"Oil content?"
Kiryu Yiyi really felt the unpleasant greasy feeling in the air.
It seems that what is floating in the air is no longer air, but oil flowers.
If you look up, you will find that the wooden ceiling is dark in color and always moist, as if it is covered with oil.
Kiryu Yishi felt something was not right. He looked at Yuka Mamiya, only to find that Yuka Mamiya was playing with her mobile phone and typing quickly with both hands.
It seems like a group chat?
Kiryu turned on his phone.
I discovered that Yuka Mamiya was posting messages in the "Ghost Story Research Group" group.
Strange Girl: "We've arrived at the barbecue restaurant everyone was talking about. Indeed, there is a greasy smell in the air."
Happy Iwata: "I heard that the barbecue at that restaurant tastes very good. Just smelling it makes you feel appetizing, and you never need dipping sauce to eat their barbecue."
"I heard that many people have disappeared, and after investigation, I found that the store almost never buys meat. I suggest you never eat meat from the barbecue restaurant!"
Kiryu first-class: "@鬼故事女, so when you said you came here to eat, you actually wanted to investigate Kaidan?"
He was still wondering why Yuka Mamiya wanted to eat barbecue after just watching two disgusting balls of rotten meat.
It seems that eating barbecue is fake, but investigating strange stories is real.
"Hey! You two went to a barbecue restaurant together? Do you know each other in real life? You can't be dating, right?"
"It's so romantic, let's investigate strange stories together!"
"..." Kiryu Yiyi looked at the members in the group who had been silent all day long and stood up to join in the booing. Suddenly, he felt that what he had just said was very redundant.
Besides, there’s nothing romantic about investigating ghost stories together.
About ten minutes passed, and with the fragrant smell, the boss came up with a piece of barbecue.
"Ah ha ha ha, here comes the barbecue."
The barbecue is placed on the small stove in front of the table: "This is the best and most delicious meat, please enjoy it as soon as possible!"
The boss's hands wiped away the grease on his apron, but neither Kiryu Ichijo nor Mamiya Yuka made a move.
Seeing that the two of them didn't move their chopsticks, he urged: "Eat, why don't you eat?"
The guests on the side were dissatisfied: "Boss, do you still have top-quality meat? I can't eat enough!"
"Yes, boss, we want another one too."
The boss smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, the last portion of meat was given to these two young customers, because top-quality meat is hard to come by and is limited."
The guests were not satisfied with the meal and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not enough!"
"Yeah, I feel like I can still eat four or five servings!"
Others had not eaten enough, but the two people who had a piece of barbecue looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
Limited but top-notch meat, every once in a while it is unable to open due to lack of meat, but when it opens again, top-notch meat will appear, but a family member will mysteriously disappear.
Combined with the uncomfortable atmosphere of the entire store, no matter how fragrant the barbecue is, it is impossible to eat it.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Kiryu stood up.
Mamiya Youxiang said with understanding: "There seems to be no bathroom nearby. If you leave for too long and come back, the meat will be wasted. By the way, there should be one in the barbecue restaurant, uncle boss."
She looked at the owner of the barbecue restaurant, and the smile on his face froze: "Haha, yes, of course."
The boss said to Kiryu Yishi: "Guest, please come with me and I will take you there."
"Junior San, remember to come back soon, I'm waiting for you to eat barbecue together." Yuka Mamiya waved her hand to Kiryu Yiyi.
As a result, he was stared at by the owner of the barbecue restaurant.
Kiryu was helpless, but he still stood up and said to the boss: "Then it's time to work."
As he followed the boss towards the back kitchen, he felt more and more the smell of oil inside, and it wasn't just the smell of oil... Every time he breathed, it seemed like oil was getting into his nostrils and flowing into his lungs.
"The toilet is inside." The boss opened the bathroom door: "Please come in."
"Thanks"
Kiryu first entered the bathroom and locked the door.
Unexpectedly, he grabbed a handful of oil. The sticky oil was like black oil poured from a fryer. It was very disgusting. He wanted to grab paper to wipe his hands, but found that the toilet paper roll was also covered with oil.
Even the surface of the toilet was covered with a layer of semi-solidified grease, and the ventilation fan stopped spinning, as if it was caught by something.
"Ding dong"
The phone received the message.
Kiryu Yiyi took a look and saw that it was Yuka Mamiya.
"There must be something wrong with the kitchen in that store. I will find a way to call the boss out, so junior Sang, you must investigate carefully!"
"So don't be so cute," Kiryu Yiyi put away his phone and complained in his heart.
The kebab shop owner is outside.
"Boss-san! Could you please come over here?" It was Mamiya Yuka's voice.
Kiryu Yiichi left hesitantly when he heard the footsteps outside.
He quickly opened the bathroom door and quickly closed it.
He bent down and rubbed his grease-covered hands on the heels, making his fingers feel refreshed.
Kiryu quickly walked to the kitchen.
The back kitchen is connected to the living room of the barbecue restaurant.
It was a living room, but the tatami and the TV were all covered in sticky grease.
Go further back.
"Tons, tons, tons~" there was a voice.
Kiryu Yiyi stood sideways, that was probably the kitchen where the ingredients were stored.
It seems that the barbecue restaurant does not barbecue in front of the customers, but in the small kitchen of the living room. Such a small stove and simple equipment can actually bake barbecue that makes people swallow their mouths?
He slowly tilted his head and looked into the kitchen.
A strong boy with acne-covered face was holding a bottle of oil and pouring it into his mouth.
The swallowing sound of "tons, tons, tons" was the sound coming from him taking a big gulp of oil.
Such a strange scene made Kiryu Yiyi couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
This is too fierce. Come on, robot?
"Ha" the boy drank the oil and exhaled happily, as refreshing as taking a sip of an ice-cold carbonated drink on a hot summer day.
As if that wasn't enough, he took out another bucket of oil, unscrewed the lid and poured it into his mouth.
There were footsteps behind him, and Kiryu stood on tiptoes and quickly reached the room opposite the kitchen.
It's that girl.
She stopped at the door of the kitchen and saw the boy drinking heavily. However, she was not too surprised, maybe because she was used to this scene.
Girls walk loudly, attracting boys' attention.
After swallowing the last mouthful of oil, he exhaled happily, "Ha!" The boy looked at the girl with a strange smile: "Sister, why are you here suddenly?"
"Because... I thought I saw a guest coming in just now."
"That's it!"
The boy suddenly rushed over and grabbed the girl's hair: "Didn't I tell you not to come over and take a peek? Why don't you have a long memory?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the girl cried and apologized.
Kiryu Yiyi, who was hiding in the opposite room, frowned and was about to rush out to help, but he heard the footsteps keenly.
The boy didn't realize that there was a third person staring at him. He was violently beating and kicking his sister, and he squeezed his hands violently. A pimple on his face exploded, and the grease flew out and landed on the girl's face.
"Ah!" she yelled in horror.
"Hahahaha!" The boy laughed: "Come on, try this feeling!"
"That's too much, Goro!"
The voice came from behind.
Before the boy could react, the owner of the barbecue restaurant had already picked up the pot and hit his son on the back of the head. The boy fell to the ground, unable to move.
"Dousang..." The girl got up and gently touched her brother's nose: "It seems that he is dead..."
"He is such a bastard who has been bullying my sister. How could I give birth to him?" The owner of the barbecue restaurant hugged his daughter and comforted: "Don't worry, Dou Sang will protect you."
"Uuuuuuuuuah... But I don't want Dou-san to be arrested by the police."
"Then let's get rid of the body first," the owner of the barbecue restaurant said, "You go out first. There are guests outside, and they must not be allowed to come over."
"Yeah!" The girl wiped the disgusting grease from her face and trotted away.
The owner of the barbecue restaurant dragged his son's body, which was like a fat pig, away slowly.
A few minutes later, Kiryu Yiichi came out of the room.
He quickly returned to his seat and found that the girl was lowering her head and thinking about something.
"How is it?" Mamiya Yuxiang sent a message to ask.
"Let's pay and go. It's not convenient to talk here." Kiryu typed a reply.
Mamiya Yuka nodded.
As soon as the two stood up, they saw the owner of the barbecue restaurant coming out panting. He looked at the two of them in surprise: "Why didn't the two guests eat? Are they dissatisfied?"
"I'm sorry, I have gastroenteritis," Kiryu said. "I have to go to the hospital first. I can only come back next time."
"It's such a shame, but please take care of yourself."
Kiryu Yiyi nodded: "Yes, I will definitely come next time."
He paid for the barbecue, but he didn't expect that this plate of barbecue cost 60,000 yen. It was not a high-end restaurant, just a barbecue shop with poor decoration and a sticky feel.
But the boss said to the customers present: "I have good news for everyone. The top-notch meat has just arrived again. You can have a good time this time!"
"How many?" The customers present became excited.
The owner of the barbecue restaurant laughed: "Haha, about one hundred kilograms of top-notch meat."
"so much?"
"That's great!"
Customers are pleasantly surprised.
Only after paying the bill, Kiryu Yishi, who refused the invoice issued by the other party, pulled Yuka Mamiya and quickly left the barbecue restaurant with an ugly expression.
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