Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

December 12th, Christmas Eve.

In the place where Christmas originated, it is a sacred festival full of religious atmosphere, and it is a night of family reunion, happiness and tranquility.But in the far east, as a festival that has been separated from its original context and has been reinvented, Christmas is nothing but a neon dream created by merchants.

Even so, who's to say that the well-decorated windows and sets, the easy access to sugar and calorie-laden foods, and dizzying discounts can't bring some real joy in a tired life?

In an unremarkable corner of Yokohama, there is a new commercial pedestrian street called Leibo Street, which is also celebrating this happy night.

A string of small lanterns stretched out along the eaves and window lattices, methodically flickering colorful light spots, redrawing the outline of the street stroke by stroke, as if the entire place is a huge Christmas tree, and they It's the ribbon hanging from the tree.

All kinds of light flow here.There are the cool and warm lights of the colorful neon signs of the shops along the street, the light of the swaying simple overhead lights on the small carts selling Christmas trinkets and various snacks, the changing lines of the fluorescent sticks waving in the hands of tourists, and The light of the bright and bright street lamps completely illuminated the bustling Suihachi Street.

In addition to the light, there are also all kinds of people flowing on the street.It just so happened that it was another Saturday, so the excited students gathered together, the young couples holding hands for a walk, and the office workers who had worked hard for five days and finally came to have some fun .

Among them, there is another small group that is hanging out, the members of the armed detective agency that we are already familiar with.

"Is this the lollipop in the city? It looks really good!" Kenji Miyazawa, who never left his straw hat even in the winter, said happily, holding a colorful stick-shaped lollipop half his arm long.

Those lollipops just look good, but the taste is mediocre and will stain your tongue in weird colors!

The discerning and experienced detective Ranpo wanted to say that, but all he could say was a series of meaningless murmurs.

There is no other reason. He holds a steaming dorayaki in his left hand and a fragrant sausage in his right. He is still chewing the French fries he stole from Kunikida with his puffy cheeks. He is really busy. It's too late.

Walking beside Ranpo, Kunikida, who was always on the lookout for careless detectives getting lost or being dispersed by the crowd, sighed, and was about to take off the plush antler headband that Ranpo was forcing on his head when a flash of light flashed in front of his eyes. A white light passed.

It's the flash!

He turned his head quickly, just in time to see Dr. Xie Ye, who had successfully taken the sneak shot, looking at the phone screen and smiling proudly twice.

"My photography skills look pretty good. I'll post it on the detective agency bulletin board for everyone to appreciate."

Kunikida: ...

He sighed vicissitudes of life, wisely choosing not to raise objections when the other party was happy.

He looked around and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why does it seem that the more people leave, the fewer people there are? This shouldn't be his illusion, right?

But... Forget it, as long as he is responsible for watching Ranpo, so that he can find his way back to the detective agency and not become a beggar in the cold winter night, he has perfectly fulfilled the president's instructions.

Thinking of this, Kunikida continued to walk with peace of mind.

At this time, Naomi and Tanizaki, who had fallen behind, were huddling in front of the photo sticker machine on the street, making various poses.

No, in fact, it is Naomi who is mainly changing her appearance.I saw her holding Tanizaki face to face in front of the camera for a while, pouting her mouth next to Tanizaki's cheek for a while, and hugging Tanizaki's neck tightly for a while.

"...Naomi... No, I can't breathe..." Tanizaki said with an air that seemed like a gossamer.

"Sakunosuke, I want this cola candy!"

"I want orange flavor!"

"Chocolate! Don't buy chocolate!"

Little children milled about the candy shop, eyeing every tantalizing candy in the sugar bowl, clamoring for this and that.

Oda Sakunosuke responded with a good temper, and put every variety that was reported into the shopping basket, but when he turned around, he found that the bear children grabbed the candies in the store and had a snowball fight with each other, and put different kinds of candies in colorful ways. mixed up.

Oda Sakunosuke: ...

What should I do, should I buy all these candies?The money with me may not be enough.

In the end, the mischievous little ghosts were forced to apologize to the store manager, and they were punished as voluntary labor to sort the candies and return them to their original places.

As expected, this night will be spent in a candy store overflowing with sweetness.However, who let them suffer for themselves?

On the other side, Izumi Kyoka and Atsushi Nakajima slowly moved forward side by side in the line in front of the crepe stall.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, so Atsushi Nakajima rubbed the back of his head and started to find something to say: "Speaking of which, the time we met, we were also buying crepes, hahaha..."

That was the "last date" before Quan Jinghua joined the detective agency.

Of course the girl in the mirror would remember this kind of thing, but she was chewing the big fortune dumpling seriously and didn't answer.

Atsushi Nakajima: Isn't this more embarrassing than no one talking!

Fortunately, there were two people in the line at this time, and he was rescued virtually.

The white tiger boy said "two crepes" and before he had time to export, the stall owner started to sell enthusiastically: "Today's couple's set meal, two crepes and two cups of hot cocoa, [-]% off! It's a great deal! The two of you want to come for a portion!"

Love, couple packages or something...

Hearing this, the innocent Atsushi Nakajima almost had steam on his head. He was about to refuse in a panic when a soft girl's palm covered his mouth.

"Then let's have one!" Only the girl next to him said this.

"Mirror, mirror flower sauce?"

Nakajima Atsushi looked at the other party a little at a loss.

"Shh." Quan Jinghua solemnly gestured to him for silence, and then slowly approached Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi Nakajima's heart beat wildly, and his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what he was thinking.At this moment, he heard Jinghua whisper, "There is a discount."

……

Atsushi Nakajima immediately calmed down, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.

Until they met another couple with a "couple package".

Akutagawa, who was wearing a black lacquered coat and looked cold, took a bite of the sweet crepe and took a sip of the sweet hot cocoa, his complexion softened unexpectedly.

And beside him is the girl with black hair and waist, who is not Akutagawa Gin?

After Atsushi Nakajima discovered Akutagawa, the Akutagawa brothers and sisters also saw them.

Glancing behind the two members, Akutagawa suddenly asked, "Where's Mr. Dazai?"

Where is Osamu Dazai now?

Good question.

No matter where it is, it should not be on Leibo Street tonight.

Dazai, who is tired of the world, and this flashy Christmas Eve are as incompatible as water and oil.

However, he happened to appear here again.

"Ha chirp!"

After a sneeze, Dazai rubbed his nose and concluded that he had caught a cold because he was underdressed, and it was absolutely impossible that someone was thinking about him.

"Bad luck, bad luck!"

He muttered a little unhappily.

"Sure enough, on a night like this, I should just lie on the kotatsu and drink some wine... Why did I come here to hang out?"

Osamu Dazai simply stopped in his tracks and stood still in the middle of the road, his eyes glanced at the joyful passers-by in a nonchalant manner.

What is there to be happy about these false excitement?

How pitiful, these carefree people who don't even know the nature of the world is darkness.

On this night when everyone was happy, he was the only one here, wandering like a lonely ghost——

Huh, not right.

It seems that he is not the only one who is out of season.

As if he finally found some fun in this boring night, Dazai strolled over and came to the back of the familiar figure wearing a black wide-brimmed hat.

"Oh, why is the slug sitting here drinking coffee alone? It doesn't match the festive atmosphere at all. It's so desolate that I'm about to cry."

Hearing this malicious sarcasm suddenly, the seated man let out an annoyed sound.

"It's none of your business!"

The man put down his glass heavily and turned around.

It turned out to be Zhongya, a cadre of the port mafia.

"Look at the atmosphere here." Dazai didn't think it was disobedient, but took a step closer, "I heard that you were dumped by Yuri, it really is like this!"

"I went to Italy after chasing the other party, but came back alone, dejected, and was too busy to numb myself with work day and night. Tsk tsk, isn't that the way it is?"

"Is there someone in the organization delivering information to you?! Kill it! Kill it all!"

A tic tac toe popped out on Chuya's forehead.

"And Yuri and I didn't break up, okay!"

Dazai glanced at him gloatingly with the expression that I see you stiff-mouthed.

"Yuri is only traveling in Europe, of course she will come back!"

"Hehe...whatever you say." Dazai didn't believe it at all, "Christmas is a day of reunion in Europe, everyone is on holiday, why don't you think she came back?"

I will come back, but I don't know if I will come back today.

Relying on the keen sense of smell cultivated by his partner for many years, Dazai escaped wittily one second before Nakaya got up and beat him, leaving only Nakaya who regained his innocence.

He sighed, and turned on the screen of the phone again. Seeing that there was no new news, he put the phone down again.

According to the communication records, the last time he and Yuli talked on the phone was two days ago.

And the news list is full of travel photos sent to him by Yuli.

The Eiffel Tower in the cloudy winter, the Louvre with its glass spire, and the gorgeous Cathedral of Notre Dame de Fiore...and a few travel reflections along with it.

At the beginning, I would say "it would be great if Chuya was here", but then I didn't mention it at all, and just cared about having fun.

He said he would come back today, but there was no news after eleven o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, he has been working hard these days to squeeze out the holidays.

Thinking of this, Zhong couldn't help but sighed again, and poured the black coffee down his throat like bitter wine.

In the night, the phone screen suddenly lit up faintly.

It was a new phone, but it wasn't who he thought it was.

There was a strong wind on the other end of the phone, mixed with the voices of several people chattering.

"Has Yuri arrived yet?" It was the pianist who asked.

"What? There's nothing I can do now." Leng Xue frowned.

"So tonight's fireworks are still going to be released?" Foolbird turned his head to look at the arrangement on the ground for a while, and looked up at the thickness of the clouds in the sky for a while, hesitating very much.

A few days ago, I finally couldn't stand Zhong Ye's irritable appearance because of his continuous work. The members of the Youth Association had a serious discussion and gave Zhong Ye an idea.

Just "I miss you" probably won't have any effect, so they planned a Christmas fireworks show at zero o'clock.Let Zhong also use this as a reason to invite Yuli to come back early to spend Christmas together.

"It doesn't matter if it's all ready. At least let us appreciate it." The public relations officer patted the stupid bird on the shoulder and smiled, "Chuya, let's be happy, at least there are fireworks."

"Where is Yuri now?" the surgeon asked again, asking the same question from an hour ago.

In the restaurant in the center of Leibo Street, someone is also asking this question.

"If you reheat it again, it won't be the top taste." Xing Ping Chuangzhen was a little tangled looking at the carefully prepared dishes that had cooled down, "Why don't I make it again."

"So when will Yuri arrive?"

There was a lot of voices outside the box, but there was silence in the box.He raised his head and asked to the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

A voice answered him from nowhere.

"Yuri's flight was delayed, and she just landed 10 minutes ago. According to her GPS location information, she has arrived at Tokyo International Airport, and now she is heading here at a speed of 250 kilometers per hour?"

As Chihiro Fujisaki was talking, she suddenly stopped, using a very humane doubtful tone.

"Wait, I remember Mr. Furutani who went to pick up Yuri?" Chuangzhen's expression was shaken, "Is he driving or flying a plane?"

In the deep night, a white shadow flashed across the highway, like lightning piercing the night sky.

The sound of the tires scratching the ground, the roar of the engine accelerating desperately, and Yuri's frantic heartbeat intertwined, making her eyes go black.

Why can't it be seen from the outside that Jiang Gu Ling is a racing maniac!

You can see that the pointer on the speed dashboard is about to poke out from the right, how fast is this!

"I told you just now that it's better to drive quickly, right? I take back what I just said." After a sharp drift and corner, Yuri took advantage of the short straight and said, "I think my personal safety is more important. important……"

"Do not worry."

Rei Furuya in the driver's seat smiled calmly.

"Your wish to arrive at Leibo Street before midnight will definitely come true for you."

Before the words were finished, the highway intersection ahead was congested because it was approaching the off-ramp.

Seeing that the Mazda rx7 driving at high speed was about to hit those cars head-on, Yuri closed her eyes subconsciously.

Then the feeling of weightlessness forced her to open her eyes again.

Literally, their car was flying through the air before landing hard on the nearby tram track with a hard clang.

With only the force and drive of the left tire, the Mazda rx7 advances along the narrow track at high speed, performing difficult movements like circus acrobatics.

It turned out that when approaching the congested road just now, Jiang Gu Ling controlled the car to drive up the road guardrail, and then took off directly along the upward railing.

Yuri hurriedly turned her head, and was relieved to find that there was no tram chasing behind her.

Of course, it's useless to chase, after all, it's Akina Yamamoto who is driving the car god Jiang Ya Ling.If the tram dared to come, he dared to drive on the front of the tram.

A beautiful flick made an emergency stop, and the Mazda stopped on the side of the road outside Leibo Street. Except for a few scratches, the body was unscathed.

"...I'll talk to you about your driving when I'm free."

"No problem, Yuri." Unlike the disheveled Yuri, Furutani Rei didn't even change his hairstyle, he waved his hand casually, "And, Merry Christmas."

It was already 11:47.

The newly built musical fountain on the central square of Leibo Street is operating on its own. The colorful spotlights illuminate the fountain in various colors. It seems a bit stupid, but it is more lively and interesting.

Yuri ran down, the sound of footsteps falling on the steps seemed like little notes in music.

Zhongya, who was standing by the fountain, seemed to have a premonition, and suddenly raised his head.

On the steps, the person he was waiting for appeared, with unkempt hair, disheveled and panting after running.

There was a lot to say, but the two of them didn't open their mouths for a moment. They just quietly watched each other's face turn red and green under the rotating lights of the fountain, and for some reason, they laughed at the same time.

Then Nakaya took a step forward and hugged Yuri tightly.

"I have to come back in the last few minutes or something... I will not be an example!"

"Got it..."

After that, they walked down Leibo Street together arm in arm.It wasn't until this time that Chuya finally felt that he had merged into the joyful atmosphere of the festival.

The potted plants along the street were replaced by cedar early in the morning, dotted with holly branches full of bunches of bright red and lovely fruits, and occasionally one or two cotton and pine cones inserted, full of bright colors of Christmas.

Yuli, who was in a hurry and didn't have time to pad his stomach, was about to sweep the food stalls along the way, when he suddenly stopped and looked up at the street lamp above.

The street lamps that are usually bare have to be decorated for the arrival of Christmas.A garland adorned with bells was hung, tied with a silk ribbon, and gently swayed in the evening wind.

"It's a parasite..."

Talking to herself like this, Yuri tilted her head and smiled at Chuya, and kissed Chuya's lips in the eyes of the other party who didn't know why.

The long kiss ended, and a vacuum had been formed around them because of pedestrians' kind avoidance.Zhong Ye, who suddenly showed his affection in public, although he still doesn't understand the legend of Xie Jisheng, the haze in his heart has been swept away for days.

He was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a black shadow flickering on the lampstand above his head.

"who?!"

Sakamoto, who is lying on the lampstand: ...

About 5 minutes ago, he found the parasitic garland attached to this street lamp had fallen to the ground, so he climbed up the lamp stand to hang it back.But the hook tied to the top of the ribbon lost its stickiness, and he couldn't hang the wreath properly for a while, so he could only hold the wreath with his hands, hide in the shadow behind the street lamp, and wait for the young couple under the lamp to go away.

Who knew that he would meet Yuri and Chuya?

At this embarrassing moment, a thin meow came from above the street lamp.

Sakamoto raised his head, and the black shadow in front of him, which he thought was the lampshade of the street lamp, moved by itself, and then opened two round amber eyes, looking at him with twisted movements very curiously.

"It turned out to be a cat." Zhong also murmured, the situation on the street lamp was completely covered by the flashing light, and he couldn't see clearly for a while. If it was said that the cat was on it, it would be reasonable.

"Could it be Nanako?" Yuri was taken aback for a moment, and then felt that the cat's meow was somewhat familiar.

When she was considering whether to go up to catch the cat, she didn't know who started it, and the crowd gathered in the square spontaneously counted down.

"10, 9, 8..."

Unexpectedly, the zero o'clock was approaching, and Yuli's attention was suddenly diverted, and he dragged Zhongya to the square, intending to pick a good viewing spot.

Sakamoto, who was lying on the street lamp, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, took the cat into his arms, and jumped down.

The squeamish Nanako-san seemed to feel that she was being treated poorly, and brushed her tail across his face in dissatisfaction.

The countdown ended quickly, and when the count was over, applause and whistles sounded together.

At this moment, the first fireworks bloomed in the night sky of Yokohama.

To put it bluntly, fireworks are in full bloom every festival, but none of them can compare to this time.The bright rays of light slanted down like a meteor shower, continuously, printing and dyeing gorgeous flame flowers in the sky.

Pedestrians in any corner can't help but stop for it, and people who are about to sink into the darkness are also awakened by its brilliance.

Because the fireworks this time bloomed from the tallest building in Yokohama.

"Mori Ogai is actually setting off fireworks?"

On the balcony of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Ango Sakaguchi, who came to smoke a cigarette during his work break, was also shocked. He took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on.

That's right, the fireworks are indeed sent from the tall buildings of the Mori Club in the port.

But this is a big misunderstanding, Mori Ogai is not setting off fireworks.

Not only is Mori Ogai not setting off fireworks, but Mori Ogai is the only person in Yokohama who cannot see fireworks.

Sitting in the leader's office on the next floor from where the fireworks were launched, he was holding a pen at this moment, facing the thick official documents and reports that needed to be corrected in front of him, with complicated emotions.

"Oh, lonely festival night, I only have you, Alice-chan~"

Pretentiously sweet lament, but did not attract the accustomed loli scolding, the resplendent and resplendent office was empty, only his own voice echoed.

"...Leader, Miss Alice ran out 10 minutes ago, saying she wanted to watch the fireworks."

The guard hiding in the dark like a shadow bowed his head and said respectfully.

"..."

The port mafia leader had a complex look on his face. At this time, he rarely felt the mood to drop his pen and walk away.

But no, he has to work.

This morning, his right-hand man, Nakaya-kun, walked into his office, claiming that he would take off "the annual leave and marriage leave accumulated over the past few years", rounding up, he would not see each other for three months, which was a sudden extra More than half of the workload will be borne by himself.

...There is no doubt that she was taught badly by Ms. Yuri.

However, out of the consideration of stabilizing the situation, he also likes to maintain a stable relationship between Mr. Nakaya and Ms. Yuri, so it is difficult for him to say anything.

...But this file is also too much, right?

The frowning Mori Ogai touched his hairline and couldn't help but sighed again.

No matter how brilliant the fireworks are, there will always be an end. There is only a faint smoke after the fireworks on the clouds, and the crowd dispersed in an atmosphere that is still full of meaning.

"Let's go to the central restaurant to have something to eat first, and then go back to the apartment." Yuri took Chuya's hand, "I'll stay a few more days this time, so I can accompany you~"

I didn't want to but flatly refused: "No, you can pack your luggage when you go back."

"Eh?"

Yuri was stunned, and her steps stopped.

Does this mean to drive her away?

And Zhong also cleared his throat and announced the big news that had been brewing for a long time.

"I'm going to use up my annual leave and wedding leave this time. Didn't you say last time that you still want to go to England? Let's go there for our honeymoon, how about it?"

Yuri stared blankly at Chuya.

At that moment, she really felt that the fireworks that amazed the whole of Yokohama were not as exciting as the boy's heart in front of her, and they were not as exciting as the journey they were about to start.

"I want to go to Windsor Castle, and I want to take the London Eye!" She leaned against Nakaya's arms, and she had already started planning the itinerary in her mind.

"No problem. The ticket has already been booked." Zhong Ye took her in his arms and walked towards the restaurant.

At this moment, the people around suddenly screamed in small voices.

Pieces of dreamy snowflakes fall silently, kissing the hair tips and open palms of tourists, and shining crystal luster under the warm light of street lamps.

The first snow of this year in Yokohama has come.

Even though the night sky was covered with gauze-like clouds, snowflakes fell involuntarily, forming a thick layer on the ground.

The children screamed wildly with joy, and the adults seemed to be infected by the joy, stopping one after another to watch the scene of snowflakes dancing slowly among the bright lights.

The musical fountain sings tirelessly, the melodious and elegant melody of the violin is melodious, and the sporadic decorations of the celesta are like wind chimes in a dream, which may also be the bells tied to Santa Claus's sleigh, and the pipe bells are the holy bells of the church. The bell sounded the perfect movement tonight.

On the roof, Hirotsu Wanderers and Tachihara Michizo, with cigarettes in their mouths, guarded the hard-working artificial snow machine.

"How long are we going to blow the cold wind here?"

"At least wait until the snow falls."

Although they complained, no one had the intention of leaving. After all, they knew in their hearts that the people tonight must hope that this snow will never stop.

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