Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

Why is a crow like a writing desk? ? ?

Fukuzawa Yukichi also showed complete bewilderment on his face.

There is no similarity between these two things at all. Write a letter and ask Mr. Natsume, will he know?

"Ask someone else?"

He might not be able to ask in front of the subordinates of the detective agency, so there is a high probability that he will write again to ask a certain three-colored cat who is erratic and eats and drinks.

"Hahahahahaha, I always feel that Mr. Natsume has taken on too much dog food that he shouldn't have to bear."

He's just a cat, so don't give him dog food. (bu)

Shiori put her arms around the other's neck, and whispered in his ear.

"The answer is because I like you for no reason, it's just a joke."

Satisfied with the performance of the straight man of steel, Shiori didn't think he could think of some convoluted answers, it was just a joke.

"For me, the moonlight was so beautiful at the time, it was just a moment of emotion for the occasion, I didn't expect you to interpret it vertically. So I will confess my confession—"

She tilted her head and raised her finger to give an example solemnly.

"A variety of actual situations show that the success rate of doing things secretly is not as good as being straightforward. Aojiao has been a good friend for three years, but... if the judgment is wrong, it will be very embarrassing."

But it doesn't matter to her, because after the preparation of the routine in the early stage, she already has enough confidence when she is directly reckless.

"Like now, well, let me think about it."

Shiori raised her head seriously and met Fukuzawa Yukichi's glasses.

His silver-gray eyes looked at her quietly with some curiosity and indulgence, and there was a little smile on his lips.

Suddenly, the love story reserve in the brain went online instantly.

"It is said that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, but when I see you laugh, I feel that I should laugh too."

It's a little reserved, but after thinking about it for a while, the type that even straight men can have an ambiguous atmosphere is her favorite type.

The corners of Shiori's mouth could not help but rise, and her eyes were shining brightly, as if from the brightest stars in the universe.

When she looks at you, she doesn't seem to be looking at the whole world, but her eyes are all about you.

Shiori carefully observed Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression, saw the other party's expression of being caught off guard, and took another straight ball in satisfaction.

"I want to pick up the pen and write thousands of love words to you, but before I can write, I can't help but think about you..."

"Why are you so proficient?"

"Cultivated from childhood?"

Shiori answered subconsciously, and then found that something seemed wrong.

"Am I proficient? Skills like Waka Fuga are cultivated since childhood. If you want to listen to me, I will make up a few sentences for you in a few minutes, but I am actually super shy!"

In fact, she is very good at singing, but she is afraid that the other party is too straight, so she has studied in the popular direction these days.

While talking shyly, Shiori made a shy expression, but she didn't stop laughing for more than ten seconds.

To be honest, she has been fluent in her coaxing words, and now she is talking about love, and she doesn't seem to be as shy as a little girl in front of her boyfriend.

It just... looks very skilled.

But in fact she really has no experience!

(How can you say that you have experience in coaxing people when coaxing knives?) Go back and cover your mouth with guilt.

"Yeah, I believe it."

as long as you are happy.

"Pfft."

Shiori puffed out her mouth and exhaled. The Ferris wheel had already descended by half, and the surrounding buildings gradually became clearer. Shiori looked out of the sky subconsciously.

# # #

Both of them skipped the joke at the same time, and looked out with their naturally keen eyesight.

A black AH-64 hovers in the air, seemingly watching.

This is a military gunship.

Of course, it's not a big deal, it's just a plane, there are plenty in the arsenal of Hong Kong gangsters, but it's just so carefree to fly to a gathering place under special circumstances during non-wartime? ? ?

Are the people in this organization stupid, crazy, or both.

"Helicopter??"

Shiori said that he probably has never seen such a deadly organization.

"The combination also flew a helicopter at the beginning, and it stopped outside the detective agency."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was very calm, and patted Shiori on the shoulder.

"...This world is really magical. Does the secret organization need to be supported by large weapons? Has the secret code of the mysterious organization been eaten?"

Even local organizations generally don't fly around in helicopter gunships in front of so many ordinary people.

The carriage of the Ferris wheel stopped, Fukuzawa Yukichi stepped out first, covered the roof of the carriage with his hand from the outside, and stretched out the other hand to pull Shiori.

Then he moved to the side, covering half of Shiori's body.

The long line was already in the process of evacuating, and after getting off the Ferris wheel, you can see men in black suits and sunglasses guiding the last group of tourists away.

The temporary handymen tried their best to show a business smile in a serious manner, saying that the Ferris wheel needed temporary maintenance, and politely coaxed away the young couples queuing behind.

It's really not easy for the black lizards, especially the bottom soldiers.

The silver-haired woman that Shiori has been hearing about from others has her hands and wrists together unnaturally, wearing a suit and standing next to Ichiyo Higuchi who is also in the same suit and leather shoes. If you look closely, you can also see the black ribbon-like pattern. object.

Taking a closer look, I saw the Hong Kong black guerrilla leader covering his lips and coughing in the corner, looking very sick and weak like a rabbit with lop ears.

"All Black Lizards are dispatched."

Shiori obediently lowered her sense of existence. Although she and Akutagawa Ryunosuke hadn't met very much, Dazai Osamu was still on the scene a few times, and the other party's attention was completely attracted by his idol, but here It is better to be cautious on such an unnecessary occasion.

The audience only needs to honestly find a special seat, and then eat melons while watching the fireworks.

Shiori also reached out to hold Fukuzawa Yukichi's wrist, and walked out with the crowd covering each other.

"Doctor Sen is not here."

Although she walked secretly, she actually observed all the surrounding situations.

"But it's normal, and the other side didn't need him to come forward in person."

"It's a smuggling route, as well as some confidential internal archives. Yesterday, three routes related to the secrets of Hong Kong gangsters were stolen."

Fukuzawa Yukichi said a few words quickly in a low voice. Apparently, during the period just separated, he also asked some of his old friends to confirm the situation.

"But whether it was an accident or intentional..."

It is unknown.

"No wonder."

Shiori nodded calmly.

No wonder Dr. Mori was out of shape after being bullied today, and he didn't argue with Shiori more.

Because the crowd evacuated quickly, Shiori and the others did not need their help. They joined Mao Lilan and the others at a relatively leisurely speed.

Surrounding Dr. Ali were the elementary school students he saw in the morning, holding hands and seeming to be arguing about something.

"I want to go on the roller coaster again."

"No way, Yuantai, we'll stay here for two days anyway, let Sister Yuanzi bring you back tomorrow."

"Let him go alone. Tomorrow we will ask Sister Yuanzi to take us to Chinatown to eat delicious food."

"Is it better than eel rice? Then I will go too."

You should stick to what you just thought a little bit.

"The famous detective recommends the siu mai in Chinatown and the dim sum in Wanzhen Building."

Shiori looked amusedly at the elementary school students getting together to discuss, and just beckoned when she heard the sound of the propeller of the helicopter hovering in the air behind her.

This was followed by preemptive strikes on the ground.

The black Rashomon that appeared on the bracket of the ferris wheel at some time turned into a sharp blade, bypassed the space, and stabbed towards the helicopter.

Similarly, the helicopter with high-altitude suppression suddenly became reckless, strafing towards the ground.

For a while, the scene seemed a little chaotic.

Accompanied by gunpowder smoke and gunfire, the screams of the crowd who had not yet evacuated came one after another.

The automatic water mist music fountain regularly performs its duties in the smoke of gunpowder, and the lights hit the water, reflecting a gorgeous rainbow.

"Over there... what's wrong?"

Mao Lilan was a little shocked to protect the children around her, and looked over blankly.

"Yokohama's specialty, MAFIA Rush. But it doesn't matter, the lap over there has been blocked after our trip."

Shiori waved her hand, completely calm, and soon the screams nearby gradually subsided. On the first day of the opening of the kindergarten, most of the tourists were locals.

I have seen a lot, and I was a little flustered at the beginning, but after I quickly confirmed my safety, I started to take refuge in batches or watch the show from a distance.

"Sounds a little dangerous..."

"Actually, most of them are quite friendly in normal times. Just now, they just put on an ugly smiling face and dispersed the crowd before they started fighting. At most, they were more, um...personal."

"Hahahahahahaha, lemon's...spindle...is really perfect..."

"Rashomon!"

"senior--"

Across the crowd of nearly [-] meters, amidst the chaotic sound of gunfire, intermittent crackling sounds could still be heard faintly.

Among them, a female voice with a clear voice opened the door from the box of the Ferris wheel and waved to call people, and that senior voice was so penetrating that it pierced the sky.

The silver-haired woman with amnesia who was restrained by Rashomon seemed to remember something, and her face became a little dazed. Looking at the beam of light from the rainbow at the same entrance, she squatted halfway in the rickety box with her head covered.

Soon, using Higuchi Ichiyo as the anchor point, the black Rashomon rolled up its owner and pulled the entire box, and the yellow lemon spindle was also sent high into the sky with the cooperation of the owner's madness and Rashomon.

The propeller is "bng" instantly, and the balance device is also "png" quickly——

Then there was another burst of pangs and bangs, and the members of the mysterious organization who lost a plane turned around.

Don't forget to shoot all the bullets//bombs before leaving.

The automatic lighting machine persisted tenaciously to the end, using light and shadow to present the final scene as gorgeous as fireworks.

Both the AH-64's tail fin and stabilizer bar were damaged, and the opponent turned the direction bitterly.

But I saw it.

When the young man with red hair stepped on the door of the helicopter with his hat pressed down, the other party showed a somewhat willful smile arrogantly.

The braids on the shoulders fluttered in the wind, and the long windbreaker whistled.

Because it was too far away, Shiori couldn't see or hear what Chuya Nakahara said.

but.

This time, the glowing red helicopter could no longer resist gravity, and the biggest fireworks of the night were set off in the sky.

The few people who were forced to parachute were apparently surrounded by underground encirclement circles.

Wow.

This is really great.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Zhongyuan... my brother is really handsome."

It is seriously suspected that Mr. Mori used a beauty trick on the way to Shiori who was probably watching the drama with malicious intentions.

Shiori, who had experience this time, admired the beauty normally, and added qualifiers to her words.

The meaning is equally obvious.

I treat him as my brother. (bu.)

At most... just his face.