Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

After arranging the evacuation of the remaining Hong Kong|Black people, Zhongya returned to the hideout expressionlessly, and after entering the door, he put a diamond hair ornament on the table in front of Mori Owai.

It was given to Gancha by Mori Ogai as a gift and token for entering the organization.After he returned to the office, the figures of those two people had disappeared, leaving only this shining delicate jewelry on the table.

Seeing the returned gift, Mori understood.

However, even without this, as long as he saw the appearance of Chuya when he entered the door, and the fact that there was no other person by his side, he already understood the general process of the matter.

The black-haired man smiled calmly at Shangzhong, and raised his hand to stop him from speaking: "No need to say more, Mr. Zhongya."

"You did nothing wrong in this matter."

As Koyo Ozaki raised his eyebrows slightly, Mori said, "It is extremely unwise to have a conflict with the detective agency and the one with the Hound at this time."

"Besides, she has made up her mind to go. Even if it is not today, she will try to leave in the future. It may cause even greater losses to the organization."

"The way you let her go is a reasonable consideration to reduce losses."

Zhong Ye paused slightly.

After receiving such an evaluation, he almost doubted how much he had contributed to the organization.

He didn't think about those things, and he made that choice only because of selfishness.

Everything is just selfishness.

"but--"

Mori Ogai opened his mouth again with some playfulness, "Don't you think it's a pity, Chuya-kun?"

"I thought the two of you got along pretty well." He said with a smile.

Zhong also responded briefly, but did not answer.

But the answer in my heart is very clear.

——It goes without saying that there is a tacit understanding, but it is a pity.

How could it not be a pity, it is better to say that I start to regret now.

But there is no way.

If he didn't understand what she was after, if he didn't know her mood, if he didn't care about her, and didn't remember his original hope for her—then everything might be much easier.

……

Through Poe's novel ability, Gancha and Suehiro returned to the temporary stronghold of the detective agency.

As soon as she stood firmly on the ground, she was snatched from the arms of the young man by Akiko Yosano with a slightly eager expression. She looked up and down, as if she was afraid that she would be swallowed alive by some black-hearted doctor during her stay in the port mafia these days same.

However, when she found that Gancha was in good condition from top to bottom (Suehiro: Be careful, she still has a wound on her shoulder.), the black-haired female doctor suddenly showed a faint regret.

Through the clothes and bandages, Xie Ye touched the wound on the girl's shoulder and suggested, "Do you want to deal with it? Scars don't look good."

Gancha: "...that's unnecessary, thank you, Akiko."

And Xie Ye: "Tsk."

Not far away, Ranpo stood with the president, showing a familiar smile to her.

Looking at the companions around, the lover standing half a step behind, the heart that seemed to be floating in mid-air amidst the sudden upheaval, finally fell to the ground.

Gancha also laughed.

She finally returned to where she belonged, and the person she liked was by her side.

Although the incident is still unresolved, the light of hope is within reach.

Changing out of the overly port mafia-style black dress, Gancha sat at the table holding steaming black tea, and discussed with Ranpo their common doubts.

The disharmony entwined in the incident was gradually pulled out by the two detectives.

"The president didn't say anything more about the blessed land."

Ranpo relayed the scene of the conversation with the president to her, "The president just said—"At this point, fighting is inevitable."

"Is that so..."

Gan Cha pondered.

This is the president's decision, and it is their duty as the president's staff to thoroughly analyze the incident.

Mentioning the two people who parted ways, Gan Cha and Ran Bu looked at each other, and they both remembered the same thing.

That's Fukuji's grudge against the president, which was relayed by Atsushi.

Fukuchi hates the battlefield and thinks that the country caused the war, but he also hates the president who turned into filth and used killing to prevent the war.

——Is such logic reasonable?

"Another point."

Gancha frowned, recalling the conversation between Kaisaishang and Dostoevsky, thinking about his own logic of handling things.

"Fukuchi Sakura Chi, what method is he going to use to destroy the country?"

"The human army that is being built right now—isn't it very similar to that to unite and unify the human beings in various countries and the world?"

Gancha said, "I don't think a majin who is a theist -- even if he doesn't believe in a particular god -- would accept such an order."

Although it is a headache, the devil has a strong sense of belief. Even if it is the request of the leader of the organization, she does not think that he will violate her philosophy.

"You mean—the Tower of Babel?"

Ranbu immediately understood who she was referring to.

……

"It is said that after the great flood that destroyed the world, a group of people came to Shinar. They decided to build a tower that reached the sky and spread their names on the earth."

"But God saw the great deed."

Among Meursault in the distance, Dazai suddenly mentioned the famous religious legend in the Old Testament as if telling a story.

"He said, "Oh, what can I do? If this kind of thing can be done, won't they be able to do anything in the future? It won't work like this."

Dazai made a shocked gesture with a strange voice, and relayed the words of God in the Bible in a jk style.

"So God came to the world, confused their language, and scattered them all over the world. People couldn't understand each other, and the tower couldn't be built."

"—Because the human race was separated and scattered, that tower is called Babel."

The handsome and thin young man held his cheeks and smiled. After finishing the story, he looked back at him calmly, "What do you want to say?"

"Hmm - so isn't that weird?"

Dazai rested his fingers on his chin, and there was a happy light in his eyes.

"Since the will of the gods is to destroy the Tower of Babel, would a person like you do the exact opposite?"

He stared at his opponent on the other side, and asked with a smile, "What kind of future will the human army have?"

"No, it should be put like this - what kind of future have you arranged for the human army?"

The deep meaning in the words is ready to come out.

But the person on the other side shook his head noncommittally.

"You probably won't believe it, but I didn't do anything."

Fyodor touched his chest piously, and lowered his head slightly, "All I did was just the first light push."

"And for the rest, I just need to wait for the gods to hear my prayers."

Dazai raised his eyebrows.

As if he was tired of such fruitless conversations, he put his hands behind his back, leaned back, and sighed: "Ah——"

He pouted and complained, "It's boring! Mr. Fyodor, chatting with you is not fun at all. I want to leave."

The corners of Fyodor's lips curved slightly, and he smiled quietly.

"It's not time to go out, Dazai-kun?"

"Don't forget your purpose of coming here." He seemed to remind me very kindly, "Is it really okay to say such things without seeing through my external contact information?"

"It's not like that, is it?"

Dazai glanced at him with little interest, "I already understand that kind of thing. Isn't it just the way the books are arranged?"

Fyodor opened his eyes wide.