Chapter 21: Not to Be Missed Food
Uesugi Kiyoshi's announcement caused quite a stir in the shop, but his target remained unfazed.
Boss Watanabe seemed to have not heard Uesugi Kiyoshi at all. His cloudy eyes rolled, muttered some meaningless words, then turned around and wobbled towards the kitchen.
"Dad!"
A voice from behind grabbed his steps. He turned around and saw a young man emerging from the crowd, taking off his protective gear to reveal a face full of acne.
"It's me, Goro! Watanabe Goro!"
Boss Watanabe's stiff face seemed to show some emotions, a mix of shock and fear.
"Really Goro?! But, but you weren't…"
"Killed by you, my head thrown into the old school building of Baguang Academy, my body turned into barbecue and sold to the customers, right?"
Uesugi Kiyoshi's words echoed in the tiny restaurant, causing a big commotion. The diners suddenly found the meat in their mouths not tasty anymore, and they started vomiting at their tables.
Some people still held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping to seek comfort from Boss Watanabe.
"Wait, if his son is here, then why would the roasted meat we are eating be from his body? Boss, don't you think so?"
Boss Watanabe looked steadily at his son by the door, then shook his head slowly and said. "No."
Before the guests could react, he rolled up his pants leg, revealing only half of his calf.
The wound looked as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, with a neat edge oozing a thick, yellow-brown fluid, not blood.
"Goro's meat was all sold out this morning, what you are eating now is mine."
No one could bear to continue, the guests who had eaten the meat felt like throwing up their intestines.
It's no wonder the meat here is so delicious and the prices are so low.
It turned out to be human flesh!
"Goro loves to drink oil, pouring bottles of it into his stomach like water, so you can taste such delicious grilled meat."
Boss Watanabe seemed proud and didn't forget to defend himself.
"But the reason I killed Goro was because he wanted to kill his own sister, I was acting in self-defense."
"Does self-defense include dismemberment?" The police scoffed at Watanabe's explanation as they pulled out handcuffs.
Since the suspect had confessed, they had no reason to stand by and began their work: handcuffing the suspect and returning to the police station.
Passing by Uesugi Kiyoshi, Boss Watanabe couldn't help but stop and ask, "Goro, why did you…"
"I am not Watanabe Goro!" Sculpture 233 shook Watanabe Goro's head and earnestly refuted, "I was just deceiving you earlier, you clearly know yourself, Goro was smashed to death by you, not a piece of meat left."
"But your appearance…"
"Coincidentally, they just happen to look similar," added Uesugi Kiyoshi.
This kind of answer not only made Boss Watanabe not believe it, but it also made the police look at them with doubt.
There are countless people who look alike in this world, but how could there be two identical faces like this?
However, it's impossible for the deceased to come back to life. Out of respect for Uesugi Kiyoshi, they couldn't ask for help from the other party.
"Let's go, we'll talk about any problems at the police station!"
As soon as the police and Mr. Watanabe left, the guests quickly put on the protective suits provided by Mr. Uesugi Kiyoshi and hurriedly fled the place.
After making sure there were no outsiders in the barbecue shop, No. 233 couldn't wait to take off the head and started complaining.
"Forget about before, encountering the Head Balloon and wearing this is torture… By the way, you humans are really twisted, eating meat from your own kind!"
"What are they saying? People eating don't even know what kind of meat they're eating! And are Watanabes even a human? Humans have blood flowing inside them, they have oil!" Uesugi Kiyoshi fought to defend human dignity.
"Sorry, President!" Hiroshi Noda pinched his nose and asked, "Can we leave now?"
Nakasone Kazuko, standing beside him, also looked hopeful, although she had insisted on coming along before.
The guests had left, but the meat on the grill remained, with the smell getting stronger. If they stayed longer, they might never want to eat meat again in their lives!
"Kazuko, I'll have someone take you back first, as for the doctor, come with me to the kitchen!"
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Compared to the front restaurant, the air in the kitchen was greasier, with oil dripping from the ceiling like rain. The walls, utensils, and floor were all covered in thick grease.
In this sea of oil, Uesugi Kiyoshi found his target, Watanabe Goro's sister, Watanabe Yui.
She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with shoulder-length hair, her long shirt and pants stained with oil. She trembled, holding her knees like a stray cat.
"My father, he fed me oil while I was asleep!" Watanabe Yui's voice trembled, with a hint of crying, "He wanted to kill me like he killed my brother! Then sell me!"
"Little sister, don't worry, your father has been taken away by the police, he won't hurt you anymore!"
Nakasone Kazuko, who refused to leave alone, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away her tears.
With tears in his eyes, Watanabe Yui looked up at Uesugi Kiyoshi.
"Don't worry, we will take care of you." Uesugi Kiyoshi also nodded at Watanabe Yui, making a promise.
Following the principle of reaping what you sow, he always wanted to find some gains for himself.
Simply pouring oil into his mouth with big gulps could turn the meat into excellent quality, replacing blood with oil. This is definitely a strange event that current scientific theories cannot explain.
Watanabe Yui could visually identify the concentration of oil in the air, and this oil level, or maybe she herself, should be the key to this strange event.
If they could figure out the connection, they might be able to master the production process of high-end ingredients.
You see, as one of the high-end ingredients, Wagyu beef can cost tens of thousands of yen per kilogram, with an annual turnover of over a trillion yen! If they could produce meat with a taste similar to chicken and duck, creating "Wachu" and "Waduck," the profits would be immense.
Uesugi Kiyoshi took Hiroshi Noda aside, shared his thoughts with him, and affectionately patted his shoulder.
"This task is also entrusted to you! No problem, right, Professor Noda?"
"No problem!" Hiroshi Noda's face turned green, but he still showed his excellent work ethic and agreed, "Just that, President, regarding the upcoming battle against the Yumura Society, I might…"
"Don't worry." Uesugi Kiyoshi gave a confident smile.
