocated by the terrible stench, their eyes rolling back in their heads.

"Wailing! The whole place is wailing; it's unbelievable that this is the venue for a food competition..."

The beautiful female host was quite dedicated; even though her eyes were watering from the stench, she still endured the suffocating odor and dutifully hosted the competition.

Only one person escaped unscathed throughout the entire competition: the white-haired beauty, Alice!

Alice said with a look of relief, "Luckily, I had anticipated this situation and prepared the latest gas masks in advance!"

Chapter 473 Nemesis Meets

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Why would Alice wear a gas mask?

Alice shrugged and said, "As a master who needs modern machines to create 'molecular gastronomy,' it's not unreasonable for me to carry a gas mask with me, is it?"

"Lak... Laksa is a type of noodle dish from Southeast Asia characterized by its smooth and chewy texture."

While covering his nose, Kita Shuji, fulfilling his duties as a judge, commented with difficulty: "Judging from the jet-black color of these surfaces, it should originate from squid ink, but this strong, pungent stench... could it be..."

"That's right!"

Nao Satsuka nodded affirmatively and said, "It's dried salted fish!"

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Upon receiving Nao Sadazuka's affirmative answer, Kita Shuji felt an urge to flip the table and couldn't help but roar, "You idiot! What on earth did you put in the curry?!"

"Dried salted fish..."

Sitting next to Kita Shuji, Ando Shingo explained with a look of utter despair: "The dried goods that are a specialty of the Inzu Islands are made by soaking dried fish in salt water for several years and decades. Sardines and other blue-backed fish are marinated in a fermentation liquid commonly known as 'salted fish juice,' and then dried. They are extremely smelly!"

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Nao Satsuka said excitedly, "And this is a salted fish sauce that I carefully and secretly made using flying fish and a demon head knife!"

"0 points! 0 points!"

Kita Shuji's eye twitched, and he couldn't help but slam his hand on the table, shouting, "Although I've eaten many special delicacies, I absolutely will not eat this kind of food..."

Before Kita Shuji could finish speaking, Chizuru, who was sitting in the middle of the judges' seat, suddenly picked up a knife and shakily picked up a piece of black noodles that smelled foul.

Upon seeing this, Kita Shuji asked incredulously, "Ms. Orie...you don't really want to eat this kind of thing, do you?"

Chihiro forced a smile and said, "As a sponsor of the selection tournament, I'm just fulfilling my obligations..."