After taking the photo, Fang Yuan began to look around.

The first one seems to be a pig-killer who is about thirty years old, naked and wearing a white apron, with a shiny tendon. He raised a kitchen knife in his hand. The blade was wide and thick, a bit like a machete. Blood was dripping from his sharp blade. There was a strange smile on his face, and the wrinkles on his face shrank together, and a few pieces of pork were stomping on his hand.

Looking at the pig slayer, Fang Yuan frowned slightly.

Why do I feel that the pig slayer's eyes are staring at him in the photo? It seems that the kitchen knife he raised will be swung out of the photo in the next second?

"Is this kitchen knife very similar to the one we are looking for? Or is it this kitchen knife?" Looking at the photo, he placed it on the table and looked at the next photo.

The second one is still the pig slayer, but this time, he changed into a clean chef's robe and a chef's hat on his head. He didn't look so greasy, but he looked much sicker and his face was a little pale.

"No problem." Fang Yuan threw this picture aside and did not care about it anymore.

However, in the third chapter, his pupils shrank slightly. The first thing he saw was a pale face. He was half open, and his nose seemed to have been cut off by something, and blood was rippling.

His eyes were extremely dark, as if he had no pupils. At this time, he was tilting his head, as if he was looking at the camera.

He was lying on a mahogany board. Although his nose was gone, there was still a strange curve hanging on the corner of his mouth, staring tightly at the direction of the camera.

Putting this photo next to the first photo, Fang Yuan looked at the last photo.

This photo is different from the other one. The whole picture shows a retro feeling, the image is black and white, and the borders are also covered with some lace, which looks very old.

In the picture, there is a quiet forest. The sky through the branches is gray, and the woods are pitch black. Several bats hang upside down among the trees. Through the light of the camera, they can still see their eyes emitting green light.

Under a tall pine tree, there was a small mound of soil, with a wooden sign inserted in front of the mound. It was too far away and I didn't see what was written on it.

However, on the grave, a stone was pressing several pieces of paper money, and under the paper money was a kitchen knife!

"How are you watching?"

Tang Qing walked out of the rear of the cabin wearing a white casual outfit.

"I didn't see anything." Hearing that, Fang Yuan shook his head, his eyes still staring at the three photos on the table.

"How did you get these photos?" Fang Yuan looked at Tang Qing with some confusion.

There are no clues about the kitchen knife, and he can actually find some pictures, which is interesting.

"I got it by chance. Don't care about these details..." Tang Qing laughed and overcame this question.

Fang Yuan looked at Tang Qing with a deep smile, raised a smile on his lips, and said nothing.

He doesn't want to say it, so he won't say it.

…

Dalin City, in the suburbs, a restaurant.

"Si..."

The bright red meat strips were wrapped in golden oil, and a unique and pure fragrance made the diners sitting beside them start to roar.

This Japanese-style small canteen has no tables and chairs, only a small paper-shaped table. Under the diner's table, you can directly see the entire process of the chef standing inside to make dishes.

"It smells so good!"

Tang Qing stared at the bright red and plump pieces of meat on the iron plate in front of him, and couldn't help swallowing the spit in his mouth.

As the two blades with a little curve cross and rubbed, a "wagh..." sound made.

The diners at the table suddenly focused their eyes in front of them, the young man who looked twenty-five or six years old.

The white and neat kitchen skirt and short hair looked smart and capable. At this time, a cold light flashed in the youth's light, and he reached out to grab the wooden barrel beside him.

"Wow!"

A blue-shaped autumn fish on its back was grabbed from the bucket by the young man. With a blade, the scales were cut open, the intestines were opened, and the belly was broken, and the bones were cut.

With three swords and two strokes, I saw the fish bones, fish dirt, fish meat, and even the scraped fish scales on the table, which were completely arranged in three rows of upper and lower rows.

The focused expression, meticulous and familiar technique, but in the hands of this young man, it shows a side that turns decay into magic, completely transforming into an alternative art.

Accurate and perfect, from every scale to the size of the fish, the internal organs of the fish are perfect, making the dissection a precise and rapid operation.

The whole process made the diners sitting at the table unable to take their eyes away, and they shouted in their hearts that this time it was really worth it. This restaurant is a private kitchen. If you want to come here for dinner, you will have to make an appointment until the beginning of next spring.

What's strange is that the business hours of this store only start at 12 o'clock in the evening, and the price is not expensive, there is no menu, it depends entirely on the ingredients purchased by the chef. However, even so, the business of this store is very popular.

The fried meat pieces on the iron plate on the side were quickly rolled into the freshly cut sashimi, applied a little white vinegar, put it in a delicate utensil, and put it on a piece of mint leaf to decorate it.

"Fish sea of ​​fish are fried."

The bright red meat pieces, golden on both sides, are wrapped in flawless saury fillets like white jade. The combination of red and white exudes an alternative and unique temptation.

"Um!"

Tang Qing took a bite and then his eyes lit up. He controlled the joy on his face as much as possible. The white and smooth sashimi had no smell of fishy smell as imagined. Instead, it melted in his mouth. With a slight bite, the red meat that was cut into pieces developed a different force, fragrant and glutinous, making people want to swallow his tongue.

"Hey, eat quickly. I made an appointment in advance for two months before I could barely make an appointment. The things here are guaranteed to make you lose your tongue." After eating the delicious food at the door a few bites, Tang Qing licked his fingers exaggeratedly and said to Fang Yuan and Dan Niang beside him.

Hearing that Dan Niang gently bit the meat in front of her, her face suffocated because the taste was really unforgettable. The multi-layered taste burst out on the taste buds of her tongue almost at the same time. The feeling was unimaginable.

Fang Yuan didn't say anything, his eyes narrowed slightly, and looked at the busy young man ahead. A kitchen knife was flying quickly in his hand.

The kitchen knife, in his hand, was rotating rapidly and appeared vividly.

"What's the name of the owner of this store?" Fang Yuan asked softly.

"Zhao Ke!"

This is not Tang Qing's voice, but the voice of the busy young man in front of him.
Chapter completed!