Yokohama Survival Guide

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If the city is regarded as a living person, then its flesh and blood should be the so-called economic, political and ecological environment, but it is each different aborigines that make up its soul.

Mori Ogai said before that the city of Yokohama is sick.You don't understand the meaning, but today, stepping on the street again, you have a little understanding——

Almost all the large LED screens are displaying the horrific homicides that happened yesterday. Murder police, government officials, gossip editors... All kinds of experts and non-experts all gather in the big dye vat tacitly. You say what you say. Analyzed every aspect of the case.Everyone's face was full of excitement, and every detail from the victim to the potential criminal was stripped away in the splash of saliva.What's even more creepy is that even though the big screens are full of strange and terrifying "naked corpses" and the speakers in the streets and alleys are full of "high-risk warnings", the pedestrians in the streets still have numb smiles on their faces.It seems that everyone is very happy. They don’t need or care about the horror stories that occupy the headlines. They just concentrate on their daily life, focus on shopping when discussing shopping, and concentrate on sports when they are addicted to sports; UAVs, I guess you will not find that this "specimen incident" has become so popular.

'It's almost like a bunch of clockwork robots. '

You recall the pedestrians on the street that day, and finally understand the key to this dissonance.

'Don't they all have a mind of their own?Or is there something...'

——Suddenly, a young man's scream came from your right side.

"Don't! Don't, don't, don't! Get the hell out of here!!!"

You tilt your head slightly, and the voice comes from a young man less than 20 years old, with short white hair and an old work clothes that are not very decent.He was holding a pink-haired girl who was also young, and both of them were cursing and struggling as they were grabbed by the arms of the naive drone.Obviously, they are different from the glamorous pedestrians on this street, and most of them come from places like the old city.

“[Unconfirmed · Re-scanned · Residents of Xitiao Street in the old city · Not entered]”

Mechanical smiles, sweet voices, cartoon drones repeating warnings,

"【Hue scanning starts, beep—forest green alert! Forest green alert!】"

"Hey! Let me go! I'm not a weird person, damn it! What happened today?!"

The young man cursed and struggled, but unfortunately, he was far from being a match for the metal drone.After judging that his identity was probably a black household, the machine quickly scanned him with sound waves.Originally, this kind of street color inspection was optional. However, it seems that the "specimen incident" stimulated the nerves of the officials. At least when facing "potential criminals from the old city", the drone automatically turned on the scanning mode .This kind of compulsory measurement of the "health level" of an individual's spirit is undoubtedly extremely unfriendly to the residents of the old city. Due to the harsh living environment, the residents here are more or less aggressive. It shows a relatively cloudy Psychopass hue.

"...There is no human rights. It seems that Dazai is right."

You watched the crying and struggling of the pink-haired girl with cold eyes, and before you knew it, the dispute continued to expand, and people who didn't know why started to take pictures of the scene with their mobile phones.

"It's useless. Since the mandatory scanning is turned on, neither of them can escape."

Sure enough, after the gray-haired youth was forced into custody, the drone pointed the scanner at his companion.

“[Unconfirmed · Re-scanned · Residents of Xitiao Street in the old city · Not entered]”

"[Hue scanning starts, beeping—light green! It is recommended to enter the rehabilitation facility! It is recommended to enter the rehabilitation facility!]"

Hearing this, the people around were in an uproar.Soon, their faces changed to disgust, and they pointed at the two people who were detained and taken away.

"Obviously I was still complaining about the violation of human rights by random inspection, but in a blink of an eye I started to rejoice that the potential criminals were quarantined. Human beings are so realistic and terrifying..."

You are full of emotions, but this is just a small episode for you.

Put that behind you, and you arrive at your destination in no time.The Rolling Stone Bookstore in the morning seemed to be far quieter than at night, and the door under the sun was closed tightly.You take a look, oh, the coffee shops around are also closed.Indeed, most of these time-killing art bars open around noon and operate until late at night.

Fortunately, when you pushed the door tentatively, you found that the Rolling Stones were already open.

As soon as you walk in, you can smell the strong smell of alcohol.

The clerk was carefully pointing the lighter at the mouth of the cup. Standing in front of the bar was an overly tall blue-haired man.Hearing the bell, both of them turned to look at you.

"Ah! Mr. Dawster, you haven't been here for several days, and you are still the same?"

"Hey, Daust, long time no see~"

Waving to you at the same time, the smiles of both of them are full of sunshine.It's just that the blue-haired gentleman seemed to be more melancholy.

This familiar tone inspired you, you nodded calmly, and said:

"Long time no see, and of course it's the same."

"Drinking iced matcha in the morning, how is your stomach, Daust?"

The blue-haired man took the square cup brought by the clerk and shook the cup clockwise three times.His movements are very careful, neither the flame nor the layering of the cocktail in the glass is destroyed by such movements.

Hearing this, the clerk immediately sneered and retorted: "You are healthier than Mr. Fukuta. You came here early in the morning to ask for B52. Really, this is a sacred bookstore! Next time you can go to the late-night drunk on the adjacent street Bar, the taste there must be more authentic."

"I'm sorry, but I really want to spend Wednesday morning here." Shrugging his shoulders, the man leaned halfway on the bar counter, waiting for the fire to go out with a wry smile, "And Meihui, you can also help me make the coffee liqueur Changed to American style? If you wait for the flame to go out, this is just an ordinary rum."

"...I don't understand you, the authentic way of drinking shouldn't be a habit? Waiting for the alcohol to burn out, what are you thinking...,"

"Because, I don't want to destroy this perfect layering."

The blue-haired man, Fukuta, raised his glasses to the two of you respectively, and finally raised his glasses again, and said with a mysterious smile,

"Respect life."

"……wack."

Neither of them seemed to be affected by the "specimen incident", such two people.

You took your matcha latte in silence, thought about it, and asked:

"On the way here, I happened to encounter a drone patrol. The old city seems to be in chaos recently."

"Huh? I didn't pay attention, Mr. Daust. Because I have been living in the dormitory above the store. Speaking of which, it should be because of the case that has been broadcast since that morning?"

The clerk shook her head in confusion, she clicked on the radio by the bar, and added,

"The news was full of horrible things, so I just turned off the radio."

And in Fukuta's melancholy golden eyes, more intense sadness emerged:

"The joy of violence must be accompanied by a violent ending. At present, people on the street are still cheering to eliminate potential criminals. However, the clarion call of truce has never been in the hands of individuals. Storms are coming, and there will be troubles in the future." 【Note [-]】

"That's right, so I will go to my hometown to hide from the limelight, so you should pay attention too. If you see Higuchi, please tell Miss Meihui."

Miss clerk: "No problem, don't worry, Mr. Daust."

Fukuta: "Huh? That is to say, you won't be here, Daust?"

You: "That's right, so you have to take care too."

After confessing what you want to say, the bitter matcha in your hand has bottomed out.

Walking towards the door briskly, you finally turned your head, bowed slightly, and formally said goodbye to the two of you.

In the next "war", you don't know what kind of ending you will usher in, but at least at this moment, you don't want to leave regrets.

With the sunshine coming in, you saw the shop assistant smiling softly and bowing to you to see you off.

On the contrary, it was the thin, tall man who showed a fluffy smile.

Just like the gorgeous butterfly resting lightly beside the abandoned sink, it is fragile and has a touch of treachery. ,,

"I'll watch you, Daust."

Making a silent announcement with his lips, the blue-haired Fukuta drank the cocktail in his hand.

He licked his lips, and his golden eyes shone like cold-blooded creatures, giving off an uncomfortable feeling of coldness.

"Survive well."

……

You let out a sigh of relief as you closed the door.

In this way, the incidents related to ordinary daily life will be resolved——

The part-time job was resigned by you decisively by phone after you decided to cooperate with Hong Kong and black. To be honest, the hourly salary that Mr. Sen gave you is enough to kill all part-time projects in seconds.Even if you can't think of going to Ginza to do business at night, you probably won't get such a stable high salary.

On the school side, it seems that you once took a temporary leave of absence from school. Even though you have not had time to contact, no one urged or notified you to return to campus.It seems that you can fish in troubled waters for a long time!

As for Shichaka, alas, I'm very sorry, but with you alone and weak, how do you go about investigating a "death of a famous writer" that has been deliberately hidden for a long time?With the idea of ​​continuing to discuss cooperation with Mr. Sen after finishing this vote, you plan to use the power of Hong Kong and black to help you investigate this case after you are free.

"Ah, now I can concentrate on... eh!"

Thinking about your own affairs, you suddenly tripped over a foreign object under your feet.

When you came back to your senses, you heard a familiar sweet voice coming from under your feet——

"[Not...confirmed....Scan Kacha again...Nationality...Merika. Not entered]"

On the ground, there is a drone that was maliciously smashed, and the head of the cartoon character is left alone. The painted smile, coupled with the intermittent voice, makes people feel uncomfortable and creepy.

"[Hue scanning starts, beep——Diplomatic immunity! Diplomatic immunity!]"

At some point, you have left the spacious main road and walked into such a remote alley.

Like the blood vessels that deliver nutrients to the city, each road has different responsibilities.According to this analogy, this kind of remote alley is the so-called "capillary".Distributed in various parts of the body, and connected into a network, it plays the role of receiving at the slowest speed.

But this time, the reaction speed of the garbage in the capillaries is too fast——

You stare straight at a group of gangsters approaching not far away, and sigh with a headache:

"Ah, the visitor is not kind. Trouble..."

The left hand gently slid down the waistline, and your nimble fingertips inserted into the huge pocket on the left side of the thigh, gently hooking the handle made of craton material.

"Well, how do you pretend you didn't see me, gentlemen?"

"Huh?! Hand over your wallet, you foreigner! Or I'll let you see how good your brothers are!"

Huang Mao, who was shouting the most, stood at the front, waving the baseball bat in his hand, looking lawless.

The young men in the back also laughed, some whistled at you, and some made obscene gestures at you.

The worst one even spit on your feet.

"Hey, hey, hurry up and hand over you kid to me..."

"I hate everything that cannot be communicated."

Apathetic and giving up on communication, you hold MC1 tightly and pull it out suddenly.

In the darkness of the alley, the double-sided slotted blade exudes a cold light, just like your ice-blue eyes,

"Since we have to perform missions in the future, why don't we start with you guys to practice."

"Give it to me—a good apology!!!"

Confiding such a speech full of madness, your morning has finally begun...

The author has something to say:

halo~ Good evening everyone?I am the second update late at night, because I will be busy tomorrow, and it is estimated to be updated at 23:[-]. Considering that the review will appear later, I will add an update today.Thank you for your comments, favorites and clicks, I can persist until now, I love you all~~ The usual practice is to ask for three consecutive, humble speeches!

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