Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Finding Luanbu was very easy. Gancha did not spend much effort, and found Luanbu lying on the small square table in a daze in the small cubicle of the study.

Seeing the girl leaving behind the matter over there and looking for it, the detective immediately showed a smug smile on his face.

Although he didn't answer the question "What's the matter with you?", when the girl took his hand and wanted to take him back, he didn't resist, and happily followed.

Hearing Luanbu behind him complain energetically about the weather being too hot, the ice cubes melting too fast, their chatting noisy, the plums too sour, he needs to add more sugar next time, and the wind blowing the dust over, making his nose itchy. Agreed, while thinking, this should mean there is no problem, right?

The day after the cactus was planted, Seiichi Yukimura packed up his things and prepared to go to the accommodation.

The limousine that the young master Atobe Keigo sent to pick him up was black and shiny, with no scratches visible, almost as if it had been driven right out of the factory.Gancha stood at the door watching Yukimura talking to the driver, and for a moment wanted to activate the ability to see if the car was a newborn baby.

"See you later, then."

Yukimura Seichi handed the luggage to the driver, turned around and looked down at the girl who was thinking about something, and kindly reminded: "Remember to do your homework?"

"?Know it!"

Gan Cha rolled her eyes angrily, and muttered in a low voice, "You will rush me. Homework or something, isn't this something that my brother should do for me?"

Hearing the rare address, Seiichi Yukimura showed a very helpful smile, and then asked Shi Shiran: "Will Mr. Ranpo help you with your homework?"

"Who said that Luanbu is the elder brother?"

Gan Cha asked back without thinking.

Yukimura raised his eyebrows and looked over.

"I'm the elder sister, right? Obviously I'm the one who takes care of people."

The girl raised her chin and said it as a matter of course.

The iris-haired boy smiled and patted her head affectionately: "You're an idiot."

The girl was not angry at all, but looked back at him tolerantly with the eyes of "it's rare to hear such a statement".

Yukimura: "..."

I always feel subtly looked down upon—forget it, this kid doesn't understand anything.

Yukimura left, from Yokohama, which was full of dangers, and returned to the tennis world, which was also full of dangers; and Kamcha also spent a very fulfilling, last week of summer vacation.

Solve the commission with Dazai, like a sponge absorbs water, learn the idea of ​​playing tricks; experiment with the cooking for Suehiro Tetsuchang, and invite this person who should be very busy, but for some reason every time he sends a message, he will come by appointment Mr. Military Police came to try it.

The former went well, but the latter was tough.

Because Suhiro's operation of squeezing mustard on the cake was too impressive, the girl who refused to admit defeat chose "dessert" as the theme in the next experiment.

And because he has a hobby of reprocessing the dishes served on the table, Gancha temporarily gave up the requirement for the completion of the work, and took the next best thing to consider the practice of making pure color dishes and leaving the last process to himself .

But this line of thinking still failed.

After several failures, the only increase is the whirlpool menu, the praise of regular customers, and Suehiro's weight.

In the midst of such setbacks and thinking about changing directions, the people of Yokohama ushered in the end-of-summer celebration—Summer Festival.

The detective agency, which is all single, agreed to participate in a nearby festival together; although it is true that they came to the entrance together, they were automatically divided into several groups when they started playing.

Kunikida took care of Azhai Tianshan who had finally stepped out of the house, Oda Sakunosuke took the over-age child Dazai and his eight adopted children, and Kancha was naturally with Fukuzawa, Ranpo, and just rescued from Mori Ogai When he came out, he was with Yosano who had been taken care of by Fukuzawa for a while.

A round of full moon hangs high above the cloudless sky, exuding a magnificent and clean, shining blue light.

In the street market at the foot of the mountain, fiery red lanterns hung in front of the temporary stalls, and together with the warm yellow street lamps, they harmoniously reflected the excited smiling faces of people passing by.

The cool wind of the summer night blew the rows of colorful windmills on the wooden grid, and the curtains with the names of the booths rattled.

Gancha was wearing the goldfish yukata and matching hair accessories specially selected for her by Yosano, holding a fox mask presented by a familiar stall owner in her hand. While listening to Ranbu comparing the quality of apple candy, she ate the blessing with a smile. Candied kumquats fed by Ze.

Amidst the lively drum music of the festival, the girl turned her head, and accidentally saw Dazai passing through the crowd of people and walking to the side path alone.

The black-haired young man walked towards the dark step by step, and the dark vertical stripes on the dark blue bathrobe illuminated by the red and yellow warm light of the festival gradually dimmed, and finally almost disappeared in the thick night.

Gancha was a little surprised.

She looked around, but she didn't see Oda Sakunosuke or Kunikida Doppo.And among the surrounding crowd, there seems to be a little unusual flow——

"That's right."

Amidst the laughing crowd, the girl suddenly frowned.She tugged on Luanbu's sleeves, exchanged glances with him, and hurried after him.

After buying the smoothie, Fukuzawa turned his head, but only saw the back of the girl leaving.

"Gancha?"

The calm and steady man is holding a childish strawberry smoothie with a puzzled expression.

"She went to the hero to save the beauty—"

Ranpo, whose interest was interrupted, pursed his lips unhappily, and replied in a drawn-out tone.

The street lamp was probably broken. Occasionally there was a hissing sound, and the tungsten filament in the bulb turned red like gas, but it still failed to light up.The bushes are green and luxuriant, the branches and leaves block the noisy and warm colors of the festival, and only the cold moonlight flows on the stone steps.

The young man in a dark blue bathrobe stood in the surrounded silence, with a pale bandage tightly wrapped around his neck.

His eyes looked at somewhere in the void with a little boredom, and his voice was very calm: "I've been following you for so long, come out."

Hiding in the darkness, Akutagawa Gin and Tachihara Michizo couldn't help being taken aback, they clenched their weapons tightly, ready to go.

"Hold the single Dazai", the two ten leaders and other members of Hong Kong gangsters hiding in the rear received such an order.

At this moment, the ex-Mafia cadre left his companions in the detective agency and was alone without support.He has never been in the habit of carrying a gun, his supernatural abilities are not aggressive, and his physical skills are only average.

Although traces have been found, there will probably be no problems. This is a great time to make a move.

However, what appeared before their actions was a laughing girl's voice.

"You found out, Dazai-san."

Someone said so briskly.

With the soft sound of two-tooth wooden clogs touching the bluestone slab, a girl wearing a fox mask and a goldfish bathrobe turned out from behind the bushes.

As if she hadn't seen the cold light of the dagger three meters away, she stood under the stone steps and raised her hand to push the fox's face aside.

The girl's beautiful brows and eyes were filled with the luster of a silvery moon, and her smile was faint.

"It's so fierce." She complained in a soft tone, seeming to be false.

Meeting the young man's wide-open iris-colored eyes, the girl blinked mischievously: "Are you scared by me?"

The shouting of the sellers and the chatting and laughing of the crowd penetrated the shadows of the trees, and the fireworks of the human world floated indistinctly, floating in the quiet space separated by the trees.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Dazai laughed.

He asked softly, "Why is Gancha Jiang here alone?"

"Why is Dazai-san alone?"

The girl didn't answer the question.

The shadows cast by the long eyelashes dangled on the cheeks.

Butterflies resting on the bush fluttered away with colorful wings.

The black-haired youth moved his fingers.

Finally, he evoked a smile that was the same as usual, and said in a lively voice: "I ran away."

The young man seemed to be distressed: "I can't help it, the children of Oda Zuo are too noisy. After all, I am a person who is afraid of trouble."

Hearing those words, the girl smiled noncommittally.

"I got separated from the president and the others."

She said an explanation that both of them knew was untrue, walked up the steps slowly, and stood side by side with the young man: "Then I just saw you."

The street lights suddenly came on.

Under the bright light, the girl raised her head and smiled at him: "Just let me follow you, Mr. Dazai?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Aya. 20 bottles; thank you baby! !