Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Gancha opened his eyes.

Just now, she seemed to have a dream as soft as a feather.

In the dream, someone was stroking her hair, and her gentle and melancholy eyes lingered beside her for a long time.

The daylight became pale and bleak through the thick fog, and the cafe was empty at the moment.

Even the sounds of battle that were thought to be coming have stopped, and a deathly silence has descended on this world.

But the feeling of being touched by someone that remained between the eyebrows was extremely real.

That person should have just left.

The girl sat up straight in the armchair.

Sure enough, the ability can be used, and I want to know whose credit it is.

She also roughly guessed the purpose of Dazai's cooperation with those two people.

Although it is not clear how he won the trust of the devil, but the other party needs his ability, maybe they don't care about his excuses at all.

However, it is too dangerous to do so—the girl couldn't help but sigh.

She raised her hand, unconsciously wanting to touch the space between her eyebrows, but found that the wrist of her left hand was wrapped with a bandage of the same style as Osamu Dazai.

The only difference is the pretty girly bow.

It is tied so firmly that it is impossible to untie it without scissors.

Gancha: "..."

She thought calmly—yes, if Mr. Dazai is injured this time, he should tie the knot like this when bandaging.

Immediately afterwards, she immediately thought of Ranpo and Chuya who were still in the power.

Detectives never do such things as investigations.

At that time, she would specifically remind her to pay attention to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, it must be because she discovered Dazai's investigation during the two months she left Yokohama, and deduced his possible movements.

Now that Luanbu knew it well, not only did he not have to worry about their safety, maybe he would even send her a helper—it was just that she needed to find it herself.

The girl gradually raised the corners of her lips.

In her mind, she calculated the speed at which the dense fog would spread—there was still enough time, and she could go back to the agency first to obtain the last piece of information.

Switching on the mobile phone without any signal, Gan Cha walked out of the coffee shop, started a car with the key inserted, and drove all the way to the detective agency.

No one was in the agency when the fog spread, so the detective agency was reasonably tidy inside despite the chaos on the street outside.

Gancha walked through the spacious office, stuffed the messy snacks into the safe, and came to Dazai's desk.

On the young man's desk were loosely piled up entrusted documents, unfilled reports, and information sheets folded into paper airplanes.

The girl skipped those without even looking at them, and moved her eyes down to the locked drawer.

She didn't go to get the key from the utility cabinet.It is impossible for others to open the things that Osamu Dazai locked, but he has already taught her the method.

Gan Cha took out a hairpin from the bag, and opened the lock in twos and twos.

What he carefully stored was full of various bandages of different models, and a handwritten note sandwiched in them.

The content above is - Shibusawa Tatsuhiko died in May.

Holding the note, Gan Cha was thoughtful.

In May, it can be called an important event, that is, Dunjun's joining the club.

The reason why he wandered on the streets and was picked up by Mr. Dazai was because he was kicked out from the orphanage where he was sent.

The dean kept him who had the ability to transform into a tiger for more than ten years, but suddenly expelled him...

——So, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was killed by Atsu-kun?

... The most honest person in our company has actually done such an earth-shattering thing.

Gan Cha was speechless for a moment.

And since Shibusawa Ryuhiko is dead, what is releasing the mist now?

...In short, whether it is for revenge or other reasons, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's goal is Atsu-kun.

But since the devil wants to use Long Yan to collect super-aggressive abilities, he will not let him easily achieve his wish.

Gan Cha frowned, thought for a moment, and walked into the president's office.

She used the investigator's identity card to connect to the emergency communication with the Supernatural Secret Service Division. After a moment of noise, the anxious face of Ango Sakaguchi appeared on the screen.

Seeing that the person on the other end was her, the scholarly man was stunned, and asked eagerly:

"Miss Hai Laoze, are you okay? Dazai—"

"Mr. Dazai protected me."

Gan Cha responded quietly, "But he will be in danger at any time and needs our support."

"Mr. Sakaguchi," she asked, "Can the Special Forces Division locate the center of the fog?"

Hearing the girl's answer, Ango Sakaguchi opened his eyes wide, but quickly calmed down.

"It's a skeleton."

He replied, "Right now, the mist is spreading around the Koresa. We speculate that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Majin, and Dazai—are there."

Gan Cha nodded: "I understand."

She paused, then said, "There is one more thing here."

"I would like to ask the Secret Service to contact—"

In the special ability [The Black Cat of the Rue Morgue].

Just when Zhongyuan Zhongya beat the person he met in the 59th novel and forced him to admit whether he was a murderer, the detective who drove him into this ghost place suddenly appeared in front of him.

The young detective glanced at the bruised and screaming guy under him, and said an inexplicable "He too"——

Then, he once again felt the weird feeling of being unable to control his body when he was sucked into the novel.

——Is this about to go out?Good, he'll give this guy a taste of gravity right away!

Chuya was thinking this angrily when he suddenly heard the other party speak.

"I saved you once, Mr. Cool Hat."

It was a natural requesting tone, "In exchange, you will do her a favor."

"what?!"

Zhong Ye almost laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about, first think about how you are going to die—"

However, just when he stood still on the ground and looked up at the other party, the young man in the detective costume suddenly disappeared in the thick fog that swept in, and the layer of red light that had just covered his body also disappeared. Immediately gone.

The book that fell on the ground turned into a black cat, and after glancing at him, it flew out, and soon disappeared.

Chuya's heart sank, and he frowned and looked around.

This is not the hospital building where it was before, just an ordinary apartment that seems to have been unoccupied for a long time.

All around, there is now a thick fog.It was already daylight by the light, but the city, which was supposed to be bustling with people, was as quiet as a cemetery.

Looking down from the floor of the building where I was, there was no one on the street.

Cars collided crookedly, and the road was covered with charred marks, mottled blood and leaked engine oil.

This familiar, doomsday-like scene made Ling Zhong's pupils shrink.

Immediately afterwards, he dodged to the side, dodging a black and red attack.

The strange ball of light shot in from the window, dissolved all the furniture and furnishings it passed along the way, and hit the wall after falling through the air.

In an instant, the room, half the apartment building to be precise, was completely destroyed by the blow.

With a loud bang, Chuya landed dangerously on the street with the help of falling bricks, and looked up at the creature with hollow eyes floating in mid-air.

Black hole-shaped spheres are gathered in the hands of the black-red humanoid with stripes all over the place, and the red gemstone on the forehead shines with beautiful fire.

"Hey, isn't it..."

Cold sweat slid down the forehead of the red-haired young man, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he muttered, "Could it be Shibusawa Tatsuhiko again—"

Therefore, Edogawa Ranpo said that he saved his life, which is what he means-it is hard to say what will happen if he is still locked in the ability at this time.

But at present, isn't it still in crisis at all?

Lost the ability, and it is impossible to fight with physical skills and filth.He didn't have a weapon at hand, he usually only carried a short knife for self-defense——

"Bastard detective!"

He ground his molars, and said bitterly.

"—What, is this my greeting?"

With an ear-piercing screech, a car stopped beside him, and a girl complained from inside the car.

Chu also turned his head in surprise.

"In exchange, you will do her a favor."

Edogawa Ranpo's words are still in my ears, but how did the girl find their place, and how dare she come here alone——

"Get in the car!"

The girl in the car urged.

——These guys are monsters!

Zhong also cursed in his heart, and before the next wave of filthy attacks came, he opened the car door and jumped in.

The girl stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, the car refueled and drove away.

"The communist party has been lifted, and everyone is fine."

With Gancha's ability fully activated, while paying attention to the road ahead, the rearview mirror, and the light river in the flying scene in the rearview mirror on both sides, so as to judge the attack point, he first provided the information that the opponent was most concerned about.

Zhong also raised his eyebrows.

— he guessed so.

Now that she's here, the sharing issue is probably settled.

However, after hearing her confirmation, he was still relieved and hummed.

The red and black supernatural life form chased after it like a streamer, and was spinning not far above the vehicle, gradually gathering energy balls in its hands.

Gancha asked: "Mr. Chuya, is there a way to deal with the pollution?"

Based on her observation just now, it seems that Dirty has no self-awareness at all, and only relies on the instinct in the mist to launch a straight-line attack on herself without any strategy.

Although the ability to turn matter into a black hole is very powerful, it is not impossible to recycle it.

Zhong also nodded: "The filth of the supernatural body has no defense."

"When your hands are occupied, just smash the crystal on your forehead. But—"

"If you need weapons, are those in the back seat enough?"

The girl slammed the steering wheel, and the car jumped to the right, avoiding an attack on the original route.

The abrupt change of direction didn't affect Chuya at all.

The red-haired youth easily stabilized his body, and reached the bag on the back seat.

When I opened it, I found that it was messily filled with various types of grenades and guns, and even a portable howitzer.

"Detective agency, the handwriting is not small."

Zhong also snorted.

"After all, we are also armed."

The girl raised her eyebrows.

Dirty's next attack would probably completely destroy the car, and no matter what steering strategy she had in mind, the vision of the future hadn't changed in any way.

Gan Cha calmly reminded: "Mr. Zhongye, we are about to jump off the train."

She held the steering wheel with one hand, and reached for the buckle of the seat belt with the other.

"Butt it."

Zhong Ye glanced at her and raised the corners of his lips, "I like this car quite a bit, don't change it."

"Anyway, the target of that thing is me."

"I'll just go out," he said, "go to a safe place and hide, and wait for me for 3 minutes."

The future seen by the ability suddenly stabilized.

Chuya opened the car door and jumped out.