On the Feasibility of Chefs Saving the World

He was falling at a very high speed, just when Qinghuai thought that he was going to die in this honor today, a strange force lifted him up.

Gentle than the wind, he grabbed Inoue Komatsu's wrist and slowly sank under the strange buoyancy.

"It's a superhuman!" The crowd downstairs shouted, and they were evacuated by the police who arrived.

The girl was so frightened that her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground. Immediately, medical staff came up to check on the two of them.

Inoue Komatsu covered his face and burst into tears, "Watanabe Natsuyuki is a perverted bastard! He threatened me..."

Qinghuai sighed, and could roughly guess what hurt the girl had suffered.

He just squatted down to comfort the girl when he was helped up by a group of medical staff who tried to push him into the ambulance with one hand.

Qinghuai was confused, "No, I'm fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was hugged from behind and pulled out of the crowd.

Osamu Dazai let go of the young man, rubbed his forehead hair restrainedly, and smoothed down the wind-blown hair.

"I'm fine." Qing Huai paused, "Is it a supernatural power just now?"

"En." The man replied, his eyes were like dry leaves in the autumn water, a little cold.What happened just now made him a little scared, no matter how powerful Qinghuai's abilities are, it can't withstand the physical impact of a seven-story building.

"Osamu Dazai." A familiar figure stepped out from the crowd, and the man in the hat took out the black gloves from his vest pocket and put them on slowly, "Leave the rest to Mafia, after all, it's Luoyingju's business, detective Don't interfere any more."

Dazai Osamu did not argue with him abnormally, nodded and said, "Thank you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said in an awkward tone, "Oh, I saved Qing Huai and not you, why are you thanking me, what does this have to do with you?"

He was downstairs at the time, and when Qing Huai fell down, he used gravity to support him... Besides, when he was doing missions before, this guy didn't even say thank you when he blocked the knife for him.

Nakahara also thought about it, felt goosebumps all over his body, looked at Osamu Dazai with disgust, and even thought that mackerel might be possessed by some strange ghost, so polite...

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The man felt that this little dwarf was unreasonable, "...Tch, little slug."

"What did you say? Say it again!"

"Because you have been using gravity for a long time, you must be short, little spinning top~"

"You waste bandage device!"

Qinghuai: ...

What he didn't expect was that Chuya Nakahara was the one who rescued him just now. This seemingly indifferent mafia cadre didn't seem like the "cold-blooded gravity envoy" in the folk rumors, but a little enthusiastic.

Qinghuai smiled and watched the two big men quarreling like kindergarten children, and suddenly caught a glimpse of an extremely beautiful face outside the crowd——

It can be said that Qinghuai has never seen this kind of beauty since she was born. It is a tender and charming face, with narrow and raised eyebrows, red phoenix eyes with distinct shades, inner double and upturned eyes. With a glamorous look, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, the tip of the nose is small and round, and there are two smiling lips.

The woman's curly hair is thick and retro, and a pair of jade hands are folded in front of the blue grass-colored kimono, as if she came out of a picture of a Showa woman.

The woman seemed to feel Qing Huai's gaze, and she tilted her head slightly, with a provocative smile on her lips.

Qinghuai froze for a moment, her eyes were suddenly covered by someone, and she fell into darkness.

"Don't look." Dazai Osamu's voice rang in his ears, and the warm breath spread on his cheeks, "The eyeballs are about to fall out."

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be scorching his eyes, and silently rolled his eyes, leaving space for the two of them.

The matter of Inoue Komatsu was handled by Mafia. After all, it happened on their territory, and it was impossible to just sit idly by.

Zhongya Zhongya originally came here for the "worm eggs", but he did not expect to encounter this situation, so he reluctantly ordered the staff to work overtime, and took the girl back to check whether there were any remaining "worm eggs" on her body.

Qing Huai and Dazai Osamu were originally investigating the death of Natsuyuki Watanabe, but they did not expect to involve so many dirty inside stories, but even so, there was not even a shadow of the murderer, and the investigation stalled again.

Qing Huai had just overused his abilities, and the precise manipulation not only consumed his physical strength but also his brain power, so the two found a coffee shop to buy something to fill their stomachs.

Osamu Dazai ordered the spicy curry that Qinghuai liked, but Qinghuai was a little bit lacking in interest.

"Are you still thinking about her?" The man put lemonade with ice cubes on the other person's face, and the cold glass wall made him turn his eyes to himself.

"Hmm..." Qing Huai's voice was vague, he was thinking about Inoue Komatsu, a girl was listed as a suspect after being sexually harassed, it must be very painful...

Whether it's contempt, pity, sympathy or guilt, the eyes of the onlookers are all on the girl's fragile heart. She was supposed to be a little girl who grew up in a carefree environment, with excellent grades and good looks. A job you love, a pet, maybe you will meet someone you like one day...

She should live so relaxed and happy, if there is no Watanabe Natsuyuki.

No matter how big or small, the harm that sexual harassment brings to girls is lifelong. They may no longer dare to wear beautiful skirts, put on delicate makeup, or even dare to make friends and communicate with the opposite sex normally. Self-harm behavior - like Komatsu Inoue.

Qing Huai pursed her lips, feeling almost rebellious in her heart, why did he find the murderer for this kind of scum? ——

Suddenly, the top of his head sank, and the warm palm comforted his anger.

"Boss." Osamu Dazai said lightly, "We are not for that kind of person, we are here to clear up the grievances of Inoue-san and find the hidden "worm eggs". "

The man sat down beside him, and the windbreaker set off a lemony wind, "There are too many unbearable things in the world. If you straighten them out one by one, even a saint will be tired-boss, you have done a good job Yes, you saved Inoue."

The scent of saponins brushed against the tip of Qinghuai's nose along the cuffs, he turned his head and hummed.

"—Let's go to the Oiran Road." Seeing that Qinghuai seems to have recovered, Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, "There must be some clues there."

"What clue?"

"There will be people dressed as samurai in the parade, and each samurai will have a Nodachi at his waist."

"Nodachi?" The young man remembered something, "Oiran Daozhong was held at Luoyingju, but last time the woman at Luoyingju said that she didn't know about Nodachi, she was lying."

Osamu Dazai smiled and blinked at Qing Huai, his kite eyes sparkled, as if he had expected everything.

——Although he looks foolish, sometimes he is unexpectedly reliable.

Qinghuai took a sip of iced lemonade from the cup, and the tips of her ears, hidden in her black hair, felt a little hot.

April 4th, Qingming Festival.

The cherry blossom season in Japan is here. From south to north, from Kagoshima to Akita, it is like a roll of pink velvet carpet that is slowly rolling out.

The cherry blossoms in Yokohama are all over the sky, and it is coated with an ambiguous atmosphere that is more romantic than Valentine's Day.

It's not even six o'clock in the morning, and Lily has changed into brand-name high-heeled shoes at the door. Normally, she is still asleep at this moment, or fooling around with men all night.

But today Lily has to go to Luoyingju to take a bath, make up and change clothes before 06:30. All this is very troublesome, but it symbolizes her new life.

It was the first time that the basement was cleaned so clean. There were folded quilts on the tatami mats, and there were no more scattered underwear and stockings on the floor. All the things that represented her past were thrown into the recycling bin outside the alley.

From now on, she is no longer a cheap street girl, but the oiran of Luo Ying Residence.

Lily buttoned the last metal button with a smile and stood up.

The expensive and smooth dress fell to her ankles, but it just outlined her perfect figure.

The child upstairs was running back and forth, knocking off the wall covering from the ceiling and almost falling on her new clothes. The woman took a last look at the place where she had lived for seven years in disgust. She would never will be in this predicament.

Lily took small steps across the stairs from the basement to the first floor. The uneven concrete made her high heels get stuck a few times, but it still couldn't spoil her joyful and excited mood.

When going out, the little boy from the landlord upstairs was knocking on the brick floor at the door with a toy car. Lily sneered and glared at him.

When she left, she heard the sound of the child crying with satisfaction.

After crossing the "Santu Bridge", she will no longer have to live a life of ghosts and ghosts in Beijie.

The oiran has many rules. Lily is glad that she has not been away from this business for too long, and she can still remember her past glory. These rules are cumbersome and familiar to her. It seems that everything has not changed in the past. She is not in Beijing. After seven years of prostitution in the small basement on Nanjie Street, Lily is still beautiful and beautiful.

Her mother greeted her very early. When Lily came to look for her a week ago, she would never have thought that she would nod to let the white-eyed wolf in his 30s come back and continue to be the oiran.

But Lily is so beautiful, not only is her face not weaker than that of seven years ago, but she even has a bit of a mature woman's charm because of her age. Those red phoenix eyes alone are enough for a group of men to order millions of yen in drinks at Luo Yingju. .

She has been a mother for 30 years, and she has a unique vision. She knows that the rich people love this kind of style most. Compared with Lily, Nana, the original oiran, is not a bit worse.

Nana is too pure, and the beasts don't like pure ones when they are working outside - this is her experience.

Lily was sitting in the backstage putting on makeup. The appearance of the oiran Taoist was different from usual. She had to paint her face completely white and her lips with the brightest red.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she still feels unreal.

Ever since she found moth feathers behind her back that day, she seemed to be changing every day. At first, her skin became smoother, and the wrinkles caused by the years completely disappeared. Later, she found that her facial features seemed to be more refined, although In fact, there is no change, but it seems that there is a lot of brilliance and charm in the skin and flesh - like a fox demon with upper body.

"It turns out that everyone likes older ones now." A harsh voice sounded from the other side of the dressing room, Lily cast a glance and recognized that this was the woman who had been robbed of her crown.

She is too lazy to care, some things in the world need to be earned by herself, she deserves to be robbed, and she deserves to be taken away, she is not strong enough.

Mother thought that the two would quarrel, but Lily just glanced at Nana, not paying attention to this girl who was so much younger than herself.

"Lily has become more mature," mother smiled, her purple eye shadow was shaking off a layer of powder on her eyelids, "now she won't be at a disadvantage for men... men are unreliable, it's better to earn more money by yourself Come on down-to-earth."

"Ah, that's right." Mom seemed to think of something, "Have you chosen your nickname yet? We're going to hang a sign outside the Younv's House tomorrow."

Every oiran has his own "flower name". Nana used to be famous as "Xiang Yue Ye" on Citi Street, but since she was cheated by a scumbag and used up all her savings to redeem her, she was abandoned tragically and ended up like this. end.

Seeing that Lily didn't speak, mother asked, "Still using the original one?"

"The original one?" Lily sneered sarcastically, "No, I've made up my mind, it's called "Yu Nu". "

"Is there any moral?"

"Yes." Lily curled her lips into a smile, "It means that it breaks out of a cocoon and becomes a butterfly."