I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

“You don’t seem to remember what you did to the cocktail you mixed with me?”

“I do not know. I don’t know. It’s a thing of the past.”

Seeing Tony answering, scratching his head calmly, the detective exclaimed with his broad forehead wide open like a red shiver.

“I still remember vividly! I can’t forget that terrible taste! It was the worst kahlua milk of my life.”

Kahlua… Ramen is probably coffee liqueur.

It starts with K, so it’s somewhere in the middle of the alphabet.

It was a recipe I hadn’t memorized yet.

However, since I have had time to study, I can infer the name to some extent.

At least, it’s probably made by mixing coffee spirits and milk.

I glanced at the manual, and it was exactly what I expected.

Kahlua milk, 1 oz of coffee liqueur and 3-4 oz of milk. If you pretend, you pretend.

As with the last Fallen Angel, Detective Ajae seemed to prefer soft-textured cocktails with milk or cream in this way.

“Ah, that. Because it was a mistake. You apologized too. I was distracted that day.”

Tony smirks at the excited self-proclaimed Holmes.

By the way, this recipe is so easy that you won’t make any mistakes.

Especially if the person mixing the drinks is a talented bartender like Tony.

I wondered what the hell he had done to make him so mad.

When asked about him, the truth detective said, trembling, whether he was angry just thinking about it.

“What have you done? Let me explain. That crazy bartender put fish sauce in kahlua milk instead of kahlua!”

“Puffy.”

Laughter erupted unexpectedly.

Fish sauce is fish sauce. Canary fish sauce, anchovy fish sauce, something like that.

If you put fish sauce in a cocktail that was originally supposed to be mixed with coffee liqueur… I don’t think it’s the taste I’d like to imagine.

It’s not a real variety entertainment program.

Anyway, he seemed to understand why the detective and Tony had a bad relationship. We had our own reasons why we couldn’t help each other.

As I keep putting a smile on my face, I scream from the side.

“Are you kidding me? This is funny! If you had eaten it, you would never have laughed as much as you do now!”

“Yeah, okay, calm down. But if it’s fish sauce, can’t you tell by smell?”

“okay! You could have known it by smell!”

The truth detective did not calm down at all, and shouted with a face full of resentment and resentment.

“But that evil demon seed mixed a fish sauce and a coffee blend in a one-to-one ratio and sprinkled coffee powder on top to disturb my sense of smell!

No matter how sensitive I was, I couldn’t avoid a trap designed so meticulously.”

I think it’s more of a trap area than a real cocktail.

First of all, it was certain that it was not a drink that could be born by simple mistake.

When he looked at Tony with an intent to explain, he shrugged and said.

“It wasn’t a one-to-one ratio. If I had to ask, it would have been one-to-one. Not a lot, really, a little.”

“Don’t lie! You can never get that flavor in a one-to-two ratio!”

“It wasn’t like that. You are too harsh.”

“This dog—.”

The atmosphere seemed to be overheating, so I caught the truth detective who started to run rampant again and said.

“Even if the ratio problem is the same, isn’t it difficult to see it as a mistake? Can you confuse fish sauce with coffee liqueur?”

“That’s what I mean! Unless it’s a child with a hell of a world, or a brain that doesn’t go away.”

“But it’s true.”

Tony rummaged through the under table for a moment, then pulled out two vials of black liquid.

Coffee liqueur and fish sauce are labeled on each side.

It’s definitely hard to tell by color alone. If only the label was removed, it seemed that the visual element alone would not be able to recognize it.

So it was used a lot in Bokbulbok.

“Look, they look exactly the same. I was busy, so I didn’t care about the label and just took it and put it in, but it was fish sauce.

After smelling it too late, I realized I had made a mistake and poured it out with coffee liqueur to fix it.”

“… Didn’t you have to throw it away when you smelled it and noticed it and make a new cocktail?”

Tony pondered for a moment at my reasonable request, then squinted his eyes.

“Well, back then, I had just started working as a bartender, so there were some things I didn’t have the ability to cope with… Again, you don’t know

Could there be a discovery of a new recipe amidst mistakes? You might like a cocktail with a touch of the sea, so I just gave it to you.”

Well, I guess that means that, in the end, they just gave it to you to eat some real detective shit.

Perhaps it wasn’t just my ears, the detective was furious.

“You can’t like that! And why is there fish sauce in the bar in the first place? This isn’t even a cheap pad thai street vendor, why would you use those stinky ingredients to make a cocktail!”

“Uh-huh, stinky stuff. This guy is yelling at me. How popular is fish sauce in Asian culture? Right, Nakamura?”

“Yes… What. It’s popular.”

In Korea, which has now become a new Mecca Korea, it was often used to make kimchi or to make soups and stews. Right now, Chinese oyster sauce is a kind of fish sauce, and in Japan, fish soy sauce is often used… .

Few people would like to drink it raw, unprocessed apart from the popular ones, in beverages.

“Popular, naval, who puts it in cocktails and eats it! Be honest. I purposely prepared a fish sauce to feed this man.”

“You value yourself too much. I don’t have a grudge against you enough to do that. And cocktails with fish sauce do exist.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

The truth detective shouted as if he could not believe it, but soon he was faced with a dark and cruel truth.

“I have to bet with this. I’m sorry.”

Because Tony kindly set up a holographic menu board and showed it in front of the self-proclaimed Holmes.

Alcohol/Cocktail/Detailed Category/Ingredients/Fish Sauce

-The Fisherman’s Folly

-Five O’Clock in Phuket

-Hunterground

-Papaya Salad Daiquiri

-Starbound

-Vietnamese Bloody Mary

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“word… not even.”

Anyone who sees it would think they heard the news that the world was falling apart.

The truth detective grabbed my sleeve and asked with an anguished expression. His limbs and pupils are trembling like aspen trees.

“Watson… Did you know too? Cocktails made with that damned fish sauce exist?”

“I didn’t even know that.”

how do i know that It’s only been five days since I started studying cocktails.

I was surprised too.

I knew that the number of cocktails registered in the shop manual was huge, and that the types were truly diverse, but it must have been this much.

Since there are so many cocktails made with special ingredients, I thought there might be one or two made with fish sauce, but I didn’t expect that there would be that many.

Haha, there are cocktails made with human toes too, so it’s not surprising that it’s fish sauce cocktails.

“I can’t. Unbelievable… .”

Could it be that the detective screaming after taking the red pill that reveals the truth looked pitiful?

Tony was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth.

“So, you said you came for a cocktail. Alcohol, Nakamura, is that where you live?”

“Yes. So, if possible, I want you to eat something cheap.”

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My net account is now dry like a desert.

Come to think of it, it was an urgent situation earlier, so I just passed on it, but I didn’t get the thirty thousand city dollars that were stolen by the robbers.

Because he was hit by lead bullets and ran away in a flash.

The memory stick he dropped was fortunately recovered, but the money was blown away.

It was not enough to donate a month’s salary to the damn community in vain, so I had to pay the customer’s drink price.

I can’t help but sigh at my dire financial situation.

I think it would be normal for me to be the one who should be in grief right now, not that detective man.

Fortunately, the manhunter’s expensive hands and the memory drive with the smell of money protruding from it remain like insurance.

“I am not here now. Can I call you Sei if you want? This person doesn’t drink the alcohol I give them, and only drinks three.”

“You know why I don’t drink… No, there is no need to call Say.”

The truth detective spoke with a voice that seemed to be several years older in an instant, with a voice full of power.

“Because I was originally going to drink a cocktail made by someone else, not Say, today.”

“If you don’t drink Sei-san and Tony don’t drink, then who are you going to ask for a drink? If I ask the boss, will you do it?”

The truth detective turned his head to the question I raised as if he was asking something so obvious.

Black eyes gleamed brightly through the flashing round monocle cyberwear.

He was looking at me this way, to be exact.

For a moment, my expression hardened.

“Isn’t that what I’m thinking right now?”

“It seems right.”

“Hey, don’t play around.”

“Watson, I want to try your cocktail.”

Aww Sitpal really.

Why are you doing this to me?