I was touched by Yokohama

Chacha choked for a while, hugged the three-flowered cat, opened her cat's eyes, and stared at Oda Sakunosuke with a calm expression.

It always feels like something is wrong and it seems normal.

The three-flowered cat in his arms was not as calm as the two of them, but heard something from the conversation in an instant, and his pupils trembled.

The old man was away for half the night, what on earth did you all want to do when you got together all of a sudden last night!

Chacha was silent for a long while, and realized that this was not going to work, so she finally hesitated and decided to speak out first: "Mr. Oda, what do you mean, everyone knows?"

Unexpectedly, Chacha also remembered the post on that forum, why does everyone seem to be so concerned about Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakaya being together...

As for the "her" who was not directly named in that forum, Chacha resolutely ignored it.

She had a hunch that if this went on like this, she would have to go back to the sandwich issue that she hadn't been able to understand before.

Osamu Dazai who didn't know when came out from behind burst out laughing.

"Odasaku, Miss probably can't understand such words."

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy blinked at Sakunosuke Oda, "Also, it's better for Miss not to know too much about these things for the time being~"

If you know too much before you can let the other party stay, you may stimulate the lovely lady to run away.

That's too bad.

Oda Sakunosuke was stunned for a moment, looked at the smiling black-haired boy in front of him, then looked at the snow-haired girl who tilted her head slightly, looked at them with doubtful and calm eyes, thought for a while, seemed to understand something, calmly Said: "Is it like this, I know."

The red-haired young man paused, then continued, "These things are really not suitable for minors to know."

Osamu Dazai nodded seriously: "It's good that Odasaku understands."

Chacha: "..." Are they playing riddles behind her back?

Slate: [No, they are speaking clearly. ]

However, there is a saying that Slate agrees with. At this time, Chacha cannot be spoiled.

If the belt is really broken, the blackened tea that Chacha has seen before has not been resolved, and if there is another possibility of blackened chacha opening the harem later, it will not be...

Wait, it seems to be not bad?

Chacha didn't know that Slate was full of waste, so she comforted the Sanhuamao in her arms and reminded: "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Mori seems to be calling you."

"Hey—it's really hard work under the boss's unscrupulous boss." Osamu Dazai complained about the bad things about the boss openly, while sighing coquettishly at Chacha, "Then miss, and Oda Tsukuru, I'll go first. "

"Goodbye."

The two sleeves of the black coat that Osamu Dazai was wearing were dancing happily in the wind like seaweed, and he did not forget to turn his head and reluctantly add: "If Miss wants to drink, I will take Miss to the bar for a drink at night! Oda Saku will also be there oh."

Chacha scratched her cheek with a little embarrassment with her fingertips: "Ah."

It seems that another intention of opening the red wine at Mr. Chuya's house yesterday was noticed by Mr. Dazai.

As expected of Mr. Dazai.

When Mori Ogai Dazai and the others went out one by one, leaving aside the attention they received, after getting into the special car for Hong Kong and black, Dazai always looked calm anyway, Nakahara Nakaya held his forehead, cobalt blue Shame flashed across his eyes, and he could already imagine what the forum would be like next.

Sandwiches are outrageous enough, mackerel is so disgusting that he wouldn't agree to let Chacha be with this guy!

"What a coincidence, Chuya, I thought so too." Dazai Osamu smiled, with undisguised dark disgust in his kite eyes.

Mori Ogai: "Dazai-kun, Chuya-kun, this is outside."

The relationship between Shuanghei should at least maintain face, and don't fight in front of him, the leader, at this time.

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and suddenly changed the topic, as if he just casually asked: "Speaking of which, Mr. Mori really came to see at night because the people from the Armed Detective Agency were there?"

Nakahara Nakaya, who was staring at Osamu Dazai angrily, was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but also look at Mori Ogai.

After staying in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang for so long, Zhongyuan Zhongye is also the ceiling of the martial arts faction, and it is almost not his turn to use his brain, but now he also subconsciously senses that something is wrong.

Being in the same place with people from other organizations, whether it is big or small, depends on what the leader thinks.But no matter what, the most is to ask about the situation the next day, or ask one of the subordinates to take a look. How can the leader come here in the middle of the night?Still mixed in?

In the eyes of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, Mori Ogai still maintained a calm smile, with the immovable momentum of a Hong Kong gangster leader: "Dazai-kun, don't you talk too much?"

It's fine to provoke Mr. Zhongye, why did he still set the fire on him.

While the atmosphere in the car here was still tense, the other side was not idle.

Standing beside Chacha, Edogawa Ranpo was squinting his eyes, his black hair tipped slightly messy: "The posts they rumoured are all fake, and the famous detective is the best!"

The eyes of the Hong Kong black members who heard it next to them lit up instantly, and they didn't miss a word.Could it be that this boy dressed as a detective is Miss Chacha's true love outside?

Chacha quickly thought of the double-black sandwich posts she had seen at the beginning: "Is the post on the forum fake?"

"Of course!" Edogawa Ranpo opened his emerald green eyes, glanced at the girl quickly, and swore, "Don't you believe in Ranpo-sama?"

Chacha's voice was soft and waxy: "No, Mr. Ranpo is the No.1 detective in the world."

Edogawa Ranpo was instantly satisfied, with his head held high, as if he had won a victory, and he couldn't help saying more: "The inexplicable words you see are all fake, don't believe it!"

So the sandwich that I have never understood is also fake?Chacha blinked her cat's eyes blankly.

The members of Hong Kong gangsters next to him understood it immediately, winked and winked at each other quietly, and communicated quickly.

[This is jealousy, fighting for favor and beating rivals in love. 】

[Hey, specify, yes, is there any doubt? 】

Fukuzawa Yukichi came out, and immediately saw these members of Hong Kong gangsters who showed a very understanding expression after poking and communicating with their eyes.

"..."

He couldn't bear to look directly at it.

And the children raised by the family are still chatting with Chacha proudly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi decided to give him a good education after returning home.

Even if you are chasing girls, use your intelligence.

Don't you usually see the truth at a glance? Why can't you notice the eyes of the people next to you?

"Mr. Fukuzawa." Chacha was the first to notice the silver-haired samurai walking towards them, and greeted them politely.

Edogawa Ranpo froze, and slowly turned his head to look at Fukuzawa Yukichi, with a guilty conscience in his eyes.

"President..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at the black-haired and emerald-eyed boy again, thinking of the other party's behavior of sneaking out of the house twice for love last night, he couldn't help but let out a sigh belonging to the parents, which was a little complicated and a little relieved.

Love makes a person less intelligent.

However, Ranpo has also reached this age.

In this chaotic and orderly morning, no matter what, everyone still has to go back to their place to complete their work at this time.Edogawa Ranpo is still a member of the Armed Detective Agency. After telling Chacha that he would bring a limited edition collection of snacks to her next time, Fukuzawa Yukichi had to take them away in the end.

Before leaving, Chacha had something cold stuffed in her hand.

Mori Ogai, Dazai Osamu, and Nakahara Nakahara also went to the Kohei Building in the Kohei car, Chacha was a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I'll be there later."

Anyway, at this point, it is late no matter what.

And everyone's lateness is also due to her.

Thinking of that spring medicine, I am afraid it is the culprit.

Mori Ogai chuckled: "Miss, don't worry, let's take it as a holiday today."

"Eh?" Chacha was stunned for a moment, "...Are you on vacation?"

"Yes, after all, Miss was exhausted last night." Osamu Dazai poked his head out from another car window, waving his hands with a bright smile.

"You bastard, don't say such strange things to her!" Nakahara Nakahara knocked Dazai Osamu on the head mercilessly, his cobalt blue eyes that showed concern fell on Chacha, and he coughed twice in a disguised manner, and the roots of his ears A little red.

"However, what mackerel said this time makes sense. You were tortured by us last night, and you didn't get much sleep, so...you should have a good rest today."

The driver in front looked serious as if he hadn't heard any sound, but his eyes lit up immediately, and his ears were already clenching quietly. He planned to "share and communicate" this news with his colleagues when he returned to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang next time.

The leader and Dazai cadres, the Central Plains cadres were wiped out...all true!

After Chacha was persuaded by several men, "...well, I won't go to Hong Kong today."

After everyone left, Chacha didn't go back to Zhongye's house in the Central Plains, but went to the beach.

The environment here is very quiet, and Chacha was discovered by chance while wandering around Yokohama during this period.

And here, it didn't take long for Chacha, who was staring at the glass marbles in her hand, to be searched by a group of people.

The glass marbles were stuffed into her hand by Edogawa Ranpo before she left.

"You are..." Chacha turned her head when she heard the commotion, and looked at these people with wary faces but tired eyes in different outfits, "You are all players."

The girl's words were not doubts, but affirmations.

After looking at each other, these people whose identities had been exposed just by meeting each other seemed to have made up their minds, and two of them stood up.

"Do you know what's wrong with us?"

This part of the players is the most cautious, and it's something that Chacha hasn't dealt with yet. Compared with others, they are smarter and quickly discovered the problems in the system, and they are not as unscrupulous as those players who really thought they were just playing a game , is also deeply hidden.

But since they can find them through the clues that Chacha deliberately left, it means that they have decided to ask Chacha for help, and there is no need for Chacha to persuade them like before.

After sending these people back to the world they should go back to easily, Chacha stood up and looked at the sea shining like jewels in the sun, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

All aliens have been cleaned up.

As for Bai Lan, if he still wants to do something... the next time he does it, just put him in a cage.

Obviously, the white bird in the cage is very beautiful, isn't it?

The snow-haired girl with a slender and pure appearance thought so, stretched her arms and stretched her waist with a paralyzed face.

"The sea here is beautiful."

Slate: [Have you thought about it yet?About going to a parallel world to experience "possibility". ]

Chacha pursed her lips: "Actually, I don't think it's necessary. I won't let myself become like that."

Slate: [But...]

"But you're worried about me?" Chacha stared at the slate, then turned her gaze away, "You're so strange."

Slate remained silent.

Chacha: "...Forget it, since you think that possibility can really happen in the main world, I'll go to the parallel world."

Anyway, it doesn't hinder anything.

Moreover, Chacha had to admit that she was also curious about how she felt when she was in despair.

This curiosity is not something that Chacha expresses from time to time, but a real one.

"I'll go and have a look," Chacha said, "If I agree with what you said, then I will seriously consider solving it."

Slate: [OK!Thanks for your willingness to try. ]

Now that she has made a decision, Chacha is going to leave this world now, and it is impossible for her to stop the time of the main world at the moment she left in order to go to a parallel world where she does not know how long she will stay.

Because for the main world, this is also a kind of [restraint].

[If you allow time to flow freely, I suggest you deal with the memories of the more human beings you have come into contact with. ] Slate audibly suggested.

Chacha: "Process memory?"

[If you don't deal with it, they will definitely keep looking for you. ]

But when the time comes, they won't be able to find Chacha in this world, so it's useless.

Chacha thought for a while, and hesitated a bit: "I have sealed their memory about me once before, and I can feel that their memory has a tendency to recover during this period, if it is sealed again, it will be very fragile. "

To what extent are they so fragile? Maybe the next time they meet each other, they will recall all the memories about Chacha, whether it was the first time it was sealed or the second time it was sealed.

And Chacha clearly remembered that she had promised Zhongyuan Zhongye that she would not use the method of "deleting" the memory between her and them, so Chacha would not use this once-and-for-all method.

"Let's do it like the first time." Chacha finally said.

This time, unlike the first time, almost everyone in the world remembered her deeply and frantically wanted to find her, so the handling was much smaller than the first time.

Circles of light that ordinary people cannot see spread like waves, Chacha withdrew her hand: "Let's go."

Slate quickly followed: [OK. ]

Ranpo Edogawa, who was reading the case file at the Armed Detective Agency, suddenly stopped eating potato chips.

"It's too much, it's really too much." He stood up abruptly, but after a while, he slowly sat back in the armchair, his emerald green eyes fully opened, biting the potato chips bitterly.

"It's not enough to do this kind of thing to this detective, but to do it a second time!"

"Hmph, no matter what, you still have to come back. Meeting the famous detective is absolutely—impossible to avoid!"

In the Hongkong Building, Osamu Dazai, who was fishing and playing games at work, suddenly got up, threw away the game console he was holding in his hand without any attachment, and strode out of the office with the corner of his black coat raised.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who met him head-on, was also in a hurry, with shock and eagerness on his face that hadn't had time to dissipate.

"You remember it too?" Nakahara Chuya asked subconsciously.

Osamu Dazai stopped in his tracks, with a gloomy expression on his face, and instead of answering, he asked, "Are you going to find Miss?"

"Of course!" Zhong Yuanzhong replied without hesitation.

Osamu Dazai's face was even more ugly: "Since we all remembered it at this time, it means it was not a coincidence."

He felt the changes in his memory, without any expression on his face: "I'm afraid...it's too late."

"...What?" Zhong Yuan also froze.

In the chief's office, he was pestering Alice to change a skirt, and suddenly put away his rippling expression.

"Alice sauce, I've seen her before, the real 'Alice' sauce."

"Although Rintaro remembered it, he is losing his memory too." Alice said displeasedly, frowning.

"I don't want to forget Chacha."

"It's okay, Alice-chan." A long smile appeared on the corner of Mori Ogai's mouth, "If you can think of it once, you can think of it a second time."

"This is the second time she has chosen to come to Yokohama."

"So, she will definitely come back again."

"Back to Yokohama."

……

The snow-haired girl had been sitting motionless on the roof for a long time.

She slowly opened her eyes, raised her head slightly, and the dark golden pupils flashed a fine light.

She was sitting on top of an iconic pitch-black building, and it was a bit windy on the roof, but the rain was heavier.

The rain here is so heavy that it pours down from the night sky like a column.

Looking at the rain falling with seemingly endless momentum, Chacha felt that her head was about to explode.

So desperate...wanting to destroy everything in sight.

Barely enduring the violent rage that rushed towards her like a tidal wave, Chacha was finally about to leave the roof, when a black and red light came towards her menacingly!

what is that……?It can be destroyed.

As Chacha thought about it, when she raised her hand subconsciously, the black and red light suddenly stopped.