Latent Syndrome

Chapter 473 472. Gourmet

French City.

It's like taking medicine but actually there is no restaurant.

The restaurant owner believes that the name must be awesome enough to attract attention, and then win with perfect taste, so as to become bigger and stronger.

The cuisine in the Deep Realm is very strange.

In addition to cooking with non-intelligent life below 0.1, a true master must also have soul perception and be able to cook souls with higher levels.

Putting the soul of ecstasy, despair, or madness into the pot to cook, you must have your own unique concept and exclusive recipe to make the gourmets linger.

Different from fantasy, this kind of cooking is green and pollution-free. What is cooked is pure emotional power, not mixed with any consciousness, just feeling, just delicious.

As long as you taste a certain flavor, you can naturally feel the majestic snow-capped mountains, or the beaches of the summer islands, or the great and tragic emotions that intoxicate you.

It’s hard to put it into words.

It can truly be called an art.

Recently, the restaurant competition in French City has reached its peak, because the wrestling competition is a national-level sport, and "athletes" from all over the world must prepare state-banquet-level supplements.

The competition committee is selecting restaurants in the city so that they can be invited to stay and become dedicated canteens.

In the future, as long as the wrestling champion also likes to eat advertisements, the income and influence will skyrocket.

Of course this is just the simplest.

After the wrestling competition, there is a final feast. This feast is each chef's personal show, and there is also a cooking competition.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the little master of the deep world, but what he cooks is the miserable souls who have suffered in countless reincarnations.

All in all, it is a national event.

The owner of the restaurant, who was acting like a drug but actually didn't eat it, had no hope. He thought that a restaurant of his own level was still far away. Although it was a thousand-year-old restaurant, it was far different from other restaurants that had won the championship for several consecutive years. Those restaurants The chefs have been systematically trained, and they are like an army, so it is impossible for them to do a good job.

But recently.

There was a chef who 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 help cut "vegetables" and marinate "meat". ".

But later I found out that it was overkill.

This guy who has no name and just calls himself a gourmet is astonishing.

It is simply the pinnacle of existence in the Deep World. After being rated as a chef above 3 by Wandering Soul Street Newspaper, this restaurant instantly became a must-visit place in French City. There was an endless stream of people checking in, and people queuing up to eat. Grow a dragon.

All thanks to...

This tough guy in the kitchen.

"You are my biological father!"

"How on earth did you do that?"

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

He seems to have a strange talent. His food has a completely indescribable feeling. The most intoxicating and even twisted and painful cooking uses the supreme magic power to process all the repeated despair into a dish. Out of this world.

"I can smell..."

"The scent of the soul."

"In fear."

"When the pain of these souls is felt."

"I can even know what happy and unhappy past lives they had."

The gourmet put down his kitchen knife, wore dark blue round-frame sunglasses that were full of fashion, wore a pure white luxurious suit, and adjusted his cufflinks. From the perspective of an old-school gentleman, there is nothing wrong with this outfit.

And outside the restaurant.

It was already crowded, the seats were full, and the diners waiting outside the restaurant were so thirsty that they were madly following the chef in the restaurant.

The boss had to go out and announce a new rule. From now on, reservations will be required.

Officially transformed into.

One of the coolest restaurants in France City.

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A small border town.

It rains continuously.

Investigator R22 of the Tribunal of Truth is talking to Shangfeng through the instrument.

"Just the fact that the Chaos Knife caused the transformation of corpses, and the exaggerated combat power."

"Probably Jane Doe."

"in addition……"

"He is also far more cunning than imagined. He quickly found a protective umbrella."

"Erased all his registration information, along with the slaves he was carrying."

"The cunning aspect is also very consistent."

Before R22 came from French City, he checked all the registered persons in the recent period at the Temporary Resident Management Bureau in advance. He has a photographic memory and clearly remembered that he had seen the photos of the two heads. , was registered as a slave and entered into the management system of French City.

But after arriving in the deserted town here, I logged into the system again to check, but no such person was found, and even two employees of law enforcement agencies died. It was obvious that they were the people responsible for logging in information.

This gave R22 a headache. He knew that the Nameless Doe was in the city, but he couldn't find him. In such a short period of time, could he find someone who would help him even if he violated the rules of Falan City?

No, that's absolutely not possible, just being dragged down by him without knowing it.

Anonymous is that kind of person, like a bottomless abyss, who will twist everything around him into misfortune, just for his ambition, his hegemony, and his crazy pursuit of his own inherently demonic fantasy.

In the control room of the computer room.

The local agency received the distinguished guests of the ruling house with the highest standards, but R22 just wanted to end the mission as soon as possible. His own level was still too weak to deal with such a big disaster as the Nameless Doe, and he had to assign higher-level personnel.

"No matter what."

"You continue to pursue it."

"It's better to be able to lock him down."

"But don't do it."

"Just waiting for me to come."

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

R22 responded with great respect. He did not dare to hang up the communication himself, but asked the other party to hang up.

After the communication ends.

R22 touched his chin and pondered, but if you think about it carefully, there is no trace. In short, the anonymous person must have registered here. If the information is erased, he will become a black account and be trapped in the city and cannot get out. There must be someone who protects him, or someone he controls, to help him reach other places.

Although the deserted town here is small, due to the corpse hunting craze in the peripheral cemetery, countless white gloves from big forces have taken root in it, and the relationship is also intricate.

Can we just exclude them one by one?

Right now.

R22 faintly heard the conversation of several guards outside.

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

"Look, he's so fierce, bro. It's not that he's not tall enough, right? The problem is that the other side is more than four meters tall, like a fucking giant, and then..."

"Fuck it, and then bang. There is no resistance. When I come to my senses, the air is full of fishy smell."

The two guards were just chatting and talking.

R22 pondered for a while.

"That's all."

He thought he had it locked in, no doubt about it.