The world of science is unscientific

Doing these few things is enough.

Japan is a major producer of horror movies with a large audience, but the ghost and monster genre has been overdone, so a new direction needs to be found, taking into account the future development of the game market.

Yusuke Suzuki found his target quite naturally.

Resident Evil.

Resident Evil is a game series produced by Capcom of Japan.

The zombie theme is not new; the United States produced "Night of the Living Dead" in 1968. However, this theme has not been well developed so far.

Isn't this an opportunity?

The movie series based on Resident Evil was incredibly popular when it first appeared in my previous life.

After a brief conversation with Shinichi Wamamura, Yusuke Suzuki put down his phone. By then, the bustling traffic outside the window had disappeared, replaced by endless tranquility.

Half an hour later, the car came to a smooth stop.

Yusuke Suzuki opened the car door and gently picked up Ai Haibara, but unexpectedly, he still woke up his silly little sister.

"Have we arrived yet...?"

Sonoko Suzuki rubbed her eyes, whimpering, "I actually fell asleep just now..."

"Let's get out of the car. I'll take Ai inside first."

Yusuke Suzuki gave a brief instruction and then left.

At this hour, Shiro Suzuki might still be awake, but it's not a good time to talk about work. Getting some rest is the most important thing.

There are plenty of guest rooms; the servants had already cleaned them when they learned he was coming.

Yusuke Suzuki casually picked a room and settled Ai Haibara in.

The little girl may have subconsciously sensed it was him, because she showed no sign of waking up and slept very soundly.

"She's even smiling in her sleep; I wonder what sweet dreams she's having."

Looking at Ai Haibara's adorable face, Yusuke Suzuki couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Take off your shoes, cover yourself with the blanket, and then give your partner a light kiss on the forehead.

Good dreams.

After finishing everything, Suzuki Yusuke bumped into Suzuki Sonoko, who was yawning, as he walked out of the room. It seemed she was planning to take a shower before going to sleep.

Yusuke Suzuki simply waited for the other person to pass by before heading towards the kitchen.

I'm hungry, I need to have a late-night snack.

I only managed to eat half full to begin with.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, the maid who noticed the commotion ran over. Upon seeing him, she immediately stepped forward and asked, "Young Master Yusuke, would you like something to eat now?"

“Hmm,” Suzuki Yusuke took off his coat and handed it to the other person, “I can do it myself. You should rest well. There’s no rush to wash the clothes. I won’t wear this tomorrow.”

The maid, still somewhat uncomfortable holding the clothes, said, "Young master, please go outside. I'll do it; it's my job."

"If you don't go to rest, your pay will be docked."

Yusuke Suzuki said a few words, pushed open the door and went straight in, leaving the maid alone outside with a complicated expression.

Since it's for my own consumption, and I have plenty of time and ingredients, I can naturally make it more elaborate.

Anyway, Suzuki Yusuke doesn't need to rest in his current condition.

Of course, ordinary people still need to get enough sleep, go to bed early and get up early for a healthy body.

20 minute later.

yard.

Yusuke Suzuki became a late-night barbecue chef.

The smell is too strong when cooking indoors, and it's difficult to eliminate the fumes and noise.

It's been so long since I've had barbecue. I wonder if Gin misses it?

Vodka must be quite tempting.

Seeing that the beef skewers were almost done grilling, Yusuke Suzuki took a picture and sent it to the group chat.

Anyway, you don't have to do it yourself; you can just use telekinesis.

First Gin, then Vodka, White Horse, Gil... all the way to Vermouth.

Are you hungry? —Grouse

Of course, it wasn't sent to that person.

Even the old man probably can't finish it.

Chapter 666 Wei Que! You really do have that serious illness!

Base No. 4

Gin, who had just returned from causing trouble, took out his phone.

A few seconds later, Vodka next to him also took out his phone.

Jiajia's saliva immediately began to flow like crazy.

"Wai Que is still awake..."

Vodka muttered something to himself, then swallowed hard.

"Humph."

Gin still gave a disdainful snort, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Looks like you've got a lot of free time; a new task can be put on the agenda. —Gin

The reply came very quickly.

If you want to eat it, just say so. —Grouse

Gin: “…”

He applied slight pressure with his palm, but quickly released it, putting the phone back in his trench coat pocket and walking to the sofa to sit down.

When I turned around, I found Vodka still standing there, frantically tapping on his phone.

After a breath, Vodka looked up excitedly, "Big brother, Wei Que said he prepared a lot of food, and they've only just started grilling it!"

But after bowing his head again, Vodka's face fell, and he said regretfully, "He's at the Suzuki's house. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for us to go there?"

Gin crossed his legs and said coldly, "It's dangerous. That kind of place is not where we should be showing our faces."

"Then let Wei Que bring the things out; it'll be fine by the mountain road."

Vodka cheered up again and continued communicating with Suzuki Yusuke via email.

Unsurprisingly, I was rejected.

Since we're dealing in swords, we naturally have to kill with one blow.

Vodka felt inexplicably wronged.

Gin was speechless when he saw his underling's expression.

Can't you be a little more sensible?!

Does that mean they won't be able to get a hot meal without that guy?

Before he could speak, Vodka looked over first, "Big brother, I'm a little hungry... I'll go out and buy some bento, do you want some?"

What kind of bento box is this?!

Gin was furious and waved his hand domineeringly, "Bring out the stored meat."

"Should we bake it ourselves?"

"no?"

"Yes, I understand!"

Vodka scurried away, bumping headfirst into the white horse and Malachinu who had come with him.

The group immediately agreed and ran together to get the ingredients.

......

An apartment.

Kiel sat on the edge of the bed, feeling wronged and on the verge of tears.

You were almost asleep, why are you posting food photos at this time!

Even if you send it from a private number?

I received an email from the organization, and I had no choice but to read it...

After watching, they'll say, "It's not convenient for you to come over here."

Where am I supposed to get anything to eat right now? How pathetic!

A certain apartment building.

Amuro Tooru sat on the bay window, looking at the crescent moon outside, his little hand touching his belly, looking like he wasn't feeling well.

The icy bourbon made his stomach feel even worse.

It seems like I've never had such a torturous night before.

I've never eaten the food in the photo, but it looks delicious.

Never mind, let's have some small cakes instead.

Bourbon put down his glass and silently went into the kitchen.

Apartment in the UK.

Wearing her pajamas, Vermouth stared intently at the photos on her phone, as if trying to find some clue.

But actually, she was just lost in memories.