Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

On the morning of the same day in Yokohama, Kunikida Doppo was conducting an investigation while looking for his missing partner on the bustling streets.

This man born under the disaster star, who had brought him countless troubles within a few days of joining the company, refused to work hard even at the critical moment of the bomb threat.He skipped the discussion meeting in the club on this matter early in the morning - he was also prepared for this, so it wasn't really a problem.But this attitude, this attitude is simply—!

When the person was found, the other party was sitting in an antique cafe, chatting in a good atmosphere with the victim of the consecutive disappearance of visitors who had been rescued the day before yesterday.

——Even made the matter of his Kunikida Doppo a talking point.

"Hey, Dazai."

Hearing this, the veins in the back of Kunikida's head twitched, and he slammed on the head with the messy black hair: "Don't skip work here! I have important things here, so you come with me."

Saying goodbye to Ms. Sasaki Nobuko, Osamu Dazai rubbed his head and followed Kunikida slowly: "What are you going to do, Kunikida-kun? That Ms. Sasaki is not only a psychologically traumatized victim, but also a well-known A criminological researcher, a young associate professor with extraordinary abilities? She is willing to help us, so is it really okay to just pull me away without any reason?"

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here,"

Kunikida walked ahead quickly, and opened his notebook to confirm the information: "Our reinforcements are coming soon. Ms. Kancha's flight departs from Tokyo Station at 4:5 in the morning and will arrive at Yokohama Station in [-] minutes. In order to find you , the estimated departure time has been delayed by [-] minutes—”

Dazai's words froze for a moment.Finally he said in his usual frivolous tone:

"...Eh? At a time like this, instead of investigating, go to the station to pick up people? I'd be happy to do things like pity, but this doesn't seem to be Kunikida-kun's proper behavior. It's occupied by ghosts in the abandoned hospital. Did you lose your body? If Kunikida-kun has become like this, you might be an earth-shattering pervert.”

"What ghosts are you talking about in broad daylight... No, not at night! In short, you will know people when you see them. As long as she is there, the bomb can be found immediately."

So Osamu Dazai met that person.

The girl stood in the cold white light of the station, her skin was so incredibly white that it almost melted into the light.Her long smoky purple hair fell down, making her look as if she was shrouded in mist.

"Miss Gancha!"

Kunikida Doppo's voice broke the illusion that the flow of people could not affect.

The girl raised her clean face, and her pair of rich, vine-purple eyes were reminiscent of the stable and shining morning star above the sky.

She smiled slightly: "Please come and pick me up, Mr. Kunikida—and this... ah, this is a new member, Mr. Dazai, right? This is the first time we meet, please take care of me from now on."

Gan Cha extended his hand to the tall, thin black-haired youth in front of him in a friendly manner.

Then it was immediately held tightly.

An inconceivable expression appeared on the exquisite and handsome face of the other party: "Hey, hey? Are you kidding me, there is such a cute girl in the club? Is it called Gancha, even the name is so sweet--she is really a beauty like mist from the sky Ah, I wonder if you are willing to die in love with me?"

"..." Gan Cha showed an indescribable expression.She calmly withdrew her hand and said politely, "I will pass on your opinion to the president."

"?" The other party tilted his head, his expression was cute and puzzled.

"The president is Miss Gancha's guardian—you slutty guy who can only get zero points in the qualification test! I regret it, and I shouldn't have brought you here with me."

Kunikida Doppo punched him, told him to go aside, pulled the suitcase by himself, and walked to the parking place with Gancha: "I heard that Miss Gancha is going to participate in the cooking competition. Are the preparations going well? ?”

"That went so well," Gan Cha replied easily, "I almost laughed out loud when I saw the topic, curry cuisine—I'm too experienced in this. Even the people who try it are ready-made."

"Ah, as much as he says, he will be happy to eat it, but is it true that the degree of spiciness he likes can't be too much?"

"As long as I serve a work that I am satisfied with, it doesn't matter what the competition is."

The girl said casually: "Cooking is something that satisfies the people around you first."

The conversation between the two, as if they were playing charades, unexpectedly did not attract any inquiries.

Kunikida walked a few steps, felt someone's unusual silence, turned to call him, but saw Osamu Dazai staring at Gancha's back with a dazed expression on his face.

He frowned, and was about to say something, when the other party came over with a flirtatious smile as usual: "What? Is Miss Gancha good at cooking? Ah, I don't know if I'm lucky enough to taste your work, by the way Mention I like crabs—"

... How dare you say it, you who just invited someone to die in love just now.

"I'm sorry to call you back from Tokyo urgently, but Mr. Ranpo and the others don't have time to come back from Kyushu before sunset. We really need your help."

Walking to the public car in the company, Kunikida drove Dazai, who was eager to drive, to the co-pilot, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car.

"Hey, what about helping, Kunikida-san is still so polite——"

Gan Cha crossed his legs and sank into the black leather seat. Looking at the passing street scene outside the car window, even his voice was leisurely and erratic: "With me here, there is no need to work around. Just let Let’s have a good time in Kyushu for a few days. Ranpo has always wanted to eat the hot spring eggs and chicken buns there. By the way, I also really want to eat Hakata’s ramen. I’ll try it at night. Let’s make pork bone soup at noon Get ready... the two of you will stay in the club for dinner tonight?"

Dazai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Kunikida with the excited eyes of watching a movie, waiting for his reaction.

"Ah, it's very exciting. No, it's better to say that I miss—not only me, but everyone misses your craftsmanship very much. Even the owner of the coffee shop downstairs often sighs. When they heard that you came back today, they immediately sent The space reserved for you in the kitchen has been cleared."

Kunikida stared at the traffic light ahead, and replied calmly.

"Well, everyone is really enthusiastic."

"That's what it should be."

"...Kuni, Kunikida-kun, you don't have amnesia, right?" Dazai's eyes are very complicated at the moment, "Did you hit your head? Or is it really related to ghosts, and you have to go to the temple to find someone to exorcise you? Or I'll go get a handful of beans later—"

"Huh? What are you talking about, Dazai, and I told you not to mention ghosts anymore!"

"Ah, do you still remember this... Well, did you just forget about the bomb? Sigh, how could such a reminder of "it's time to work" come out of my mouth..."

"Oh, you know that too? If you say such things, you will be dirty. Miss Gancha will find the bomb soon, so you don't need to say such things."

"........."

Dazai glanced at the back seat, and suggested in a low voice with a volume that could be heard by all three of them, "Let me tell you, it doesn't have to be like this at all? You don't need to be flattering to your boss's children, Kunikida-kun. But a noble person who sticks to his ideals?"

"Ah? What the hell are you doing? Everything I say is true." Kunikida stared at him strangely.

"Hahaha, Mr. Dazai is actually very good at joking, isn't he?" On the contrary, Amcha in the back seat was amused, "Mr. Kunikida didn't tell you about me, did he? Mr. Dazai's questions are almost overflowing. "

"Yeah, I really don't understand—Kunikida-kun, who has been yelling anxiously since yesterday, is now talking about dinner leisurely. It can be included in the world's top ten wonders. Or is there something Miss Gancha can see through at a glance? The power of the truth?"

"Hey, do you already know the ability of Ranpo? I'm not that genius. But if you find a bomb, my supernatural ability is still very useful."

"Eh? Can you tell me about it?"

"'River of Life', my superpower,"

Gancha has no intention of hiding this, and explained: "When the ability is activated, the life trajectory of everyone or things in the field of vision, from the past to the future, can be displayed in front of me in the form of a river."

"river?"

Gancha smiled: "Does it sound a bit abstract? However, a lot of information can be inferred from the length, width, flow direction and color of the river. It can also be used through media such as photos and videos. So as long as I use my ability, I can easily Easily pinpoint where the explosion is going to happen."

Osamu Dazai was thoughtful: "In this case, I can roughly imagine...but I still have some doubts. Regarding the trajectory of life in the future——"

He stretched out his voice, and stretched his head back, his eyes were shining brightly: "Can you even see the time of death? Then please Miss Gancha to look at me, when will my life be dead?" The river can stop flowing, I hope that is tomorrow!"

"........."

Gancha instinctively leaned back to avoid the head with soft black hair approaching suddenly.However, the space inside the car was small after all, and those iris-colored eyes still met her gaze.

Beneath the glowing anticipation, there seemed to be something layered and surging, something that would almost overwhelm her even if she couldn't understand it.

"Dazai!" Kunikida Doppo shouted in a threatening low voice.

"What's the matter, Kunikida-kun?"

"—You are not allowed to say such nonsense in front of Ms. Gancha." Kunikida said, "And your supernatural power is nullified, so you can't do this kind of thing."

"Isn't that possible through photos and videos? Try it, Ms. Gancha?" Dazai pouted.

"..."

Gan Cha looked at the young man who was blinking and acting coquettishly at her, and said slowly: "Are you sure? I might say 80 years later. After all, only I can see it, and the answer depends on my mood?"

"...80 years." Dazai showed a disgusted expression, "Evil, it is simply the most terrible curse, even if it is a lie, I don't want to hear it—"

He sat back languidly: "Okay, I won't ask. So back to the topic—the future track seen by Ms. Gancha, is the result that will appear based on the current situation? For example, this time Bomb. At present, everyone does not know where the bomb was placed, so as long as Ms. Gancha sees the building that is dying of life, she can be sure that it is the scene of the explosion."

Sure enough, this is quite a sharp man.

She nodded: "Yes. But if someone has discovered the bomb now, has the ability and decides to dismantle it, then everything will be calm and nothing will happen. But then the problem has been solved, and the president doesn't have to call me back."

"Well, Ms. Kancha is really reliable, no wonder even the stubborn Kunikida-senpai has become easy to talk~"

Gan Cha smiled, stopped making a sound, and leaned back on the seat with his eyes closed.In the rearview mirror, all she could see was her long, pale, calm eyelashes.