I'm acting in Yokohama

"As you found out, I'm someone who came back from the future." Sagawa Yoshihiko said lightly, as if he didn't realize how big a bomb he had dropped in the mind of the person in charge.

"So—" The person in charge subconsciously sat up straight.

Sagawa Yoshihiko nodded dispensably: "That's what you think."

"Sure enough! I don't know if you can reveal the specific era. I didn't expect that the future technology will develop so rapidly that even a time machine can be built!" The person in charge showed a fanatic look on his face.

Yoshihiko Sagawa:? ? ?

You are a supernatural person from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, why did your first reaction be technology instead of supernatural powers?

"Cough, I'm sorry, I take back what I said just now. There are probably some slight differences in our answers." Sagawa Yoshihiko maintained an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"I was attacked by an unknown ability in the future, and came here through the timeline."

Although a series of processes in the Hunter World were omitted in the middle, the cause and result are probably what he said.

The waiter at Cat Cafe thoughtfully served them two drinks.

"How?" Sagawa Yoshihiko looked at the waiter who seemed to have no problem, "Did I lie?"

"Mr. Sawagawa is really sharp." The person in charge rescued the somewhat embarrassed waiter, "Since you have been discovered, you should answer Mr. Sawagawa's question truthfully."

"What he said is judged to be true." The waiter is a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and his ability is to judge the authenticity of language.

"Good ability." It's his.

Sagawa Yoshihiko smiled.

The waiter didn't understand the meaning of his words, but still trembled subconsciously: "...you are too praised."

"Let's step down." The person in charge looked at Sagawa Yoshihiko after speaking, "About the future... I wonder if you can reveal something for us. Of course, for the sake of fairness, we will also give you what you need."

"No problem." After Sagawa Yoshihiko finished speaking, all the service staff of Maoca started to move in an instant, and all kinds of audio and video equipment appeared on the scene, and some people even took out paper and pens.

Sagawa Yoshihiko: "..."

"Hahaha I'm sorry, it's about the future. We are afraid that there will be restrictions on the clues you reveal, so we have prepared multiple plans, but don't worry, all these materials will be locked in the most confidential files."

"I'm from 11 years later, but I left Japan when I was very young, and I just returned to Yokohama recently, so I don't know much about it." Sagawa Yoshihiko said while stroking the orange cat.

The waiter who served the drink before nodded calmly at the person in charge.

"...That's really unfortunate." The person in charge felt a little regretful.

"It's just that 11 years later, Yokohama is much more peaceful than it is now. The Supernatural Secret Service, the Armed Detective Agency, and the Port Mafia guard the city together day and night." Sagawa Yoshihiko boasted sincerely, "It's really hard work for you."

"It turns out that Yokohama can really get rid of the current chaotic situation." The person in charge murmured, "We, I mean the Supernatural Secret Service Division, will we really shoulder such a huge responsibility in the future?"

The current Ability Secret Service Division is still the most inconspicuous of many government agencies. Although there are many people with abilities, most of them do not have strong combat effectiveness.

"Of course, you have to have a little confidence in your work. You will be very good in the future." Sagawa Yoshihiko briefly introduced the future situation, and then he kept patting the cat and stopped talking.

The person in charge understood what he meant: "Thank you very much for Mr. Sawagawa's cooperation today. We will try our best to meet your requirements."

"Then I'll be straight. First, help the three of us determine our identities. Second, you must have records of the origins of my two companions. I need a piece of information." Sagawa Yoshihiko raised the orange in his hand Cat, "The third one, I want to take it away."

"The issue of identity is not a big problem, but the file level of your two companions is top secret. I need to ask my superiors for instructions. As for the cat, you can take it away if you like it." The person in charge signaled his subordinates to hand over two documents.

Yoshihiko Sagawa flipped through it, and one was their identity certificates. It seemed that the other party had already prepared, and this certificate was also a deterrent to them, telling them that all actions were under the control of the government.

The other is a contract.

"Mr. Sawagawa's ability is very powerful. If possible, we would like to hire you as a staff member of the Ability Secret Service Division. Don't worry, the work is very easy, and tasks will be issued occasionally. In your free time, you can spend time in this cat Sit down with coffee." The person in charge explained.

"Where's the salary?" Sagawa Yoshihiko flipped through it casually. The ability they monitored was probably Rashomon, so the combat ability is indeed more conspicuous in the spy department.

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to be concerned about such a...practical issue: "You don't have to worry about the salary issue, it's our mistake, and the contract will be added later."

"Yes." Yoshihiko Sagawa signed his name at the end of the contract, and he felt a restrictive force the moment he lifted his pen after signing.

"I hope you will forgive me, because for people with supernatural abilities, paper contracts are too unsafe. My ability is just to insure paper contracts. As long as you do not violate the contract, nothing will happen." Probably because he was afraid of making him unhappy, the person in charge was a little nervous.

"Understood." It was his too.

Sagawa Yoshihiko showed a generous smile.

The person in charge who knew nothing about it was still lamenting his good words.

Sagawa Yoshihiko, who has gained a lot in various senses, hugged the orange cat and said goodbye to him: "I have an appointment for dinner at noon. If I go to work, can I do it in the afternoon?"

"Of course, it's our honor that you can be so active." After the person in charge replied, someone came in and leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and he stopped Yoshihiko Sagawa who was about to go out.

"Mr. Sawagawa, our people happened to meet your companions. They seem to have encountered something unpleasant." The person in charge emphasized the word exactly.

Sagawa Yoshihiko paused: "Thank you."

Seeing that he didn't show any displeasure, the person in charge was relieved.

His talks went on all morning, and the two people on the other side who were looking for a job were as tired as two salted fish.

Near noon, they didn't even find a part-time job in a milk tea shop.

"If you say something, you look very young, and you don't accept child labor. You really look down on who is a child." Since he couldn't show his ID card, almost all the store owners used this reason to prevaricate him.

Zhong Yuan also slumped on a bench by the roadside.

The French on the other side had the same experience, but there were various answers to his refusal.

What looks sad and lifeless, why is he so handsome, he thinks his wife is a bit dangerous.

Rimbaud: "..."

The Japanese think a lot.

"Forget it, that guy is probably in the same situation. When he comes back, I'm going to laugh at him." Zhong Yuanzhong also poured a bottle of water down, and inadvertently glanced out of the corner of his eye, "...Is that yesterday--"

The little white-haired boy was kneeling on the corner of the street. Compared with his shy appearance yesterday, today he seems to have been abandoned by the whole world, exuding an air of despair.

The boy was holding a box in his hand, with his head bowed, and a dirty white cloth was spread underneath.

"... Let's go and have a look."

People around the boy came and went in a hurry, almost no one stopped, only a few sporadic people dropped a few coins on his cloth.

In the chaotic Yokohama, people die every day, and sad things happen every day. People here are almost numb, and no matter how lively the streets are, they can't hide their fear of death.

Zhongyuan Zhong also got closer, only to find that the boy was holding an urn, and there were a few words crookedly written on the cloth, some of which were wrong, and it looked like it was made by a young child.

"...His elder brother died, and he needs to collect money to buy a cemetery for his elder brother to bury his elder brother." Zhong Yuanzhong also explained to the Frenchman beside him in a low voice.

Rimbaud: "...I can understand."

"But there is one place you read wrong, he wrote two cemeteries." He said lightly.

"...Maybe it's a typo." Nakahara Nakaya scratched his hair, then rummaged through his pockets, and before buying a mobile phone, Sagawa Yoshihiko went to the bank to withdraw some cash and handed it to him and Rimbaud.

He put all the money in his body on the boy's white cloth strips, fearing the wind would blow it away, he even found a stone to press it on.

Rimbaud didn't move, and Zhongyuan Zhong didn't force him: "Let's go."

"It's not a mistake." The boy who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "The other one is for myself."

"I probably won't live long in Yokohama like this." Shirase still didn't look up, but her immature voice carried the uncommon despair of a child.

Zhong Yuanzhong paused as he left.

"...go to your organization." He was referring to the sheep that showed up last night.

"A lot of people died." Shirase's voice turned into tears, as if he had been trying to hold back at this moment and finally couldn't help it, "Everyone... a lot of people never came back."

He wiped away his tears in a panic, sniffed his nose, raised his head to Nakahara Chuya with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes: "Sorry, I didn't mean to mention this, you seem to have something else to go, thank you very much donate."

The boy kowtowed his head on the white cloth so hard that traces of blood appeared on his forehead.

Zhong Yuanzhong also unconsciously clenched his fists.

Shirase smiled inwardly.

Nakahara Chuya, although he knew nothing about his past, and although he had no job and no income, he was still able to donate all his wealth to a little boy.

Essentially he is a very gentle person.

"Chuya." Yoshihiko Sagawa rushed over with the orange cat in his arms, with a look of surprise on his face: "Little friend, the funeral home just announced that their box of ashes was stolen, it can't be you."

Shirase gasped for breath.

"You probably misunderstood. The funeral home said that they have found a place for your brother, and they will not treat your brother's ashes casually." Sagawa Yoshihiko smiled, but his honey-colored eyes turned cold.

"It should be a misunderstanding, right, otherwise it wouldn't be...using your dead brother as a bargaining chip to win other people's sympathy."

Zhong Yuanzhong is indeed a gentle person, whether it is now or 11 years later.

But his tenderness has never been a reason for others to take advantage of him to hurt him.

The author has something to say: at three o'clock, at twelve o'clock (probably)

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Go to bed early and get up early to be healthy, cuties, don’t stay up late, you can be healthy tomorrow

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