Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

The moment Mori Ogai and the swordsman looked at each other, the dark tide surged, the robes of the two rose up without any wind, and their complex gazes intertwined like sword intent, Yuri had the illusion that he heard the crisp sound of the blades striking each other.

Ah, if it was in the comics, the two people in the next storyboard should show their swords——

However, it is just at the door of an ordinary milk tea shop, not at the scene of a decisive battle, so the direction of things will change subtly.

Yuri looked to the left, then to the right.

Come to think of it, he is the president of the Armed Detective Agency. A little detective from Zeng’s uncle’s family visited the dessert shop on Leibo Street once, and he has a subtle hostile relationship with Mori Ogai, who leads the port mafia.Although it is not possible to draw swords to face each other, the mood will not be too good when they meet suddenly.

Uh... No matter how many old grievances they have unresolved, as calm and restrained adults, they should not have conflicts when buying milk tea... right?

She kept moving her hands, thinking secretly while watching the two people outside the store from the corner of her eye.

Fukuzawa Yukichi just felt that his luck was really not very good.

Obviously, judging by the other party's expression, Mori Ogai didn't come downstairs on purpose to block him.

The Armed Detective Agency is still in its infancy, and currently it mainly makes a living by solving difficult police cases and getting paid.Although the reputation among the non-supernatural people is gradually spreading, the number of clients who actually come to the detective agency to issue tasks is not many.

Just in the usual start, gradually accumulate strength and develop slowly.

With the current scale of three or two kittens in the Armed Detective Agency, it is reasonable to say that the port mafia-like behemoth should not be taken seriously at all-but who asked him to take Yosano Akiko away?

Since then, the alliance between him and Mori Ogai has been broken, and the two have become enemies from a distance, and they have never met again.

In theory, he only needs to drink Jingyuan ginger wine while waiting for the drink.

But the time to make a cup of milk tea seems very long at this moment.

After ordering, Fukuzawa Yukichi turned slightly sideways, glanced at Mori Ogai, wondering whether he should politely give up his seat like a normal customer.

Mori Ogai also felt that it was a wrong choice for him to go out today and not watch the bad luck.

look!Just because of a single thought, I was a step slower when I went downstairs!He had to pinch his nose and stand behind Fukuzawa Yukichi!It's really unreasonable!

Lost in an inexplicable place!

Unlike Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was lying and lying, he was too close to the port mafia building, and his every move was exposed to the eyes of his subordinates.

The intelligence department should have discovered an unexpected meeting; the phone vibrated lightly, it should be the security department requesting instructions; Alice is taking a nap upstairs, and it only takes less than a minute to call her over.

Thinking of the last time Fukuzawa Yukichi took something from him, his mood became slightly unhappy.So……

"A cup of cake, milk tea and chia pudding." Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Mori Ogai announced the name of the key item without changing his expression.

"President Fukuzawa is so leisurely. Is the detective agency about to close down?" The red scarf fluttered slightly, and Mori Ou's face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, showing a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Could it be that the leader of Hong Kong, who is busy with everything, is here for a walk?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi said indifferently, his figure was tall and straight, and his eyes were colder than the blade.

——Who didn't come here to buy milk tea, each other.

"... I have a small worry about whether people from rival groups should come and go freely at the gates of the Port Mafia. What's your opinion on that?"

Mori Ogai frowned in distress.

"If you insist on doing it, I can only defeat you again like I did five years ago."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, with a concise style, didn't want to say a word of nonsense, but just stated the facts, successfully turning Mori Ogai's face black.

The leader of the forest, Jing T笊鬼げ⑴, who refused to be left behind, had bright eyes and a condensed expression.

But the two of them didn't stare at each other, they just stared at Yuri who was busy at the counter in the shop with chilling eyes.

Yuli who is concentrating on making milk tea:? ? ?

Why are you staring at me?Is it because I opened the shop here?

Yuri, who had thorns on his back, was under a lot of pressure, and almost poured the syrup into the cup as tea soup with a trembling of his hand, but fortunately he reacted in time.

Just when there was only a spark to start a prairie fire, a small figure jumped up to the roof of the milk tea shop with light steps, and poked its head out from the edge of the shop signboard, condescendingly watching the scene in front of it.

Fukuzawa Yukichi Jiu Ogai, who was always paying attention to the movement on the sidelines, immediately raised his head and focused his eyes on the furry guest.

After the cat jumped onto the roof, it gave a majestic "meow" and then sat there without moving.

It was a small three-colored cat with a black spot under the pink nose, which looked like it had a mustache.

A cat looks like it has a beard. It should be a very interesting thing, but after seeing the cat, the two people below couldn't laugh at all. Instead, they unexpectedly reminded them of some important person who disappeared without a trace.

"Last time Natsume-sensei said that if we see us fighting again—" Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the cat and said in a deep voice.

"—Just spank two people." Mori Ogai reluctantly continued the second half of the sentence that violated the dignity of the leader.

"..."

Thinking of this, the two leaders of the powerful and famous side fell silent.

Spanking or something is too shameful for a middle-aged man.I don't know how the teacher came up with such a threat, but it was really effective.

When people reach middle age, they always have to take care of their own face.

The cat couldn't understand human words, and still just sat, observing the humans indifferently, with its fur fluttering in the breeze.

...the demeanor...is more similar, as if it has transformed into the majestic figure of a gentleman in a suit holding a cane.

"Your milk tea, please take it easy." Although she didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, Yuri had to break the silence.

The president's milk tea is finally ready.

The milk tea and the straw fell into the small plastic bag together.With a slap, Yuli put it firmly on the small window sill.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead with her backhand and let out a long breath.I didn't expect that making milk tea business is not easy.

Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, President Fukuzawa left with the milk tea. Before leaving, he glanced at the cat on the roof with regret, completely ignoring Mori Ogai.

After the opponent left, Mori Ogai also fell into deep thought. He couldn't figure out what he was thinking just now. He was shocked by a cat, and felt that it was like his teacher, who gave up the great opportunity to chase the opponent.

When he raised his head again, the cat was gone, and the roof was empty without a cat hair left.

The reason why he couldn't see the cat but inferred the incident from the meowing of the cat was also speculated in his mind.

I didn't expect cats to have a function. Next time I open a new store, shouldn't I bring Nanako out of town?

Hmm, maybe a good idea.

Under the dim street lights, in the path where few people passed by, the sound of 8BIT electronic music sounded very abruptly, and a pale face was illuminated by the light of the screen, floating in the darkness, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Dazai, what are you doing sitting here?"

People who passed by from this way stood still in front of that face, and asked questions in a calm voice.

"Ah! It's dead again! I said earlier that the level must be assisted by powerful props to pass, and the practice of detours is impossible--" the boy's complaining voice sounded together with a burst of game sound effects.

The screen of the game console was turned off, and the alley returned to darkness.Standing up from the ground, a tall and thin figure was none other than the mafia boy Dazai.

"What a coincidence." Oda Sakunosuke said sincerely.

The probability of picking up a friend and colleague who is squatting on the ground playing games on the way home should be less than the probability of encountering a stray cat coming up to beg for food.

"Unfortunately, I was waiting for you."

Maybe it was because the ground was cold, or maybe it was because he had waited too long, Dazai moved his body, showing a dissatisfied expression.

"Did something happen?"

"Let's have dinner together today, my treat. You really haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"It's true that I didn't eat. I just got off work. You suddenly want to treat me. Could it be that something good happened?"

"I heard that the leader had a hard time today, and he kept a straight face all afternoon. I laughed happily when I thought about it."

Dazai did show a satisfied smile, and led the way in front of him bouncing around.

There are only times when people feel that he is still a child.

"As expected of you." Oda said.

If it were someone else, they might have been scared by the low air pressure and dare not step into the chief's office.

"Hmm~" Dazai jumped off a stone pier by the side of the road.

"Dazai, have you already decided on a destination for dinner?" Odasaku asked as he walked towards the edge of the city.

"It's on Leibo Street, that location. Has Oda Saku ever been there?"

They stopped.

From an open place, one can already see the layer-by-layer structure of Leibo Street from a distance. The low buildings swirled in the night, sunken like a vortex on the Yokohama seaside.

But in the center of the vortex, there is a small bright spot of light, which is a few brand new storefronts.

They descended the newly repaired stairs.Unlike the cement-soil roads that were plastered at will, the passages on Leibo Street are quite regular now, and the stepped roads are integrated with the surrounding modern city, like a community building with a novel design or the ground just happened to sink here. So one thing, standing there as if nothing had happened.

"Well, the neighborhood was much dilapidated back then than it is now. Leibo Street looks like that now, and I think it will lose its title of poor street in two years' time."

People at the bottom are always on the move, and when Lei Bo Street slowly emerges in front of the world, and the dilapidated and disorderly appearance fades away, they should also leave and seek other places that are sufficient to shelter.

"It's really good~" Dazai sighed with his hands on his hips, "It's all due to me. My year-end bonus is all included in it."

Odasaku nodded: "I see."

He is obviously worth a lot of money, but he never shows any of it. Finally, there is a reliable explanation for Dazai's mysterious capital flow.

They arrived at the restaurant in the center of Leibo Street as if they were walking leisurely.

"The new chef of the restaurant is a very good guy, and I will come to learn cooking techniques when I have nothing to do." Dazai said in a very happy tone.

"The person in charge has changed? It seems to be a little girl before." He hesitated.

There are many choices on the menu, but Odasaku ordered a curry rice as usual.

In the steaming heat, the freshly baked curry rice was put on the table.

Dazai ordered a bowl of dashi ramen, and he was the first to start.

Sure enough, there is no familiar spicy taste.

Odasaku was slightly disappointed: "It seems that the curry rice in the western restaurant is more to my taste."

For some things, it is useless to try more, it is better to order something else.

But for some reason, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

"The guest over there, you just said that you think the curry rice from other houses is better?"

A few steps away, Xing Ping Chuangzhen, who was holding the tray, turned around, staring at Odasaku who was holding the spoon in mid-air.

"Huh? Me?" Odasaku was a little dazed.

He didn't understand why Dazai, who was sitting across from him, suddenly showed excited eyes.