Mystery: Shadow of Order - Chapter 220

In addition to the large wooden box that occupies the center position on the long table, there are six wooden racks with four layers, on which are stacked glass jars the size of small beer barrels, which are full of candies of various colors , half of which are mainly brown candies, a bit like the toffee that Rolls had eaten in his previous life.

Judging from the types of candies in these jars, it is clear that the toffee-like hard candy is the one that sells the most. Most of the rest of the colors came in two or three jars, and each glass jar could hold at least 6 pounds of candy, though those glass jars were at least half empty.

To the right of the entrance is a huge wooden counter that separates the production area from the selling area. The production area is divided into two parts, and the smaller part has several people queuing up, which is the area for making bread.

The larger area is the area where candy is made. A middle-aged man wearing a white apron and a chef’s hat is busy there. A huge copper pot with a much thicker waist than a normal person is sitting on the stove. Incense emanated from the copper pot.

Although those who bought bread were queuing in the bread area, from time to time they raised their toes to look into the copper pot, and the sweets being made were also very attractive to them.

The middle-aged man in an apron had a well-kept bushy mustache on his mouth. He held a somewhat weird copper spoon in his hand, stirring the syrup in the copper pot from time to time. Behind him was a three-meter-long table with two or three odd little machines, and an iron hook fixed on the wall.

While stirring the weird copper spoon, the middle-aged man looked at Rawls who was looking around, and finally couldn’t bear it any longer, and his deep voice sounded:

“Sir, are you buying candy or bread?”

“Oh, buy candy.”

Rawls pointed at the candy jar on the shelf, and kept his eyes on the copper spoon in the middle-aged man’s hand.

“A jar on the shelf is 6 soli, but the glass jar can’t be taken away, you can also buy it directly, then you need seven soli.”

About 1 soli a pound of candy? Rawls glanced at the glass jar, then pointed to the candies in the wooden box and asked:

“What about these?”

“Those are cheaper. It costs 8p a pound.” The middle-aged man didn’t care. The candies on the shelves had a unique taste, and the candies in the wooden boxes had a milder taste.

“Which one are you doing now?” Rawls walked to the counter, took a deep breath, and a sweet aroma rushed into his nostrils, almost making him sneeze.

“It’s in the box.” The middle-aged man glanced at the copper spoon in his hand, then turned around and sorted out the long table.

“Why don’t you make the ones in the jars, I think there are a lot of candies in the wooden boxes?”

Rawls made a random excuse and continued to stay in the store, still staring at the copper spoon.

The middle-aged man who was arranging the table turned and frowned and glanced at Rawls. He came to the copper pot and used two towels to carry the copper pot to the long table behind him before explaining:

“Those in the jar are less likely to sell than the ones in the box.”

The middle-aged man put the copper spoon aside, poured the viscous syrup on the table, and the transparent, honey-colored syrup began to cool. He used two iron rods to quickly stir the syrup into a ball, and as he stirred, the honey color in the syrup began to gradually increase.

“I think this one is about to be done, I think it’s just made.”

Rawls looked at the copper spoon, and finally found the strangeness on it. There was a clear scale on the brass-colored handle, and a silver line was rapidly descending.

The middle-aged man froze, his hands kept moving, and he didn’t turn his head. He just responded with a strong voice:

“That’s fine, but you’ll have to wait a while, and even if you make it, it will take a while to cool.”

The middle-aged woman who was making bread had a waist no smaller than the copper pot and glanced at Rawls, with the same strong voice:

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“When the candy is freshly made, it’s the same as in those boxes.”

Rawls took out two 1-soul banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the counter. He didn’t talk much, but the middle-aged woman looked happy and didn’t talk any more.

“Bribery – Charm”

Who would have thought that my “bribery” could still be used in this regard. If I didn’t have the ability to use it, the two soles would definitely not be able to make the boss happy.

Rawls sighed in his heart, and moved his eyes to the boss who was making candy, huh? Doesn’t seem right?

The glob of syrup that had stopped flowing had added another color, not honey, but a touch of rose.

Although Rawls has never studied painting, he also knows that color is not easy to change without adding other colors.

What colorants or pigments were added? He subconsciously thought of things like dyes and pigments, but when he thought about it, it seemed impossible to achieve with current technology.

As the middle-aged man hung the lump of solidified syrup on the iron hook on the wall and kept pulling and merging, the rose red seemed to gradually expand, completely dyeing the syrup into a light rose red.

The middle-aged man took the solidified syrup of uniform color from the iron hook, put it on the long table, took a small device placed on the long table, and kneaded the solidified syrup into a cake shape of uniform thickness and length. , put it in that machine, and as roll forming, candies of various shapes are squeezed out.

Rawls looked at it with relish. This candy store seems to be hiding a lot of things. Weird copper spoons, things like pigments, and this small rolling equipment are all inventions of Hermothein. ?

The middle-aged woman who had been idle by the side did not help, but walked out of the production area to chat with Rawls. She had a smile that was sweeter than syrup on her face, which almost made Rawls unable to resist.

Seems like too much “bribe”?

Rawls, who wanted to know the secret of the candy shop, had no choice but to chat with the middle-aged woman Mrs. Hillier. From the conversation, he learned how popular candies in this era are.

Thanks to Emperor Roselle more than a hundred years ago, he cooperated with the Kingdom of Fenepot, and the Church of the Mother Earth cultivated beets with fat roots and high sugar content in the roots, and then invented the sugar beet method. The price of white sugar has dropped by more than half in the past 100 years.

The drop in the price of white sugar has made sugar available to the underprivileged. And these candy stores also have enough customers, that is, the city’s factory workers. Long working hours and huge physical exertion make them have to eat a lot of foods with high sugar content to maintain their physical strength.

Candy became the cheapest food source. In working families, expensive meat was reserved for men, and women and children lived on bread and syrup, sweetened tea, and hard candy.

Therefore, it is rare for a worker like Rawls to dress up, but he is very picky, and even only willing to buy freshly made candy. It is rare in the Hillier Candy Store. If it is not for him to use “bribes”, I am afraid that he would have been suspected long ago.

Finally, under Mrs. Hillier’s reluctant gaze, he left the candy store with the paper bag and the glass jar.

Yes, he bought two different candies, two sols of freshly made candy, and a six-pound can of candy. But according to the amount he had on hand, Mrs. Hillier gave him at least a pound of candy.

That is to say, Rawls has at least 10 pounds of candy in his hand, which is close to the 10 pounds of his previous life. He is not a person who likes to eat candy. I am afraid that these candies may not be eaten in a month. It would be a pity to throw them away.

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After distributing most of the candies, Rawls took the remaining candies and returned to his rental house. Seeing the few candies left, he nodded with satisfaction.

Doesn’t it taste right?

Rawls chewed the candy in his mouth by himself. Although the candy he left behind was all candy in a jar, the candy in the wooden box had been tasted before, and it was obviously not the same as the taste in his mouth.

Although the candies in those wooden boxes have different colors, the taste is just the same, and there is not much difference. And the one in the jar obviously has a unique taste, such as the brown candy he just threw into his mouth, obviously with the taste of chocolate.

He spit out the candy in his mouth, took out a piece of light yellow candy from the jar, and chewed it with a “click”, it tasted like mint. After trying a few more pieces, Rawls found that the candies were not too different from those from previous lives.

food additives? (Notes in this chapter)

Isn’t that orange light a mathematician and a mechanic? Do you still have chemistry?

…

Chorwood, inside a cafe on Crystal Street.

Wearing a black-and-white police uniform with three V-tags on his epaulettes, Sergeant Mile Bregg sat in the innermost partition.

He found a suspicious man nearby this morning, and before he could go to check, the man just left. Even though he blew the police whistle later, after chasing into the North District, he was still lost because he was not familiar with the road conditions.

This made Mile Bregg wondered if the criminals had been alerted. He had to know that when the senior inspector left yesterday, he instructed him to pay attention to whether there were any suspicious persons nearby. And you only need to observe secretly and remember the appearance of the suspicious person.

So, after chasing the suspicious man, Mile Bregg immediately notified the police station, but only received a notice to continue waiting at Crystal Street. It wasn’t until an hour and a half ago that a colleague came to inform him that the senior inspector in charge of the matter would meet him at the cafe in an hour.

But now half an hour has passed, and the senior inspector in charge of this matter still hasn’t arrived, which makes Mile Bregg, who is just a senior sheriff, very anxious.

If it wasn’t for his colleague who was transferred to the Hillston District because he established five or six sub-bureaus in one go, he believed that with the help of his colleagues, he would definitely be able to catch the suspicious man.

Another ten minutes passed, and someone finally pushed the door of the coffee shop and came in. A policeman in a police uniform with a crown and two silver stars on his epaulettes walked in. He was lean and had no special features. Behind him were two policemen who were also wearing police uniforms, but with only three silver stars on their epaulets. One of them was Senior Inspector Delka, who told Mile Bregg to pay attention to suspicious situations nearby.

Miles Bregg looked at the epaulette of the policeman at the head, his mouth opened involuntarily, it turned out to be a senior police superintendent, and this was the same level as the chief of the Chorwood District Police Department.

The senior superintendent walked up to him and introduced himself:

“I’m Roy Welling, the head of the sixth team of the Special Operations Department of the Backlund Police Department, this time in charge of the ‘Bridge District Gas Bombing’.”

The excited and worried senior sheriff gave a salute and said:

“Hello, sir, I’m Mile Bregg, I’m in charge of the security situation on Crystal Street.”

“Well, I know, you reported that a suspect was nearby.” Roy Welling, who appeared to be a senior police superintendent but was actually a deacon of the Church of the Storm, gave a random salute and let the excited Mr. Sheriff sit down. .

Although there are some concerns, but things have happened, and Sheriff Bregg can only tell the things in detail:

“Yes, I have been keeping a close eye on the situation nearby as requested by Senior Inspector Delka…”

Roy Welling sat opposite Breg and listened to his report, just like his uncharacteristic appearance, without any expression or interrupting the report, just quietly listening to Breg’s self-praise and avoidance of blame narration ~www.mtlnovel.com~ After Breg finished speaking, Roy Welling nodded. Instead of asking about the suspect, he asked about Fors:

“Is Fors Wall, who lives at No. 12, still at home? I have something to ask her.”

Since the report of Fors’ special situation last time, according to Cardinal Snake’s intention, there is no need to pay too much attention to the youngest daughter of Earl Hall’s family, and it can be handled as normal. Roy Welling’s “Punisher” team decided to secretly investigate the writer who had not become famous for a long time.

But before the investigation began, Duke Negan was assassinated by Lieutenant General Hurricane. Although Qilingers failed to assassinate him, he was killed. As the political spokesperson of the Church of the Storm, Duke Negan must pay enough attention to it, so all the forces of the Church in Backlund began to investigate the assassination case.

Likewise, the assassination had just begun when Sheriff Myer Bragg, in charge of Crystal Street, reported that a suspect had appeared and had escaped. This made Roy Welling have no choice but to give up the assassination case temporarily. After simply arranging the manpower, he ran to Crystal Street with his men. After all, there is also a high-sequence powerhouse involved here. Once there are clues, they must be tracked down. It is best to investigate the writer by the way.

Because Fors and Audrey were friends, Roy Welling had to change into the identity of a police officer in order to investigate. He had deduced from Meyer Bregg’s words that the suspect had little to do with the matter, but that Bregg had to report for fear of taking responsibility.

“Uh, that Miss Fors, just received an invitation from Miss Audrey to go to Queens.”

“what?”

Roy Welling narrowed his eyes and noticed something was wrong.

Chapter 220 Senior Inspector