Yokohama Survival Guide

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The night wind in early summer is still a little cool.

You hurried through the crowd, and arrived at your destination at about 6:10—the Rolling Stone Bookstore.

This is a very ordinary-looking book cafe. When you open the dark green door, a strong aroma of coffee blows your face.The sound of the dopamine bell at the door seemed to wake up the clerk who was dozing off at the bar. She yawned and greeted you in a vague voice:

"Ah, it's Mr. Dawster. Good evening. Same old matcha latte with ice?"

"Yes, please excuse me."

Bowing slightly cautiously, you glanced at the layout of the entire bookstore pretending not to care: this is a very classic two-story store along the street, the first floor is surrounded by giant metal bookshelves with full walls, and the center is the drink area and the checkout bar .Around the bar, there are three-tier bookshelves, shelves and magazine racks distributed in a circle in a serpentine shape, and there are small log high stools next to almost every bookshelf, leaving readers with a short rest.The half of the second floor is designed to be empty. From your perspective, if you work hard, you can vaguely see the discussion area behind the glass partition above your head.

"Ah, if you're not in a hurry, why don't you go to [Huajian] and wait for a while?" The shop assistant quickly pulled out the transparent glass, and she quickly added matcha powder, while jokingly flirting with you, "Every time you come over, the customers in the store will gather. Since you hate crowds, don't hold back."

"...Ah, then I'll settle accounts together later, I just need a new note, so we're together."

Hearing this, you casually pulled out a sky-blue notebook from the sales promotion counter under the bar, and shook it at the busy shop assistant,

"Then, I'll go up first, thank you for your hard work."

"Hi, hi! I'll send it up for you later."

After the conversation is over, you grab your notebook and markers and quickly walk up the stairs to the second floor.As you expected, the second floor is full of discussion areas separated by glass and posters. During this time period, there are only a few cubicles with sporadic guests.Each semi-open partition seems to have a specific theme, and the secret lies in the theme of those posters.After looking around, you are sure that the so-called "Between the Flowers" is probably the small room in the westernmost corner with the black and white poster of "The Night Moon and Flowing Water in the Mist".

So, you decisively pushed open the glass door and walked into this small space.

"As expected of a rolling stone bookstore for regular customers, it really allows customers to dress up the discussion area."

You came to this conclusion while carefully observing the interior layout of [Hanama].It is very obvious that the personal style of the [Book Club] members is left everywhere in this cubicle, which is less than four and a half stacks in size: those cute rabbit seal stickers are mostly the works of Ms. Higuchi mentioned in the handbook, and the ones in the corner The economics monographs placed neatly and in different categories on the small bookshelf are most likely from Mr. Fukuta. As for the stacks of hand-bound cookbooks, then——

"It turns out that my setting in the discussion group is a culinary expert? Then, the lady clerk said that some people would gather around because [my past me] would have experience talks? It's strange... I always feel that something is wrong. ..."

Whispering, you dragged a chair, slumped to the side of the small bookshelf, and flipped through a handmade cookbook: what you saw was a very fair and solemn font.Probably because the words are like the person, and the language expression inside the recipe also clearly reflects this rigorous character.At least, in the labeling of the ingredients of all dishes, there are very thoughtful and precise bold marks on the dosage.However, it is obvious that this typeface is completely different from the one in the book in your memory. The reasoning is wrong, and these recipes are not left over from you.

"It seems that Ms. Higuchi is the one who really loves cooking... Fukuta is a man and probably wouldn't like this kind of stickers, so wait, is my setting actually a girlish pervert?! Well, that's quite a surprise It fits the painting style of that notebook, but it obviously has a frigid face, cannian."

You hold your forehead, unable to accept the setting of "I am actually a big man who loves cute elements".

Slightly overwhelmed by the fact that your past self may have been a psycho, you lose interest in exploring further.Ever since, you opened the newly purchased notebook and seriously began to sort out the current clues.

Just as you were recording at your desk, thump, thud, the glass door of the cubicle was knocked lightly twice.When you turned around, you saw a strange blonde lady standing outside the door.Holding your matcha latte, she opened the door and walked in.

The woman appeared to be in her mid-20s, with blond hair neatly brushed back.Wearing a neat black professional suit and carrying a leather bag of the same color, he doesn't look like a staff member in this bookstore.

"Dost, Keiko asked me to drop by and help bring it up."

With that said, she directly put the coffee on the round table in front of you.A few drops of coffee spilled, smearing faint stains across your notes.The rest of the dark green liquid swayed gently inside the glass, as if you were beginning to feel entangled——

'who is this? !No, why are you so unlucky, I am an acquaintance again! ! ! '

After placing the cup, the other party suddenly sat down opposite you, pressing his fingers tiredly, pressing his eye sockets.This gesture clearly shows the identity of the other party's social animal, and it seems that he has just finished work.

So, you tentatively closed your notes, and said slowly:

"Are you tired? If you just take a rest..."

"No, the club is not very friendly to interns. If you take a break, you will be despised by the seniors."

Bluntly rejecting your suggestion, the other party didn't notice your temptation at all, probably your relationship should have reached the point where you can joke around at will.

So, you try to give vague advice: "Then, relax on your day off."

"Well, I hope so. However, the club has made big moves recently, and may work extra overtime." Having said this, the young woman put down her hand, turned to stare at you with shining eyes, and held your hand expectantly. "Hey Daust, where is the latest translation? Is there any latest part that I can watch in advance?"

'translate? '

You shook your head with a smile on your face, pretending to be making no progress, but inside you were shocked.

'So, is my job a translator?Ah, that explains why I'm popular at Rolling Stone, the regulars probably keep an eye on my work progress. '

"Oh——? But teacher Shichaka's new work doesn't say that the translation work has long been handed over to you?!" Withdrawing her hand in pain, the blond woman seemed to be unable to accept the blow. She murmured and took out a copy from her carry-on bag. The black closed hard-shell book was held up in front of his chest with tears in his eyes, as if he could gain some spiritual power from this action, "It's been almost two months since the release! Daust, you need to cheer up quickly ! Work cannot be delayed indefinitely!"

[Shichaka's new book?Wait, am I Shichaka's translator? !ah!The handbook did mention the release of the new book! 】

You are so stuck in your head with the sudden news that you can hardly keep smiling.

[However, why does this guy seem to respect Shichaka but is not sad at all?Or was she ignorant of that guy's death?After all, if it is the death of an obsessed author, fans who see the news must be very sad.Sure enough, Shichaka's death is still a secret. 】

——"...Ah, forget it, Daust, you are also very busy. By the way, which book do you plan to choose for the next reading meeting? For me, I may not be able to participate for the time being. Seniors have some work that needs to be coordinated. Proceed. I came here today to say hello to you and Fukuta in advance, and I won’t come here anytime soon.”

Just when you were distracted, the other party's words suddenly squeezed into your ears, which unexpectedly made you understand the other party's identity.

It turned out that this nagging blond woman was "Miss Higuchi" in the account.It seems that the other party will temporarily bid farewell to this three-person reading club due to busy work.Pfft, although it is impolite, you are indeed relieved by this——

It seems that the crisis of losing the horse is a little smaller.

Then, you have a perfunctory discussion with her about "the release of translation work and the difficulty of daily learning tasks".It wasn't until an hour later that you finally stopped talking amidst the ramblings.

Seeing the other party packing up and planning to leave, you casually asked:

"Hey, Higuchi, do you remember that pendant? Where did you buy it? I want one too."

Hearing this, the other party was stunned for a moment, then looked at you unspeakably, and replied:

"Dost, your taste is still as indescribable as ever. Unfortunately, that is a gift from a work partner. I have already inquired for you last time. It is not a product that can be bought. Take a look at similar ones."

"Ah, what a pity."

"What are you regretting? It's obviously the third time. Remember it!"

Reluctantly leaving such words behind, Higuchi said goodbye to you and hurriedly left the Rolling Stone Bookstore.

Seeing the other party's figure blend into the night and the crowd, you also took a deep breath, intending to verify the hypothesis just now.

So you quickly purchased the gels and acrylics requested by your neighbors in the bookstore. Fortunately, Rolling Stone has an extremely complete range of stationery, which helps you save a lot of time.

The next stop is the Internet cafe near the apartment. You plan to collect information about Shichaka online.Although you do have a laptop at home, but you are sure that you can't recall the power-on password for the time being, so you simply conduct intelligence gathering in the Internet cafe.After an hour of surfing the Internet, you reluctantly admit that Shichaka seems to be an ordinary writer of best-selling novels, and you are just an ordinary translator dedicated to Shichaka.

Of course, there is indeed no information about Shichaka's death that has been uploaded to the Internet.If your memory hadn't told you that Shichaka was dead, you would definitely believe that this mystic was just going abroad for another visit.

This kind of silent death of a "famous writer" simply makes your hair stand on end.

"...So, is there any conspiracy? Surrounding Shichaka..."

Leaving the Internet cafe, you carried a slightly heavy plastic bag and walked towards the door of the apartment with a murmur.

Once again, you saw the silver-haired young man leave the apartment, and the other party saw you and nodded with a smile.

Seeing this, you also nodded in a friendly manner before walking into the elevator room.

【Di!beep!beep! 】

Hearing the short message notification tone, you took out your phone in boredom and opened the line.

It may be that the network signal in the elevator room is not very good, and the software keeps showing that it is loading, which makes your curiosity start to bubble up.

【Ding! ——]

Before you know it, you have arrived at your destination out of curiosity.After a few steps, you walked to Mr. Fujima's door. After thinking about it, you still plan to go home and put your own notebook in the entrance, so as not to accidentally hand over all your things.

Seeing that the picture is barely half loaded, you helplessly put the plastic bag on the ground, open the door, take out the notebook, and put it on the shelf.Then, with the door open, you leaned forward and rang the doorbell of Fujima House.

[Ding dong! "...Ah... Please wait a moment... Excuse me..."】

【drop! ——]

Almost at the same time, the prompt sound of successful loading rang together with Mr. Fujima's distant inquiry.

You said "It's me, Daust" in unison, and casually glanced at the screen of your phone.

It's the one look that makes your blood flow backwards, your heart stop, and your extremities freeze.

Ignoring Mr. Fujima's surprise and inquiry when he opened the door, you forced a smile and handed him the plastic bag, expressing that you are not feeling well and we will talk tomorrow.You didn't even bother to do more perfunctory, you almost pushed the other party's kindness and exploration back into the room with your strength.

Then, you rush back to your apartment.At the same moment as you locked the door behind you, you sat paralyzed on the floor of the entrance.

The screen of the mobile phone tightly held in your hand emits a cold light, reflecting your pale face and cold eyes——

[Successful loading!Picture 3: You in a casual suit are talking to a certain black suit, the date is March; Picture 4: You are wearing sportswear, carrying a sports bag, and walking slowly into an office building, the date is April; Picture 12: You, wearing a hood, took over a violin case from the black suit in December last year. 】

Combined with the dangerous things at home, you still don’t know that these photos are clearly the [used you] to purchase prohibited guns, or carry out some illegal actions! ! !

The heartbeat became more and more intense, and after the line picture, there was a threatening order:

【J, if you don't call us the final payment, we won't hide your information anymore. Presumably you don't want to attract other people's attention, right?As usual, don't try to procrastinate any longer! 】

"...This is really fatal, so I am also a MR. Fixer..."

You smiled wryly, feeling anxious about the life of a double-faced person.Compared with the secret of Shichaka's death, the shadow of your past seems to have found you first...

The author has something to say:

New information——

Likes: cute pink items [suspected]; iced matcha coffee

Sex: Male

Past: Dark World related [picture proof]; translation [exclusive to Shichaka]

Task: Repayment of balance [object, amount, location unknown]

Woohoo, no one really wants to interact?Obviously FLAG has already entered three times?The current clues are beginning to emerge, the characters where the three world lines meet are interacting with each other~ and, in fact, [you] still made many reasoning errors in this chapter, did you find it?Ask for interaction, ask for click, ask for collection~~~

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