Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

A thin young man wearing a white wool cap was about to leave the coffee shop where he was hiding, but was stopped by a voice behind him.

Even so, he was not very surprised, but raised his eyebrows slightly when his eyes swept over one of them.

"You're here too." He smiled ambiguously.

Not far away, there were three people sitting around the wrought iron coffee table.

"It's okay if you don't come."

The outermost Dazai was in a freehand posture, crossed his slender legs, and replied with a smile.

Fitzgerald, who was sketching on the discount leaflet, put down his pen and looked at the two people who seemed to be hiding some secret with some interest.

And Gancha, who was protected on the inner side of the wall, glanced at Dazai, and said bluntly:

"Mr. Dazai, is there something you are hiding from me?"

"how could be."

Dazai looked back at her innocently.

——That’s it.

Gan Cha looked around and secretly raised his vigilance.

Having notified the Supernatural Secret Service Section in advance, Ango Sakaguchi soon surrounded Fyodor with armed troops armed with live ammunition.

One of them stepped forward and was about to escort the criminal away.

Gancha, who has been observing with supernatural powers, saw the sudden interruption of the fate line, and stopped it sharply:

"do not touch!"

The man stopped in surprise and looked towards her.

Fyodor smiled.

"Aren't you going to hide it anymore?——Your superpower."

He pointedly glanced at Ango Sakaguchi, who had a serious expression on his side, and saw the assistant counselor of the supernatural special affairs department standing still on the spot as if he hadn't heard anything.

He was startled for a moment, then as if he remembered something, he laughed softly as if he had suddenly realized something.

"what are you saying."

The girl looked at him inexplicably, "What does it have to do with supernatural powers?"

"Your expression just now - no matter who sees it, they will find something wrong."

——It really looks like it.

Dazai couldn't help laughing.

"Is it."

Fyodor was noncommittal.

He glanced at Dazai, said nothing more, just put on a submissive look, and raised his hands under the guns of the armed forces.

At this moment, a sudden change happened.

White mist surged from all directions, filled the lively coffee shop in the blink of an eye, and quickly spread outward through the open glass windows.

Members of the armed forces in black disappeared one by one.

The overhead light flickered, and the sharp light obscured by the fog became weak and pale.

Thick fog rolled over the street, and an ominous silence instantly enveloped the neighborhood that was full of laughter just now.

Gancha lost her voice: "Shibusawa Ryuhiko!"

The person who had been on guard all along did appear at this moment, and the girl's heart tightened.

——Mr. Ranpo and Nakaya are still in Mr. Po's ability!

If the fog spreads there, Mr. Po's ability is separated from him, what will happen to the people in it?

Fitzgerald's expression froze, and he immediately backed away.

In the next second, a human figure who was very similar to him but with green lines on his face suddenly appeared from the fog, kicked over the tables and chairs, and chased after him.

The two guards accompanied by Ango Sakaguchi drew their weapons, repelled the attacking supernatural life forms, and stood guarding the boss's side, one on the left and one on the right.

But Gancha's ability did not appear.

The moment the mist unfolded, Dazai put his hand on her shoulder, suppressing the influence of Shibusawa Ryuhiko's supernatural power with his unqualified ability in the world.

"Mr. Dazai—"

Gan Cha turned her face to the side, and was about to say something to him, when the side of her neck suddenly felt a pain.

The feeling of drowsiness gradually eroded her consciousness, and her vision began to blur.

She opened her eyes wide, looked at Dazai who looked normal in astonishment, and said hurriedly, "Don't—!"

She raised her hand, as if she wanted to grab something, but in the end, she just ripped off the bandage on the young man's wrist feebly.

Before she could finish her words, the girl lost consciousness and fell down softly.

Sakaguchi Ango turned his head in shock, and looked at Dazai who was smiling all the time.

"What are you doing, Dazai!"

"Are you sure you want to take care of my business at this time, Ango?"

Dazai took the fallen girl into his arms, stretched out his hand and tapped the supernatural life form that was about to launch the next attack, and asked back.

"Senior Anwu! It's not safe here, please leave with us now!"

The two guards said anxiously.

Sakaguchi Ango gritted his teeth.

He remembered the scene where he had personally put his friend into a trap and watched him fall.

No one blamed him now, but that incident was still a nightmare he couldn't let go of.

"... Dazai, don't do things that you will regret."

he warned.

The guard urged him twice more, he clenched his fists, and finally looked at Dazai and the unconscious girl with inexplicable expressions, and turned to leave.

Dazai lowered his head and smiled slightly.

"...What are you regretting?"

"You shouldn't have come."

Fyodor looked pitiful.

"After being forced into a coma, no matter how much you reach out to her later, she won't believe you."

"Just now, didn't I yell "No" to you? "

"You don't know her, Mr. Fyodor."

The young man raised his head and replied nonchalantly,

"What she said was clearly—"Mr. Dazai, don't do dangerous things." "

——A man in love is really scary.

Fyodor shook his head as if unable to bear it.

It was completely invisible beyond five meters, and the thick fog was still spreading.

In the depths of the fog, the screeching sound of cars braking sharply and the sound of weapons colliding with each other, occasionally mixed with the sound of gunshots and explosions, as well as terrified screams and mournful cries of injuries.

The voices that herald the tragedy are endless, but the young people are deaf to it.

Holding the unconscious girl in his arms, he found a comfortable sofa, sat down leisurely, untied the loosened bandage, and slowly wrapped it around her wrist.

"What are you doing? Time to go."

The man with long silver hair and red eyes - Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said coldly.

"It's not urgent."

The young man didn't look up, but was very focused on the work at hand.

"I'm going to mark her."

He smiled ambiguously, and glanced at Fyodor meaningfully: "In case no one knows who wants to seduce her."

When we met just now, the devil asked him why he was here.

——The girl's ability, only combined with her own ability, can play the greatest role.The devil must have plans to recruit her himself.

In Fyodor's original plan, he also planned to use WASP-5765 on her at this time, so as to control the only unknown ability of the detective agency.

So, how could he not come?

The young man with grape red eyes blinked and returned a calm smile.

"As you like."

Not interested in the romantic scenes of me and me, Shibusawa lost his patience and turned to leave.

"Then, see you at the agreed place."

Fyodor nodded to him.

The figures of the two disappeared from sight.

After tying a beautiful bow, Dazai looked at it with satisfaction for a moment before standing up.

He placed the girl in a soft armchair, and picked up her handbag from the ground beside her.

"Ah, found it."

The young man who was not used to carrying a gun pulled out the small pistol named "Silver Dancer" that the girl used to |gun from his bag.

The barrel of the gun was very light, and after loading the bullet, Dazai fired two shots at the decorative vase beside him to test the feel of the gun.

The sound of the fragments falling to the ground still persisted, and a petite figure quietly appeared not far away.

The mist flowed over her delicate face, and she walked slowly, her long hair was windless, and the color of the end of her hair almost melted into the mist.

"……so similar."

Dazai frowned, lowered the muzzle of his gun, and complained, "How can anyone do this?"

The supernatural lifeform showed a soft and soft smile like a girl's, but the vine purple eyes had a cold, metal-like sharp light.

She approached slowly, and a silver pistol gradually appeared in her hand.

"—Ah, this is forbidden."

The young man's voice was slightly indifferent, "Besides, it's not the same at all."

He turned the body of the gun, and before the other party had time to react, he precisely smashed the red gem on her forehead with the handle of the gun.

The supernatural life body froze for a moment, and then turned into dots of light, floating in the air.

Seeing the light finally return to the girl's body, Dazai nodded and put the gun back in place.

This is also one of his purposes.

Since it was already impossible for her to leave the fog-shrouded Yokohama, and she needed to rely on supernatural powers in the battle, and she had no chance of winning against her own abilities, then he would do it.

Only by joining the other party's plan can we control the development of the situation and respond immediately.

——It really feels much better to be on the side of the guardian.

He smiled and stared at the sleeping girl in the armchair for a long time.

As if troubled by something, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

The gemstone that was crushed before happened to be at this location, Dazai couldn't help being a little dazed.

In fact, yesterday morning, he saw the hug she took the initiative to give to that person.

Girls have always been smart, and they have never been very clear about what their hearts want.

——so she can make any choice.

He used to think that this was his own idea - seeing the blooming flowers in Kazuki, does he have to keep it for himself?

But he actually said that sentence last night, even he himself didn't think that he would do such a thing.

...So it turns out that deep down in my heart, after all, I am still a little bit unwilling?

The young man held his heart.

The originally subtle emotions, after being aware of them, suddenly became surging, clamoring non-stop, wanting to go to someone.

It's ridiculous that a person who controls people's hearts can't even control his own heart.

His blurted confession must have made her puzzled and distressed——Dazai thought quite complacently.

However, thinking about what will happen next...

—Maybe it wasn't bad to tell her then.

"If I can survive, maybe I will tell you the answer."

Dazai raised his eyebrows and said ambiguously.

As if hearing his voice, the girl's long eyelashes moved, as if she was about to wake up.

The young man paused, stretched out his hand to gently caress the center of her brow, and brushed the loose strands of hair behind her ears.

Then he straightened up and walked towards the door, his back gradually disappearing into the thick fog.