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Japanese restaurants don't have the habit of serving breakfast, so they open earlier at noon. Ristorante F opens at 10:00. At this time, sometimes people come to have brunch.
"Who will chase them away? You go?" Mizuhara Fuyumi said unhappily.
"Then I dare not!" Xia Hua quickly shook her head.
A poor beggar was scary to look at. He might be very fierce and curse at people. How could she dare to chase him away?
About five minutes later, Mizuhara brought out a bowl of meat sauce and cheese rice from the kitchen.
"This is a customer who ordered the wrong thing. It's a waste if it's poured out. Go and give it to him."
Of course, he was referring to the beggar. It was just a meal, so Xia Hua was brave enough to do it, thinking that the beggar would not be mean to her.
But the customer ordered the wrong order? We just opened, so there must be no customers yet?
This was just a small episode. The beggar took the food and started eating without saying a word.
The restaurant had just opened at this time and there were no customers yet. Mizuhara was busy preparing meals in the kitchen. She glanced at the wall clock. It was ten o'clock. Generally speaking, customers would come and the restaurant would be busy from half past ten.
At this moment, Xiahua suddenly poked Mizuhara with her elbow and a smirk appeared on her face.
Xia Hua usually doesn't dare to provoke her store manager like this, except for certain things when she is sure that the store manager will not cause trouble for her.
"Manager, Chef Shinomiya is here to see you."
Four palaces?
Sure enough, Mizuhara didn't care about Xiahua's "insubordination". After she set the temperature of the oven, she quickly walked out of the kitchen. It was indeed Shinomiya standing in front of the cash register.
"Sorry to interrupt your work." Si Gong was holding a bag of fruit. "These are freshly picked fruits from the manor. They are of high quality, so I brought some to you."
Freshly picked seasonal fruits in spring, still covered with morning dew. In Tokyo, fruits are always practical and valuable gifts.
Mizuhara knew that Shinomiya not only ran his own restaurant, but also worked as a private chef in a manor in Tokyo.
She didn't comment on this, she herself didn't want to be a private chef, running her own shop would give her more freedom. But she wouldn't question Shigong's choice.
"Thank you." Mizuhara's tone was still dry as he expressed his thanks.
Although he had a stern face, from Xia Hua's perspective, she could see her store manager blushing.
"Would you like to stay for lunch?"
"No, I have something else to do in the store."
He just came here specially to deliver some fruit.
Although it was a small gesture, Mizuhara was still very happy. She knew that Ristorante F and the French restaurant in Shinomiya were not on the same route.
"By the way, what's up with that beggar outside?"
"Huh? It was here when I opened the door this morning."
Mizuhara thought that Shinomiya was concerned about the beggar being too dirty, but she knew that Shinomiya actually had a slight obsession with mysophobia.
He was very sensitive to smells, and had been since school, and any slight smell could not escape his nose. Even if someone put a little bit of hair spray with a different smell on their head, he would forbid others from entering the kitchen.
"So, I'm going to chase him away now?"
"No, that's not what I meant. And you made the meat sauce rice?"
"Yes, the customer ordered the wrong one."
Sigong did not expose it, and he was ready to leave after not staying for long. But when he was about to leave, he was suddenly startled. He had not paid attention to it before, but at this moment, he smelled a strange smell in his nose.
He originally thought it was the stench of a beggar who hadn't taken a bath for a long time, but that wasn't right.
That smell was not a bad smell, it was a fishy smell. After noticing it, he would not make a mistake. It was the smell of blood?
Pretending to take a casual glance, Sigong discovered more abnormalities. The beggar's leg was injured, with a hole, like a gunshot wound.
What kind of beggar would get shot? A member of the Yamaguchi-gumi?
What is more dangerous than those gangs are the enemies from outer space.
This morning, when the TAC team was checking various hospitals, they informed the public about the aliens and asked anyone with gunshot wounds in the legs to contact the TAC team immediately.
Sigong's hand reached into his trouser pocket, where there was a mobile phone, which was given to him by the eldest lady the day before yesterday. The factory's assembly line had not yet been built, and the laboratory had produced several more experimental mobile phones. Ling also equipped everyone in the manor with one.
However, Sigong remembered that the only number saved in his phone was that of the eldest lady.
I hope she can understand what I mean and help me contact the TAC team.
Shinomiya dialed the number quietly.
Of course, it would be even better if the other party didn't realize that he had noticed something unusual. Hoping for luck, Sigong walked forward as if nothing had happened.
But his luck ended there.
"You, I'm talking about you, stop."
The beggar spoke in a hoarse voice and stood up from the steps. The injury on his leg did not seem to affect his mobility.
"It's unlucky, for both me and you. Why do you have to be so sharp?"
Shinomiya also thought so, why is his nose so sensitive?
No, if he hadn't discovered it, it would still be very dangerous to let this alien stay at the door of the store in Suwon. Thinking about it this way, it didn't seem to be a bad thing that I had discovered the alien's identity.
At this moment, Shigong felt his cell phone ringing.
"What's that in your hand? Take it out!"
The alien also noticed that Shigong was holding a cell phone in his pocket.
A girl's voice came from the phone.
[Hello, Chef Shinomiya? ]
"Communicator? Are you from the TAC team?"
Although it was backward communication technology in the eyes of the aliens, based on their past understanding of this planet, such a communicator should only be possessed by the TAC team.
But it doesn’t matter.
It walked over and grabbed the phone, crushed it with a light squeeze. The phone, which had only been out of the factory for a few days, was reduced to a pile of broken parts.
Shinomiya did try to resist, but the other party took out a strange thing and pointed it at him. It looked a bit like a gun and was obviously a weapon.
"This is a high-energy laser. You know what will happen when I pull the trigger, right? You will explode like a firework. So if I were you, I would not act rashly."
"What do you want to do?"
"What? Let me think about it. Now move back and go back to that store."
It needs a quiet place, undisturbed, to treat its wounds. The TAC team's Silver Shark was not destroyed because the defense there was too tight, and there was Ace.
It needs to find a way to sneak into the research center. It doesn't seem appropriate to just attack it by force.
Shinomiya didn't want to go back to Ristorante F.
Mizuwon is still there.
But he had no chance to resist as he was held at gunpoint. He could only retreat back to the restaurant. The alien followed him in, hung up a sign saying "Closed" and closed the door.
"Shinomiya, why are you back?" Mizuhara was about to continue speaking, but she found that Shinomiya was being held against by the beggar with an unknown object, which made her instinctively feel that something was wrong.
"Mizuhara, take your staff to the kitchen. Don't get close to here. It's an alien!"
"To be more precise, I'm from the planet Faia." The alien didn't mind Sigong revealing his identity here, and instead introduced himself.
"Your food is delicious, but it's a pity that we probably won't be able to eat it anymore." The Faiya alien said to Mizuhara, "Now everyone stand by the wall. If anyone makes a rash move, this laser gun will make him regret it."
Faia needs some bandages to treat her wounds, and also needs to borrow a human identity and find an opportunity to get close to the scientific research base.
It can simulate human appearance, which is not difficult.
It stared at Shigong for a moment, and the skin on its face moved, becoming about 60% similar to Shigong.
"No, well, I need to fix the details." Faiya said to herself.
"What do you want to do?"
It's a creepy feeling to see a stranger transform into someone who looks like you.
Faia didn't answer. It needed an Earthling identity to hide its identity. As for here, the gas explosion was a good excuse.
Even if humans discover any abnormalities afterwards, it will have already completed its mission.
After a few more adjustments, Faiya's face was already 80% to 90% similar to Shigong's.
"But, no matter how much you look like him, you don't have the cooking skills of Chef Shinomiya. I won't hire you to cook for my family."
The sudden sound not only startled the Faiya people, but also Shinomiya, Mizuhara and other employees in the store did not notice when the girl came into the store.
Has the closed shop door ever been opened?
"Miss!" Shigong didn't expect Ling to come here. "Why did you come here alone?"
It's only been more than ten minutes since I made the call.
His original intention was to have the young lady contact the TAC team instead of coming here himself.
"Don't worry, I've already contacted the TAC team, Beidou and the others will be here soon."
The Faia alien turned the weapon in his hand towards Lingye. This girl who appeared out of nowhere put unspeakable pressure on him.
It always feels that things are not going well.
He had attacked the research base before and was shot in the thigh by the TAC team. After that, he wanted to find a place to recuperate without attracting attention, but he was unexpectedly recognized.
Now that the TAC team has been notified, it will no longer hesitate to kill all the insiders here and find a new identity to hide.
However, before Faiya could open fire, a bag of powder suddenly exploded above its head.
"Try this. I forgot to give you the chili."
No one expected that the female store manager who seemed so frail and sleepy all day would dare to resist.
What Mizuhara threw out was a bag of chili powder. Italian restaurants usually don't have chili peppers because Italians don't like spicy food, but Mizuhara likes it, so she puts some in the employee meals.
The chili powder that fell all over his face really made the alien lose his composure. After he wiped the powder off his face, he found that Ling had appeared in front of him.
The petite hand pinched the wrist holding the weapon, transmitting unimaginable force.
The wrist bone was almost crushed and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.
Then it felt a hit in the abdomen. It was not the feeling of being hit by a human, but by a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The force made it fall involuntarily towards the kitchen.