booktalesy Chapter 22 Testing
Chapter 22 Testing
"They're here?" The chef looked up and glanced at Wu Song.
"Um!"
"What would you like to eat, bro?"
Someone else is treating me, I'll order later.
"Oh, then please have a seat!" The chubby chef nodded, got up and walked towards the kitchen, casually taking the cigarette out of his mouth and rubbing it with his thumb.
Halfway through, as if remembering something, he threw the cigarette into the trash can.
He thought no one would notice his little action.
But after noticing the black mist behind him, Wu Song secretly observed him. Seeing the chef's little action, he immediately became certain.
This chef did more than just kill someone!
Moreover, his act of murder was most likely not one that no one else knew about except him.
It is highly likely that the deceased has been identified and a case has been filed.
He may even have left a fingerprint at the scene.
Otherwise, who would rub the cigarette butt off with their thumb when putting it out?
That doesn't make sense!
In particular, he is also a chef.
Doesn't that seem a bit too unhygienic?
It's highly likely that he wanted to erase the fingerprint on his right thumb.
That makes things much simpler.
Contact the local police station where the chef is located, check his information, compare his fingerprints, and they'll know everything.
"Hey boss, are you from Northeast China?"
"Yes!" The chef's accent was heavily influenced by Northeast China.
"Which part of Northeast China are you from?"
"Hasson!" The proprietress, who had been helping her child with homework, looked up and responded. Seeing the rest of the Third Squadron beside Wu Song, she asked, "There are so many of you, bosses? Shall we go into a private room?"
"Boss lady, two cases of beer, please."
"Okay."
Upon entering the private room, Wu Song sat down near the door.
On the left is Liu Shutong, and on the right is Ma Xiaowu.
The three least experienced members of the team sat together.
"Xiao Song, you can order!" Xu Bin tossed the menu over after receiving it.
"Yes, yes, yes! Apprentice, you order first!"
"The heroes go first!"
No one in the team objected to letting Wu Song order the food; they even nodded subconsciously.
Leaving aside Wu Song's actions on the bus that helped solve last year's villa area murder case, let's just talk about Wu Song's performance after joining the team.
In the case of Wang Heng, Wu Song immediately saw that Wang Heng had problems, which saved a lot of investigation time.
The Scarecrow Murder Case was solved so quickly thanks to Wu Song's swift identification of Wang Zhiqiang.
Although Wu Song was just a newcomer, his actions had already earned him everyone's respect.
"Haha, then I won't be polite!"
Wu Song casually ordered a plate of beef and pushed it back to Xu Bin, saying, "I just love beef. You can order the rest, Brother Bin."
"You're still holding back." Xu Bin didn't refuse anymore and started ordering directly.
Because there weren't many customers in the restaurant, the food arrived quickly.
After downing two bottles of beer, Wu Song suddenly felt something was wrong.
Something's not right.
He poured himself another glass of wine and gulped it down in one go. Wu Song felt his head was much clearer.
I suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The chef doesn't look like Hasson.
Around 1.65 meters tall, a bit short.
And his skin is also a bit dark.
Most importantly, it was his appearance; the chef clearly had a southern look.
"But this guy's Northeastern accent is actually pretty good."
"Give it a try!"
Wu Song narrowed his eyes slightly, gestured for the rest of the team to be quiet, then slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Chef, you come here! Where's the chef? Come here!"
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the proprietress asked as she walked in. "Boss, what's the matter?"
"Call the chef over here."
"What's wrong?" The chubby chef also walked into the private room, his eyes full of defensiveness as he shielded the proprietress behind him. "Brother, what's the matter?"
"This dish you made is really delicious! You deserve a reward!"
As he spoke, Wu Song held a blue 100-yuan bill between his fingers and handed it to the fat chef.
Upon seeing this, the fat chef and the proprietress immediately relaxed.
"Boss, look at you, you should come more often, there's no need for this," the proprietress said.
"You think you can just take it because I told you to? Are you disrespecting me?"
"Thanks, boss!" the chubby chef said with a smile as he accepted the money. "Come again next time, boss!"
"Um!"
As Wu Song watched the two turn to leave, he suddenly stuck out his foot and tripped the cook.
The chef lunged forward.
He blurted out, "The Three Treasures of Heaven."
"Um?"
Wenzhou native?
Wu Song was very familiar with this phrase.
In my memory, during my university years, one of my roommates had this as his catchphrase.
When he speaks in dialect, none of his roommates can understand him at all.
However, after recalling what his classmate had said, Wu Song was surprised to find that many of the words were pronounced in the official language of the Song Dynasty!
"What a coincidence! The official language of that time, after being passed down for thousands of years, can still be found in such similar expressions."
Thinking to himself how clever he was, Wu Song reached out and grabbed the chef's clothes in a flash, pulling him up. "Sorry! I forgot I hadn't pulled my foot back."
"It's alright, it's alright!" The chef smiled at Wu Song and left the private room with the proprietress.
"What's wrong?" Everyone else looked at Wu Song.
Wu Song's behavior today is really too strange.
"Nothing much, I just think this food tastes so good, let's eat." The door to the private room was closed, and Wu Song was worried that the other party would eavesdrop, so he said "nothing much" while making a shushing gesture and giving the others a look.
Everyone understood without asking any further questions and began discussing the restaurant's dishes.
About a minute later, Wu Song stood up, went to Cao Dahua's side, and whispered, "Master, should I have the handcuffs?"
"Here you go!" Cao Dahua pulled out the handcuffs.
"Where's your police ID?"
"They're always with them!"
"Give me the handcuffs, Master. Don't say anything later, just take out the certificate when the opportunity arises."
"What's wrong?"
Cao Dahua and Xu Bin's expressions both changed.
Remembering Wu Song's words about sensing murderous intent, he asked, "The chef?"
"I'm not sure either, I'll go give him a try!"
Combining the official language of the Song Dynasty with his roommate's accent, and after rehearsing his words, Wu Song put the handcuffs in his pocket and walked out with Cao Dahua.
He waved the banknotes in his hand at the chef, "You must be the boss, check please!"
"That's 182 yuan in total. We'll waive the change and deduct the 100 yuan from the previous payment. You can keep 70 yuan. I'll give you your change." The chef quickly came out and took the money.
"And this, put it on yourself, so I don't have to bother." Wu Song handed over the handcuffs.
"Huh?" The chef's face changed drastically. "I didn't break the law!"
"You haven't broken the law?" Wu Song immediately switched to his roommate's Wenzhou dialect, "If you haven't broken the law, what are we doing here all this way? Do you think we came here just to eat? Don't you know what you've done wrong?"