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Chapter 113 Vincent's Wisdom

"Hey! Brother! Don't speak to Miss Ruili like this, otherwise your head will explode. The flintlock gun on her waist is no joke." Vincent walked into the kitchen and said.

"Who are you?" Marcos turned around and asked.

"I'm also a detective." Vincent stood very close to the door and pinched his waist.

Marcos stared at Vincent: "What do you want to ask?"

"I just want to ask something else. As for your information, I'm not interested at all." Vincent said, "Your cooking skills are great and the food you make is very delicious."

"Are you here to learn cooking skills, Mr. Detective?" Marcos didn't believe Vincent's words.

"Yes, brother, don't think too much, I just want to learn something useful. I hope I can cook some delicious food for my beloved girl in the future." Vincent asked: "Can you understand what I mean?"

Marcos nodded and said, "I understand, I understand very much."

"You are so much like me back then, to learn these things." Marcos said, wiping his hands on the lacy white apron.

Vincent glanced at Ruili and said, "Then would you like to teach me something? Brother."

"This is very hard." Marcos was facing Vincent, looking at him and said, "Look at how thin you are, you don't look like a worker at all."

"Yes, I'm a little malnourished, so I came to you to learn some cooking skills." Vincent laughed at himself.

Vincent took a step forward and said, "Did you learn cooking just to fill your stomach?"

"I just said it, it's not." Marcos pointed towards his head.

Faced with Marcos's insinuations about him, he was almost indifferent. Before that, Vincent had already discussed with Ruili to deal with the men in the kitchen separately.

"Miss Ruili, you can serve two portions of food." Vincent glanced at the beef that was about to get cold and said.

"Okay, let's talk."

Vincent watched as Ruili picked up the two plates, twisted her hips, and slowly left the kitchen.

"She left, can you teach me now?" Vincent looked into Marcos's eyes. He was looking for one thing in Marcos's eyes - determination.

"Of course." Marcos turned around and looked at the sharp knives on the table and said, "What do you want to learn? Picking vegetables or cooking?"

"Learn to cut things."

Marcos' head gradually turned to Vincent's face: "Oh? Cut something?"

"Yes, such as beef, such as fruit." Vincent suddenly thought of something: "There are also those kinds of decorations on the plate."

"Are you sure?" Marcos asked expressionlessly.

Vincent shrugged and said, "Of course, after I finish learning this, I will learn cooking from you."

"All right."

Vincent felt that Marcos had lowered his guard, and at this time Marcos' head had turned back.

"Then you watch me cut it first."

Vincent nodded, then leaned over to watch Marcos' action of cutting beef and his skillful knife skills.

Marcos held the knife in his hand and gently scratched a square piece of irregular beef, splitting it into two parts in an instant. Vincent was shocked by the scene in front of him. He had never seen such sharpness before.

of knives.

Vincent wanted to get the knife in Marcos' hand. If Marcos lightly scratched the person's neck, the wound of the deceased would not be quickly exposed, and even blood might not flow out.

"Brother, wait a minute." When Marcos was about to cut the fruit, Vincent quickly asked Marcos to stop first. There was always a question in Vincent's mind that had been lingering for a long time.

Marcos asked: "What's wrong?"

"What did you think of the beef before you cut it?" Vincent said, "Is it a target?"

"What goal? I don't understand." Marcos spread his hands and said.

"They are the people you want to kill, they are the targets." Vincent said in Marcos's ear: "Is my explanation clear enough?"

Marcos immediately turned his head: "Hey! What are you talking about?"

"You still don't understand?" Vincent said, "Are you pretending to be stupid? Man."

"You think I'm the murderer?"

"Isn't it? Your eyes betray you!"

Vincent raised his arm and pointed at the knife in Marcos' hand and shouted: "Hey, man, don't point the knife at me, it's dangerous!"
Chapter completed!
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