Conveyor-belt sushi restaurants were basically all the same. Their décor was nothing special—pretty ordinary, with wooden stools set in front of the large rotating counter.
Looking at the conveyor-belt sushi restaurant, Fujino felt as though he had come to a place like this before with some foreign Princess.
Well, he had indeed been to one—just not this particular restaurant.
The décor styles of these conveyor-belt sushi places were all so similar that he had almost thought he had arrived at another crime scene.
As that thought passed through Fujino's mind, he suddenly felt like another murder case was about to happen here.
No way, right?
He had already run into a conveyor-belt sushi case once before.
Again?
Ooka Momiji looked curiously at the sushi moving past on the counter. "Can we just take whatever we want here?"
Fujino shook himself out of his thoughts and replied, "Yeah, take whatever you want. You pay at the end."
"Like an all-you-can-eat buffet?"
"Not quite. Every plate here costs money."
"Then how do they calculate it?"
Momiji looked curious. After slightly shaking his head, Fujino picked up a plate and glanced at its pattern. "They use the designs on the plates. Every pattern is different, and when you're done, they just count the patterns to calculate the bill."
"But why?" Momiji rubbed her chin in confusion. "Isn't that no different from a regular sushi restaurant? You still pay for each serving in the end."
"They're just dressing it up in a different format."
Fujino chuckled and explained to the little rich woman, who did not understand commoner psychology at all, "The individual prices are low. The whole point is cheap marketing and free choice."
"If you ordered each item separately, you'd probably keep calculating how much you were spending. But if you pay