Chapter Fifteen: The Beautiful Temptation

  The woman's words were like a burning bomb, and the strong airflow it stirred up pushed Chuanqi into the clouds and mist.

  Chuan Qi felt that he had heard the woman's words very clearly, and even when she tried to hold back a hiccup, he could hear the faint sound of it being suppressed.

  "Why did she say such an inexplicable thing?" Kawahori thought she was hinting at something, but he really didn't understand what it was.

  I really can't figure it out, so I won't think about it anymore. Anyway, no matter how you think about it, it's all wrong, just like a woman farting.

  He went through a grueling interrogation without any physical torture, but he found the woman's verbal barrage more unbearable than the police chief's beating.

  The woman seemed to have ended the interrogation contentedly. In fact, she had lost her child and husband, and gained nothing good from it. From this, Kawahara predicted that an even more unbearable interrogation was about to come.

  The pain on his body showed no signs of easing, hunger pounced on him like a wolf, and Chuanji's heart was inexplicably filled with waves of fear.

  "Report, I want to eat." Chuan Qi could no longer hold on and had to use his teeth and tongue together, trying every means to get the handkerchief out of his mouth before shouting with all his might.

  No one responded, but there was a sudden movement above. A bird flew out with a loud fluttering sound, and a dropping fell from it, landing right in Zhang's open mouth. He felt a wave of nausea and his empty stomach contracted and relaxed repeatedly. The contraction and relaxation of the stomach inevitably struck the lungs, and the two lungs, which were severely insufficient due to hunger, immediately slowed down their breathing rate like a fan that was about to stop spinning after a power outage.

  Chuan Qi strongly felt his breathing becoming difficult, his mind gradually losing consciousness, and he fainted immediately.

  Arriving at the Yin Cao Di Fu of Chinese folklore, Chuan Qi felt an unparalleled sense of eeriness and terror. The streets were crowded with people, each one passing by with only a sharp head, their body as thin as a utility pole, making it impossible to contain internal organs. These people had no eyes, nose, mouth or ears, when they spoke, the sharp head would slowly swell up, "Boom" and then release air, finishing what they were saying. Once they finished speaking, the sharp head would return to its original state.

  There are many hotels on the street, and the three most magnificent ones in the downtown area have flags of Germany, Italy, and Japan. This means that Germany, Italy, and Japan not only dominate the human world but also rule the underworld.

  He walked into the lobby of the Great Japan Empire Hotel, where a sign was placed with the restaurant's signature dishes written densely on it. He took a closer look, and the menu read:

  1. Steamed Chinese head;

  2. Braised Korean hands;

  3. Stir-fried Malaysian liver;

  4. Cold mixed Filipino ears...

  A waiter came over and offered Kaito a seat, leading him into a private room called Mount Fuji, then softly asked, "Sir, what can I get for you?"

  "Introduce your dishes." Chuan Qi said without lifting his head.

  The waiter said: "Our signature dish is a clear stew of Chinese people's heads, and the ingredients come from China."

  "Cut the chatter, Lieutenant. What's so special about this dish that it's the number one item on the menu?" Kawahara interrupted the waiter impatiently.

  "Good, sir." The waiter introduced fluently: "This dish is the number one signature because it has 'three first-class'. Firstly, its ingredients are extremely special. Sir should know China's four great inventions, right? The brain that can invent papermaking, printing, gunpowder and compass is clever to the extreme. Therefore, this dish is a top-notch nourishment for the brain. Secondly, the method of taking materials is very particular. Any Japanese person understands that Chinese people are cunning, so before taking materials, they must be coaxed like monkeys, saying 'I'm not invading you, China, but helping you save you', and when the Chinese people are skeptical about this issue, they take advantage of their unpreparedness and attack them suddenly, just like shooting a live monkey. Thus, the ingredients for this dish are obtained. Therefore, it is top-notch in freshness. Thirdly, it is first-class in craftsmanship. This needs to be explained further. Ah, sir, are you thirsty?"

  The waiter poured tea for the guest and said, "Sir, do you know the name of this tea? This is not ordinary tea. It was obtained from the blood of Chinese people killed by our great Japanese Imperial Army, mixed with Snow Lotus from China's Tian Shan Mountains to make a special blend, which we call 'Blood Tea'. Not only can it refresh your mind and body, but also strengthen your liver and gallbladder, allowing you to become ruthless and merciless, so as to kill more Chinese people."

  "Have another cup." The waiter refilled Kawakita's "blood tea", and continued, "Our store's signature dish 'Clear Steamed Chinese Head' is divided into three grades, distinguished by the level of the executioner. The Chinese heads cut off by famous Japanese executioners like Tōjō Hideki and Itagaki Seishirō are considered top-grade dishes in our store. Of course, it's not that the higher the executioner's rank, the better the raw material he cuts off. Mainly, any raw material is best when fresh. Those hesitant executioners who can't bring themselves to kill Chinese people, even if they do manage to cut off a head, will have reduced its freshness due to their slow and clumsy knife work. Unlike Tōjō Hideki and Itagaki Seishirō, those first-rate executioners who kill without blinking, with one swift stroke of the knife, cutting off the throat and draining the blood - now that's freshness."

  Who would have thought that this signature dish had such profound knowledge? Chuan Qi was convinced by this waitress! He looked up and saw that she was just like any other person in the world, with all five senses intact, and was even a beautiful woman.

  "Are you hungry?" The beautiful woman's face turned red under the fiery gaze of Kawahara, and she nodded her head softly, saying: "Why don't we have some cherry blossom porridge first, a famous snack in Shizutani."

  As soon as he mentioned this snack, the woman in his mind became clear. He opened his mouth to swallow the cherry blossom porridge fed by the beautiful woman, his eyes constantly wandering on her face, and then excitedly wanted to hug her, but his hands couldn't move. He struggled to stretch out his hand, woke up.

  "You've finally woken up." After waking up, not only was someone feeding him, but it was also a woman, with a voice as gentle as the beautiful woman in his dreams.

  The river knight used his mouth to block the spoonful of soup that was being sent over and asked: "Who are you?"

  "Teacher." The woman only shouted out these two words before she was overcome with sobs and couldn't continue.

  "Teacher?" This title, which had long been unfamiliar to Kawahara, was like an old friend who suddenly came to chat with him, making him startled and unsure of what to say.

  "Teacher, you have suffered." The woman said with a sobbing voice.

  Kawaki stared blankly, thinking that this mysterious team was really thorough, and even the teacher-student relationship was used. How did they find out who Kawaki's student was, and how did they get this student? No matter what angle you think from, it is impossible to get this student in such a short time!

  However, the woman who called herself a teacher was right in front of him. So, Kawahara thought that from the moment Fujiyama Corporation started promoting this competition, they had been plotting to bring themselves to Datong and catch turtles in a urn. What he couldn't understand was whether a small translator was worth their trouble to plot and make such a big fuss about it.

  "Teacher, don't you remember?" The woman saw Kawahara's dullness and trembled with both hands to touch his face, tears streaming down her face: "You really can't remember? I'm Journey to the West!"

  "Journey to the West?" Chuan Qi murmured to himself, but Zhang Er monk was at a loss.

  "My Sakura in Yamauchi is 'Journey to the West', and you, teacher, are 'The Sorrows of Young Werther'."

  The floodgates of memories finally opened, and his lips trembled: "Sakura... flower?!"

  The woman suddenly hugged Kaito and cried out: "Ichiro! My Kaito Ichiro..."