Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 63 Featured Dishes
Rose Restaurant is located in the first parish of the south of the city, in the heart of the commercial district. Restaurants that can stand in such prime locations are among the top in Nanwei City's catering industry, basically equivalent to pleasure houses in the brothel world. Because just having money doesn't guarantee you a meal at Rose Restaurant; you also need a corresponding social status, and even a certain level of culinary expertise, although everyone knows that the last point is pure nonsense...

But to describe eating as appreciating fine food clearly distinguishes oneself from ordinary commoners. This is a pretentious habit of elegant politicians and nobles, much like a gentleman's cane—it's utterly useless.

The cost of one meal at Rose Restaurant is roughly equivalent to the entire expenses of a working-class family for three to six months. It offers absolutely private rooms that allow for complete privacy, allowing guests to unleash their imagination and have all their dining needs met.

Whether that thing is legal or illegal.

As long as you can afford it, Rose Restaurant will cook it and serve it to you.

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According to clear historical records, the history of the Rose Restaurant can be traced back to the medieval knightly era. There was a knight who loved to study food and was named "Rose Knight". The Nanwei City Museum still has an oil painting of this knight.

The facade of the Rose Restaurant building also replicates that oil painting, enlarging the face of the Rose Knight many times over and printing it on the front of the building. This decorative style completely deviates from most architectural decoration concepts, appearing somewhat comical while also being a little creepy.

Because when you stand downstairs at the Rose Restaurant building, you feel like a giant building tens of meters high is looking down on you, which is hard not to evoke feelings of fear of giants.

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...

"It's been a long time, my dear Earl."

This was the second day after Edward arrived in Nanwei City.

When he entered the long-awaited private room, his lawyer was already waiting for him.

The lawyer tried to help Edward up, but Edward raised his hand and refused.

“I just look a bit older, but I can still walk on my own.” Edward walked to a seat with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down.

Through the glass behind him, he could see the most bustling streets of Nanwei City.

But Edward didn't waste his time on these meaningless landscapes. He used his bloated fingers to carefully press the tobacco into his pipe, and asked the old lawyer before him:
"The materials should be ready by now, right?"

“When you wrote to me last month, I had already started preparing. This is the final revised version. Please take a look.”

The lawyer took out a document and placed it on Edward's desk.

Edward fumbled around on himself for a while before realizing, "Damn it, I forgot I must have forgotten to bring my glasses."

"No problem, no problem, I'll read it to you." The lawyer said very respectfully.

But Edward waved his hand: "No, I have to see."

He held the document, trying to keep the paper as far away from his eyes as possible, but not too far away. Within his field of vision, he squinted and strained to see the words on the paper.

Seeing this, the lawyer quickly went to the window and pulled the curtains open a little.

……

The whole process lasted nearly thirty minutes. After watching it, Edward felt his eyes were dry and unbearable. He put down the paper, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and said:

"You've heard about Dylan's situation, haven't you?"

"I handled the work with the major newspapers." The lawyer nodded, not daring to say more.

"Once this will takes effect, Dylan's death will be explained as a fall from a cliff while hunting. You will still be in charge of handling it." Edward calmly arranged the declaration of his son's death, his tone devoid of any trace of pity.

"Understood." The lawyer understood Edward's meaning and quickly took out a pen from his breast pocket and handed it to Edward.

Edward owed his name to the will that determined the succession to the title.

The lawyer then took out ink and had Edward press his fingerprint above the signature on the will.

At this point, as long as the will is brought to court for fair execution, Harrison's right to inherit the title will be completely secured...

The lawyer carefully put the will away, placed it in a hard-shell document bag, then put it in the suitcase he was carrying. After making sure the suitcase was securely locked, he gently placed the suitcase at his feet.

He clasped his hands together, as if he had accomplished something significant, and asked Edward, "So...would you like to have a meal?"

"As for the food, I haven't eaten here for a year, and I really miss it."

Edward nodded.

The lawyer immediately raised his hand and lightly tapped the bell on the table.

As the crisp "ding-a-ling" sound rang out, within two minutes, a slender female waitress pushed a food cart into the private room.

She served the dishes one by one, poured red wine for the two of them, and politely said, "Please enjoy your meal."

He then respectfully left the private room.

……

"The service quality is not as good as it used to be; they won't even lift the lid off our plates."

Edward stared at the alluring silhouette of the figure leaving the private room and let out a cold snort.

The lawyer quickly stood up and said he was happy to do it.

As the hemispherical plates were removed one by one, a variety of exquisite dishes were revealed, and the enticing aromas instantly filled the entire private room.

"Fortunately, his cooking skills haven't declined." Edward nodded in satisfaction.

But at that moment, he and his lawyer both heard some subtle noises and a slight tremor in the table.

"what happened?"

The strange sound was like paper being slowly torn apart, and the source of the sound was right under the lid of the largest plate in the center of the table, which had not yet been opened.

"This……"

The lawyer didn't know why this was happening either.

He reached out and untied the lid of the plate.

A pungent plume of smoke instantly spread out, as if something had been burning under the plate lid for a while.

After the smoke cleared, the two discovered that under the plate was not some gourmet food, but a strangely shaped object.

This thing consisted of five dark brown glass bottles, tied together with thin hemp rope. The bottles seemed to contain some kind of viscous liquid, and a thin thread was attached to the mouth of one of the bottles, the end of which was hissing and sparking...

The two people at the table exchanged a glance.

Their gazes shifted from confusion to terror.

"Damn..."

The curses hadn't even been uttered yet.

BANG!!!!

The terrifying impact and flames engulfed everything inside the private room.

Accompanied by the melodious classical piano music in the Rose Restaurant, everything—from the various delicacies and tableware on the table, to Edward and his lawyer sitting on either side, to the surrounding walls, and the glass window behind Edward—rhythmically cracks and shatters.

From the outside of the street, it looked as if a pimple had suddenly burst on one of the Rose Knight's faces, spewing out a torrent of filth that spilled onto the middle of the street.

……

...

In less than ten minutes, the law enforcement office, together with the city guards, sealed off the street, cleared out the vendors on both sides, refused the throngs of newspaper reporters, and began investigating the bombing.

As the only two law enforcement officers left in the criminal investigation team of the South City Law Enforcement Bureau who had not yet gone out on field duty, Old Theon and Milo led the team to handle the case. In addition to the two of them, law enforcement officers from other departments were also involved in the investigation, including the few new recruits who had previously been to Arden Village.

……

The crime scene was quite chaotic.

Fortunately, when the debris from glass, wooden furniture, bones, and other objects was scattered onto the street by the shockwave, there were no dense crowds passing by, and only a few unfortunate passersby suffered minor abrasions.

"That means the two deceased are the one on the ground and the one hanging on the wall in the private room."

Old Theon, holding a brown paper bag of cookies, stood in the middle of the street, pointing at the mangled, bloody corpse of the fat old man on the ground.

The body was completely unrecognizable; the skin and clothing on its surface were torn to shreds, and its body and face were covered with shards of glass, wood chips, and utensils such as knives and forks. Its death was truly a case of "liver and brains scattered everywhere," with various unidentifiable fragments of internal organs strewn all over the street.

Milo genuinely didn't understand why old Theon could remain so calm and composed while eating his biscuits in the face of such a scene.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't have breakfast today. I'm not young anymore, you can't expect me to work on an empty stomach, can you?"

Old Theon said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, while reaching into his leather bag to grab a biscuit and stuffing it into his mouth.

"I just envy your good appetite." Milo squatted on the ground, looking at the "lump" of corpse in front of him, and regretted eating those two extra bites for breakfast.

“That’s your problem then.” Old Theon patted Milo on the shoulder. “Not to criticize you, but the guy lying on the ground might have even more unusual tastes than you.”

"What do you mean by that?" Milo looked up and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Haven't you heard? The Rose Restaurant can serve any kind of food and satisfy any customer's dining needs. Note the word I used, 'any kind'," Old Theon said mysteriously.

A series of bizarre eating habits flashed through Milo's mind, and even a character named Hannibal popped into his head...

“Thank you so much. Now I’ve lost my appetite for lunch,” Milo said sincerely.

……

Just then, the evidence collectors at the scene came over and reported the identities of the two deceased.

"Jimmy McGill", "Edward Sherman".

Everything was normal when the first name was said, but when the second name was said, Milo and Theon realized the seriousness of the situation.

Old Theon shoved the bag of cookies into his subordinate's arms, put on gloves, and personally began analyzing and collecting evidence from Edward's body.

Meanwhile, Milo dashed into the Rose Building and headed straight for the private room where the incident occurred.

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(End of this chapter)