Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

A day of running around for Cangzhi's apostle finally ended with the green vegetable porridge that Dazai took home, but the aftermath of the incident was far from over.For the detective agency, the next thing to face is a mountain of routine work.Insurance reports on property losses can be handed over to ordinary clerks, but investigators involved in the matter need to come forward to deal with the testimony inquiries from the military and city police, as well as the endless stream of media reporters.

Even Gancha, who only provided clues to the second incident, got busy—because one of the investigators who was mainly in charge of this matter, Osamu Dazai, slipped away without authorization after saying "I have something to investigate", leaving Kunikida behind. Dubu alone is too busy.It looked really pitiful, so Gan Cha stepped forward to help.

Kunikida was very grateful and gave her the task of dealing with the media.

Gancha: "...Is this okay, Mr. Kunikida. It's easy to be thought that it's all due to me?"

"Ah, if they see me, those people will ask endlessly about the poison gas incident again, so I'm sorry to trouble you." Kunikida said.

Therefore, the next night, Tian Suohui, who had already returned to his home in Northeast China, saw a familiar face from his friends on TV.The girl with a calm expression was facing the microphone, and there was a row of small characters below her identity: "Representative of the Investigator of the Armed Detective Agency".

Tian Suohui: "Ah, poison gas, bombs, and plane hijacking incidents... Huh, huh huh??"

Tiansuo's mother came in with dinner: "Xiaohui? Xiaohui, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Soon, in the seaside park near the Armed Detective Agency, on a tiled road overlooking the sea, Gan Cha, who was standing outside the crowd, smiled and turned off his mobile phone, and reached out to hold the little black-haired boy passing by.

"Let's stop here, STK prohibits even children."

Gancha was in a good mood just after replying to the frightened friends' emails. She looked down at the boy in the small suit and said softly, "What do you want us for?"

"Let, let go of me, sister!"

The little boy wearing black-rimmed glasses fluttered under her hand: "No, that's not the case! I'm just passing by!"

"A good boy can't tell lies." Gan Cha educated him seriously.

"I do not have!"

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Gan Cha had no choice but to expose it directly: "When the president and I came out of the detective agency, you followed, right? We followed him all the way to Yamashita Park, and in the middle we stepped on a skateboard and bumped into a man wearing a white hat. Passers-by. Now that the president is going to help catch the thief, you seem to be planning to stick something on me. This is not very good."

Xiaozheng raised his head in astonishment, the blue pupils behind the lenses narrowed warily on his cute little face.

Gan Cha felt slightly sorry for scaring the children.So she said: "If you have something to say, you can speak directly."

"...Eh, my sister found out..."

Under her gaze, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the little boy's face, and he rubbed the back of his head as if embarrassed: "Actually, I have a big brother who I know, and he wants to know my sister very much, so let me I came to find my sister for his phone number—but I was a little afraid of the uncle next to my sister..."

"Liar." Gan Cha calmly made a judgment.

"..." The little boy closed his eyes, turned his head and said loudly, "Okay! I said it's okay! I just saw my sister on the news, and I was very curious, so I followed—"

Passers-by on the side cast their gazes one after another.

It stands to reason that when a child is caught on the street, most witnesses will come forward to ask about the situation.But Yokohama is different from other places. The people are used to seeing supernatural beings killing people on the streets, and mafia fighting with guns in public, so they will not easily judge any conflicts.

What's more, standing face to face with the little boy was still such a slender girl—a very lively little boy with a skateboard in his hands, and a soft-spoken girl in a white skirt. In other words, it is impossible to say who is more threatening.

"Lying again." Regarding the news about the detective agency's solution to the incident, the earliest report was on a TV show 10 minutes ago, but he has followed them for more than 10 minutes.

As Gancha said, she smiled apologetically at the people around her. She didn't intend to let go. Instead, she squatted down as if holding down the boy, her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned: "Aren't you going to tell? Your purpose. You came after me."

"You're still a child. Even if you have other intentions, we won't care too much before it causes harm." The girl's expression was serious, "But if this continues, for my safety, the president will not Will let it go."

"He walked away to give us a chance to talk, but you're going to bug me. Don't waste someone else's kindness."

The expression of the black-haired boy was shaken for a moment.But at the next moment, he seemed to think of something again, and continued to haha: "Ah, bug, bug, what is that?"

He fluttered his big blue eyes, innocent and innocent: "Hahaha, I don't understand what my sister said at all!"

"..."

This kind of performance is far beyond the mind of a seven-year-old child—of course there are precocious geniuses with super high IQ in the world, but with this self-confident appearance, even if there is, it cannot be him.

The child in front of him has a ghost, Gan Cha thought so.

I don't know why he refused to tell the truth, but there is no point in continuing the stalemate.

"That's right."

Gan Cha looked at him, and slowly opened his mouth: "You are a detective from the outside world, and you have been in a dangerous situation. Although there are people with you...the police, right? But it's your decision to follow, you are Sneaked out. You have a disagreement with the others because you doubt me? Why?—”

The boy unconsciously held his breath.He looked back at her nervously but unwillingly, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead.

While speaking, Gancha activated his ability, and the world in his eyes was suddenly covered with a layer of translucent water waves composed of light spots.

In the space that only she can see, countless rivers of light are intertwined, and she stands on the anchor point called the moment, watching the blue river slowly flowing in front of her.The clear river was stirring uncomfortably. She looked back and saw - 17 years.

17 years?The child looked like he was only seven years old.

Gan Cha blinked and looked at him more carefully.What is it?

There was a drastic turning point in his life about half a year ago - the detective from the outside world, his self-confident and reckless style, his appearance, half a year...

"Am I related to your purpose of coming to Yokohama?"

Gancha laughed meaningfully, raised her hand and took off a bug from the back of the boy's right shoulder, crushed it, and then said her answer:

"——Kudo Shinichi-kun."

A man in a sea pine-colored traditional kimono walked slowly, and the crowd spontaneously parted ways for him wherever he passed.There was no expression on his face, and he became more and more aggressive as a swordsman.Just now, it was with such an expression that the thief whose wrist was twisted cried and asked the police to take him away immediately.

He just walked up to the girl who was smiling happily at him, let her happily hold his arm, and nodded to the child who seemed to have had a conversation with the girl, without asking anything. and left.

Kudo Shinichi looked at the back of the two leaving.They walked slowly as before, talking and laughing could be heard faintly——

The girl talked about what she had seen and heard at the Central Hulling Market in the early morning, and wanted to go to the shop where she bought the best quality oxtail for dinner.She also said that her cousin saw her on the news and invited her to watch their tennis match. She planned to take the children to experience the new world.She didn't say a word about what happened just now, and the silver-haired man still had a steady demeanor, he just listened carefully to the girl's words and agreed to all her requests.

Even Kudo Shinichi, who was full of doubts in his heart, couldn't help but feel a little admiration at this moment-to both parties.

He returned to the hotel full of thoughts, and outside the door he met a handsome, blond and black-skinned man leaning against the wall.

The public security officer with multiple positions raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "Looking at you, you have hit a wall, Conan-kun?"

Kudo Shinichi, or Edogawa Conan, immediately exploded: "You still want to ask me? Isn't it you who put a bug on me?"

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm just worried. Besides, didn't you find out very early? I haven't heard anything useful." Amuro smiled heartily, "How is it, the result of your observation?"

Didn't find out - wanted to correct him, but that's not the point.Conan's face showed a heavy look: "It's terrible, that woman... I hope she really has nothing to do with the organization—"

"Ah..." Toru Amuro felt helpless, "I've already met the person and the president, and I still don't believe her? I also told you that the situation in Yokohama is different. The mafia is a social organization. An important part of order. Even if I stand in a different position from them, I cannot deny the positive role of the Yokohama Port Mafia in regulating the dark world. It is not unreasonable for the members of the neutral armed detective agency to have personal relationships with their people. "

"But that's really a coincidence, isn't it? People who have been staying in Yokohama went to Tokyo to study when the organization was active in Tokyo. When they returned home, they happened to be with the Hong Kong and black cadres who had just come into contact with the organization in Gunma. Road, returned something to the other party at the station. Then the people organized entered Yokohama."

"The Yokohama police recommended a detective agency to us as a helper, but at this time the famous detective Edogawa Ranpo happened to be on a business trip. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was willing to trust her because she was the representative of the detective agency that solved the vicious incident— —”

"This is all just your speculation." Toru Amuro said, "Although the surname is Edogawa, you can't win people's trust if you say it without paying attention to evidence. Besides, do you think President Fukuzawa, and Will that supernatural detective allow the people around him to collude with evil criminal organizations?"

"Isn't the Port Mafia also a criminal organization? Their famous evil dog was also witnessed by the police a few days ago trying to attack a suspect in organ trafficking, hindering the investigation!"

"It seems that we can't reach an agreement on this matter." Amuro shrugged, "Your sense of justice is really tricky sometimes. In this case, when we go to initiate a commission for the detective agency, you should not follow Let's get together, so as not to embarrass the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in front of the superhuman organization in Yokohama."

"Huh?! Hey, Amuro, aren't you?"

"That's interesting, how did Kudo end up like that?"

The warm yellow light softly hits the white casserole in the center of the table.The clear vegetable soup in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, and curls of water mist rose up.

While talking, the girl picked up thin slices of tender pink oxtail belly meat and put them into the pot, took them out immediately when they were blanched, and put them into the mouth without dipping anything. He squinted his eyes happily because of the smell—it was a bit like when he was walking around and eating delicious snacks.

"It doesn't seem to be what he wants. It should have something to do with his current predicament. Could it be a supernatural power?"

Opposite her, Fukuzawa sipped the wine in his glass, his brows softened.

"It seems that there are such supernatural beings among the military and police." He said, "They can change the age of others at will, and they often keep themselves young."

"Eh?" Gan Cha's eyes widened with interest, "I want to try it!"

"...become a young girl? Let's forget it."

"Huh? Don't get smaller." The girl pondered, "Maybe it's good to let Ranbu call you sister after ten years—"

Fukuzawa was about to smile.It's really a child's temper, I want to grow up quickly——

"—But even if you don't grow up, maybe he will agree to ask Ranpo to call my sister in exchange for dessert. Then I will become a 30-year-old wife pretending to be the president—"

"...It's even more unnecessary."

After leaving the crowd, Kamcha told Fukuzawa exactly what had happened and his own deduction—the reduced high school student detective and the Tokyo police came to Yokohama to track down criminals, and they would come to the door soon.But for the upcoming incident, neither of them paid too much attention to it, and it will be resolved at that time.

The only thing that made Fukuzawa frown was Kudo's suspicion of Gancha and his refusal to communicate for some reason.But that's not a problem either.

Besides, Ranpo will be back tomorrow, and——

"Dazai's admission test has been reported by Kunikida." Fukuzawa said, "He——has passed."

"Well, it's time to celebrate... the summer party, you still have to eat barbecue, right?"

Gancha thought for a while while biting the spoon for digging matsutake rice, and suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment: "Ah! No wonder Luanbu asked me to prepare ice cubes and jam in the mail!"

Fukuzawa nodded: "Yes. When I contacted him in the afternoon to decide the return time, I had already told him the news."

"Ah, really—" the girl protracted the end of her voice reproachfully.

In the evening of the next day, a total of ten investigators and clerks from the detective agency currently in Yokohama gathered at Fukuzawa House.

But even though it was a celebration party, Dazai, who was the protagonist, disappeared to nowhere from the very beginning, and he couldn't find anyone to say a few words of welcome.Angrily shouting "Hey, Dazai, don't mess around in the president's house!" Kunikida tried to arrest him, but Yosano and Yosano grabbed him by the collar and started drinking.

Wrapped in a quilt and huddled under the air-conditioned porch, Tian Shan Hanadai looked desperately at his unconscious friend. The brown-haired secretary Haruno Kirako raised her three-colored cat to the clerks with love in her eyes. The president standing beside Gan Cha looked serious and walked over slowly.

The scene began to get out of hand.

It wasn't until Gancha threw the retorted apple charcoal into the charcoal stove that Dazai appeared out of nowhere, pretending to be stupid, while holding his face and acting like a spoiled child to the girl without any psychological pressure: "I originally planned to finish a job today. Something very troublesome is coming~"

"But how could Ms. Gancha's kindness live up to it. So I dropped everything and came over here—oh, is that grilled crab prepared for me? I'm so touched!"

It was at this time that the green-eyed detective who looked like a teenager stepped into the lively courtyard with a big smile.

Gancha was helping Dazai unpack the grilled crabs when he suddenly heard the energetic voice of Luanbu.

She looked over in surprise, and the childish big detective rushed to her side, pointing at the baked net with his hands on his hips: "This, this, and this and this are all from the famous detective! You have already made the famous detective miss the ramen You must make it up to me!"

The famous detective with super eyes picked out the most delicious part in an instant - the crisp and elastic heart tube, the tender and tender wings inside, the tender and juicy beef tongue, and the delicate texture that almost melts in the mouth thinly sliced ​​sirloin.

"Okay, I'll give you whatever you want in Luanbu." Gan Cha happily replied.

"I want your new peach smoothie!"

"It's already frozen, and I'll bring the ice crusher later."

"You have to do it yourself!"

"And double the jam for you."

Only then was Ranbu satisfied, rubbing the girl's shoulder like a cat, turning his head to divert his attention to the young man next to him.He took a few glances at Dazai, and gradually opened those emerald green eyes.

Noticing his reaction, Gan Cha also looked up——

The bustle and hustle and bustle around seemed to have gone away.

The black-haired young man stared fixedly at the door.There, a man with copper-colored hair walked in slowly with six or seven children bouncing around.

"Ah.—it's the man who called two years ago."

In this almost silent moment, Ranbu leaned against her and said in a low voice.

Even standing aside, Dazai didn't seem to hear anything.He just looked at that direction intently, and an expression of infinite melancholy gradually appeared on his face.

With a little childishness and joy of a teenager, and like a traveler who has been walking for a long time, he finally saw a ray of light in the sky.In the end he just smiled slightly, and his voice was as soft as a sigh.

"We meet again, Odasaku."