Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Standing at the entrance of the launch site, Suehiro turned his head sideways and checked again.

"Are you really going to sit here?"

The girl next to her just took off her blindfold.

This is the overseas base of the military and police. Although it is allowed to enter with the authority of the detective agency and the permission of the hunting dog, the specific location and internal structure of the base are all secrets that cannot be revealed in front of people.

Gan Cha closed his eyes, adjusted to the sudden light, and then raised his eyes to look at the streamlined ballistic missile transport cabin in the center of the field.

Just now, when Suehiro arrived, she also witnessed the landing of the transport cabin——

With a loud noise that almost burst the eardrums, the mud splashed everywhere, and a deep pit half a person's height was smashed out in the middle of the forest clearing where the target landed.

It wasn't until this time that she really understood the true meaning of what Tiao Ye Caiju said a long time ago, "With your physical fitness, it will probably shatter inside as soon as you launch it."

However, even with such ups and downs, Suehiro once brought back the fragile bulbs of the cactus intact for her—

In the previous call, he heard her whimsical request, but the young man did not reject it.

It is probably not impossible to let ordinary people take the transport cabin.

Gan Cha nodded and said, "This is the fastest."

On a night in Europe in October, the weather is already very cold.The girl who has always been afraid of the cold is wearing a simple long skirt, but it seems that she can't feel the coolness.

The wind blowing from all directions in the open field blew her long hair, as if light purple smoke was about to dissipate in the deep night.

The girl's complexion was pale, and the anxiety in her beautiful eyebrows could not be concealed.

But even so, she still raised her head and showed the same gentle smile as usual to the young man beside her.

"Please, Mr. Iron Gut." She said softly.

It was as if someone uttered a sigh in the sky, which coincided with the voice in his heart.

Suehiro didn't say anything anymore, but wrapped the girl tightly with a cloak, hugged her with one hand, protected her head with the other, and stepped into the silver-gray body.

The space in the transport cabin for only one person is not spacious. He sat on a simple seat, while the girl's petite and soft body leaned quietly in her arms, her cheek resting on his shoulder.

A reserved girl, she rarely gets so close to people.

As long as you lower your head, you can see the small curls in the center of the soft purple hair.With an unprecedented and inexplicable satisfaction, the brown-haired youth began to set the destination coordinates on the operation panel.

"The detective agency is inconvenient in the urban area—let's land on the hill before your house."

He said.

The familiar chilly aura of the young man surrounded her, and through a layer of unlined clothing, came a powerful heartbeat that almost assimilated her.

Gan Cha closed her eyes, listened to the slight sound of her fingertips touching the screen not far away, and responded lightly.

But at this moment of tranquility and peace of mind, she vaguely sensed an extremely faint smell of medicine.

The girl opened her eyes wide.

In his memory, he seemed to have felt a similar smell before.

——It is the drug used after the supernatural operation.

"..."

The moment I remembered it, all emotions collapsed.

The hesitation buried deep in my heart surged up together with the sudden apology, and the tears that I tried my best to suppress when I saw the unknown future suddenly fell uncontrollably.

The eyes are blurred, and the only thing in sight is the dark green color of the youth's military uniform.

Feeling the girl's unsteady breathing and choked sobs, Suehiro was startled, and comforted him a little helplessly:

"It'll be there soon, don't worry."

But for some reason, the girl's tears seemed to be more violent.

The young man lowered his head and saw the lips bitten by her, and the tears sliding down his cheeks.

He raised his hand, trying to wipe away her tears.

The moment the finger touches the skin, it seems that an electric current passes through it.The girl seemed to be taken aback, and her movements couldn't help but pause.

She raised her long wet eyelashes, took a quick look at him, and then, as if giving up on herself, she hid her face in the socket of his neck.

He wanted to laugh a little, but a small water stain slowly opened on his shoulder.

It was obviously cold, but to him, it was hotter than all the gunfire he had faced.

The young man could only tighten his arms silently, and hugged the girl even deeper into his arms.

Meanwhile, Yokohama after dawn.

In the remote alleys where bright sunlight cannot penetrate, unremarkable sundries are piled up in a mess.

Pretending to be a patrolman against Hong Kong | After the black leader attacked, Fyodor put on his fur-collared cloak again, and was looking for the woolen hat he had stored here, when he suddenly heard a voice with a smile coming from not far away .

"Hello, Mr. Fyodor."

The young man paused, then turned his head to look at the dimly lit alley.

Dazai, who was wearing a long sand-colored trench coat, walked in leisurely from there, twirling his lost white hat with his fingertips.

"Looking for this?—here it is."

He threw the hat casually, and joked:

"Unexpectedly, you would still be willing to appear in Yokohama—won't you worry about another tennis ball flying from somewhere and knocking you out?"

The embarrassing past was brought up, and the beloved hat was thrown at his feet provocatively, and the curve of Fyodor's lips was slightly flattened.

He picked up the hat, patted the dust on it, and smiled quickly.

"Sure enough, I was found—it must have deduced my behavior pattern, and we are indeed the same kind."

The fact that he would be found traces was already in his expectation, rather it was just what he wanted.

And he was prepared in advance.

In response to Dazai's questioning about his purpose, Fyodor revealed his plan in a calm tone.

——The supernatural virus that killed the leaders of the two supernatural organizations in Yokohama 48 hours later can only be stopped if one of them dies.

However, the young man with iris eyes shook his head after a moment of surprise.

"I want to ask more than that."

Dazai smiled, "Besides this, do you have other, interesting little plans?"

Hearing such a speech, Fyodor stopped the action of raising his woolen cap to signal the distant sniper.

"Oh?"

Dazai took out an apple from his pocket, tossed it up and down, and said with a smile, "Oh."

"……what."

Looking at the item in his hand, one of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's symbols, Fyodor raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "How do you know?"

"Well, let me do some research after July...but the most important reason is—"

Dazai looked back at him with deep meaning in his eyes, "Because it was me, I would do that."

"Is it?"

Fyodor opened his eyes wide, showing a somewhat surprised, innocent and pure look like a child.

"It seems that you have some ideas about this matter."

"In that case," he suggested, "let's play a game first."

He didn't say the specific content of the game, but Dazai didn't need him to explain in detail.

"Guess what the other party thinks... Interesting."

Dazai chuckled, "Now, you have a question to ask me——"The subordinates will only wait for my instructions, how to turn them into excellent talents who can act independently." "

"And your answer is-"Do nothing every day, just eat and die, and soon they will feel bad and act on their own." "

Fyodor exclaimed, "Sounds like a good idea."

"Then it's my turn."

Dazai showed a particularly serious expression, "The question on my side is very important, please consider it carefully."

"Ah, I can see it too. "The girl I like is a difficult type who is not impressed. How should I pursue her?" "

Fyodor raised his eyebrows, "Unexpectedly, you are still a sentimental person."

"Oh, don't laugh at me now."

Dazai complained, and then continued the mind-reading game with great interest, "You mean—" to provoke her family and friends, to cut off her social ties, to help her when she is in a desperate situation, and then She'll be dead set." "

"Oh, in this case, she is too pitiful."

The young man with iris eyes raised his head and looked at his opponent with a very disapproving expression, "I'm not such a cruel man."

"How can this be called cruel?"

There was a light smile in the crimson eyes on the opposite side, Fyodor said softly,

"You torture her now, but your love will compensate her for you-isn't this a beautiful love worthy of praise?"

"...Well, what you said seems to make sense."

Dazai showed a thoughtful expression.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be a little angry, curling the corners of his lips: "But, this opportunity has already been taken. It's all the fault of Fyodor-kun."

"Ah, it's my fault."

Fyodor laughed and expressed his apology very sincerely.

--I see.So the girl from the detective agency was able to get help from the hound unit, which is the reason for this romance.

And what is the purpose of the person in front of him exposing this information to him?

...Anyway, for his own purposes, the most appropriate course of action at this time is--

"But isn't there another better opportunity right now?"

He hinted meaningfully.

"...Ah, indeed."

Dazai frowned.After thinking for a while, he smiled and stretched out his hand, and responded happily:

"Then wish us a happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

Fyodor returned a very similar smile, and stretched out his hand to grasp the bandaged right hand.

At that moment, something seemed to cancel each other out, and a subtle and zigzag light flashed quickly in the air.

But the two of them didn't seem to realize it, they just looked at each other with sincere and friendly smiles.

After letting go, Fyodor took a step back and didn't put on the white wool cap as usual.

He passed Dazai who was standing there with downcast eyes, and slowly left the dark alley.