Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

The young man stood alone on the rooftop, surrounded by the dark night that could swallow people up.

She just glanced there from a distance, and his eyes followed closely - he was always the quickest to find her traces in the crowd.

This was a fact that made her feel happy, but at this moment she had to hastily look away to avoid it.

But even if she wanted to take another look, it was already impossible.

The sounds of the city were getting closer, and the bustling and noisy sounds gradually surrounded her.

The flickering bustling lights are connected into a blurred piece during the march, and countless time and the past seem to be rushing away with it.

A strange melody came from a distant place, and the wind blowing towards my face blew out the fire in my heart.

She closed her eyes a little unbearably, but all kinds of thoughts rushed to her heart in an instant.

Jumping from such a high place, even he, would it be a little bit reluctant?Is he hurt?

What was he thinking when he saw her leave?

... And if she still has a chance to tell him that she actually believes in him.

Believe that he will always stand in front of her in the storm, believe that he will put her safety above everything else, believe that he will resist the torrent of fate for her.

——It's just that she is not the only one colliding with his justice now.

……

The headquarters of the Port Mafia, five buildings stand silently in the Yokohama night.

"...to escape from the bungalow where the crime happened, there are only two ways to break through the encirclement, the highway and the train track. Mr. Kunikida will not choose the train that may implicate others."

"The search radius is expanding outward at a rate of 50 kilometers per hour, and now it is more than 100 kilometers. They should be here by now."

In an office on the top floor, Gancha drew a circle with a pencil on the map spread out on the table, looked up at Zhongya, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhongya."

Nakaya, who was being treated by members of the medical department, turned his head, glanced at the location she pointed out, nodded and said:

"understood."

The subordinates waiting on the side put away the map for use in future actions.

Gan Cha sat back in the soft armchair, with an expression that seemed to be in a trance, and said softly:

"The hound troop should have been involved in the hunt by now... It hurts!"

There was a sudden pain on his forehead, Gancha stretched out his hand to cover it reflexively, opened his eyes wide as if waking up from a dream, and looked towards Zhongye, just in time to see a pair of bright cobalt blue eyes.

The red-haired young man sat aside with crossed legs in a very casual posture, looking at her with raised eyebrows.The hand that had touched her forehead had just been retracted, and she was tapping on the armrest with a relaxed mood.

"I know that too."

Zhong also replied nonchalantly.

He withdrew his gaze, raised his chin, and signaled: "Leave those things alone, come and bandage me."

Gan Cha frowned suspiciously: "?"

She couldn't help but look up at the doctor sitting on the other side.

The other party was obviously very alert, and before she could say anything, she got up immediately and retreated from the passage that everyone in the room gave way to.

The subordinates in black closed the gap and were as quiet as if nothing had happened, with a well-trained and calm appearance.

Gancha: "..."

"Huh?" Zhong also raised his eyebrows.

"……understood."

Gan Cha stood up helplessly, walked to the other side, and continued the work that man had just done.

The blood near the wound had already solidified and stuck to the glove, and the softening was only half done according to the steps.

Gan Cha was about to continue, when Zhong Ye said indifferently, "I'm in trouble", and tore it off without hesitation.

With a swipe, blood oozes from the wound again.

Looking at his gasp-inducing action, Gan Cha shook her head.

——This person simply felt that there was no need to treat such a wound.

She sighed, still held him down, applied the medicine carefully, and finally wrapped the hemostatic bandage.

Zhong is also very dissatisfied with this.

"How can I wear gloves like this?" he complained.

"Mr. Nakaya, just don't wear it, it just won't compress the wound."

Gan Cha glanced at him and replied.

Nakaya curled his lips, and decided to take off the thing that reminded him of the mackerel in his hand after he went out.

He glanced at the subordinates beside him, and the man in black immediately understood, expressing with his eyes that he would prepare spare gloves.

Pretending not to see their facial expressions, Gancha was about to put back the things she used, when the doctor who had just left in time walked in nonchalantly and began to pack up the scattered medical supplies.

Gancha: "..."

The subordinates are all so lively, what a good boss, Mr. Nakaya.

"Okay, I'll go get the rest of you back."

Nakaya picked up one of the hats and stood up.

Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the pale girl.

Among the men in black in a room, the girl in a somewhat loose dark green military uniform looked very out of place.

There was still a bit of blood stained on the shirt on her upper body, which dripped on her when he held the blade before.

Perhaps it was the plundering part of Mafia's nature that made him take everything that entered his territory as his own, or it might be because the girl's appearance was so different from the past that left him with too deep a feeling. impression.

With a little bit of displeasure, he arranged her subsequent itinerary very smoothly.

"While waiting for the news, let this guy check it out for you."

Nakaya pointed to the smiling doctor standing beside her with his hands down, then stared at the uniform on her body, and said without hesitation, "Then go change."

Gan Cha couldn't help but startled.

She paused for a moment, then quietly replied, "...OK."

Bright lights in the bathroom reflect everything in every detail.

The girl in the mirror was wearing a long black dress with checkered dark patterns, her eyes were full of sadness.

Gan Cha sighed, stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, coiled his long hair in an attempt to make himself look more energetic, turned and walked out.

Someone is already waiting outside.

Although they have never met before, the other party is already an old acquaintance of their detective agency.The blond-haired Higuchi Ichiyo stood in the middle of the room, seeing her coming out, his expression, which seemed to be distracted, suddenly became very serious.

She said seriously, "The leader wants to see you."

This was expected, Gan Cha nodded, and followed her out of the building belonging to Zhongya, passing through the guards with guns on guard, all the way to the door of the port mafia chief's office.

After Higuchi brought her there, he retreated respectfully, and she walked into the gorgeous room covered with deep red carpet.

Black-clothed and black-haired Hong Kong | The black leader is sitting in front of the window, facing the neon lights flowing in Yokohama at night, sipping tea leisurely.Hearing the sound of her entering the door, the man turned his face slightly and looked at her with those deep red eyes.

"This dress suits you very well."

Mori Ogai stared at the girl who walked in, and praised with a smile.

The long hair rolled up made her slender neck and beautiful collarbone unobstructed, and the thick black dress seemed to absorb all the light around her, making her skin as crystal clear as snow even more.

It just lacks the embellishment of the hair accessories, and it looks a bit too solemn-the Hong Kong|Black under his rule is not like this, Mori Ogai thought.

He smiled warmly, and stretched out his hand to indicate the empty seat on the other side of the table.After the girl sat down, he even held the pot and poured her a cup of black tea himself.

"Did Zhongye-kun go in time?" He pushed the teacup in front of her and asked kindly.

"Yes, thanks to Mr. Chuya."

Gan Cha thanked him, held his teacup, and replied calmly.

"If I want to say it, it should be thanks to you."

Mori Ogai said as if chatting, "I heard that there were three members of the Hound on that plane. If Chuya-kun confronts them, things will become difficult to end."

Gan Cha responded softly, waiting for him to get to the point.

"Since you sent the message, you should already understand your current situation, right?"

Sure enough, Mori Ogai did not disappoint her expectations.

"His Royal Highness Fukuzawa exchanged your right of ownership for Hong Kong|Black's protection of other detective agency members."

Mori Ogai looked at her with a smile, "Welcome to the Port Mafia, Mr. Gancha."

--coming.

She raised her eyelashes and said slowly but firmly, "Impossible."

"Oh?"

Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows.

At the moment when her personal freedom and safety are threatened, the president may hand her over to the port mafia, but he will never ignore her wishes and arbitrarily decide her future.

However, in front of Mori Ogai, she did not say these words that she would not be able to refute as long as the other party vetoed.

She just looked directly into the eyes of the mafia leader full of deep meaning, and said clearly:

"Because at any time, [River of Life] is not limited to such a price."

So even if there is a transaction, the content on the other side of the balance can only be "clearing suspicion for the detective agency."

And as long as the detective agency is no longer in the situation of being wanted, she no longer has to worry about danger and can freely choose where to go.

This is an untenable deal, a false promise made for her by the president who has always kept promises against principles and out of selfishness.

Mori Ogai smiled slightly.

Difficult, he thought.

Of course he understood the trick set up by the upright Fukuzawa Yukichi; and the girl in front of him not only had absolute trust and understanding of Fukuzawa, but also fully grasped the current situation.

"Looks like you've figured it out."

Mori Ogai said unhurriedly, "Then you should be able to understand that the port mafia's assistance to the detective agency ends here, right?"

"It's not like that."

Gan Cha said softly, "Mr. Sen should have seen it too. This is the devil's plan."

"It's impossible for the detective agency to be the only one involved." She said, "Sooner or later, this war will also affect Hong Kong | Black."

"Indeed."

Mori Ogai nodded, but then asked back, "But so what?"

At least for now, the port mafia is still alive and well.And now that they are aware of the crisis, they must be able to protect themselves, but the detective agency has come to an end at this time.

All he wanted to remind her was that, whatever the future held, if the Mafia left the detective agency members alone now, they would be thrown unprotected into the raging seas of the storm.

"So, what do you want?"

Don't go around in circles with him anymore, Gan Cha asked bluntly.

"It's simple."

Mori Ogai replied with a smile, "In our mafia, everything can be exchanged for contributions to the organization."

"The future of the members of the detective agency depends on how hard you work."

Gancha fell silent.

Sen smiled and rubbed the handle of the teacup, quietly waiting for her response.

Whether the deal with Fuze can be established depends on the girl's own wishes.

That's why he said to Fuze on the other end of the phone that day, maybe he would not be able to coax this girl well in the future-this sentence did not mean that she knew the content of the transaction and was angry with Fuze, but that she I was locked in the promise I made and couldn't get out.

There was a knock on the door, which sounded like an agreed signal.

Mori Ogai frowned, and put down his teacup.

"You still have time to think."

He said as if he was very considerate, "Mr. Zhongye has rescued the other members of the detective agency and brought them to our secret stronghold."

The girl suddenly raised her head.

"Let's go, you probably can't wait."

He smiled and stood up, leading the girl out of the office.

"Miss Gancha!"

"Gancha! Great, you're fine!"

In the simple underground facility, the members of the detective agency who had just escaped from the pursuit heard the sound at the door and turned around vigilantly.

His clothes were stained with blood, and he looked tired and panicked, but when he saw a familiar figure, Yosano, Tanizaki and Kenji all smiled happily.

But the girl's footsteps running towards them stopped.

"...Where's Kunikida-san?"

All the blood on her cheeks disappeared in an instant, she froze on the spot, the chill couldn't stop spreading in her heart, she asked tremblingly, "He—"

The expressions on the faces of the three froze instantly.

After a while, Yu Xie Ye walked towards her and gently held her in his arms.

"In order to stop that Suehiro-san's pursuit, Kunikida pulled the bomb in front of him, blew himself up and crashed the plane."

"------"

There was a blank buzzing in the ears.

This is a nightmare.

Gan Cha thought in a daze.