the next morning.
The lights that had stayed on all night were finally put out after daybreak.
Sunlight filtered in through the windows that had been left open all night.
Shuji Tsushima was sitting on the sofa, his expression a little dazed, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He stretched out his fingers and pulled his eyelids hard to prevent himself from closing his eyes.
And Bourbon and Scotch…
The two people's movements at this time were a bit subtle, especially the shoulders, which looked a bit stiff.
The process of whipping cream and kneading dough by hand last night...
All in all, making desserts all night was more tiring than doing their tasks.
Although there is no danger in making desserts, you may die while doing tasks.
But they still prefer to do the task.
The two of them still had dark circles under their eyes.
Even the actions seem numb.
Stiffly, he took out the prepared things from the refrigerator and put them in the oven.
Then start sorting and making the final product.
Cookies, macarons, cakes, soufflés, baguettes, even big lobster...
Occasionally, he would be "accidentally distracted" and throw the knife away, and he would "just happen to" pass by Shuji Tsushima.
Tsujima Shuji was wearing pajamas, his expression was numb, he didn't move, and he didn't pay attention at all.
If Bourbon "accidentally" killed him, he would be grateful to Bourbon if he died.
Even if he goes to hell, he will still pray for Bourbon.
Does the person who killed him still deserve to go to heaven?
Tsushima Shuji thought divergently.
"Since we are busy making these desserts, we don't have time to make breakfast and lunch, so you can just eat these for lunch and morning. Eat as much as you want, there won't be enough." Bourbon suddenly said with a smile.
Shuji Tsushima looked at the desserts that he was not very interested in. After a moment of silence, he took out a can of canned crab meat from under the sofa.
"Don't worry about me, just keep doing it." He smiled thoughtfully.
Bourbon, who had forgotten the presence of the canned crabmeat, turned his head away with a not-so-good expression.
Next time, next time I’ll throw away all Kaa’s canned crab meat.
He swore.
Bourbon continued making desserts with a ferocious smile.
"Keep calm, are you worthy of your title of Buddha's God of Cooking?! That's a cooking skill that is said to make people lose their desire after eating it!" Shuji Tsushima pointed at Bourbon.
"With your current mentality, you can only cook dishes that will make people feel aggrieved after eating them!" He criticized bitterly.
The expression on Bourbon's face, who had not heard the title of Buddha's God of Cooking for a while, became even more ferocious.
Scotland, on the other hand, watched the show like a bystander from beginning to end. When he saw his friend being embarrassed, he would politely turn his head away and then laugh again.
It can be seen that he still cares about his friend's thoughts and does not want to lose this friend.
"If you are not satisfied, why don't you do it yourself?" Bourbon looked at Tsushima Shuji with a smile and asked.
He really wanted to use arsenic instead of sugar and poison everyone who appeared in a while.
Tsushima Shuji turned a deaf ear and pretended not to have heard anything.
"Hurry up, hurry up, we don't have to be here by then, you haven't done it yet, it would be very rude~~" He said in a light tone.
To Bourbon, the sound sounded like the whisper of an evil spirit.
He selectively ignored the other party and continued the work at hand.
Shuji Tsushima has already eaten four cans of crab meat and is currently eating the fifth.
And the time has jumped from morning to noon.
Bourbon and Scotch finally finished their work, plated all the desserts, and placed them on the multi-layer dessert rack specially designed for afternoon tea.
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Then the three of them came to the rooftop.
There is a special place for afternoon tea on the rooftop.
It’s still not convenient to have afternoon tea in the apartment.
Of course, the piano requested by Tsushima Shuji was also moved to the rooftop.
As for how it was moved up...
Bourbon and Scotland didn't want to say much about it.
Shuji Tsushima sat on the white chair that already existed on the rooftop, resting his chin on one hand in a leisurely manner.
One area on the rooftop is used as an afternoon tea area, and another area is used to park helicopters.
The afternoon tea area was made into a room with bulletproof glass.
There is no wind, but you can get the sun.
"Go pick up our guests, don't keep them waiting." Tsushima Shuji ordered.
Bourbon and Scotland put on sunglasses, hiding their fatigue and dark circles under their eyes so that others could not see them at all.
He walked downstairs indifferently.
——
Shuichi Akai wore a brown suit and a black turtleneck sweater, and the collar-type voice changer around his neck was well covered.
He took the invitation and knocked on the door of Sora Sakai's apartment.
The neighbor on the other side who was said to be a singer was not there, but Sora Sakai should have been there all along.
"What's going on?" The red-haired young man wore a black shirt and a red tie tied loosely, his voice was calm.
It seemed like the other person hadn't started drinking yet, so his voice wasn't as deep as before after drinking.
But the current voice always makes Akai Shuichi feel very familiar.
Reminds him of someone... who has disappeared...
Akai Hideyoshi, Sera Hideyoshi, or Haneda Hideyoshi...
After all, it was his younger brother Hideyoshi.
If you think about it this way, these eyes...
"I'm just here to ask, do you want to come with us?" The pink-haired man held up the invitation and asked with a smile.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Sora Sakai without leaving any trace.
Those blue eyes were very much like his missing father, Akai Mutake, whose life and death were unknown.
If you look at it this way, the other person looks very similar to Hideyoshi.
Akai Shuichi looked at Sakai Sora's face and thought.
His impression of his brother was still in his teenage years.
What he looked like at that time, when he grew up...
It shouldn’t be like this, right?
Although there are some similarities, they are still different. Only the eyes are exactly the same.
But Hideyoshi has black hair, and Sakai Sora has red hair. Even the roots of his hair look red, and they don't look like they were dyed.
But the same eyes, similar voice, similar face...
Is it really just a coincidence?
"Dongdongdong." The blond man knocked on the wall of the corridor.
After Subaru Chongmi and Sora Sakai looked over, he said casually:
"Master Xiuzhi asked us to lead the way for you, come with us."
A little polite, but not obvious.
"Let's go." Sora Sakai took a black suit jacket from the coat rack nearby and put it on, then closed the door of his house with his backhand.
At first, Subaru was a little curious about where Tsushima Shuji would invite them to have afternoon tea.
He even had a plan on how to escape from the apartment if he was surrounded.
But when he arrived at the afternoon tea venue, he found that the plan he had thought of before was probably useless.
Because the venue is on the rooftop.
The space is not small, and the balcony with no obstructions can be said to have an unobstructed view, and no ambush figures can be seen.
"Please take a seat." Two bodyguards pulled out the chairs for Subaru and Sora Sakai.
"Please drink tea." After they sat down, he quickly poured tea for them.
"Please taste it." After pouring the tea, he placed the desserts on the dessert rack in front of them and invited them to enjoy them with a smile, politeness and enthusiasm.
