Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

The "accident" said by Akiko who can be cured even in the dying state——

A tide of suffocation came from all directions, almost drowning her.

The heart seemed to be frozen, and the chill spread to the limbs. Gan Cha opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Her mind went blank, and after an unknown amount of time, she repeated with difficulty:

"President...?"

"Yes, the president was attacked by an assassin."

Talk to Xie Ye.

Tonight, Fukuzawa hadn't come home after a long time, and no one answered the phone. He noticed the strange disorder and called Shang and Xie Ye, and searched along the road from the club to Fukuzawa's house.

At the intersection, I saw blood that was almost solidified. After rushing into the alley, I found the president lying on the ground.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, once the government's strongest assassin swordsman "Silver Wolf", has always protected them from all wind and rain with a strong and unshakable posture like a mountain.

Although she had seen him injured before, even she never thought that this person would fall into a coma one day.

Thinking of Luanbu who was standing there in a daze - until now, the preliminary inspection and the attempt of her ability were over, he still seemed to be unable to calm down.

She can fully imagine how Gancha, who is no less dependent on the president than Ranpo, will react.

Just listening to the silence on the other end of the call, one can guess the state of almost losing the ability to think.

Yu Xie Ye couldn't bear it, but the current situation had to be explained to Gan Cha in detail.

Otherwise, when she came to her senses, she would lack the necessary information.

The black-haired woman whispered: "The president's life is safe for the time being, but the high fever has not subsided so far, and my abilities are completely useless."

"The wound on the body is only a small scratch on the side of the neck - logically speaking, it shouldn't be this serious. I suspect that the murder weapon was smeared with poison, or a special type of supernatural power."

She conveyed the information about the assassin described by the president when he was briefly awake, and then said:

"I have to report this matter to the agency. It will take time for you to come back, so first... Anyway, come back quickly."

There was absolutely no need to ask about the choice of the final - because she understood that it was impossible for the girl to make any choice other than returning.

Gan Cha responded and hung up the phone in a daze.

The lounge, which was bustling just now, was completely silent at the moment.

"Mr. Fukuzawa...?" Alice asked, holding her hand.

Gan Cha nodded.

She looked at Erina: "I want to go back to Yokohama immediately."

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Two years ago, the scene where Fukuzawa Yukichi and Dojima Gin played against each other while holding on to the door frame seemed like yesterday;

And when the girl returned to the dormitory, when she saw the silver-haired man, no one could forget how happy and vivid her expression was.

Now, she, who has always been calm, has shown such an expression, which shows how serious the situation is.

The blond girl calmly said: "...I understand."

"Fei Sazi, contact the control department now and arrange a flight back home."

She turned her head and said seriously.

The people who came to Europe this time took the private plane of the Nakiri family.

If you want to go back, it is probably more convenient than a commercial flight.

Xinhu Fei Sazi responded, looked at Gan Cha worriedly, and went to the side to contact the relevant personnel.

Gancha, on the other hand, was holding the phone, lowering her eyelashes in confusion.

President...

She tried her best to shake off the ominous picture that came to her mind—the moment when she couldn't see the president himself and couldn't confirm the situation herself, everything was just torturing herself in vain.

But only at the moment of waiting for departure, emotions and thoughts are uncontrollable.

The comfort of the friends around seemed to pass through my ears faintly through a layer of film.

Although I heard every word, I couldn't really form a complete sentence.

——Cannot use abilities in front of everyone, confirm the future of the president.

"..."

Gan Cha stood up, faced everyone's worried eyes, pulled the corners of her lips reluctantly, and showed a comforting smile.

"I'm going to pack my bags."

She said.

Tian Suohui got up and was about to say "I'll help", but was stopped by Ye Shanliang's eyes.

Seeing the back of the girl leaving, Ye Shan paused.

"Let her be quiet for a while."

The silver-haired boy whispered, "Don't let her take care of other people's mood anymore."

The future shown by the ability is volatile, but in the screen that appears most often——

The president has only a little more than two days left.

…specifically, 55 hours and 27 minutes.

In the quiet room where there was only one person, the girl sitting on the edge of the bed covered her face.

A dark green handbag with its zipper open was placed beside him, and the silver light reflected from the handle of the gun could be faintly seen in the bag.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and raised her head.

At that time, the president had already lost consciousness, but the person who was the assassin did not continue to attack.

The attack was just the beginning of a huge conspiracy.

Gancha tried her best to get rid of all the chaotic thoughts, calmed down, and thought about the information she told Xie Ye.

——The masked assassin who claims to "give death to those with supernatural powers" has the ability to change directions in the air, and can also attack from dead ends where no one is around.

And the bloodstains that do not belong to the president extend from the outside of the alley to the inside...

She quickly searched for qualified supernatural beings in her mind.

In terms of ability, Akutagawa from Hong Kong|Black can do it; but he has no motivation, and he will not make such a style of speech.

And his ability is similar to...

She remembered the runaway subordinates that Fitzgerald had mentioned when they were talking about the assets that had been taken away from the group.

It was a priest who could manipulate blood and attack.

——That makes sense!

The attack from the unoccupied corner came from the blood arranged in the alley; while turning in the air, it also used tiny blood droplets to form footholds on the soles of the feet.

She remembered that the man's name was Nathaniel Hawthorne, and he had fought Akutagawa to the death by the port.

After the failure, because he stubbornly believed that it was Fitzgerald's ideas that killed his beloved woman, Hawthorne left the group, determined to find a way to save his loved one by himself, and his whereabouts are unknown now.

Akiko's healing ability is second to none in the world, but he has never sought help from a detective agency;

So among the parties involved in the Sanshe War, who is waiting for an opportunity to profit from the sidelines, and who can win his trust with clever words?

The answer speaks for itself.

—Majin, Fyodor.

The neatly manicured nails fell into the palm of her hand, and a cold and sharp light flashed across the girl's eyes.

She had suspected this for a long time, but after confirming it in her thinking, she still couldn't stop the anger from burning in her heart.

However, the more such a moment, the more calm and rational it is.

Gan Cha calmed down her breath, let go of her hand, and collected herself.

The devil will try his best to leave a countermeasure at every step-this is the basic quality of a planner, Mr. Dazai will do this, and she will do it now.

If something happened to the president, she will definitely return to Yokohama.

But no matter what the devil plans to do in the future, he will never easily let her go back to support the detective agency when he still has a little understanding of her abilities.

There must be danger on the road—the girl thought with a cold expression.

He had hacked into the control terminal of the white whale, and it might not be difficult to hack into the control system of the private jet of the Nakiri family that she was about to board.

As long as the maintenance personnel at the airport are asked to paste a small remote control chip somewhere, or when planning the route, a few coordinate parameters in the chaotic system...

There are many ways to cause a crash.

She doesn't even need to use supernatural powers to confirm the status of the Nakiri family's plane, and she can predict the future of the plane crash.

And if she buys multiple commercial flights to confuse her view...

--That is impossible.She would not allow other people to suffer innocent disasters for their own sake.

In an underground base somewhere in Yokohama.

The man with light blue long hair put a set of policeman's clothes on the table, then took a step back and stood respectfully to one side with his hands down.

The handsome young man wearing a white wool cap looked at the uniform that would come in handy when attacking the Hong Kong|Black leader after dawn, and chuckled lightly.

"Thank you, Ivan."

"Being able to contribute a little to my master—this is where my happiness lies!"

Ivan Goncharov showed a frenzied expression, suppressed his excitement, and replied in a slightly erratic voice.

"So, is there any news from Europe?"

asked Fyodor.

"Yes—I heard that the application for the route back to Japan has been cancelled."

"Yes, it really isn't that easy."

Fyodor laughed lowly, and said to himself inexplicably, "However, that's fine."

Ivan brought the brewed coffee to his hand, and then looked at him expectantly, waiting for instructions.

Faithful is loyal, but completely incapable of acting on its own.

Fyodor glanced at him indifferently, then looked away, and said, "She will find a way to come back."

"—And, definitely not a flight with other people on board."

he smiled.

——To find out the route where the unmanned transport aircraft was dispatched.

When the words came to his lips, Fyodor paused.

...Since the new members of the detective agency can fly helicopters, it is not surprising that she can do it.

Moreover, since the crisis has been predicted, is it possible for her, who has no fighting power, to board the plane alone?

Gorgeous curtains hang down from the ceiling, softly falling on the pure white plush carpet.

A young girl in thought sits quietly in it.

The way back was not safe. After returning, she would face a bigger conspiracy involving her.

But even so, it is impossible for her to stay here.

As long as she thinks that the current president is lying on the hospital bed, and Ranpo is also in anxiety, she can't bear to stay here for another second.

Even the ten hours of flying are too long.

——she needs an efficient means of transportation, and a protector who can respond to unexpected situations at high altitudes.

Fragments of memories surfaced in my mind, and the answer to the question was ready to come out.

The phone vibrated again, and Luanbu sent an email, telling her to be careful of the dangers on the road.

——They thought of the same way.

It seems that the crisis she may face has cheered up Ranpo.

Gancha smiled.

She opened the dialing interface and slowly entered the string of numbers that she had memorized by heart.

Even though it was late at night, the phone was answered quickly.

"Hai Laoze." The young man's familiar voice came from the other end.

He rarely called her name, but every time he did so, with a very solemn tone.

Gancha could almost see the way the other party lowered his head and stared at her in the past.

As if he had just confirmed the time at this moment, Suehiro paused suspiciously.

Then he asked more seriously, "What's the matter with you?"

The young man's concerned inquiry reached his ears, and the forcibly suspended emotions suddenly flowed again, and the sourness spread uncontrollably in his heart.

"...Mr. Iron Gut."

Gan Cha closed her eyes, and said in a voice as calm as possible, "Can you do me a favor?"