Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

The blue glow of the moon shines through the unshielded windows, reflecting the silk wallpaper walls and scarlet velvet bed curtains, reflecting the intricate and luxurious satin light of the room.

Gan Cha sat on the head of the bed, staring at the little glimmers of light penetrating into the gap of the unsecured bed curtain, floating and jumping like fish, and his mood fluctuated like ocean waves for a while.

It has only been five or six hours since she was taken away from Yuanyue, but the joyous sound of the Yueshang Festival seems like a lifetime ago.

If these things hadn't happened, she should be in the Pole Star House by now, surrounded by close friends, toasting the successful end of the last year's school festival.

Then the president will come to Yuanyue to pick her up, and she will investigate with everyone.

Even if we still have to face the current situation, at least at the moment when the wind and rain happen, we are all together.

She closed her eyes, and the light spots were still jumping in the dark horizon, like various fragments that kept flashing back in her mind.

The president is now in the Hound's underground detention center, is there anything wrong?Did Ranpo and Mr. Po meet up?

The message he sent her—no matter where he was, he would come to her—had he already expected her wavering?That's why I said that.

What he wanted to tell her was that even if she really went to the hound, he would bring her and everyone out together, so don't be afraid no matter what.

...However, even if Ranpo-sama is omnipotent, it will still be hard work, so it's fine now.

Mr. Dazai's past records were recovered by the devil, and the whereabouts of Mr. Dazai after handing over to the police, even the mafia failed to find out.

But she knows.In order to solve the root of everything, he once again gave himself as a bargaining chip, just to go where their most dangerous enemy is.

Moreover, he must have left information about the incident somewhere, but now she has no clues.

Gan Cha couldn't help but sighed.

Akiko, Tanizaki and Kenji moved to a place where Tachihara Michizao could not find out, and now they are safe for the time being.But there is no news about Mr. Odasaku, Atsushi and Kyoka; and Mr. Tianshan, the clerks, and everyone related to them are probably under strict surveillance by the military and police.

...and, that person who was also at the center of the explosion.

She had clearly made a choice to annihilate in the night the love that had lingered in her heart for two years.

And there are so many things she needs to consider, the explosion should not have too much impact on him who has undergone strengthening surgery.

The girl bent her legs, put her chin on her knees, and thought dazedly, but she still wanted to see how he was doing now.

However, she didn't even have a picture of him - and probably never would.

The sudden incident completely disrupted her life.

Family members, companions, and friends were all separated overnight, and she entered other organizations, calling someone other than the president the leader.

Even if it was her own choice, she chose to stay in a fixed place and become a lighthouse that her companions could easily find—but there was no one around her now.

A bewildered feeling of drowsiness hit her, and blankness and panic spread in her heart.

A voice from nowhere was asking her abruptly—what are justice and fairness, things worth protecting and evils that must be eradicated?

The members of the detective agency once burned their lives to protect the city, but now they are betrayed by what they protect, and become evil in the eyes of the world.

Hunted by groups that once worked together, they stand against the very society they want to protect.

All the hardships and sacrifices in the past are easily erased with just a page.

Glory and praise vanished, and everything that was held can be easily annihilated and subverted.

Everyone in the detective agency is innocent, and those who are deceived by the "pages" are only performing their duties.

So who is at fault?

...is a "book", a world easily deceived by a "book".

...and "book" is a supernatural item.

In the vortex born in the void, a thought suddenly emerged, a thought that rang in his mind like a bell.

——Things like abilities do not bring happiness to people, but only distort reality at will, turning the world into an abnormal appearance.

——Actually, it should not exist in the world.

In Meursault on the other side of the ocean, someone read slowly:

"Instigate her family and friends, cut off her social ties."

"Help her when she's alone and helpless, and then she'll die."

The black-haired young man with a beautiful face smiled softly:

"I said—I'll let you see."

Gan Cha frowned uncomfortably.

How could she have such an idea?

What should not exist in the world is definitely not supernatural powers, but the selfishness of using supernatural powers to do evil!

But the temple seemed to have been struck violently, and there were chaotic black star spots in front of his eyes.

She couldn't move, the buzzing sound mixed with the eerie announcement, echoing in the empty bedroom and in her chaotic mind, the occasional flash of vigilance was so weak that it could hardly be conveyed to heart.

Everything around her turned into a spinning turbine, involving all her senses.

In an instant, all the extravagant and gorgeous decorations were pressed against her, and she seemed to have turned back into that young and frightened child, walking alone on the magnificent dark corridor.

At the end of the corridor, waiting for her was a strange but familiar figure. The black-haired young man smiled and stretched out his hand towards her. His blood-colored lips opened and closed, as if saying:

"Glad you understand-"

"Clap-"

There was a sudden sound of breaking glass.

The night wind poured in from the broken place, and the stagnant, almost viscous air in the room flowed again.

Gan Cha raised his head in bewilderment, and a ferocious black shadow rushed into the thick curtain.

A bright blue flash fell on her knees, and then the black shadow disappeared without a trace, as if everything just now was just her illusion.

But the bed curtain is still fluttering uncomfortably, and the slightly cool touch on the lap is also very real.

Under the night, the sapphire shines with a clear and bright brilliance, like a transparent lake in the flickering silver-blue moonlight.

The flowing brilliance came into view, like the wind dispelling the gloom, dispelling all the drowsiness in the brain.

Gancha couldn't help but startled.

She stretched out her hands, and carefully held the turquoise blue lake water in her hands. The thin black satin ribbon slid across her skin, bringing an unspeakable itchiness.

This is--

The girl was speechless for a while, but finally she lowered her head and smiled.

"I really lost to him."

She said softly helplessly.

What she holds in her hand is the sapphire bolo tie that Dazai usually wears.

"hello."

Although he had only been here for less than 2 minutes, the young man with slightly curly black hair seemed very contented.

He sat on the edge of the bed in a leisurely posture, raised his hand, and easily greeted Fyodor, who was facing him with a slightly dazed expression, in a secret language decided on the spur of the moment: "The plan is not going well, right? Then I can rest assured."

"you--"

Fyodor paused, and responded softly with the encrypted code that he had analyzed, "I remember, you agree."

"Didn't I tell you?"

Dazai smiled and spread his hands, "I'm not such a cruel man."

Fyodor raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You seem to be doing the same thing," he said.

"...that can't be confused."

Dazai's smile was the same as usual, and he stared at the other party's eyes, but it looked extremely deep.

Fyodor closed the pages of the book, shook his head slightly puzzled, and stopped talking.

All the lamps in the bedroom were turned on, and the room was full of guards in black.

Gancha put on a long coat over her petticoat, quietly hid the Poirot tie in her sleeves, and quietly answered the questions of the people who came to take care of her situation.

When a cadre's new partner is attacked in the Mafia's headquarters building, it's not something that can be dismissed in a flash.

When the noise was heard, the guard on duty in the corridor had already broken open the door and rushed in, and Zhong also arrived soon.

He frowned, and stood in front of the broken glass window, looking at the shape of the crack.

He came too hastily, he didn't put on his hat, and his ochre-colored hair was extremely dazzling in the bright light.

The young man turned his head and asked, "Who do you say is the enemy?"

A slight smile floated on the girl's lips.

Although she didn't see it clearly at the time, in retrospect, that black shadow should be the black beast of Rashomon.

She remembered that on the Fortress, before Fyodor was taken away, he had said to her "I will let you understand", which was about now.

——When her life was subverted and she entered Hong Kong|Black alone, she used "loneliness" as a precondition and used "pages" to distort her thoughts.

Mr. Dazai anticipated this, so he handed over the bow tie to Akutagawa in advance, and delivered it to her when she placed an order or something went wrong, breaking the constraints of the "pages" by breaking the preconditions.

The ribbon in the sleeve was wrapped around the wrist, and the girl's fingertips gently stroked the round surface of the gemstone.

The temperature was obviously cold, but at this moment, it was like a beating heart, sending warmth to her continuously.

She is certainly not alone.

Because there is a once lonely star that has fallen into her hands involuntarily at this moment, illuminating the dark world.

How should I say this, Gan Cha thought with a sigh.

However, at this moment, facing Chuya's questioning gaze, she suppressed the surging thoughts in her heart, raised her head and replied:

"It's Hawthorne."

"A priest who used to be a "combination", and later a helper of the devil, a masked assassin who released viruses when fighting together. "

She said, "It was [Scarlet Letter]'s blood bomb that broke the window, so I'm sure it was him."

The second half of the sentence is of course not true, it is just a cover-up for Akutagawa.

She could see that this was not the only task that Mr. Dazai entrusted to Akutagawa, and at this time he was still dormant waiting for the opportunity, far from the moment when he would be exposed to everyone.

But the situation was urgent, neither Akutagawa nor she had time to destroy the attack marks on the glass, as long as you observe carefully, you can find the truth, so she used the [Scarlet Letter] with the same ability to cover up people's eyes and ears.

But Hawthorne's appearance here is certain.

He is the so-called "abnormal" who ordered Akutagawa to take action.

"However, I don't know why I didn't continue after I missed a hit—maybe I saw someone coming."

Gan Cha said casually.

——Because Hawthorne didn't come to kill her in the first place, but came to take her away who was controlled by the demon man's order.

When "Book Page" controlled her, he waited in the sky, waiting for her to open the window and leave with him.

Akutagawa, who was on standby somewhere, spotted him, so he was able to make a timely move.

"Should have escaped by now."

She glanced at the vast night sky outside the window, and calmly said the final conclusion.

Under her guidance, the attack that caused quite a stir ended in such a muddled way.

After changing the residence and strengthening the nearby guards, it was a surprise that Nakaya finally accepted the need for Tachihara Michizao to exist as a guard—not that he kept vigil for her, but that he really couldn't keep an eye on her safety at any time.

After the crowd dispersed, Gan Cha took out the tie hidden in his sleeve and sat at the table for a long time before putting it away and going to sleep.

In the second half of the night, there was no wind or rain, and it was quiet and peaceful.

In the night sky in the dream, there is also a bright blue star shining.