i'm not a detective

Chapter 63

After reading all the materials of Atsushi Kameda's case, Takeshi Qihara made a photocopy of Atsushi Kameda's "secret language book", and then left Hirano Police Station with Kiyomi Ruri, took a taxi and went straight to Furuya Park, preparing to Take advantage of the rest of today's time to do a field trip, and Gugu Park is not far from the police station, so they arrived in a short time.

This is an urban walking park with winding paths and a large number of trees planted along the road for the public to enjoy cherry blossoms in spring, lotus in summer, red leaves in autumn and plum blossoms in winter.Since you can enjoy the lotus, there is naturally a small shallow lake here, and there is a small river upstream of the small lake. The case happened by the river in the upper half of the park. , the left side of the mound is the fishing guys, and the right side is the place where Aiura Harumi and Kameda Atsushi had a quarrel and scuffle.

Takeshi Qihara first looked at the place where Atsushi Kameda was killed, but the murder had happened for six days, and the traces had been almost destroyed by the wind and the sun. It was impossible to find anything without professional equipment, and then he looked at the fishing place. The fishing direction of the guys—consistent with the record in the case file, the distance between the two sides is not far in a straight line, but there are small hills and trees between them, so they can't see each other.

Then, he turned his eyes to the small river again, picked up a pebble and threw it into the water, splashing a splash.

The water in the river was not deep, and the source of the water came from the melted snow in the high mountains near Hirano. In addition, the river course was artificially built, so the water quality was very clear. He could see how the stones he threw down sank to the bottom.

"Do you suspect that there is something wrong with the case?" Qingjian Liuli asked him curiously while holding the glove box, "Do you think Atsushi Kameda committed suicide and threw the murder weapon into the river?"

"Yes, I was somewhat skeptical before. After all, with modern technology, it is not difficult to fake voices, but it is impossible at present. The river is too clear and not deep. Throwing a knife in it is quite conspicuous. No matter how careless the police are, it is impossible. I can’t see it.” Qiyuan Wu looked at the river for a while, then turned around and led her to walk downstream of the small river, and soon came to the filter buffer dam in front of the small lake—to prevent the river from rushing into the lake during the summer flood season and destroying valuable ornamental plants And the buffer low dam built can also block the floating debris and garbage upstream.

He stared at the water filtration buffer dam for a long time on the shore, especially the several screens at the daily water outlet. He looked very carefully, but except for some dead branches and leaves, he did not find any suspicious objects, the murder weapon. It is also difficult to establish if it is tied to a floating object and floats downstream.

At present, it seems that apart from being dreamed about by the client, the two have no connection at all, and there is no doubt about it.

Qing Jian Liuli watched with him for a while, and said with certainty: "It must not be suicide, otherwise Kameda-san is too stupid. Even if he has a grudge against Xiangpu Zhiguang and wants to take revenge on him, he already has the courage to commit suicide. Sneak attack and stab him." Isn't it more straightforward to kill him, why do you have to go around such a big circle. If something goes wrong in the planting process, and you die without being planted, you won't be laughed to death."

Takeshi Qihara admitted that what she said made sense, nodded and said: "Our task is to find the connection between the murder of Atsushi Kameda and the old lady Fumie. This is the place where Kameda died, and it is the beginning of our investigation. Let's rule out the problem first. Always right."

Qingjian Liuli also nodded, but hesitated for a moment and asked again: "Could it have nothing to do with Kameda-san, but the reason for Xiangpu Zhiguang?"

"I don't know, but Atsushi Kameda is dead, and the surrounding environment is most likely to change. It will be troublesome if all the relics are cleaned up. Let's check with him first." Takeshi Qiyuan looked at the sky after speaking, the sun had already set, The sky was getting dark, so I turned around and left, sighing again, "It's true that I received less money, but I'm hungry, we'll talk about it tomorrow, let's go home for dinner first!"

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At around six o'clock in the evening, Qingjian Liuli entered Qiyuan Wu's house with a glove box in her arms. She had just washed her hands and was about to start working when she suddenly remembered something. She turned around and ran home with her shoes on. After a while, she came back with two legs of lamb. After handing it to Takeshi Qiyuan, he said happily: "I almost forgot, my mother gave it to you."

Qiyuan Wugang dug out a large box of prawns from his large fresh-keeping refrigerator. He was hesitating whether to eat them braised in oil or to eat prawn balls. Hearing this, he put the prawns back. He took the leg of lamb and took a closer look. He found that the quality It's quite high, and it's kept fresh and stored quite well. It's a high-quality lamb leg, and even the previous depression disappeared for a while, and said with a smile: "You mother is really nice."

Mom was praised, and Qing was also very happy to see Liuli. She hummed and said, "She is quite a nice person. She told me yesterday that I can't always eat your food, so I gave you two lamb legs."

"Then let's eat mutton today." Qi Yuanwu thought for a while while holding the leg of mutton, and said with a smile, "Two front legs of mutton, with some ingot meat, you can eat boiled mutton in ice."

Seeing Liuli, Qing immediately asked curiously, "What is boiled sheep in ice?"

"It's low-temperature and slow-cooked mutton, which has less smell and less foam, but it needs to be of good water quality and good enough mutton. These two front legs of lamb are good, and they are suitable for eating ice-boiled lamb." Qi Yuanwu turned and began to pick up the chopping board Knife, smiled and said, "Come on, today I will teach you how to handle the leg of lamb."

Qingjian Liuli still didn't understand how Bing cooks mutton, but she honestly fastened her piggy apron and began to observe Qiyuan Wu's operation, but she listened curiously and asked: "What's the difference between front legs and hind legs? The legs have been advancing, aren’t they all lamb legs?”

Qi Yuanwu was very patient when training the coolies. While washing the leg of lamb, he explained casually: "Animals such as sheep usually use their hind legs to exert force when jumping, so the front legs are relatively weak compared to the rear legs. There will be more fat, and the meat will be more delicate, but compared with other parts of sheep, the fat is very moderate, so it is the essence of sheep, and it is particularly delicious.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the joint between the front end of the leg of the lamb and the waist, and added, "This piece of meat in particular is the essence of the lamb body. The leg of lamb should have been given by someone else, otherwise it would not be so generous, and the leg still has half of the waist."

Qing Jian Liuli nodded, and suddenly said: "It is indeed a gift from my father's friend. Maybe he has a ranch at home, so he killed it himself."

"Next time someone from a ranch comes to entrust us, we can give you a [-]% discount and make a friend." Qi Yuanwu moved his knife like flying as he spoke, and cut the leg of lamb, cutting a part of the muscle into chunks, and cutting the tender part into pieces. Cut it into thin slices, spread it on the frozen plate, then handed the knife to Qingjian Liuli, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's try it for you, just another serving of the same amount, enough for us to eat."

"Okay." Qingjian Liuli took the knife, tilted her head to look at the half-leg of lamb, recalled Qiyuan Wu's action just now, raised the knife and chopped it down to the bone with a small expression on her face. vicious.

Wuze Qiyuan opened the cupboard, rummaged around for a while, took out a three-piece set of painted enamel copper hot pot that looked old at first glance, took the pot and lid to the faucet and cleaned it well, then opened the freezer again, and started pouring out ice Block, layer by layer to the bottom of the hot pot.

After working for a while, he looked back at Qingjian Liuli, picked up a spoon and hit her on the head, and said displeasedly: "Cut along the grain, didn't I tell you just now, follow the meat Cut the white fat texture between the tendons, tear off the meat membrane, are you in a hurry to reincarnate, cut so fast! Beginners look carefully before cutting, don't form bad habits!"

"I've already done what you said, why did you hit someone?" Qing saw Liuli turned around and said unhappy, "I'm working for you and listening to you, but you can't be rude to me, otherwise don't Blame me for fighting back."

Takeshi Qiyuan hit her with a spoon again unceremoniously, and said with a smile: "You pig brain, do you know what you are learning, hang out with me for three years, and go back to a second-rate restaurant as the treasure of the town shop Enough, the craft can last a lifetime, but now you are not happy after being knocked on the head? You are a young fruit in summer, do you know how difficult it is for others to learn some skills, so you are lucky enough to meet me, otherwise you If you change the kitchen at will, any chef who has the leisure to beat you will just tell you to roll aside and change someone else. You're so stupid, how dare you have a temper for such a good thing that others can't even ask for?"

You bastard, scold me again...

Qing Jian Liuli was even more unhappy, but suddenly remembered that she had watched a TV series before, in which a small helper chef wanted to learn cooking skills, so he offered all kinds of hospitality when he had nothing to do. , let him squat in the kitchen every day to wash potatoes and radishes. After several years of washing, he was finally willing to teach him.

Comparing the two, Takeshi Qiyuan's attitude is much better, he is willing to demonstrate himself, and is willing to give pointers beside him, which is far better than that of the chef.

If you can learn something, it doesn't matter if you get knocked twice.

She had nothing to say, and turned back to cut the meat again. Seeing that she was being honest, Takeshi Qiyuan also gestured with a spoon and explained to her how to observe the texture of the meat, and how to use the knife under any circumstances to ensure the best taste. Don't go back and boil a pot of minced broth.

Qing Jian Liuli also calmed down, preferring to slow down and observe carefully before cutting the knife. It's just that the hand is not steady enough, the eyes are not accurate enough, and the cut is still messy, but Qiyuanwu didn't say anything else. The knife skill needs long-term practice. Anyone who is just getting started will cut it like a bear, but as long as the method is correct, it will get better gradually, at least three to five months later it will be enough.

He took a second look and thought it was all right. He turned around and prepared some simple side dishes and dipping sauces, and asked her to continue slicing the meat slowly. He left with the sliced ​​meat and went to the living room to set up the copper hot pot. Good silver frost charcoal, light a fire, arrange the mutton cubes neatly on the ice—the shredded ones are placed on Qingjian Liuli’s side, and the ones he cut are placed on his side—then pour pure water and put seasonings and spices , add a little fresh milk, then cover the gorgeous painted enamel pot and start to stuffy.

Qingjian Liuli had already sliced ​​the mutton slices for the second time, and served them out on a frozen plate, and then the curious duck sat at the small square table, watching Qiyuanwu make the dipping sauce, and then couldn't help it. He lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it, and said in surprise: "It's really cooking sheep with ice, why do you use ice to cook it, can't you use water?"

"Water is fine, of course, but the taste is different." Qi Yuanwu used Erba sauce, leek sauce, crushed sesame seeds, etc. to adjust the dipping sauce to her preference, and handed it to her, and said casually, "The low temperature will make the lamb more firm, Then let the mutton expand again as the ice melts and heats up. During this process, the mutton will passively absorb the soup, and when it is cooked, the mutton will shrink and spit out the soup. Light, tastes fresher and tenderer."

After a pause, he added, "It is said that it was invented by the Mongolian cavalry. It was difficult to get water in winter, so they cut ice and mixed it with mutton and cooked it. Only then did they find that the taste was different, so it was passed down. Later, some people called it Genghis Khan. Boiled sheep, but it’s just a legend, it’s hard to verify whether it’s true now.”

Qing Jian Liuli suddenly realized: "So it is like this, I know Genghis Khan, I have eaten Genghis Khan barbecue."

Qiyuan Wu was stunned, and said speechlessly: "These two are different. Boiled sheep is more or less related to Genghis Khan, and Genghis Khan's barbecue has nothing to do with him. I don't know which idiot opened a shop and made up stories. It looks like it’s about to come true.”

"Is it okay?"

"Not at all."

The two were chatting, and the light smoke from the top of the copper hot pot quickly mixed with water vapor, and the pot also started to "gumble" and the aroma came out, and Qing saw Liu Li's face was red and warm , Swallowed secretly, bowed his head and took a sip of barley tea, wanted to say that the lid could be lifted, but felt too reserved, and began to hold back.

Fortunately, Wu Qiyuan was also hungry. Ice-boiled sheep is not afraid of getting old. It is no problem to eat while cooking. He just opened the lid, cleared the foam with a spoon, scooped out two more bowls of soup, and handed Qingjian Liuli a bowl. , smiled and said: "The original soup turns into the original food, and the water quality mutton is excellent, drink slowly."

Qingjian Liuli took the bowl and found that the soup was milky white with a red goji berry floating on it, which was a bit cute, and then Qiyuan Wu said with satisfaction: "Okay, it's time to start!"

She quickly sat down on her knees, Heshi said "I'm starting", and then happily went to scoop up the mutton with a spoon, and the mutton pieces have been boiled to milky white, and the meat itself is very tender , the bones can be easily removed while steaming.

She tried the original flavor first, and found that the smell of mutton could hardly be tasted, and there was only one word xian left, and then dipped it in the dipping sauce, and the mutton was dyed with a thick layer of sesame and salty fragrance. Good, I wish people could swallow it with their tongues.

Qi Yuanwu also tasted it and thought it was very good. He asked her with a smile across the "chimney" of the hot pot: "How is it? Is it different from ordinary boiled mutton?"

Qing saw that Liuli didn't really taste the difference, and was busy stuffing the second piece of mutton into his mouth. Hearing his words, he nodded quickly and said reservedly: "It's different from ordinary boiled mutton, um... different , the taste is better."

Bastard, this guy is really good. He has new tricks every day, and everything he does is delicious. If he is willing to raise his hourly salary, he will not lose money as his assistant for three years.

"Indeed, it has a unique flavor." Takeshi Qiyuan also nodded. Later generations of ice-boiled sheep have been made into Internet celebrity products, which has ruined their reputation. However, if the high-quality lamb is selected and the water quality is guaranteed, the taste is indeed much better than that of white boiled sheep.

At least his emperor tongue thought so.

Seeing that Liuli had no time to talk to him at the moment, she covered herself with the steam from the hot pot and chewed hard. She really liked the combination of sesame paste and mutton.

She ate until her forehead was sweating, and took a spoon to pick up the food from Qiyuan Wu's side. Qiyuan Wu had a strong sense of territory, so he stretched out his chopsticks to block it: "Get your side first."

"I don't have any more here." Qingjian Liuli took a spoon to scoop it up a few times, indicating that there was only a little minced meat left on her side, which was boring to eat.

Qi Yuanwu took a spoon to check, and said strangely: "How could there be no more, I prepared the meat according to your appetite, and you should be full as long as you cook something else later."

"It's really gone. When it should be cooked, it will roll over to your side." Seeing that Liuli was not polite to Qiyuanwu, he couldn't be polite when he got together for dinner every day. He took back the soup spoon and started scooping his side. of.

Qi Yuanwu was speechless, touched his chin and frowned, and began to look up and down Qing Jian Liuli through the heat, and suddenly found that this Tibetan fox was eating more and more, and his appetite was about to overwhelm him. This is not a good sign , the cost of breeding is too high, but he has always been very particular about eating, and the leg of lamb is given by others, so he is embarrassed to accuse her that half of the customers are developing towards pigs, so he can only get back the spoon and give himself more Scoop a few pieces.

After the mutton pieces are all scooped up, the mutton slices on the ice plate are also taken out of the pot, rolled in the hot soup, Qing is very happy to eat like glazed glass, sometimes stuffing a big mouthful into it, eyes squinting, just I almost wagged my tail.

In the end, there wasn't enough meat, and it wasn't easy to make slices. Qi Yuanwu frowned again and found a piece of pot helmet left over from the refrigerator when he ate supper stewed pancakes.

It's going to die, this Tibetan fox is really not picky, and the pot helmet slices can be eaten deliciously when dipped in sesame sauce.

(End of this chapter)