I was touched by Yokohama

Central Plains Zhong also suddenly discovered that there was a faint white mist emerging around.

"What is this?"

He frowned, his cobalt blue eyes were sharp, and he stared straight at Chacha, showing suspicion.

"You made it?"

The fog came too suddenly, and the surrounding silence was obviously unusual, and it could even be seen through the white fog. Other people in the bar were also gone, including the bartender who was originally standing behind the bar.

No matter how you look at this scene, it has nothing to do with the supernatural ability.

Faced with the scrutinizing expression of Zhong Yuan, Chacha looked around, shook her head, and said calmly, "It's not me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to express his doubts again. After all, the form of the supernatural ability is unknown, and there was a big festival before. No matter how you judge it, it seems that only Chacha who is present is the most suspicious.

But just when he frowned, moved his wrist wearing a black leather glove, and showed a fierce expression to Chacha——

The snow-haired girl didn't seem to feel the coercion emanating from him, and she was looking at the various liquors on the bar.

The people in the bar disappeared except for Chacha and Zhongyuanzhong, but other items belonging to reality are still there, including the wine mixed by the bartender.

Chacha's cat's eyes lit up slightly.

"Plum wine..." Chacha searched behind the bar counter for a long time, tiptoed to look at the wine on the shelf, frowned slightly, she couldn't find the kind of sweet and good plum wine that the bartender gave her .

"What are you doing?" Nakahara Nakaya looked at the snow-haired girl who was ignoring his aura and trotting all the way to busy behind the bar, feeling complicated for a while.

How should I put it, it seems that the effect of direct deterrence that I originally wanted to achieve has not been achieved, but inexplicably, it seems that I am not very dissatisfied?

It's just that it was ignored so directly, it was really strange.

At least for Nakahara Chuya, since he became the ultimate gravity envoy, after the leading war, no one dared to ignore him so heartily after he showed his intention to do something.

However, thinking about what Chacha did on the roof of the port mafia building when they first met, it seems to be quite expected.

"Looking for wine." Chacha held an empty wine glass in one hand, tiptoed, and tried to reach the top bottle of wine with the other hand.

When she finally took the wine into her arms, a smile suddenly appeared on her small face, and as soon as she turned around, she bumped into someone's arms, and the empty glass in her hand accidentally dropped.

"Eh--"

Chacha opened her eyes slightly, but before the glass fell to the ground, it was covered with a layer of red light, and one palm firmly caught it.

Afterwards, the glass fell firmly on the bar counter, and the bottom of the glass collided with the table lightly, making a crisp sound.

Chacha, who was still holding the wine bottle, blinked her cat's eyes and looked up at the orange-haired youth.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, pressed the brim of his hat, and coughed: "Sorry. You have to be careful, why are you so busy drinking instead of looking at the road?"

"Thank you." Chacha thanked softly, walked to the bar, and stared at the cap of the wine bottle hesitantly.She seldom opened the wine bottle, and Zhong Yuanzhong next to him couldn't see it, so he opened it for her, and brought his own wine glass to pour a glass.

Chacha took a glass full of transparent wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also holding a wine glass, drinking lightly after a while, mainly looking around, opening the door of the bar and looking outside, thinking about the current situation.

There was also silence outside, and the whole of Yokohama seemed to be surrounded by white mist and plunged into another world.

But just when Zhong Yuan was about to wonder if he and Chacha were the only ones left in Yokohama, which seemed to be isolated from the world, there was a loud noise not far away.

Is someone fighting?

Zhongyuan Zhongye was about to go over to have a look, before taking two steps, he suddenly realized something, and turned back to the bar: "Hey, you..."

He paused for a moment, as if stuck, and it took several seconds before he remembered what he wanted to say: "What's wrong with you?"

"Hmm." Chacha was taking down all the wine bottles from the shelf one by one. Even Zhong Yuanzhong spoke, but it didn't attract her attention.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that something was wrong, and he was startled: "You can't be caught by someone's supernatural ability, right?"

At present, the weird situation in Yokohama has not been clarified, and anything can happen.Zhong Yuanzhong also completely forgot that he was still standing on the enemy's side at the beginning, and suspected that the fog had something to do with Chacha.

Chacha didn't even realize that Zhong Yuanzhong was also talking to her, and was still concentrating on carrying the wine, until Zhong Yuan Zhong also came over and pulled her body, and forcibly pulled this guy away from the wine shelf with gravity.

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that he used gravity to imprison Chacha, but it didn't work on Chacha, allowing Chacha to escape in front of him, but the strange thing is that this time the gravity can be used again.

Putting down these contradictory details for the time being, Zhong Yuanzhong was also looking down at Chacha.

"Huh?" The petite girl with snow-colored long hair seemed to have noticed Chuya Nakahara's gaze, tilted her head, raised her head, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

But now, this small face is full of crimson blush, the dark golden eyes are full of thick water vapor, and there are still some sparkling wine stains on the lips, because they were imprisoned by the gravity of Zhongye in the Central Plains. He frowned, frowning slightly, looking aggrieved.

It was as if the person in front of her had done something excessive to her.

Zhong Yuan Zhongye's whole body seemed to be scalded by something, and as soon as he let go of his hand, Chacha escaped from his confinement, and pounced on the wine again, trying to open them bottle by bottle.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was inexplicably confused because of the scene just now, suddenly realized something: "Are you drunk?"

Chacha could hear these words clearly, she looked back at Zhongya Zhongya seriously, and said two words without hesitation: "No."

This seems to be quite normal again.

Zhongyuan Zhongye did not make a hasty judgment on this.He squinted his eyes and saw that Chacha was about to open every bottle of wine and take a sip, and finally seemed to have got some definite answer.

Sure enough, he was drunk.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know her drinking capacity before, and thought that she should be okay when she appeared in the bar, but now it looks like it's not good at all!

It's impossible to drink all the wine!

He stepped forward, started to stop Chacha, and put all the wine bottles back on the shelf by gravity.

Chacha hugged the last wine bottle in her arms tightly, her eyes slowly turned red: "I'm not drunk, I want to drink."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled the last wine bottle out of her arms without mercy, and the wine bottle covered with red light floated up steadily, filling the last gap on the wine shelf behind the bar.

Chacha lowered her head to look at her bosom that was suddenly empty, the round cat's eyes were still a little unconscious and dazed.

"……liquor?"

"It's already been put on top, you're already like this, can you still drink?" Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his forehead, frowned, and then suddenly couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

"You can still be like this..."

It's very different from the first time I saw it, but it's also the same, so I'm afraid it will be firmly remembered.

"?" Chacha tilted her head and stared at the red-haired young man standing in front of her for a while, as if gradually realizing that the person in front of her was the chief culprit who prevented her from drinking.

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Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at the girl who stared at him with wide eyes and puffed up in a funny way, feeling as if he saw a kitten who wanted to vent his anger.

"Want to fight with me?" Zhong Yuanzhong also hooked the corner of his mouth, "Yes, come on."

Chacha stared at him for a while, seeing that he couldn't get out of the way, so she took the wine glass and trotted towards him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, really want to fight him?

If you really do it, it seems to be easier to handle, just go straight to it.

But it turns out that Zhongyuan Zhong also thought too much.

Because right after, Chacha stopped trotting, and then walked slowly and slowly in front of Zhongya Zhongyuan.

She held the wine glass in both hands, raised her small face, blinked her jewel-like dark gold cat eyes, and whispered softly and sweetly, "Just take a sip."

"OK?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Chacha and Maotong glanced at him for a while, as if observing his reaction, slowly and tentatively pinched the glove with his fingertips, and muttered softly, coquettishly, with a hint of glutinous at the end: "Can't you? Just take a sip?"

Nakahara Chuya: "..." He took a deep breath, pressed the brim of the black top hat patiently, and pulled the leather gloves on his hands uncomfortably.

There are faint blue blood vessels on the wrist as white as jade, and at this moment, along with his forearm, he can't help but tense slightly, making him look thinner and more powerful.

The body is suppressing something along with its master.

"You..." Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a breath slowly, "Do you still recognize who I am now?"

He deeply doubts this now.

Chacha tilted her head.

"Mr. Zhongyuan?" She called him softly, as if she was a little puzzled.

Nakahara Chuya: "..." His throat rolled, "It's me."

Got it right.

But it is precisely because of this that it becomes more and more incredible.

If you can treat others so differently just by being drunk... Nakahara Chuya's mind flashed the indifferent eyes of the snow-haired girl who used to look back at him in the night.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly felt that getting drunk in front of him didn't seem too troublesome.

Chacha didn't understand Zhongyuan Zhongye's psychological process. She was holding a wine glass in her hand, looking at Zhongyuan Zhongye, and continued to test with a soft voice tinged with alcohol: "Just... half a sip?"

But this time, the Central Plains also responded.

He picked up a bottle of wine he had ordered before, lowered his eyes and saw the dazed look of the girl, and raised his eyebrows. Under the dim light, there seemed to be an inexplicable sense of tenderness between the wanton eyebrows and eyes.

"Don't you want to drink?"

Chacha's eyes seemed to light up for a moment, and she happily came to Zhongyuan Zhongye with a wine glass in her hand.

Zhong Yuan also propped his elbows in a casual posture, and poured the light red wine into the glass in the girl's hand, taking it easy and filling only a shallow layer of wine.

"It's over." Nakahara Chuya said.

Chacha stared at the wine glass in shock, and then at the young man with red hair, as if he didn't expect that the other party really only poured her a sip of wine.

Zhong Yuanzhong also covered his eyes and sighed: "If you look at me again, I'm gone."

Surrounded by unknown fog and trapped in an unfamiliar Yokohama, letting Chacha, who has a poor capacity for alcohol, drink, is probably not a good choice for Chacha himself.

No matter how Zhongyuan Zhong was dazzled by the other party's soft and coquettish appearance, it was impossible for Chacha to really get completely drunk.

Chacha: "... so little." Holding the wine glass, she complained softly.

Chuya Nakahara: "There is only so much less, drink it quickly, and we will leave the bar after drinking."

Staying at the bar all the time won't solve the problem either.

Feeding wine or something... No matter how powerful the temptation is, we have to wait until we get out of this weird Yokohama wrapped in fog.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought to himself, I am not a guy with poor self-control like the person in front of me.

"I think you're talking bad about me." The snow-haired girl who was sipping a little red wine suddenly stopped and said seriously.

Zhong Yuanzhong also coughed: "I didn't say anything bad about you."

Chacha suddenly approached him, and lightly twitched the tip of her small nose: "The smell of lying."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Drink it quickly, if you don't drink it, it's gone." Zhong Yuanzhong also knocked on Chacha's head, "Little drunkard."

Chacha covered her head with water vapor in her eyes.

Nakahara Chuya: "...Wait, wait, I just tapped it lightly, does it hurt?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also about to take a look, when his fingers wearing leather gloves touched the top of the girl's head, the other party suddenly retreated a distance lightly, and spoke in a calm tone, completely ignoring the previous grievances.

"Don't look at it."

In her arms was a very familiar red wine bottle.

It was Chuya Nakahara who poured her wine before.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Huh? Are you pretending to lie to me?"

Chacha blinked, holding the red wine bottle tightly in her arms, trying to open it, when she heard Chuya Nakahara's words, she tilted her head and looked at him innocently.

"Are you angry?" Chacha approached him a little bit, and whispered, "I'm sorry, but you won't give it to me...I can only find a way to get it myself."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "You guy, are you really drunk?"

How come you can talk even more when you're drunk?

"Huh?" The snow-haired girl looked bewildered.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at her for a while, then raised his forehead: "Forget it, it's nothing."

He paused, "I'm not angry."

He really didn't get angry because of this trivial matter, and even if he was really angry, he probably wouldn't be able to get angry when he saw the girl in front of him like this.

Chacha watched him for a while, as if judging what he said.

Immediately afterwards, she smiled a little, and her snow-like expressionless face seemed to be stained with a touch of melting spring because of this smile: "It's fine if you don't get angry."

She lowered her head and fiddled with the wine bottle again, the cat's eyes widened, showing a hint of confusion: "Why, can't you open it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at her and snorted, "Because you're drunk."

Fortunately, he had inserted the cork of the red wine bottle directly, and it was impossible to open it without a corkscrew at this level.

"Eh?" Chacha's face was serious, and she declared unhappily, "I'm not drunk, I only drank a glass of plum wine."

"That's what drunks say." Zhong Yuanzhong also let Chacha work on a wine bottle cork, and she would definitely not be able to open it anyway in this dazed state.

He looks out of the bar.

The sound of explosions in the distance became more and more intense.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked back at the snow-haired girl holding the wine bottle, and felt that the half-drunk and half-awake appearance of the other party still couldn't be placed here.

"Let's go." The orange-haired young man pondered for a while, sighed, made a decision, and stretched out his hand to grab her.

But at this moment, Chacha suddenly became alert: "Are you taking me away?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

"You want to catch me to the Port Mafia, I know." Chacha wrinkled her face, holding the wine bottle, she staggered away from Chuya Zhongyuan, "You want to take me to the interrogation room of the Port Mafia Right? I don't want to go."

"I've been there before, it's so dark, I don't want to go."

"Huh?" Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, showing surprise, "When did you go there? Why didn't I know?"

"I've been there before, and now I don't want to go again." Chacha shook her head, moaning with an unhappy look, "No, no, no."

"I didn't say I was going to take you into the interrogation room." Looking at the snow-haired girl who was staring at him vigilantly, she felt like she was catching a cat running around the room, and there was a burst of laughter in Zhongyuan. a feeling of.

"Hey, little drunkard, can you understand what I'm saying now?"

Chacha obviously doesn't look sober, and her figure holding the wine bottle tightly is also wobbly, but she is able to evade Zhongyuan Zhongye's obstruction every time, and the timing of evasion is not vague at all.

"I understand, you want to catch me."

"I want to arrest you, but I don't want to arrest you into the interrogation room... Wait, don't just go out like this!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's voice was left behind by Chacha, and the snow-colored long-haired girl jumped back lightly and ran into the back kitchen. Now Zhongyuan Zhongye's gravity had no effect on Chacha for some reason.

Although Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted quickly and immediately followed in, the slightly messy back kitchen was empty and there was no one there, only the windows were open.

Nakahara Chuya: "...Ah, this guy is really messed up."

Running out of this state is completely uneasy!

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed down on the brim of his hat, took a deep breath, and his body was covered with a layer of black and red light. After looking around and making judgments, he quickly swept away not far away.

……

Chacha stood in the cold wind, looking at the city wrapped in white mist in the night.

"What do you think of Yokohama like this?"

Suddenly a voice came from behind, Chacha turned her head to look, and saw a young man dressed in white elegant clothes and cape, like a nobleman, with long white hair hanging behind him, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a pair of red eyes filled with the color of blood.

"It's because of my superpower that Yokohama became like this."

He smiled lightly, with a leisurely expression, as if everything was under control, and with an unspeakable pride, he stretched out his hand to her, calmly making an invitation gesture.

"Would you like to take a look? My 'Longyan Between'..."

Chacha didn't speak, but blinked her eyes, swept her gaze away from him, and then slowly slid to a lock of his hair.

The ends of that lock of hair were braided into a small crooked braid, and it was obvious that the braider's craftsmanship was a bit jerky.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko suddenly realized something, his expression became concentrated, and he suddenly stopped halfway through what he had said, and was about to turn slightly to block it, when Chacha said it directly without concealing it.

"You haven't removed the braid yet."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "..."

"You like this braid very much?" Chacha asked a little strangely.

Although she made this braid by herself, even if she asked her to say it herself, she really couldn't say a word of praise.

The girl's face was puzzled, Shibusawa Ryuhiko stared at her, his face was obviously red, he didn't know whether it was from anger or what.

"Enough! I don't believe that you can't judge such a simple thing... You said that on purpose, because you like to humiliate me like this?"

Chacha: "?"

Wait a minute, I think you seem to have misunderstood something.

But Shibusawa Tatsuhiko obviously didn't think it was a misunderstanding, he gave Chacha a hard look, and there seemed to be some other emotions in his red eyes that were not obvious.

Then he seemed to come with the intention of showing off, and then ran away with a stomach full of inexplicable anger.

The cold night wind blew for a while, Chacha lowered her eyes in thought, her expression blank, speechless for a long time.

That Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, what the hell are you talking about?

Shi Ban: [That... Judging from the way he looked at you at the end, he probably wanted to condemn you. 】

"Condemnation?" Chacha was thoughtful, still tightly holding a red wine bottle that hadn't been corked out, "Are you blaming me for braiding his hair?"

It's been a while since she'd braided him that way, and isn't it a little too late to condemn her now?

Shi Ban: [No, he probably wants to condemn you as a scumbag. 】

Cha Cha: "..."

The snow-haired girl who hadn't been able to get out the bottle cork frowned and gave up for the time being, then turned her head up, her little face still had the crimson color from alcohol that hadn't faded, and sincerely asked questions to the slate.

"Did you also drink behind my back?"

Otherwise, how could he say such strange words.

slate:【……】

To tell the truth, no one believed it. In this night, Shiban silently shed tears of lonely air.

Chacha frowned: "By the way, does he still have something to say? What between Long Yan..."

Slate: [Yes, he originally wanted to invite you to take a look at his collection. 】

But now, people are all running away in anger.

"What between Long Yan...it doesn't matter, just look over there and have a look."

"Yokohama is fine, they can handle it."

"but……"

Chacha stood up slowly, her head was a little dizzy, she still held the red wine bottle tightly in her hand, and never let go.

quite persistent.

Shi Ban suddenly realized something was wrong: [You, what's wrong with you? 】

The snow-colored long-haired girl lowered her eyelashes, and something deep and dark gradually surged in her dark golden eyes.

Slate began to panic: [Wait, wait...]

Before it finished speaking, Chacha raised her eyes, and the cat's eyes were already filled with tears.

"But, but, I can't open the wine bottle woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

The snow-haired girl whimpered softly to herself, her nose twitched, and her nasal voice was soft and aggrieved.

"I'm going to have to open this wine bottle, woo-woo--"

The girl didn't show any other strangeness, and Shi Ban hurriedly coaxed her.

[Anything that can be opened can be opened, it’s just a wine bottle, you give it to those humans, such as Dazai or Chuya, they will definitely be able to open it for you!And I can smash wine bottles for you right now! 】

"Don't break it." Chacha immediately dismissed the suggestion, with a serious face, "If you break it, there will be no more wine. I will uncork it in a normal human way."

Slate: […] In fact, if you want the wine in it, there are many ways to do it. How can a Dresden Slate be troubled by this matter?But... the normal human way, okay.

The way for normal human beings to open this wine bottle should be left to normal human beings.

"Also, Mr. Nakaya deliberately prevented me from opening it." Chacha sobbed softly, "Don't want him."

[It’s okay, I don’t want him, there are still a lot of people waiting to help you open the wine bottle, such as Edogawa Ranpo or something, even Shibusawa Tatsuhiko just now can make do,] Slate came back to his senses Hurry up and say, 【You tell them, they will definitely be able to open the wine bottle for you. 】

As for whether people like Dazai Osamu Edogawa Ranpo are normal humans... Forget it, just be human.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko... Although Shibusawa Ryuhiko is no longer human, who made him bump into him just now.

Shi Ban now thinks about who is talking about who, and just wants to make the world a little happier.

After all, the snow-haired girl's tears did not fall immediately.

The rain that had started to fall gradually stopped, and the mist around Yokohama that had shown signs of dispersing gathered again.

But Chacha still had clear water in her eyes, she looked at the stone slab hesitantly, and then moved it away again, the complex text pattern on it could make people dizzy.

"Really?" She asked softly, with a nasal voice that had not dissipated, and her voice became a little milky.

【real!More real than myself! 】Slate guarantees without hesitation.

Originally, this was something that did not need to be questioned, and Shi Ban did not have the slightest guilty conscience to make a guarantee on this point.

Chacha thought for a while, said softly, and revealed the look of "then I will trust you for a while", and was about to get up while holding the wine bottle.

"Bam—"

Suddenly the mountains shook.

The wine bottle is broken.