More than a dozen rockets completely enveloped the convoy.

The flames burst and the flames rolled.

Five cars were blown up into the sky.

The huge shock wave shattered the glass of the surrounding buildings, and the 'Glowing Dining Pavilion' was also affected.

The waiters and cooks were pale and panicked.

Obviously, they have not experienced anything like this at all.

At this time, a man who appeared to be a manager walked out calmly.

"Pacify the guests."

"Call the police."

The man was in his mid-forties, neatly dressed and wearing a bandage-like ornament on his head.

No, the treatment of bandages.

It's the kind of bandage that cooks use to prevent hair from falling out.

When chef hats became popular, such bandages disappeared.

Especially in the silver area, it was quick to accept the chef's hat.

The ancient costume originated from the Orient has long been regarded as outdated by most chefs.

The whole bandage is earthy yellow, spotless and clean, but it has a strong sense of age, and some places have been repaired for an unknown number of times, but it does not give people any discomfort.

On the contrary, people who see this headband will only think 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 came over, the corners of Jason's mouth couldn't help but turn up.

There is a lot of food on the other side.

Beef, lamb, pork, seafood, and many more.

Each one is so delicious.

A true master chef!

Jason may not be able to cook, but his nose can tell the difference between good and bad.

You've come to the right place!

Jason thought to himself.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please wait in the dining hall for a while."

"I've called the police."

"The police will be coming soon."

The middle-aged chef said this.

Ryosuke, on the other hand, shook his head, and he looked at Jason, Hui Lijing, and the old monk of Tong Shouji.

"I'll check it out first."

With that, Ryosuke ran towards the place where the explosion occurred.

"Hey ......"

"Let him go."

"It's his job."

Hui Lijing was about to say something, but was stopped by the old monk of Tong Shou Temple.

The female detective blinked and said nothing.

Ryosuke is a police officer.

Still a good cop.

Naturally, it is impossible to turn a blind eye to such a thing.

But when she saw the old monk walking along, she was stunned.

"Master?"

Hui Lijing spoke suspiciously.

"Officer Ryosuke is my guest tonight."

"Of course I want to keep my guests safe."

The old monk folded his hands, got up, quickened his pace, and walked side by side with Ryosuke.

Jason frowned.

Eventually, they followed.

In his perception, there was still a lot of malicious aura within the scope of the explosion.

The old monk may not be able to handle it.

The old monk promised to invite him to dinner.

He didn't want anything to happen to the old monk.

Looking at the three of them walking together, Hui Lijing's reason told her that this was not advisable, and the detective's code clearly told her that it was none of her business to hang high.

But emotionally, Hui Lijing can't control it.

Since it's four people coming together.

Naturally, it was four people acting together.

Thinking of this, Hui Lijing also chased after her.

The middle-aged chef looked at this scene in a daze.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the waiter on the side.

"Who are these four guests?"

He asked curiously.

"It's the master of the Tong Shouji Temple who ordered the meal."

"I've eaten at our store several times."

"He is a very kind master."

The waiter said immediately.

"Hmm."

The middle-aged chef nodded, and after a deep sigh, he said, "In the future, when this master and the three people just come to the store again, I will give them a twenty-percent discount." ”

With that, the middle-aged chef returned to the store.

There are some things that he is destined to not be able to participate in.

He's just a chef.

Therefore, he can only do his duty as a chef.

Make every meal ready.

As for more?

That's the pursuit of excellence.

In the name of the ancestors!

The middle-aged chef recalled, quickening his pace.

"What kind of meal did they order?"

"A full meal of beef!"

No need to check, the waiter replied in the affirmative.

He had already memorized in his mind what the guests ate every night.

That's why he became the manager of the 'Glowing Dining Pavilion'.

"A full meal of beef?"

"Let's get them another dumpling."

"I sent it."

As he spoke, the middle-aged chef walked to the seafood cabinet on the side and picked out a few prawns from it.

The waiter couldn't help but be stunned when he watched the chef's movements.

"Chef, are you making shrimp dumplings, and there are ready-made ones in the kitchen?"

He asked, puzzled.

"I just saw a scene that warmed my heart, and my heart told me that I should make a meal for them."

The middle-aged chef replied.

"Do you need me to arrange for someone to help you?"

"No, it's different, it has to be done by my own hands."

After the middle-aged chef finished speaking, he walked towards the back kitchen with the prawns.

"Do it yourself?"

"Is it ......?"

"Thang Long dumplings?!"

The waiter, who was the lobby manager, suddenly thought of something.

The eyes of the chef lit up.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

……

Ryosuke looked at the three people who followed, and his heart was full of emotion.

But don't expect a hypocritical middle-aged man to say thank you or anything like that.

That's impossible.

If you insist on him to say, you might as well kill him.

He couldn't open his mouth.

He will only remember it in his heart.

With guns in both hands, Ryosuke approached the scene of the explosion with a standard tactical move.

Don't worry about the fuel tank exploding.

Under the bombardment just now.

The fuel tank has long exploded.

At the same time, there were no more living people in the convoy.

Although he had already guessed such a result, when the facts appeared, Ryosuke still had an ugly face.

He had just hoped that some people would survive.

After all, such an exaggerated thing as rockets were used in urban areas.

The person who is going to be dealt with must be some big man.

It is normal for one or two 'mysterious side' people to appear next to such a big person.

Ordinary people may not survive.

But the 'mystery side' has a good chance of surviving.

It's just that......

"In the face of rockets, is it difficult for the people on the 'mysterious side' to resist it?"

Ryosuke muttered softly to himself.

"Science and technology are advancing, and the times are developing."

"When guns and cannons appeared, some things had already quietly changed."

"Justice, only at gunpoint."

"The truth is within range."

"It may seem ridiculous, but it's true - in the Silver Zone, the reason why the 'mysterious side' is divided into the world and the present world, and even other names, is because of the appearance of gunpowder."

"Its appearance has given ordinary people the qualifications to be taken seriously for the first time."

The old monk of Tong Shouji Temple whispered.

There is something complicated in the eyes.

As a halfway monk, he really rejoiced in the appearance of gunpowder, as he said, the appearance of gunpowder changed the whole era.

However, as the successor of the former Tong Shouji Temple, he has the power of the 'mysterious side' that ordinary people envy, and he hopes that he will be in that era when the mystery is supreme.

Sure enough, I'm a swinging guy!

The old monk of Tong Shouji rebuked himself from the bottom of his heart.

Then, I began to recite the Heart Sutra again.

Hui Lijing stood beside Jason, carefully looking around.

Her instinct as a warrior told her that the danger was not far away.

Jason's gaze had locked on a few positions long before Hui Lijing.

Standing in front of the wreckage of the five cars, Jason's hand involuntarily touched the hilt of the short-handled broad-bladed machete in the backpack behind him.

Await?

That's not Jason's style.

He is used to taking the initiative.

However, just as Jason was about to make a move, the people in those positions quickly left.

Well?

Jason's perception made his gaze look to the other side of the road.

There, several cars were speeding up.

When the car stopped, a young man rushed out of it.

When he saw the young man, the old monk of Tong Shouji grabbed Ryosuke and let Ryosuke retreat to Jason's side with him.

"What's wrong?"

Ryosuke didn't resist.

Just when the old monk was willing to come with him, Ryosuke recognized this friend.

For friends, Ryosuke, a pretentious middle-aged man, believes unconditionally.

"The people of the flower blossom courtyard."

The old monk of Tongshou Temple said in a low voice.

"Flower Blossom Courtyard?"

"Shhh

"The Four Great Onmyoji Families?"

Ryosuke was stunned and gasped.

Although today was his first day to work in the 'zero class', he hadn't learned anything about it, but he knew about the 'Four Great Onmyoji Families'.

Because...... Dogomonmoto.

Therefore, Ryosuke knows very well what Hanakaiin, one of the 'Four Onmyoji Families', represents.

Immediately, Ryosuke remained silent.

There was worry in his eyes.

The people of the Flower Blossom Courtyard appeared, and the people who died here should naturally be the people of the Flower Blossom Courtyard family, or people who were extremely close, otherwise, the people of the Flower Blossom Courtyard family would not have been able to arrive at the scene so quickly.

Trouble!

Although the Flower Blossom House is not as domineering as the Tuyumen Family.

But it's not easy to get along with.

In other words, in the information that Ryosuke learned, none of the 'four major Onmyoji families' were easy to get along with.

And now, they are at the scene of the death of someone close to each other.

It is natural for the other party to be angry.

Even if he had the status of 'Lesson Zero', it would be of little use.

If it's just about implicating him, Ryosuke doesn't mind.

He's a lonely guy anyway.

Nothing cares.

But implicating Jason, Tong Shouji, and Hui Lijing is something that Ryosuke doesn't want to see.

What to do?

Ryosuke thought with a frown.

"Don't worry."

"It's fine."

The old monk of Tong Shouji Temple comforted Ryosuke in a low voice.

It's just instinct, it's habit.

Ever since he became the master of Tong Shou Temple, the old monk has been accustomed to being so comforting.

And every time, the most weekly is thrilling.

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 too late.

He was regarded as a true master.

Like, at this time.

When the words came out, the old monk regretted it a little.

But where in the world is there a regret pill.

He could only hold on.

Even in the face of the young man from the Huakaiyuan family, when he cast a sharp gaze, he could only hold on.

Of course, the old monk's hard support is different from that of ordinary people.

He folded his hands and chanted softly.

Use habitual movements to hide his panic.

When he became the master of Tong Shouji Temple, the old monk was really afraid of revealing his stuff.

So, the experience of wandering the streets came in handy.

He made a habitual move for himself to disguise his nervousness.

And a monk, is there anything more monk than folded hands?

The answer is no.

Therefore, the old monk of Tongshou Temple began to practice continuously.

He stood in the temple, smelling sandalwood and chanting the scriptures.

In my mind, I imagined myself being held to the head with a gun, being held to the neck with a knife, and so on.

At first, his chanting was all in a trill.

That's scared.

But later, he became more and more stable.

Even in reality, the old monk can be at ease.

After accumulating for more than ten years, such habitual actions have completely penetrated into the bone marrow.

Or rather, it is completely imprinted in the soul.

Even, some special changes have taken place.

At this moment, as the old monk folded his hands and chanted softly, everyone who saw it would feel relaxed, as if there was a beat of the morning bell and dusk drum in his ears, and it seemed that there was a Zen sound.

Ryosuke calmed down instantly.

The young man from the flower blossom courtyard was also stunned.

Then, the other party carefully identified the old monk.

After about a second or two, surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Is it Master Tongshouji?"

The young man asked.

"It's just a monk of Tongshou Temple."

"The Master already has someone else."

The old monk replied with his hands folded.

Someone else?

Tong Shouji has found a new successor?

The young man of the Hanakaiin family thought quickly, and his eyes involuntarily looked at Jason, Hui Lijing, and Ryosuke.

Since Tongshouji has an heir, the person who followed the original master of Tongshouji is most likely the heir.

First, Hui Lijing was ruled out.

Although there are not so many rules in Tongshouji, it is impossible for a woman to inherit it.

Then, Ryosuke was ruled out.

Ryosuke is a man, but his temperament is not like it.

That kind of dress and the way he stands at the moment is more like a policeman than a 'mysterious side' person.

The heir of Tong Shouji Temple must be a person on the 'mysterious side'.

There is no doubt about it.

Finally, the young man from the Blossom House looked at Jason.

So tall and strong.

The breath is restrained.

The gaze is calm.

The face is indifferent.

This should be the new successor of the Childshou Temple!

Young people are sure.

Then, his gaze moved upwards to the top of Jason's head.

Don't have a bald head?

Haven't shaved yet?

Thinking in his heart, the young man hurriedly saluted the old monk of Tongshou Temple.

"I've seen the master."

The young man bowed to the old monk, and then saluted Jason.

"I've seen the new successor of Tongshou Temple."

The old monk folded his hands together as a return gift.

Jason stared at the young man tightly, saliva secreted rapidly, and a long roar in his stomach -

Mutter!