Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

--up to you.

Dazai said so.

He has always been the one who silently manipulates and guides the direction of events.To say that it was like this, completely handing over the control to others, not only the girl was a little surprised when he said this, even he himself was surprised.

But just now, under the luxuriant firelight, the girl in a goldfish bathrobe handed the glass wind chime to him with a smile, her brows and eyes almost shining with the same brilliance like glass as the wind chime.

At that moment, the girl's sleeves, the wind chime in her hand, and the warm summer air all seemed to have turned into transparent flowing water.The soft and gorgeous red goldfish swims lightly, its gauze-like tail fin caressing its heart.

There is a little goldfish that has just turned into a human form, trying to test its soft heart to the world, even he has no reason to refuse.

However, she is not some silly ignorant little monster.

Dazai took the wind chime carried by the girl with great interest—isn't she even daring to lie to him now?

With a light hand, Gan Cha came back to his senses, with a faint smile on his face.

"Then, I want Mr. Dazai to see the festival in my eyes."

It is not a lonely and gloomy deserted street, or a sandy beach with scattered footprints, but a summer poem composed of delicious food and cute things.

"..."

After a brief silence, Dazai stared at her and said, "I thought you would take me to the president and the others."

The silent assassination team is still hidden in the surging crowd, it is the people who intend to bring him back to the Mafia captivity.He who will take the initiative to go to a secluded place naturally has a way to deal with it. It is just that he will be locked up for a few days and suffer.

But this kind of thing, the girl who has also seen through all this does not agree, so she will definitely find a way to stop him.

Although he didn't expect to be bumped into by her at first, but until just now, the girl's behavior was within his expectation.

But now?

The girl who won the control from him did not ask him to give up, but jumped into his plan on her own initiative, making herself a weight on his side of the balance.

Does she really know what kind of person she wants to protect and what she will face next?

"Aren't you afraid?"

he heard himself ask.

—Are you really not afraid?

You have indeed had contact with Hong Kong and black people, but being a collaborator is different.Whether it is Zhongye or other people in Hong Kong and Hong Kong, their cruel and dark side has never been against you.

But now, people who used to get along well may draw their swords at you, aren't you afraid?

"Mr. Dazai is not afraid, what do I have to be afraid of?"

The girl responded quickly.Dazai almost thought, did she not understand what he meant?

But before he frowned, the girl spoke again.

"Things have to be resolved, don't they?" She said with a smile, "It's better for the two of you to be together than for Mr. Dazai to face what's going on alone."

"..."

The vine-purple eyes were reflected too brightly by the charming lights, and Dazai, who had lowered his head to meet the girl's gaze, looked away.

A sigh disappeared amidst the hilarity of the festival.

He hastily raised his hand, as if he wanted to cover something, but the outstretched hand paused in the air, and in the end it just restrained it and landed on the back of the girl's head, helping her straighten the crumbling hair accessory under the weight of the fox face.

The slender fingers gently touched the blooming flowers in the girl's hair.But from a distance, the handsome young man seemed to be gently bringing the girl into his arms.

Sensing the subtle force behind her head, Gan Cha blinked.

The young man in front of him put down his hands, and a smile that was almost the same as before gradually appeared on his lips.

"I don't know what Mr. Mori will do. Maybe he will use this opportunity to wipe out the two of us together."

He said in a cheerful tone: "Ganchajiang, you agreed to die in love with me, right?"

"? Don't dream about such things!"

The two who had reached an agreement dragged a long trail of people who were reevaluating the situation, and strolled around the summer festival as if nothing had happened.

Shops that advertise "high-quality octopus" use small molds to save raw materials, which can just leave an appetite for other snacks;

The seasoning of the Imagawa yaki in this store is good, but the quality of the bonito flower is very poor, so you can't order it.When buying Wuping cakes, just ask the boss over there to sprinkle a little on them;

There is already a goldfish wind chime, so don't kill the small animals.The colorful water polo is also very beautiful, Mr. Dazai is so skillful, he can definitely catch it——

The fiery red light illuminated the faces of the two of them.Under the somewhat distorted light, like every laughing ordinary person in the festival, they walked in the noisy street to the beat of drums.

It wasn't until sporadic fireworks bloomed in the night sky that the two people looked at each other and smiled, and silently withdrew from the suddenly crowded flow of people.

They stand under a big tree decorated with colored lights and ribbons.The dense branches and leaves cover the sky, and this is not a suitable place to watch fireworks, so it is a bit lonely.

Gancha finally satisfied his curiosity and saw the legendary painting that made Yukimura Seiichi shy away.

"Wow--?!"

Holding a pile of water polo in her bosom, Dazai's cell phone was wobbly placed at the highest point, the girl stared at the screen, her eyes widened, and she let out an exclamation.

On a large black and chaotic mass, there are jagged and twisted lines, and strange color patches are scattered on it-at first glance, it almost looks like a cursed religious painting.

The black-haired young man fastened the fan-shaped hair ornament he personally selected just now on the girl's head, took off the fox face and held it in his hands, and poked his head over the girl's shoulders lively, admiring his masterpiece intimately together.

He was even proud: "How? This is my self-portrait—"

At the same time, the girl sighed: "It seems that the Okonomiyaki is not done well——"

"..."

The two who spoke at the same time stopped together, looked sideways at each other, and slowly showed puzzled expressions.

"Okonomiyaki?"

"self-portrait?"

Gan Cha looked at the paintings that could almost be called spiritual pollution, and then at the handsome young faces that were close at hand, and decided to strike first.

"What misunderstands Mr. Dazai about himself?"

Before Dazai opened his mouth to refute, an unhappy voice sounded first.

——That was the high-spirited, deep and magnetic male voice that both of them were very familiar with.

"Hey, let me tell you—is there something wrong with your eyes?"

Not far away, someone said so.

The two paused for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Because of their reaction, that person is getting more and more unhappy.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked angrily.

"Hiss—Ganchajiang, I seem to have heard voices, but I can't find anyone—"

Dazai rested his right hand on his forehead, raised his head high, and pretended to look around.

"You bastard—!"

Chuya, who was wearing a brown yukata, was furious.

Gan Cha stared at him curiously.Even the chocker on the neck has been removed, but he is still wearing a black top hat that doesn't match at all. Mr. Nakaya really likes hats, doesn't he?

"Okay, Dazai-kun, Chuya-kun. Stop making trouble."

From the shadows, someone spoke slowly in a calm and tolerant tone like an elder.

Hearing his voice, Dazai's smile froze on his face.And Gan Cha also immediately realized the identity of the visitor, she glanced at the young man beside her with some worry, and then raised her eyes to look over.

This is the first time she has seen this powerful Hong Kong black leader.

A black-haired man in a dark red bathrobe walked slowly, and stood there where light and shadow intersected, holding a blonde girl in a camellia bathrobe by the hand.

The little girl was born extremely cute, she was staring at Dazai unhappily at first, but when she noticed her gaze, the unfriendly expression on her face suddenly stopped, and she showed her a charming smile.

In contrast, there is the faint sound of small metal parts colliding and biting in the noisy music.

That was the assassination team raised their machine guns.

Komori Ogai's expression could even be called kind.His gaze stayed on Dazai for a moment, then fell on her.

"Long time no see, Dazai-kun—and, nice to meet you, the little princess of the detective agency."

He smiled slightly, as if very relieved: "It seems that you get along very well."

Gan Cha frowned warily.

Dazai lowered his eyelashes, lightly separated most of the childish spoils from the girl's arms, and stood in front of her, blocking the man's meaningful gaze.

"...Mr. Mori."

He held the colorful water polo in one hand, and his tone was still brisk, but there was no emotion in his voice: "It turned out that you came in person."

"After all, it's a rare reunion with Dazai-kun. The invitation must be offered in person to show sincerity—"

The man chuckled and said, "Dazai-kun, do you want to come back here and continue to be a mafia cadre?"

"Haha, you really know how to joke."

Dazai smiled back with almost the same arc, shrugged and said, "I'm not interested in doing those things now."

"yes."

Sen looked at him meaningfully.

This small space under the shade of trees suddenly seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar from a summer night full of warm air, surrounded by an atmosphere below freezing.

"Dazai-kun, who will run away crying even when the devil hears his name, is there a place more suitable for you than the devil's lair?"

The youth's iris-colored eyes suddenly sank.

Just as he was about to answer, his naturally hanging right hand suddenly felt a soft warmth.

The girl who held that hand came out from behind and stood beside him.

"Please don't say such things."

The girl firmly met the mafia leader's bloody eyes: "He has made a choice, and now he is a member of the detective agency."

A glacial silence reigns here.

After a while, Sen suddenly softened his expression.

He looked at the girl with satisfaction as if he was looking at a successfully completed operation.

"Two years ago, I talked with His Highness Fukuzawa about you."

He said ambiguously: "If you joined the Mafia then, you would be my cadre now—my invitation to Dazai-kun also applies to you, Gancha-kun."

"That's even more impossible."

Dazai held the girl's hand, smiled and nodded towards Mori: "If that's what you mean, then it seems that today's meeting can be over now."

"The Fireworks Festival is about to begin, please forgive us."

Sen didn't say anything, just smiled lightly, watching the back of the two leaving.

One blue and one white figure are like two drops of water, completely merged into the bustling sea of ​​people.

"Chuya-kun thinks it's weird?"

He didn't turn his head, but he accurately said what Chuya was feeling at the moment.

"Yes, chief."

Chuya frowned, looking at the blurred figures under the lights of the festival.

"It's fine with Dazai—" Invite that girl who is doing everything possible to prevent someone from dying?

"The mafia is an organization that pays attention to kindness and loyalty."

Mori said playfully, "It would be a great thing to have her as a companion—don't you think so, Mr. Nakaya?"

Chuya nodded hesitantly, then quickly shook his head again.

The leader is right, but——

For some reason, even though she was indeed in this world of fighting and killing, he still felt that she should have ordinary happiness.

The two who left stopped on a wooden trestle bridge.

"Before the important moment came, I managed to get rid of all the bad guys."

The young man leaned against the guardrail and looked into the distance leisurely.

The looming fragrance of flowers gently flutters the hem of the bathrobe along with the cool summer night wind.

The street of the festival was already far away, and there were faintly gauze-like songs floating in the air, and the chirping of insects like bells.

The dark blue sky is connected to the lake under the trestle bridge, and the gorgeous fireworks are grandly spread in the night sky, blooming all the way to the front of the body, and then disappearing in the shaking of the waves.

The flickering bright flames outlined the silhouettes of the two standing side by side.

Dazai smiled and tilted his head.The girl beside her looked at the night sky with pure joy and admiration on her face.

This girl who travels through the world of ordinary daily life and fighting seems to be able to find joy in everything.

Even if there is something not beautiful hidden behind it, or it has been seen many times——

"Gancha sauce."

The fireworks in the sky dragged their long tails and fell into the lake. The short-lived brightness was still imprinted on the retina, but the surrounding area had returned to darkness.

Dazai suddenly asked, "I'm going back to Yuanyue in two days, right?"

He didn't raise the volume on purpose, but the girl still clearly caught his voice amidst the bang of fireworks bursting.

"Well, let's go after Mr. Kunikida's birthday."

Gan Cha frowned—why did she act like she was leaving and never coming back?

She looked at the calm young man with vigilance.Although she didn't notice anything unusual, but after thinking about it, she added: "There is a holiday after the autumn election."

The girl raised her thin eyebrows: "At that time, I must have researched a dish that I can use to thank Mr. Dazai for his stewed chicken."

"Hey?"

The young man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly laughed: "Did you tell me directly?"

He put up his sleeves and said in a leisurely tone: "Ganchajiang obviously wants revenge, I don't necessarily know how to eat it~"

"Unfortunately, my goal is to make people jump into it willingly even if they know it's a trap."

The girl replied with a confident smile: "Mr. Dazai, please get ready?"

"what."

Under the colorful sky, the young man's smile appeared pure and illusory.

He replied softly: "I will look forward to it."

The author has something to say: Hong Kong dark assassins ate dog food all night

Michizaru Tatehara: Hiccup

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Let me translate the final agreement:

Make a date, take care of yourself until the next time we meet (save for me to piss you off

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: A Ya. 11 bottles; 5 bottles of Wangzai passing by; Bobobo! !