"Well, is that okay?"

Jiro Sakata could see the clear, yellowish sheen of chicken fat, the stewed soft radishes, and of course, the black chicken that stood out.

The ordinary chicken in the supermarket turned out to be completely black.

It's like this color from the very beginning, and it is pure black chicken that emerges from under the skin.

"It should be fine, it's just an ordinary spiritual infection."

An Ran's expression did not change, but he picked up the knife with his tentacle and gently slashed it over the chicken.

It's like a bud waiting to be released, just a small opening, so that the bulging chicken completely cracks, and with the knife slashed, the chicken's belly is turned over, revealing the contents inside.

In an instant, in front of the table in the cafeteria late at night, a terrible cry like blood echoed gracefully.

The cuckoo cries blood and complains.

"It smells so good!"

But soon, Jiro Sakata couldn't help but call out.

If the aroma of pure chicken broth was exuded during the cooking process before, now Jiro Sakata is presented with a beautiful aroma with a certain sense of bewitchment.

Jiro Sakata saw that among the deep and pure chicken, which seemed to be all the evil in this life, was rice as pure as pure snow without a stain.

In the rice, the spirit core of the originally black cuckoo demon has faded, and it is no longer dirty, but like a lotus flower that is not stained by silt, scattered between the rice grains, and the shiitake mushrooms are set off against each other, which is extremely attractive.

"Taste it."

An Ran spooned two bowls of rice, brought chicken soup and radish, and placed them in front of the two of them.

"Am I going to howl and my clothes explode or something?"

Jiro Sakata asked, looking at the snow-white grains of rice.

So in fact, you did watch "Zhong O Ichiban", right?

An Ran watched as the receptionist of the Weird Research Society spooned the rice into his mouth.

“！！！”

For a moment, Jiro Sakata's eyes widened.

The rustic rice seems to contain the flavor of a whole chicken, each grain is soaked in chicken broth, absorbing the rich soup and steaming, at first glance it looks ordinary, but at the moment of entry, all the flavors burst out.

In front of Jiro Sakata, there was a grand scene in the Ichiban Street of Kabukicho.

Lively street markets, girls soliciting customers everywhere, men and women dancing under neon lights.

Growing up in a farmland in the countryside and working hard to take exams in Tokyo, a simple girl who used to be rustic learned to put on makeup and learn to integrate into the life of a big city, but where is Tokyo so beautiful?

The frustration of life, the financial constraints, or just a simple naïve attempt, the girl completes the transformation, falls into the abyss, and can never get out of it again until she dies, and it all ends.

All this is hidden in the colorful and noisy streets.

Maybe these dead girls originally had their own dreams, or maybe they just indulged in the thrill of money transactions day after day, it doesn't matter anymore.

Just like this black-bone chicken rice, the cuckoo demon's spirit core fades in the process of cooking, just like those well-dressed women have lost their makeup and changed to their original appearance.

She has a crush, she wants to buy a new TV for her parents back home, she wants to go back to school to continue her studies, she wants to start over and have a good life.

The lights are bright and green, the urban lanes are drunk and golden, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the women are showing off their flowers.

A muddy, hopeless life and a momentary peace of mind.

Everything turned into the cry of the cuckoo bird, which went with the wind.

Jiro Sakata closed his eyes and carefully enjoyed the taste of black-bone chicken rice.

The cuckoo demon's spirit core meat is tender, neither makes people feel too thin and too woody, nor does it feel fatty, with rice and shiitake mushrooms, it is just right, and even chewing with teeth is a pleasure.

The sweet meat is mixed with the versatile rice, and the mountain flavor of shiitake mushrooms is like a farmhouse song.

And the thoughts in it were transmitted to Sakata Jiro's heart through this bowl of rice, which further amplified the original taste of the food.

Although such a fancy cooking method was used, sure enough, it still tasted like chicken.

With the rice and meat being swallowed into his stomach, Sakata Jiro felt that his whole body was warm, and on this early spring night, his heart was warm, and his whole person was a lot more energetic.

On the other side, An Ran also ate the rice in the bowl.

The amount of the cuckoo demon spirit core is not something he needs to worry about, as long as he eats a certain amount, it is enough to complete the "eating" of the Hell Thorns and absorb all the nutrients, anyway, other people who eat strange dishes will only feel delicious, and they can't draw strength, which is one of the reasons why he is willing to share.

"Fifty...... More than that, is it more than seventy ordinary wraiths? ”

An Ran secretly estimated.

Although this is a fledgling and a youkai that has not yet become fully formed, it has brought more nutrients for the growth of the Hell Thorns than the seventy weakest wraiths combined, which is really surprising to Enron.

It was the first time he had eaten a youkai.

Even though it's a small monster, it's promising.

Maybe it's because the cuckoo demon influenced Yuji Tomita to kill many women in the custom shop, so these resentments are concentrated on the cuckoo demon.

The more vicious the youkai, the stronger the resentment on its body, and the more spiritual qualities it has.

In the past, a spiritual substance was also called a standard unit of spiritual power, and the specific definition was one-tenth of the total amount of spiritual matter contained in the spirit core of a resentful spirit under the average of the given parameters.

Enron didn't know who defined it in the first place, but now that it was an international standard, he had no intention of exploring the origin.

Under certain conditions, spirits and matter can be transformed into each other, which is why some spirits can possess entities, while others ordinary spirits can only blow the wind on the back of their necks.

As for the relationship between spiritual matter and matter, although Enron hopes that such simple and easy-to-understand theories as the law of conservation of spiritual matter will appear in this world, it seems that it is still under research and has not yet reached a conclusive conclusion.

The ordinary resentful spirits that An Ran encountered, from the perspective of spiritual quality, are most common between eight and fifteen parts, which belongs to the normal category, and those with strong resentments can reach one hundred, but usually his unit of measurement is still calculated according to the ordinary resentful spirits of ten spiritual qualities.

It's rare to have more than two hundred like Nanami Hayakawa.

It is said that after the death of some people with strong obsessions, the resentful spirits can reach 500 spiritual qualities, and An Ran has not eaten it himself.

Just like now, this cuckoo demon's soup and rice can provide more than 700 spiritual qualities for the Hell Thorns.

Youkai are so nutritious!

It's normal to think about it, weirdness will devour resentful spirits, and from the perspective of the food chain, it is the existence of a higher trophic level, and it is reasonable to make a big supplement.

And, that's not all.

An Ran could feel that after eating this dish, the hell thorns in his body had changed differently in addition to the normal reaction to ingesting spiritual matter.

The maximum range, dexterity, flexibility, and hardness of the three tentacles have all been increased to varying degrees, and their tolerance to high and low temperatures has also been greatly enhanced, which could not be achieved by simply devouring the spirits before.

Although eating Wraiths increases the length and number of Wraiths, it does not enhance the tentacles themselves.

As for eating monsters, it stands to reason that these more than 700 spiritual qualities should be enough to trigger the fourth tentacle, but the result is that the tentacles themselves are strengthened.

The differences are worth exploring.

It's a pity that there are still too few wild monsters in this world.

I've heard that if you pass the Intermediate Soul Removal Qualification Exam, you'll have the opportunity to get in touch with some commissions related to the ecological investigation of wild monsters, and after passing the advanced level, you can also use the funds of the Weird Research Association to conduct your own weird research, and it's not even impossible to keep monsters in captivity.

Thinking of this, Enron's enthusiasm for learning burned again.

"Speaking of which, Xu Sang, I have a question."

I don't know what the late-night cafeteria owner on the other side was thinking, and Jiro Sakata, who finished eating the black-bone chicken rice in his bowl, suddenly said.

"What's wrong, is there anything wrong with it?"

An Ran put down his chopsticks and asked.

"No, I'm just thinking, although this dish may seem like a lot of bells and whistles, is there actually any essential difference from chicken soup and rice?"

Jiro Sakata thought as he touched his chin.

“...... Truly. ”

An Ran recalled the chicken soup and rice he had made before.

If you think about it carefully, apart from the various strange reactions caused by using the cuckoo demon's spirit core as an ingredient, it seems that there is indeed no difference in taste between black-bone chicken rice and ordinary chicken soup rice.

"So after so much effort, does it still taste similar to ordinary methods?"

Jiro Sakata seems to have begun to think about life.

An Ran picked up the spoon.

"Do you want another bowl?"

"Yay!"