"So... this thing..." Chen Ze’s expression looked like the character for embarrassnt. He really didn’t know how to describe his feelings.
Chen Ze felt that Alice was trying to drive, and he had evidence, after all, the na of this DV machine was quite special and...
Chen Ze’s imagination was running wild, and at that mont, a series of nas flashed through his mind...
Such as Teacher Aoi, Teacher Xiao Ze, or Teacher Hatano, all of whom were the enlightennt teachers for many young people.
Chen Ze was no exception, but he imdiately shook his head. It surely couldn’t be that scenario; after all, it was just too bizarre.
"Speaking of which, Alice, do you know what this thing is used for?" Chen Ze was very curious about whether Alice and Jack had ever used this DV machine.
"Of course I do. After using this thing, you can record a period of video, and then when you play it back, it creates a foldable space in front of your eyes. You can view the recording from any angle and even get closer to see," Alice explained casually, still chewing on her slice of raw fish.
"I see..." Chen Ze mused thoughtfully. He had to admit that from a certain perspective, this thing really was a Divine Artifact.
Playing gas, especially certain gas, is definitely more thrilling in the first-person perspective. The effect of this DV machine, which allows one to freely view the recorded footage, certainly lives up to the na of a Divine Artifact.
Especially the thought of watching Teacher Xiao Ze’s movies with this thing to record it...
Chen Ze abruptly shook his head. What on earth was he thinking?
As far as Chen Ze was concerned, the greatest use of this DV machine was to record the instructional videos from Soma Yukihira and Joichiro Yukihira. That way, Chen Ze could watch the teaching videos from multiple angles.
After all, a recording still had quite a gap compared to actual, on-site learning.
"Phew, so full~ Chef, I hope I can co here again for your raw fish slices." Alice looked completely content. No matter how many tis she ate it, the Iceberg Fresh Mountain was sothing she just couldn’t get enough of.
"Sister, what are you talking about? We’ll definitely co every ti," Jack scolded Alice, then placed down his chopsticks as he had finished eating as well.
"Yeah, Alice, Jack, you guys have to co often. Otherwise, I won’t be able to make money from you," Chen Ze said with a smile. He sincerely hoped he could see each custor frequently, not just once and then never again.
"Pfft—Chef, you’re too much. Rest assured, I will definitely keep letting you make money from us," Alice said, laughing heartily. She stood up briskly and patted Chen Ze on the shoulder.
"Clang." Chen Ze silently looked at his shoulder, where Alice’s pat had just accidentally activated his magic defense array.
"Sister is really a violent girl, huh~" Jack smirked, obviously having been patted on the shoulder like this by his sister on many occasions.
"You little rascal! It’s ti I taught you what respect for your elder sister ans!" Alice, embarrassed and annoyed, grabbed Jack by the ear.
"Sis! Don’t do that, my ear really hurts!" Amidst Jack’s cries, Alice dragged him out by his ear.
"Is this what family is like? Love it spicy!" Betty exclaid with emotion. She rembered how, as a child, she too was sold to slave traders by her parents.
However, it was obvious that Alice and Jack were very close siblings; it was just that their way of expressing love was sowhat special.
"Talking nonsense? Quickly go wash the dishes." Chen Ze glared at Betty before heading into the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, Chen Ze looked at the DV cara in his hands, deeply conflicted about whether or not to try using it himself... This was a very important issue.
In the end, Chen Ze sighed and placed the DV cara in the cabinet, deciding to wait until Joichiro Yukihira arrived the next day before opening the device.
"Oh, my dear Zhu—why would you bother with such a destitute woman, inviting unknown trouble?" In Hell’s Kitchen, a bearded, burly man looked puzzledly at the Chinese detective before him.
"You know, Li Site, I am a Huaxia man; my father gave a Chinese na, Zhu Guangming." Dressed in a suit, Zhu Guangming sat calmly in the chair and leisurely poured tea for himself and his companion.
"I naturally know that, but Zhu, you should realize this woman can’t afford the detective fees, and..." The burly man glanced at the woman outside the door, leaned closer to Zhu Guangming, and was about to speak.
Zhu Guangming could even sll the smoke on him, cheap cigars, and counterfeit ones at that.
"The cigar you’re smoking is fake, who sold it to you? Donny wouldn’t dare, so was it Ben?" Zhu Guangming interrupted his companion before he could speak.
"Damn it, I knew there was sothing strange about the taste of this cigar... Wait a second, I haven’t finished talking. You need to know, the case we’ve taken on this ti involves a lot of high-ranking individuals." The burly man’s face showed unease. Although he was aware of his good friend’s capabilities, the connections of the people involved in this case gave him the chills.
"So what?" Zhu Guangming finished his cup of tea in one gulp and then slamd the cup down on the table.
"Justice must prevail! Look at that mother, her daughter was taken by that bastard Jeffrey Epstein to the island, and when she was rescued, all her teeth were knocked out, her body covered in scars, all because certain influential figures..." Zhu Guangming’s tone beca extrely scornful when talking about the influential figures.
"... they enjoy that sort of thing, so countless people are captured and taken to the island, transford from humans into beasts!" Zhu Guangming took so tobacco from his pocket, rolled a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag.
"But... there are quite a few from The House of Representatives who are involved..." The burly man remained worried.
"I know, so who have lived in that white palace are also among them." Zhu Guangming took a deep inhale and exhaled the smoke, which filled the air around them.
"There must always be soone who stands up to sing for justice." Zhu Guangming stood up, putting on his deerstalker hat.
"My friend, I will handle this matter on my own." Zhu Guangming didn’t bla his friend for trying to dissuade him.
"Wait, am I that kind of person? It seems the detective duo of Hell’s Kitchen must take the stage once again." The burly man stood up, a relaxed smile spreading across his face.
"For justice." The burly man held out his fist.
"For justice." Zhu Guangming also extended his fist.
The two fists t each other.
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