Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Beside him, a wind-controlling supernatural being from the Supernatural Special Service Section created the last wind in a timely manner.

Even though the wind was dispelled by the disqualification of the world the moment it touched Osamu Dazai, the air flow brought up still supported the two people in the air steadily and descended slowly.

Looking at the two people who landed safely on the beach by the sea, Gan Cha felt relieved.

The tide came in at once, beating the reef steadily, and the fine sand shone slightly.

It was almost dusk now, the glow of the setting sun pierced through the dissipating fog, and the outline of the city, which was dyed with a thin layer of gold in the distance, gradually appeared in the field of vision.

Confused and noisy voices gradually sounded, and the non-supernatural beings who were excluded from the fog returned to their original places.At the moment when the day is coming to an end and the night is coming, Yokohama finally wakes up.

This also means that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ability has been defeated.

In such a short period of time, the supernatural body of immortality was eliminated, as expected of Mr. Iron Gut—the girl lowered her eyelashes and smiled softly.

Immediately afterwards, she remembered the ghost with apple-red pupils that she had seen under the tower.

He has things he wants to pursue, hobbies, and emotions that are thin but still real.

If it weren't for the information left by Mr. Dazai, it would be hard for her to imagine that it is not a human being, but a supernatural ability left in the world.

Is there any difference between human beings, ghosts and abilities?

But what is the different ability?

Her ability just appeared at the moment when it was just enough to save her own death crisis. The death of her parents taught her how to use it initially.

Although it brought painful memories, her abilities once protected her effectively.

However, in the fog, the river of life would still attack her—and Dun, who was resistant to the tiger, could hardly even withdraw his power.

She touched her heart.

Does the foreign object in her body that has coexisted with her for ten years have her own consciousness?

Is it really just because of the influence of the mist to attack the supernatural being after differentiation?

It's hard for her to be sure - after all, the demon who believes that supernatural powers are the source of disasters can live in peace and cooperate with crime and punishment in the fog.

...the devil.

He is contradictory and dangerous.He believed in the existence of a god above all else, but arbitrarily decided what to do for the imaginary god.

The hidden Gogol, the conspiracy brewing in the dark, the five evils of heaven and man whose members are unknown, and the plot against the "book"...

And what meaning did the words he said to her before he left——

All the unresolved things are like a glimmer of obscurity looming in the twilight of the sky, carrying the coldness and oppression of the coming wind and rain, from the other side of the horizon, towards her standing on the seaside of Yokohama, towards the fog behind her Dispersed city advances.

And there was a loud noise behind him.

Having just been released from the filthy form, Nakaya was holding on to his weak state, and had an elementary school student-level confrontation with Dazai, who seemed to have torn his wounds and was screaming exaggeratedly in pain. To stop but helpless.

At this moment, the girl thought purely and happily——No matter what, for everyone and this city, with everyone together, there is still a way to do everything.

She no longer looked into the distance, but turned around, pressed two elementary school students who were arguing endlessly, and went to the car to check her body.

Zhongye's condition is not very good, but he doesn't care about it, saying that he just needs to rest for a few days.

Dazai's wound was indeed torn open.

But when dealing with the injury, this restless guy sternly refused to be cut off as a bandage for his body. Gan Cha, who was so angry that he wanted to let him go, tied a bandage around his neck with the so-called body. Huge bow.

Soon he fell into a deep sleep, and the others carefully put the mafia cadre and the coordinates provided by the girl, and the hat and coat they had picked up, into another car, waiting for the Hong Kong|Black people to respond.

The matter was basically resolved, and Gancha felt relieved.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of the waves not far away, the exhaustion caused by the busy day and night suddenly surged up.

The girl couldn't help feeling a little drowsy, and leaned against the back of the chair, yawning slightly.

Dazai beside him was still full of energy.

He was lying on the edge of the car window, the bow on the back of his neck fluttering in the wind.

The young man was happily pulling the supernatural being in the wind, asking to do it again, without the belt, and the innocent member of the secret service department was so fooled by him that his eyes were dizzy, and he almost agreed.

Gan Cha thought it was funny and didn't stop it.

"Don't add unnecessary workload to us, Dazai-kun."

Ango Sakaguchi, who arrived in time, immediately stopped Dazai's shameless behavior, "I'm very busy right now."

To block news, appease the public, calculate losses, submit reports, and hold meetings to decide on solutions... What everyone in the Secret Service Section has to face is simply a mess that couldn't be worse.

His eyes stayed on the huge bow for a second, and he complained, "Dazai-kun, your shape is too unique."

"Yo, Ango, you're here."

Dazai greeted him naturally, and got out of the car with Gancha.

Ango Sakaguchi broke the Mianmian in his hand and drank it all in one gulp, put the empty bottle in the hand of his subordinate, asked the other party to throw it away for him, and walked towards the two of the detective agency.

He straightened his glasses and said seriously:

"Miss Hai Laoze, you should stop Dazai-kun's willful behavior once in a while, it's not okay to spoil him like this."

"I don't."

Gancha feels that this point needs to be clarified—she really thinks that this is still within the tolerable range, at least Mr. Dazai does not want to do extreme sports without protection at high altitude.

She glanced at the small bottle in the hand of the guard Ango Sakaguchi who was blowing bubbles, and wondered whether she should also have a bottle.

Noticing her movement, Dazai raised his eyebrows.

"Drinking that kind of thing will make your hairline recede."

Leaning against the car door, he said leisurely, "Let Ango do everything."

Ango Sakaguchi glared at him with dark circles in his eyes.

Then he sighed, but did not refuse.After briefly discussing a few matters that need to be dealt with urgently, he thought for a while and said to the girl: "Everyone in the detective agency is safe."

"I couldn't get in touch with you, so they came to me after they returned to the agency and asked me to convey it."

Gan Cha exhaled and laughed.

There was no signal in the fog, and her phone's battery died, so she couldn't communicate with anyone else.

Although she believed that everyone would be fine, she didn't really feel relieved until the moment the news was confirmed.

"Did you hear that? It's all right now."

Dazai stuffed her back into the car and got in himself, "Ango will wait for the little man's subordinates here, let's go back."

He poked his head out of the window with a smile on his face, waved his hand to Ango Sakaguchi, and after receiving an angry look, he sat back and leisurely used the fluffy bow tie as a pillow.

The driver received the instructions and started the vehicle.

Dazai looked at Gancha, smiled and said, "If Gancha is sleepy, just sleep for a while."

Not long ago, the girl was still competing against others in a world-class arena, and suddenly received bad news.

Then I worried about the safety of the president and tried to find a way to return to Yokohama; after solving the CCP virus, I continued to contact all parties and run around in the fog because of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Others, more or less, have the opportunity to wait for work, but she has not rested for more than three days and two nights, and has been carrying out high-intensity thinking and actions without interruption, coupled with her rare and intense mood swings that have always been extremely stable. —— These days, it's really hard for her.

"Other things, just leave it to me."

he said softly.

The vehicle is driving smoothly, and the fleeting scenery on the street brings a sense of tranquility and dizziness.

After the mind relaxes, the drowsiness begins to slowly erode consciousness.

The young man's deep and pleasant voice sounded beside him, and in the quiet carriage, it was even more like a lullaby.

Gan Cha tried hard to resist the drowsiness, and looked up at him.

"Ranbu is still there—"

She said, "The old apartment building next to the Yokohama Theater..."

"I'll let Dunjun pick it up."

Dazai replied, "I've already found a hiding place for the remaining medicine in Majin's hands."

"Don't think about anything else."

He raised his hand and blocked the girl's eyes.

Knowing her character, the young man didn't directly put his hand on it, but just placed it in front of her, blocking most of the light for her, "Go to sleep."

The young man's slightly higher body temperature was close to his eyes, and the air was warm in the extremely close distance between his palm and his eyes.

Through the narrow gap, she saw the slightly curly hair tips swaying slightly in the golden light of the setting sun, and the light passed through the scattered black hair, revealing a little uneven light and shadow thinly, plating on the youthful and handsome face.

The bridge of the nose is high and the lip line is soft.The iris-colored eyes staring at her contained a clear and warm light, as well as an extremely gentle smile.He spoke reassuring words in a soft voice.

Surrounded by such warmth, the girl felt more and more sleepy.

Her vision was a little blurry, but she suddenly thought of another thing.

Dazai's palm, which was not covered by the bandage, felt a tingling itch.

The girl still seemed to be trying her best to stay awake, her eyelashes fluttering a little sluggishly, like a little butterfly with wet wings.

"I took a car away and haven't returned it," she said.

Dazai froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"I'll ask Kunikida to return it."

He said maliciously, "If you go to Chuya, there will inevitably be scratches—"

"Let Kunikida get scolded, he's very experienced anyway."

——Those experiences are not because Mr. Dazai is always complained about.

Gan Cha couldn't help but hooked the corners of her lips, and was about to say something, but she was really sleepy.

She seemed to have said something, but she didn't seem to have said anything, she just felt that she was falling asleep in the scattered golden brown light and shadow.

The girl softly accused "too much", and then fell silent.

The little butterfly lowered its wings and landed in his palm softly.

Dazai smiled, and glanced at his palm resting in front of the girl's eyes.

Close but not close, just like the distance between him and her.

He has always been good at keeping such a distance from people, and he doesn't want to reach out and touch anything.

But now, such a distance is no longer enough for him.

"'Come to me' - this sentence, but you said it. "

He lowered his eyes and said something stubbornly and softly.

Then he stretched out his hand, and took the girl who was leaning on the back of the seat with an obedient and quiet sleeping face, and leaned on his shoulder.