The point about adding wine to enhance the flavor has been confirmed.
Because after the four of them took a bath, their bodies felt as if they had been soaked in wine.
"It smells like bourbon." Tsushima Shuji blinked, but he didn't know what he meant.
"...I feel like vomiting." A certain blond man codenamed Bourbon showed a disgusted expression.
This sentence does not sound pleasant.
"No one wants to smell like you, Bourbon." Scotland smiled, still speaking in a gentle tone.
Hot springs, tatami, chazuke rice, and... fitness meals.
Tsushima Shuji tucked himself into the quilt, rolled around, and fell asleep for a second.
As adults, Bourbon, Scotland, and Laphroaig...
I went to bed after eating the meal provided by the hotel.
They exercise every day, they exercise a lot, and they also have a huge appetite.
Although you can go without eating for a day or two, if the energy consumed is not replenished in time, you may fail the mission and die.
So every day when they have food to eat, they will try their best to fill themselves up and stay full of energy.
However, Tsushima was suffering from anorexia and refused to eat or drink water.
Although he looked as pale and sickly as ever, he didn't get any worse.
It’s like he only needs photosynthesis... No, Shuji Tsushima doesn’t like to bask in the sun either. He spends most of his time growing mushrooms in dark corners.
It's more like something that only needs air to survive.
Fortunately, none of the three people are particularly keen on interfering with Tsushima Shuji's character.
At first Bourbon and Scotland would intervene, but no longer.
No one can change Shuji Tsushima.
Not to mention forcing him to do something he doesn't want to do.
….
There were four figures in a room, one of whom was wrapped in a quilt so that it was impossible to see his body, and the other three sleeping positions had not changed all night.
The blond man opened his eyes first and stared at the air for three seconds before completely regaining consciousness.
"Wake up." He stood up and passed by the other two figures.
The sliding door was opened, letting the sunlight shine into the room.
It also made Laphroaig and Tsujima Shuji roll to a corner without sunlight in unison.
Just like two vampires who cannot see the sun.
And he made two similar noises of impatience in unison, and covered his head with the quilt.
"Forget it Kaa, why are you like this?" Bourbon frowned and looked at Laphroaig.
"...It's my time to sleep during the day." Laphroaig's voice was cold.
It should be said that after they woke up, it was just his bedtime.
Laphroaig likes bats, and his living habits are like bats, sleeping during the day and being active at night.
"Vampires? You two." Bourbon laughed and mocked.
They stay up all day and come out at night, afraid of being exposed to the sun.
Are you still afraid of silver crosses, holy water, and garlic?
"...Bourbon, you don't understand us. You don't care about basking in the sun anyway. No matter how dark you are, you won't get any darker." The black-haired boy opened the quilt and sat up as if he was furious, complaining loudly.
Bourbon is once again attacked for her skin color:…
It doesn’t matter that Kaa is so pale that he looks like a seriously ill patient. Jingguang has a normal fair complexion. Laphroaig also had a whiter color during Xiabuli’s experiment, which is only a little worse than Kaa. .
The only dark-skinned bourbon always looked out of place.
"..." Bourbon took a deep breath as usual, without saying a word, and turned his back to the two of them in the direction of the door.
He was afraid that if he looked at these two people again, he would want to die with them.
"Didn't you say we were going to Chinatown? The breakfast there should be pretty good..." Scotland also spoke out as usual, and patted his friend's shoulder in a tacit understanding, as a comfort.
"Ah... there are indeed many kinds of breakfast over there..." Tsushima Shuji recalled the days when he had a different breakfast for a month before, and got out of the quilt.
Laphroague scratched his red hair, pulled off his headphones, and got off the quilt.
He needs some "music" to hypnotize him, otherwise he can't fall asleep.
After washing up and changing clothes, the four of them left the hotel and headed to Chinatown.
Because Toru Amuro's features were too obvious, all four of them wore sweatshirts and hoodies this time.
The uniform black hooded sweatshirt has no patterns at all, and he even wears a mask.
"No one will recognize me this time!" Tsushima Shuji vowed.
"I will definitely not meet anyone I know this time." Bourbon said seriously and firmly.
The architectural style of Chinatown is different from other places.
Chinese lanterns with calligraphy written on them hang all over the street.
The inn-like shops are all made of wood.
People coming and going are all Chinese. Although they are no different from Japanese in appearance, people can tell at a glance which ones are Japanese and which ones are Chinese.
The temperament in the bones is different.
Shuji Tsushima and the four of them were walking on the street, and their ears were filled with the language from that side.
Everyone talks in Chinese.
"I want this."
"Give me this."
"Ten portions of this."
Shuji Tsushima excitedly started his daily shopping routine using the same language.
And never bargain.
The elders and aunties were smiling brightly, but at the same time they felt inexplicably disgusted with this silly boy who was somewhat heartless.
If you don’t know how to bargain, how will you live in the future?
Even in Chinatown, where there are endless crowds, the four Tsushima Shuji are a conspicuous sight.
Because they were dressed in black and bundled up tightly, they didn't look like good people.
The shopping process was pleasant and polite.
Even when eating, he keeps his head buried in his food without letting others see his face.
The four of them ate all the way from the street to the end of the street.
Even if what we eat is just snacks and snacks, not staple food, they add up to a lot of food.
The four of them all looked normal and had no feeling at all.
It even feels like a staple meal.
"Look, a detective-themed Chinese restaurant." Tsujima Shuji stood at the door of a restaurant and pointed at the signboard.
"...I don't think it tastes very good." Toru Amuro looked at the sign and then at the waiter who was wearing something not Chinese at all, and said calmly.
"You'll know after you try it." Midorikawa looked at the restaurant thoughtfully.
The four people looked at each other and walked into the restaurant in unison the next second.
"Where do you four want to dine?" A waiter dressed no differently than a waiter in a Western restaurant stood up and asked.
Still in Japanese.
Each theme area represents a different detective.
For example, Poirot, Sherlock Holmes, Marple, Akechi Kogoro, Kindaichi Kosuke, Ellery Quinn... and so on.
"Without a doubt, of course I choose Sherlock Holmes." Shuji Tsushima said without hesitation.
After all, in this detective world where 80% of people are Sherlock Holmes fans, choosing Sherlock Holmes couldn't be more correct.
"Please follow me." The waiter nodded.
