COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Recently, a legend has spread in the circle of cooks.

An invitation letter from a ghost to eat a halberd.

According to the revelations of some chefs involved.

It is said that every midnight, dark evil spirits will knock on the door of the person who received the invitation letter to eat the halberd.

Engage in a halberd eating that does not belong to the world with the challenged.

After eating the food made by the evil spirit, the spirit will be taken away by him.

As if in a dream, I woke up and forgot what happened during the specific game.

But it didn't take long for someone to come to them with the promise of eating the halberd and ask them to fulfill the treaty.

In a daze, from a chef and boss to a worker.

It makes many chefs shudder.

I'm afraid that the next person to be invited by the evil spirit will be me.

People call the evil ghost who eats the halberd constantly - the ghost who eats the halberd.

...

Kento Momota, male, 33 years old.

A professional cook who once studied at Totsuki College of Cooking Paradise.

Although in the second year of high school, he had to drop out of school because he lost to the opponent of the same period.

After returning home, he inherited the small restaurant at home. With the culinary skills he learned at Yuanyue College, he defeated the chefs who were related to his parents, and successfully merged their shop into his own name.

Became a big or small boss and chef.

It is also well-known locally.

He received a black letter in the mailbox in front of his house.

[Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, I will pay a visit to discuss cooking with you.

Whether you win or lose, the result will not be shared with others.

Your Excellency, please be prepared to eat the halberd.

——An ordinary and studious cook. ]

Momota Kento looked at the black letter in his hand with horror on his face.

why……

Will the legendary halberd-eating ghost come to him? ! !

He's just an ordinary little boss and little chef!

Not a particularly famous guy.

He quickly contacted the chef he knew.

Get news from them.

"That halberd-eating ghost...it is said that he looks like a young man..."

"But no one remembers what he really looked like."

"Don't...don't eat his cooking."

"There are already several cooks who ate each other's dishes and left home the next day."

"The level of fasting food in temples has improved."

Kento Momota: ...

Isn't this... no useful news at all?

With that in mind, he began to study his own must-kill recipe.

absolute! Will not lose to the inexplicable guy!

...

At the end of the day's business, Kento Momota hung up the closed sign and closed the restaurant's door after watching the employees leave one by one.

Sitting alone in the restaurant, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the door.

From time to time, he looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

When twelve o'clock came, the door was knocked on time.

"Boom—boom boom"

"Go forward." Momota Kento said in a low tone while sitting upright.

The door was pulled open from the outside.

Not the one he imagined.

but three.

The first person to step into the restaurant was a young boy who didn't look very old.

The black hair is slightly curly, the right eye is wrapped with a bandage, revealing a kite-colored left eye, and there is some round baby fat on the fair face.

But he was wearing a black suit with a black coat on his shoulders.

"Good evening, Mr. Momota." He greeted with a friendly gesture.

The two men behind him nodded in a friendly manner.

Among them, the blond-haired, black-skinned man was still carrying large and small bags of ingredients.

Kento Momota looked the three of them up and down.

The little ghost who took the lead looked too young, and he looked like a young master who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers. The legendary ghost eating halberd couldn't be that guy.

The two men following him...

The blond and black-skinned smiling, carrying ingredients looks like a helper, suitable for someone who works as a waiter in a restaurant.

Therefore, the legendary halberd-eating ghost... is undoubtedly...

Momota Kento stared at the man with black hair and phoenix eyes.

"The halberd-eating ghost that has been making a lot of noise recently is you." He said solemnly.

Lu Chuan Wu, the melon-eating crowd: Huh?

"This...you may have misunderstood." He spoke softly and smiled helplessly.

"It's not you, could it be that kid? I will never believe it!" Momota Kento slapped the table and pointed at the boy in black who had already sat down beside him.

Shuji Tsushima looked up innocently.

What does this have to do with my innocent self?

"If you want to talk about your opponent..." Shuji Tsushima silently raised his hand.

"It's him." He signaled Toru Amuro with his eyes.

"We're just spectators..." Shuji Tsushima signaled Midorikawa to sit down with him.

"Ah, your opponent is me." Amuro said, rolling his sleeves up to his arms.

"You?" Momota Kento was suspicious.

With such a restless face, did he turn out to be a well-known culinary guy?

and……

"So the halberd-eating ghost is not a real ghost." He looked at Toru Amuro and said.

"It's just a little boy." He breathed a sigh of relief, with a disdainful tone.

As such, he is not afraid.

"Tou-kun is not a jerk, the jerk should be like me, right?" Shuji Tsushima raised his hand to retort, pointing to his face proudly.

"Mr. Tou can only be a little black face." He said righteously.

Kento Momota: ...

Toru Amuro: ...Thank you so much.

He will be in this situation, thanks to whom! ! !

Not some wayward brat!

When Nagato came back from his house, he said that in order to organize and expand new business, he arranged for him to eat halberds one after another.

Although the selection is at a level of strength that he can win.

but……

Don't think that I don't know you guys are getting revenge.

Amuro rolled his eyes inwardly.

They only pick cooks who are of average ability and have a few small shops or small restaurants under their name, and then pretend to send invitation letters to them.

The timing was chosen so that the other party could fight alone, so that the good-looking characters of these people could be firmly grasped.

No matter whether you win or lose, it will not be made public, how nice it is.

"It's not too late, let's start quickly." Momota Kento urged.

"I'm still in a hurry to go back to sleep." He said confidently.

"In that case... I have no choice but to offend." Amuro Toru also spoke confidently.

Put the ingredients on the table one by one.

Two people each sit at a table and stand facing each other.

"Are these your ingredients?" Kento Momota looked at the ingredients on the table.

Tofu, fish, kelp...

Unremarkable ingredients.

He proudly took out a piece of meat from under the table.

"This is the 3A grade beef that I specially prepared for this meal."

"And..." He took out a bottle of sauce.

"Momota's secret sauce."

"Plus other secret ingredients I prepared."

"With your ordinary ingredients, it's impossible to beat me." He smiled confidently.

Toru Amuro stroked his chin, looked at the other party's ingredients, and then at his own.

"My tofu and fish are also carefully selected." His tone was gentle and confident.

"Hmph, let me teach you the insurmountable gap between ingredients." Momota Kento sneered.

"Then...let's sign this contract first." Shuji Tsushima handed the contract of the Halberd Treaty to him.

"If you lose, the ownership of Momota Restaurant will belong to us. If we lose..." Shuji Tsushima pointed to one of the lines on the contract.

"Three billion yen or... other restaurants around you."

"It's all yours." The black-haired boy said with a smile.

Kento Momota's Adam's apple rolls.

"Really? Let me choose?" He said in surprise.

"what."

"Of course." Shuji Tsushima answered his question without hesitation, with a gentle smile.

The kite-colored eyes stared indifferently at the man who seemed to be jumping up with excitement.

The premise is...you can win.

There is only one ending to this game.