Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Therefore, Gancha, who was worried about the massacre of Miemen, skipped class the next day.

Ranpo has not been on a business trip recently, and Kunikida, who has just joined the company, has also shared part of the work, and there are not many commissions on her head, so apart from yesterday afternoon, she has not missed any classes this week.Counting on my fingers, I have stayed in school for three days, exceeding the average attendance rate of 50% in the past. As soon as the lunch break came, Gancha packed her things and slipped out of the school through the back door.

This kind of thing happens a lot.Mostly because of entrustment, and sometimes she suddenly had something she wanted to do, regardless of whether she handed in a leave note or not, the essence was skipping class.In her opinion, although campus life is a bit interesting, the classes taught by the teacher are very boring, and the love letters sent by the male students are also very childish-the president and Ranpo are completely unnecessary to worry about her puppy love (but use super reasoning for the love letters) Steps are pretty fun).And she doesn't lack playmates, so if she has time like this, she might as well help the police solve the case, or go back and study cooking.

So it really doesn't make sense that children have to go to school.Both Ranpo and Akiko left school early. For people like them, what the school can teach is really limited, and experience is the best teacher.The president understands this, but neither his father's relatives nor his mother's old friend Mr. Dojima can agree.The result of the trilateral negotiation is that she does not have to leave Yokohama to go to Lihai University where her cousin is, but she must continue her studies.

It is not easy to raise children with living relatives and friends, and it is also difficult to be a president.

The little girl sighed maturely, and changed clothes in a familiar shop in the shopping street—walking around in a uniform can easily be regarded as a social aid, although it can be dealt with, but less trouble is always better - and left her schoolbag with the smiling boss, and started working with her little green bag.

That's right, they didn't receive the commission.However, Hong Kong and black people generally would not approach them, and besides, she also doubted whether the red-haired man could afford the commission fee.It doesn't matter, since you saw her, you can't ignore it, this time it's considered as voluntary labor.

She plans to go to a western restaurant first to see if their future has changed.If not, at least take a photo to facilitate monitoring at any time-this matter should have been done yesterday, and I think neither the boss nor the children would refuse to propose it at that time.She is so rash.

A moment later, Gan Cha stood in front of the closed door of the western restaurant, looking up at the glass windows reflecting sunlight.

Literally no one is missing... There is no sign of damage, they left voluntarily.

Was it that person who did something?Did you leave with your family, or did you just change your place of residence?

... Can she rest assured?

The girl pinched her chin and fell into thought.

To be honest, this really surprised her.Even if she wanted the other party to believe her words, she had to admit that generally speaking, people did not take seriously the unsubstantiated and alarmist words of people they met for the first time.

——Unless he himself realizes the danger of the matter.

And he came to the store to eat without any cover at noon yesterday.He had even experienced a battle before that... Did he find out that there was indeed danger after thinking about it, or did something happen during this period?

...that man had a rather remarkable past.If the situation is so serious that everyone feels bad, is it enough to just walk away?Did she underestimate the difficulty of solving this matter too much yesterday?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Gancha felt.Finally, she took out her mobile phone and dialed the number of new member Tianshan Hanabou.

"Mr. Tianshan."

The location of the western restaurant is close to the road by the sea. Gancha is leaning against the guardrail, with the endless and clear sea behind him: "I have something to ask for your help."

She reported her current location, and said: "There are three public cameras nearby, two are traffic surveillance cameras that shoot vehicle violations, and the other is the coastal rescue team's anti-drowning surveillance. If you hack into it, you can find out what I want Photos of people? An adult living in a western restaurant with five children, and a tall man with red hair who frequents the restaurant."

"Ah... that,"

Because the subject of the conversation was a woman, Azhai Tianshan's voice became weaker and weaker: "It's very easy to hack into a public camera... But it takes some time to find someone from the video. Ah, when do you want it... ...By the way, Ms. Gancha, what do you want to do with this? At this time, shouldn't you be at school..."

Gan Cha naturally ignored the question about skipping class: "Half an hour, is that okay?"

"Huh?! Half an hour?"

"Well, it's a very urgent matter, I'm sorry." The girl's voice was very sweet, "I believe Mr. Tianshan who has the ability of "quilt" can do it, after all, your processing speed is dozens of times that of ordinary people. .Otherwise, I can also go to your side to help, okay? "

"No no no need! I'll send you the photo in half an hour! Please stay where you are and wait for my news!"

Poor Tian Shan was so frightened that his speech speed became faster.

So half an hour later, Gancha, who was sitting on a rock by the sea, felt the vibration of her phone.While looking at the sea, the relaxed expression on her face faded, she activated her ability, and clicked on the received email.

I hope she is suspicious.Just confirm it——

"..."

The moment Gan Cha saw the photo, Gan Cha's heart sank.

A completely unchanged future was clearly presented in front of her.

Above the childish smiles of the children is a clear, cheerful stream of water that will dry up tomorrow.

A strong sense of discomfort welled up in my heart.It was a mixture of anger and disgust.At the same time the heart was seized by some great sorrow.

——Why does such a thing happen again and again?

The slightly salty and moist sea breeze caressed his cheeks.Feeling the gentle touch, Gancha took a deep breath.

According to Tianshan Hanabou, the people she was looking for were escorted by several men in black at around four o'clock yesterday afternoon, avoiding the surveillance cameras and leaving here.The move was cautious, but even then the murderer was able to find their place.It may not be useful to transfer again. This matter must be solved from the root cause.

But this was the only thing she wasn't sure about.

Reasoning is not something unreasonable like abilities.Although evidence is not necessary, there must be clues.Since Luanbu didn't knock her on the head yesterday and scold her for being a fool, it means that there are only so many clues that can be found at present, and the conclusions that can be drawn are indeed only so far.To find out the reason, more information is needed. For example, what is the mission that brought death to people?

But that's an internal Mafia affair, and it's likely that it won't get out until everyone's dead.Neither the detective agency's informants nor the police have heard anything special recently, so she didn't hold out much hope at first—but now she can only try.

Gancha jumped off the rock and walked slowly along the coastline.

The tasks that are generally delivered to the bottom-level personnel are nothing more than trivialities in the community, or as human shields and human | bombs in Rush.None of these could hurt that person, but why should he be given more advanced tasks?

What is so special about him?

23 years old.Uncommon skill, use dual guns.Whether it is a supernatural person is unknown, but it is very likely.Good temper, calm personality.Single, low-level member of the port mafia. When I was 15 something very important happened and I gave up my old job.

When talking, he pays attention to his surroundings and street corners, he doesn't care about the stab wounds on his ears, and he is very used to dealing with dangerous situations.As a low-level person, he can direct other members to handle private affairs. I am not someone who will use the power brought by the mission. He has reliable partners in the middle and high levels of the mafia-this can be recorded, but it is of no use at present.Except for a few fighters, the high-level Hong Kong gangsters are kept secret.

Great for adopted kids.There should be economic reasons for no longer engaging in dangerous jobs in the past, but not leaving the mafia. The cost of raising children is not small.But Bright World also offers well-paid jobs and a more secure environment for children.Not to mention jobs that require other skills, with such a good skill, there must be many people who are willing to ask him to be a bodyguard.Is it because there is no connection, or because the net worth is not clean enough?

...wait, this one seems to make sense.

Of course rich people would not hire guards who did not know the details.If it wasn't introduced by a reliable person, or if the person acting as the guard has a good reputation in this industry, then you have to check it out.Since it was an identity that could not pass the review—would he have a criminal record?

Will it be at the age of 15?

Yokohama City Police Headquarters.

"...Well, it's okay for the detective agency to check the files, but why? The files from eight years ago are not very easy to retrieve - you have to go in and look for it yourself. If... there is no reason to get it, it's a bit I can't justify..."

"Of course the content of the entrustment cannot be passed on to the outside world. Mr. Yasui, can you do me a favor?"

Gan Cha and Police Officer Yasui walked through the corridor together, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a parking lot for foreigners with a few cars parked.A police officer hurried past with a file bag, and glanced curiously at the young girl who didn't fit in here.

Gan Cha didn't care, just looked up at the uniformed police officer with a smile on his head, with a sly light in his eyes.

"Since you said so..."

The honest middle-aged man showed a helpless expression: "Sit here and wait for a while, I will find someone to get the key."

"It's here."

Soon, Yasui who got the key opened the door, walked in first, and turned on the light: "The criminal records of Yokohama in those years are all here, classified according to time and area. Eight years ago, I remember it is here One piece—that's a lot, do you have any idea?"

eight years ago.Only a few years have passed since the end of the Great War. Due to the abuse of extraterritorial power by the warlords from all over the world, Yokohama has gradually become the capital of monsters that cannot be ruled by law.Gangster organizations, illegal capital and professional killers gather here, committing numerous crimes, even the government is helpless.

In this seldom visited archive room, the shelves are filled not only with dust but also with cries from the tumultuous days of yesteryear.

"Well... the suspect is about 15 years old, a red-haired male, who used a firearm to commit crimes. The specific crime is unknown. However, if he is arrested, it is impossible to detain him as an ordinary criminal. I want to check the detention records of the city police underground detention center first. I remember that it was the most stringent facility at that time? There should be no photos in the detention records, but you can retrieve the corresponding files according to the identity information..."

As a supervisor and facilitator, Yasui and Gancha plunged into the ocean of archives.

At the same moment, standing on the top floor of a certain building in the city center, the man sitting in a crimson armchair smiled and hung up the phone.

"Did you actually run there?"

The black-haired man stroked the white queen chess piece in his hand, overlooking the bustling city outside the glass window: "The child hidden by His Highness Fukuzawa is indeed not an ordinary person. I didn't expect her to be related to Oda... a bit I have a headache."

He rested his chin on his hand, with a distressed look on his face.

The blond girl who was kneeling on the carpet and drawing pictures heard this, held the crayon in her hand, and looked at the man beside her with trashy eyes: "Liar! You must be very happy, Lin Taro!"

"Eh? Little Alice thinks so?"

"It's obvious at a glance, Rintaro, you idiot!"

"..."

The young man who just walked out of the dark door looked at the scene in front of him speechlessly.

"Oh, Mr. Chuya."

The leader of the mafia turned his head and nodded slightly to his returning subordinates: "Is everything going well?"

"Yes, chief."

The boy took off his top hat, revealing his brilliant ochre-colored hair.He took a step forward, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head in a salute: "I followed your order and did not attract anyone's attention on the way back."

"Very good." Mori Ogai said, "There is a reason for calling you back urgently."

"I've also heard a little about those things." Chuya said, "Is it the foreign mercenary unit who dared to offend our port mafia? I'll let them know what happens when they fight against gravity—"

"No, to deal with such an enemy, you don't need to use the trump card of the Mafia—your power. Or—" A mysterious smile appeared on Mori Ogai's face, "It's not yet time."

The ocher-haired boy looked at his leader with clear blue eyes, and frowned in confusion.

"... Will they also sit at the negotiating table... I am looking forward to this." Mori Ogai laughed softly, and then said, "I have another task for you, Chuya-kun."

In front of the two talking, Yokohama outside the glass window was shrouded in the grand sunlight of the afternoon, glowing with vitality.In this beautiful but savage city, people continue their own stories.

Former warriors in gray cloaks ignited fireworks of struggle in front of the art gallery, and blood and bullets polluted the white temple.Someone who experienced a friend's betrayal last night had just woken up from a coma, and his back was still aching from the aftermath of the explosion.

The busy teenage girl in the archives knows nothing of this.She didn't find the information she needed in the files from eight years ago, and now she is biting her lower lip with a little hesitation, looking at the yellowed spine of the book on the high shelf.After thinking for a moment, she turned her attention to the records from the previous year.

This time the direction is correct.Not long after, she found the record she wanted, and uncontrollably showed a weird expression the moment she opened it.

And in the red brick building next to Yokohama Harbor, Kunikida Doppo looked at the information received on the computer, showing surprise.

"Six stores exploded at the same time? That's—no small thing. On Port Mafia territory?"

He stared at the screen and murmured.

"What's the matter, you look dumbfounded?" Akiko Yosano who passed by cast an interesting look.

After seeing the information on the screen, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "...What trouble did they get into?"

The sound of receiving new emails sounded on the office computer again.That was the information from the informant. The militant faction of the Mafia was at war with an unknown organization. The flames of war spread from the art gallery to the man-made forest on the side.

Ranbu, who walked into the office with snacks in his arms, moved his ears.They seem to have mentioned the mafia, maybe that's what Gancha cares about.

Hmph, this time it's also a detective who solves the case first.So he said it a long time ago, even if you rely on Ranpo-sama——

He put the bag on the table, sank himself into the chair, and then called out in a drawn-out voice: "Kunikida—read the message you received—"

"Ah, yes—"

Following Kunikida's statement, Ranpo's smile gradually disappeared.He threw the delicious bar back on the table with a motion like a rusty cog, then looked up and asked, "The group that fought the port mafia, do you have a picture?"

"Mr. Ranpo?" Kunikida felt a little puzzled and uneasy by his reaction.

Yosano Akiko, who had been with Ranpo for a longer time, immediately understood something.The beauty wearing the golden butterfly hairpin responded simply and neatly: "There will be it soon."

Soon, the military police who received the notification rushed to the scene of the art gallery before the reinforcements of the Mafia, and sent the photos back to the headquarters and the detective agency.

A detective with glasses stares seriously at the dark face of the Westerner in the photo.Then without a word, he turned around and dialed a number.

"You can go now, Chuya-kun."

Mori Ogai had a smile that made it difficult to understand the true meaning, and his deep purple eyes were like a bottomless abyss: "This time is also a secret operation - you must not let people inside the organization discover your whereabouts, and you must also conceal it from the outside world. Identity. Got it?"

The red-haired boy knelt on one knee and bowed his head deeply in front of Mori Ogai: "Of order, leader."

He retreated into the darkness and disappeared without a sound.

The sun outside the window gradually moved westward.The clouds in the sky slowly turned bright red like fire.

The black-haired man withdrew his gaze to the distance, and stared at the white queen in his hand: "I can't help it. Who made you bump into it—"

Chess pieces are placed lightly in Black's camp.The black knight is next to the besieged white queen.

"But at this time, even I don't want to offend His Majesty Fukuzawa. Since I sent you a knight, let's treat it as a settlement~"

His tone was very brisk: "Little Alice, do you like stories about knights and princesses?"

"Hmph, I don't hate that. But I hate the way Rintarou speaks!"

"Oh, the little girl can't be too self-willed, okay? But little Alice is so cute~"

With the necessary information in my head, I held the iris flower I just bought in my hand.The girl was humming in a good mood, and walked lightly on the river bank.

It was at this moment that she received a call from Ranpo.

"Where are you?" Luanbu's voice was unusually flat.

"...The riverside near Tsurumi Chuo [-]-chome."

"Go to a place where you can take refuge immediately—" Ranpo urged in an urgent tone, "President and Xie Ye will be there soon!——"

"……OK, all right."

Gancha ended the call.In front of her, a tall man stood there quietly, looking at her without any warmth in his eyes.

The sparkling water beside him reflects the brilliance of the setting sun and sunset.