Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

It was a dark and cramped room.There are no windows, and the only light source comes from three computer screens on a long table next to a rough concrete wall.

The thin and thin young man curled up on the chair, biting his fingers, as if he was staring blankly at the jumping data on the screen.However, the blue light flickering on the screen was reflected in his grape red eyes, converging into a dark and treacherous deep purple.

Suddenly there was some strange fluctuation in the air behind him.

In the vortex formed by the white cloak, a silver-haired young man suddenly appeared.His hat is dotted with jagged triangles, and his collar is painted with diamond-shaped squares, which looks like a magician; while the green and white striped trousers, and the long and pointed toe caps, are the clothes of a clown .

Fyodor, who was sitting in a chair, slowly turned his head to look at him.

The young man shook his cloak, his golden eyes curved into happy arcs, the corners of his lips were raised high, revealing a deliberately exaggerated smile, he looked around and greeted happily.

"Yo, Doth,"

As if the crampedness and shabbyness of this room did not exist, he said cheerfully: "It seems that even if you change places, you are still living quite well~"

"Good evening, Nikolai."

Fyodor did not respond to the half-true greeting.He looked at each other gently and asked, "How is the situation?"

The silver-haired youth, Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol, blinked his beautiful golden pupils, covered his lips with his right hand wearing a dark red glove, and made an exaggerated expression that something bad happened.

"It sucks!"

He said in a tone that seemed to be full of little stars: "That bottle of French wine is crying in the hound's prison now~ What a pity, it was sent there, maybe it will never come out for the rest of its life!"

"Hounds?"

Fyodor's expression changed, revealing a bit of surprise.

Although judging from the information he had collected about the girl's past involvement in police affairs, the girl acted steadily, in Zheng Shengqi's style, but she would also adopt flexible means when necessary, and it was not surprising to cooperate with any party.He was ready for the Detective Agency to join forces with Hong Kong and black, but how did the hounds get involved in this matter?

But soon a color appeared on his face.

"It's a combination." He said softly.

The members of the "combination" of the North American supernatural organization have obvious identities, and many of them are important figures in the military, political and business circles.Of course, what happened in the United States could not escape their intelligence network.

Presumably it is to maintain a mutually beneficial relationship with the Japanese government for emergencies, so pass this news that will not harm themselves through some channel, probably the embassy. number, you will definitely be vigilant.

"Unexpectedly—Fitzgerald still has the energy to pay attention to the news from the outside world."

Fyodor looked down at his fingers and exclaimed, "It seems that his daughter's condition is not too bad."

He thought of Fujimura Wataru who died at noon, and the mentally fragile wife of the leader of the group, the famous rich man Fitzgerald, and smiled slightly.

A loving father, now freed from the boundless sea of ​​suffering.And another father who loves his family -- his pain is just beginning now.

Gogol had already pulled an empty chair and sat down very comfortably, playing with a red and green ball in his hand.Hearing Fyodor's whisper, he stopped and added cheerfully:

"The things you didn't expect this time—isn't that the only thing?"

There was an inexplicable hint of excitement and provocation in his happy tone.Fyodor glanced at him calmly with his crimson eyes, and nodded in affirmation:

"Well, there are so many undercover agents in an organization. I really didn't think of it before, so I was chased in by undercover police officers and detectives. But so what?"

"Did you tell him your identity and the name of the medicine? So, are you planning to give up that batch of medicine?"

Gogol asked with a smile: "Oh, you have been hiding in Renye Karasuma for so long, and even the corpse of that monster was obtained for him—isn't it a pity that the effort fell short?"

"Revealing this information will not make things like that."

Fyodor said: "And his appearance is not a bad thing. Not only can he be used as a hostage, but he will also become my helper in collecting intelligence from the detective agency."

"Aren't you worried that he won't come back?"

"Do you think he will?" Fyodor asked with a smile.

The silver-haired youth shrugged, expressing that he was convinced.He raised his hand to close the cloak, and when he unfolded it again, there was already a stack of blank paper in his hand—it was something Fyodor had put on the long table.

Gogol flicked through the materials, and finally stopped at a page with a lot of blank space.As if showing a magic effect to the audience, he pinched the paper with his thumb and forefinger, and shook it lightly in front of Fyodor.

On the white paper, a girl with a beautiful face looked straight at the camera, showing a gentle smile that made people feel transparent.

"The information you want is actually just the girl's supernatural ability?"

Fyodor nodded.

The other members of the detective agency, regardless of whether there are detailed records in the official documents, as long as they reflect their performance when handling the commission, they can easily get detailed and complete information.But only the girl's ability is still unknown.

Being so secretive, is it possible that after being exposed, it may attract the government to monitor the mind control system, or the reality change system?But whether it's the information of the Ability Secret Service Department or the name of her ability, it sounds like the undoubted perception department.

As an important member of the two superpower organizations in Yokohama, if the ability cannot be clarified, it will affect future plans.

Maybe try that, though...

In short, he certainly wouldn't pin all his hopes on Toru Amuro.In order to find out the girl's abilities, he had replaced the bug on Kudo Shinichi's body a few days ago, and this time he even specially sent her a target to show her abilities - Cognac, who would not be able to protect himself after killing his collaborators. And let Gogol observe nearby.

However, the Hound's involvement complicates the situation.He quickly found Cognac, who planned the escape route with his help, and he is currently unable to make an accurate judgment on which party is responsible for it.And because the hound's perception ability is too strong, even Gogol, who has the ability of space system, needs to worry about being spotted by them, so he can't get close.

"Let's find something for the Hounds to do." Fyodor rested his chin and thought.

After stuffing the information back, Gogol boredly pinched the red pompom tied at the end of the braid, and then stood up from the chair.

"I don't care about that," he said. "You said before that the bottle of French wine was a bit of use—as planned, I'm going to give a show in the prison over there."

The black-haired young man closed his eyes and shook his head, stopping him.

"No, you don't have to go."

He chuckled slightly: "Fitzgerald's usual method is quite good."

"You mean—?"

Gogol raised his eyebrows and asked, "In this case, it is impossible to hide the other transportation route from the detective agency."

"Even if you don't do that, as long as you know that I am helping the organization, the people in the detective agency will think about it."

Fyodor said slowly: "That's why your existence cannot be exposed."

Gogol looked at him, with a smile showing a bit of madness in his crooked eyebrows.

Fyodor smiled to appease his displeased companion who felt that his freedom was restricted:

"Wait for a while. Before the performance, you also need to have time to prepare, don't you?"

It was nearly midnight when Toru Amuro returned to the Armed Detective Agency.The manager of the coffee shop downstairs and his wife in a headscarf are locked up. When they saw him, they smiled and nodded to greet him.

But the detective agency is still brightly lit.In the office illuminated by incandescent lights, scattered executives were eating supper and doing private affairs. He and the new one who came to greet him walked through the leisurely atmosphere and entered the spacious lounge decorated in an improved Japanese style.

There were only two people there, Ebi Sawa Kancha who accepted the commission, and a young man named Osamu Dazai.The two sat face to face around the tea table, playing trick cards with great interest.

"Mr. Dazai, cheating is prohibited."

The purple-haired girl raised her slender eyebrows, rolled up the sleeves of her kimono, and reached out to press the pile of cards on the table: "You want to get back the four of diamonds from here, and then plan to trick me into taking this four in the next round, which is impossible to match!" The right card, so as to offset the disadvantage of holding a fake card?"

"But Amcha-chan, the use of abilities is also prohibited."

The young man whose intentions had been exposed swayed leisurely.The air-conditioning was not turned on in the room at night, so he took off his sand-colored long coat, and only wore a light-colored vertical-striped shirt and a black vest, looking very refreshing.

"Isn't it because Mr. Dazai has been deceiving people from the very beginning?" the girl retorted.

"After all, Gancha Jiang is an opponent with equal eyesight."

The young man answered without hesitation: "If you want to win, you have to devise tricks in advance~"

Shinichi showed a helpless expression.

It was he and Hai Lao Ze Gancha who were playing the joke card game.They are waiting for the city police forensic test results, the Hound's interrogation report, and Toru Amuro who has not yet returned.However, not long ago, Dazai, who had been absent from work for a long time, leisurely appeared in the club and joined their games.

Just as the girl said, Dazai started cheating from the first game, turning the game of killing time upside down.After three rounds, Shinichi withdrew altogether, leaving the two supernatural beings, who had memorized all the scratches on the cards at a glance, to intrigue by themselves.

Gancha glared at Dazai, ignored him, and turned to Toru Amuro at the door.

"Mr. Amuro, you're back." The girl smiled charmingly, "How are you doing?"

Amuro was taken aback when he received the unexpected cordial greeting.

Dazai, who was leaning on the back of the sofa, narrowed his eyes.

A relaxed smile soon appeared on Toru Amuro's face.He sat down and replied:

"The intelligence dealer over there knows my identity, but there is no serious problem for the time being."

Gancha: Ah, the problem is serious.

"Anshi-san."

Dazai asked with a smile, "What news did you get from the intelligence dealer?"

Toru Amuro glanced at the smiling detective agency duo, and after hesitating for a while, he confessed everything straightforwardly.

……

"It turned out to be him?"

Dazai showed a somewhat unexpected alert expression: "Majin Fyodor."

"The devil?"

Gancha thought for a while: "I've heard of this name before. It's the leader of the underground supernatural organization "Rats of the Dead House"—"

It is said that this person is also behind the dragon war.

The two looked at each other, and almost immediately identified the target of the devil - the medicine developed by the flesh and blood of the supernatural being.

Probably when he first assisted the black organization, the devil regarded this drug as something in his pocket, right?

Just as the two of them came to their common conclusion, the girl's cell phone rang suddenly.

She glanced at the caller ID and answered the call in front of the three of them.

"Mr. Jono?"

Tiao Ye Caiju over there always had a smiling voice, which rarely revealed a hint of helplessness.

"The Russian embassy put pressure on the Supernatural Secret Service and came here just now to take the person away."

The author has something to say: I counted, it’s time to peel a layer of onion

The happy and rebellious clown makes an appearance, and one party is still disconnected

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: Did you grow 5 bottles today; thank you baby! ! -3-