[Comprehensive] I'm in Yokohama as a soul-saver

Lu's eyes slightly opened, "One of your employees also meets the hunting conditions of a knife hunter, Mochizuki."

Hunting knife... Oh yes, Ran is a real sword. If you accidentally run into Shibasaki Masakura, then Shibasaki Masakura feels the mysterious and mysterious aura of a sharp weapon on Ran with his samurai intuition, and then come What should I do if I am happy to see you?After all, he even wants to collect my wooden knife that can listen to music.

I don't want to think about why Ranpo knew, after all, he is the number one detective in the world, and I suspect that he may even know my hidden identity.

What should be asked is what he does not know.

For some reason, I seem to have naturally accepted the setting that it is normal for Ranpo to know everything, just like I slowly accepted the setting that Dazai always steals scripts.

"Okay, then we'll leave first, you guys continue with your business." I patted Erhu on the back, and led the kid Cheyuan, "Erhu, let's go."

Erhu let out a low grunt from his throat, looked back deeply again, turned around and followed my footsteps.

"Well..."

At the same time as I walked out of the warehouse, I heard the faint sound of the man lying on the ground, who seemed to be waking up.

With his back to the warehouse door, he slowly got up, with a little confusion in the boy's voice, "Huh? I..."

I had already walked out of the warehouse, and followed the way I came to the street where the Todo family pottery shop was located, which is also the street where the izakaya is located.I don't know if Shibazaki Makari has already left or is waiting there. If he is still waiting, he can continue the battle that was not decided just now. If he leaves, he has no choice but to see if he can meet again in the future.

The child Toruhara who was led by me yawned a little.

Children are the easiest to get sleepy at first, but after the initial mental exhaustion, he is now so sleepy that he can't even open his eyes.

"Do you want me to hold you and sleep for a while? I guess it will be a while before I can take you home. It's already early morning, and it's almost dawn." I saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn't walk, and he was almost hanging on me. With her hands in her hands, she just made a proposal like this, and at the same time moved Juliet to the right to free up her left hand for hugging.

Of course, it is more convenient to use the left hand to hold someone, so that it is convenient to respond when the right hand is empty.

"I'm not sleepy! I can hold on for a while!" Kid Toruhara rubbed his eyes to cheer up, "What time is it now? How long will it be bright? I have to go to school tomorrow."

Ok?

Do you still want to go to class?

"Can I listen to the class if I'm so sleepy? Let your parents ask me to take a leave of absence, otherwise I will be fined to stand if I fall asleep during class." After finishing this sentence, I added another sentence, "Or go to After you are sick, please go to the health room to lie down and rest."

I remember Putian children often came like this when they were in junior high school. At school, they always complained of illness and went to the health room to be lazy. Sometimes when I saw Putian children online in the game on weekdays, I knew he was lazy in the health room again, but I I remember that Shimadani children said that Putian children were the first students in their school.After high school, this seems to be a little bit less, and it may be that they stopped playing games or switched to other games. In short, good children should not learn.

Then I will send him an emoticon pack of [children, if I remember correctly, it should be class time now.jpg].

I didn't see Shibasaki Makari when I arrived at the izakaya, but I saw another unexpected figure.

Mr. Fukuzawa, who was wearing a dark feather, was standing at the place where Shibazaki Makari and I had just fought, and his eyes stayed on the marks left by the fight.

"Mr. Fukuzawa?" I didn't expect to see Mr. Fukuzawa here. I was a little surprised, "Are you here?"

"I heard that the knife hunter appeared here." Mr. Fukuzawa looked sideways, his eyes were as sharp as ever, and the nasolabial folds on his face seemed to have deepened a lot in recent years, "Have you fought against him already? "

Huh?Has the story of the knife hunter spread so far?Or did the Armed Detective Agency receive commissions related to knife hunters?

"Just now we have already played against each other, but it ended halfway before the winner was decided." I replied.

On the way back, the two tigers, which had turned back to the size of a cat, nimbly walked from one shoulder to the other. The soft pads stepped on my shoulders, and Mr. Fuzawa's eyes were sharp. Following Erhu's movements, he shifted slightly.

"Mochizuki, do you know that person's name?" He coughed and looked back.

"It's called Shibasaki Makari."

After I said this name, Mr. Fukuzawa's eyes became a little complicated.It was probably a kind of conjecture that was confirmed as expected, and because of this, I thought of some nostalgia for the past, "Shibazaki..."

Are you going to start?This atmosphere of about to start talking about things from the past!

I stared at Mr. Fukuzawa ready to listen to the long story.

Facing my gaze, Mr. Fukuzawa thought about it, "It's nothing to tell you."

"I have an old colleague, his name is Katsuya Shibazaki."

I listened and listened and found a problem.

This is...Mr. Fukuzawa probably has no talent for storytelling.The child Cheyuan, who was already extremely sleepy, had already fallen asleep leaning against me, and fell asleep standing up. When I found out, I saw his head was still a little bit.

What Mr. Fukuzawa is talking about is probably that he had a companion before... He said that the companion seems not so close, it should be like-minded people gathered for a certain goal.

Then Shibazaki Masakura may be related to that person named Shibazaki Katsuya, so Mr. Fukuzawa rushed over after hearing the news that the hunter appeared in Tsurumi District.

"Mr. Fukuzawa, do you think Shibazaki Makari may be Shibazaki Katsuya?" I recalled Shibazaki Makari's appearance, "Although it looks quite vicissitudes, but I feel that he is probably in his 30s and less than 40 years old. , the age may not match. By the way, Shibazaki Makari still has a scar on his face."

At this time, a third person's voice rang out between the voices of me and Fukuzawa-san.

"Katsuie Shibazaki is my older brother."

Shibasaki Masakari appeared like a ghost, standing under the tree not far away, blending with the darker tree shadow, I don't know how long he stayed there.He came out from under the tree and said to Mr. Fukuzawa, "You are the Silver Wolf Swordsman, right?"

Mr. Fukuzawa turned around and looked over calmly, "I am Fukuzawa Yukichi."

Shibasaki Masakura grinned, "I want to challenge you, Silver Wolf Swordsman."

"Just use your long-outdated knife as a bargaining chip, how about it?"

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Gradually update every other day _(:_」∠)_ Let me work hard and get stuck in this plot, the plot of this knife hunter is already far from the outline.

Shibazaki Masakari: I want to fight both the owner of the master house and the president of the Armed Detective Agency, I can fight both!Arrange it for me, and hurry up.

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No.70 Chapter Seven

Of course, Mr. Fukuzawa refused.

As far as I know, Mr. Fukuzawa will not easily use a knife if there is no reason to do so. What's more, Shibazaki Makari is still the brother of his old friend, and he will not agree to such a situation before he understands the situation. Challenged.

But Shibasaki Masakura did not give up because of Mr. Fukuzawa's refusal. The corners of his eyes drooped gloomyly, and he drew his sword without speaking.

The sharp knife light flashed, and the sound of metal collision resounded in the dark street that was about to be lit.

Mr. Fukuzawa drew his sword at a speed so fast that it was hard to see clearly to block Shibazaki Makari's sword. The dark feathers rose with the movement, intertwined with the sharp light of the sword.

"Beautiful Iai!" Shibasaki Masakura visibly raised his fighting spirit, and even his eyes were slightly red.That is the excitement of meeting a strong opponent.

But from an onlooker's point of view, there seems to be something wrong with his state.

In a normal battle, one must remain calm in order to seek opportunities for openings and one-hit kills.But Shibazaki Makari seems to have always maintained this strange excitement, and it was the same when he was playing against me. There is a kind of madness between opening and closing, regardless of the consequences and not afraid of getting hurt.

Could it be that this guy is still a madman?

Mr. Fukuzawa took Shibazaki Makari a little away from the house while unraveling his moves calmly.

A little bit of light emanated from the back of the heavy houses, dispelling the night a little bit, and the street was slightly brightened up. It is estimated that early risers will go out for a walk or something in the near future.

In the middle, I received a call from Ran and them. I told them about the situation here and told them to stay in the ceramic shop and not come out until I notify you. Then I hung up the phone and continued to watch the battle between Mr. Fukuzawa and Shibazaki Makari. .

The swordsmanship of the two of them is biased towards the style of gymnasiums. In short, there should be some schools, but because there are too many schools of swordsmanship, I think I can recognize most of them, but if I call them one by one It's a little difficult to come out, because I have to understand these one by one.

Shibazaki Makari fought more and more, and his state gradually changed from the original excitement to a kind of anger, "Are you looking down on me! You are looking down on me too! Use all your strength!"

The roar resounded in the silent street, and the knife in his hand was