get out of my yokohama

Inside the Armed Detective Agency.

The windows were refreshed, and the walls were re-wallpapered after the bullet casings were removed.

The sunlight is just right, shining into the room through the glass.

There is nothing for her to do for the time being, Hill is sitting on the desk and reading the newspaper. The headline of the Tokyo Daily is that Andeva accidentally ordered a hotel when he captured the prisoner. He sincerely apologizes to the public and promises that he will use his personality more cautiously in the future. , giving tougher crackdowns on personality crimes without breaking the rules.

The first few job titles are government signs, and serious journalists will not smear without eyesight. The bias in the report is obvious. Although it is a mistake, voluntary admission can leave a good impression on the public.

But there was no mention of the almost burning of a child.

Hill has heard that in addition to the hero department, the professional hero training school also has a management department. After completing the studies, he specializes in public relations for professional English. It seems that Andewa's office has a good public relations.

But that has nothing to do with her, someone will not let him go easily.

The newspaper was turned over, and the sound of flipping the paper was mixed with the sound of conversation between Mr. Dazai and Mr. Kunikida.

"By the way, what's the matter with your eyes? It was covered so many layers yesterday, so it's fine today?"

"You don't know Kunikida, do you? I've used my eyes too much recently, wrapping them with bandages is a good way to relieve fatigue and prevent myopia."

"is it?"

"Hmm, suicidalists never lie, why don't you write it down?"

Kunikida Doppo actually took out his handbook with ideals written on the cover, and wrote it down carefully with a pen, chanting what he was about to write while writing.

"A bandage over the eye relieves..."

At the scene of bullying an honest man, Hill sighed inwardly.

It's not surprising that Mr. Dazai is making trouble again, but Mr. Kunikida looks like an elite who is not very smart.

Hill raised his eyes and saw Mr. Dazai who was sitting diagonally opposite. He seemed to be looking at her, and he didn't feel ashamed when he saw her look up.

The next moment, he said leisurely.

"It's fake."

Kunikida paused for a moment, then broke the pen, grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar with his backhand and threw him over his shoulder, throwing him to the ground.

The ground shook.

Mr. Kunikida's anger was still there, and he straightened his collar, while Mr. Dazai was lying on his back, his eyes turned into mosquito coils.

Ugh.

Mr. Dazai is obviously so afraid of pain, why does he always do tricks?

She remembered Mr. Dazai's two questions yesterday.

Was your past a failure?

of course.

Her past, nothing happened.

She wanted to protect Yokohama, but she committed hundreds of cases on this land; she wanted to become a powerful person, but she didn't make any progress; she wanted to get Mr. Dazai... Love is not an extravagant hope, A little bit of approval, and finally abandoned.

What a failure.

So she has a high degree of agreement with Ouluosi's words. Think about it, Mr. Zhongyuan, one of the frightening double blacks, sheltered a group of white-eyed wolves before entering Hong Kong. The dagger of medicine was exchanged for the betrayal of his companions.

Mr. Dazai, who has no feelings, would not put himself in that situation.

Is Mr. Nakahara stupid?Not stupid, on the contrary very smart, just dragged down by feelings.

As for another question, the difference between Oros and Mr. Dazai.

Isn't that obvious?Oulos is a brave girl, she knows what she wants, she has a clear purpose, and she will use all means to get it.

Mr. Dazai...he is a coward.

Worry about gains and losses in one's own affairs, look forward and backward.

Well!

She obviously didn't think about Mr. Dazai subconsciously, so she opened the memory palace in desperation, and put the part about Mr. Dazai in it.

lock.

"Hill-chan~" At some point, Mr. Dazai's body as soft as a noodle fish clung to her lap, and said pitifully, "I got hurt qaq."

Hill hasn't had time to buy new clothes yet, so she only has two clothes, one is yesterday's shirt and wide-leg pants, which was washed when she got home, and today she is wearing a white tight dress, made of a suit, and knee-length white boots , the skin from the knee to the hem of the skirt is delicate and white, and his hand was accidentally placed on it.

Before she could say anything, Mr. Dazai was violently suppressed again, and Mr. Kunikida's loud voice resounded throughout the detective agency.

"Don't scare the newcomers away!"

Atsushi Nakajima smiled wryly, "..."

Miss Hill is more likely to be scared away by Mr. Kunikida.

"Are you okay?" Kunikida Doppo asked her. After all, in his eyes, it was just a newcomer who had been employed for a day and was entangled by his seniors. He must not just sit idly by.

"It's ok."

"Don't force it."

"There is no need to care about this body, the important thing is that thinking and reason are not disturbed."

After finishing speaking, he continued to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened.

Could this be a normal reaction of a woman whose thigh is touched by a man?

But that's right, she broke her leg and hand yesterday in order to save a child, and she was fine afterwards, which showed that she was indeed as she said.

The president recruited some weird guys to come in again.

Perhaps because there are such people in the club, Kunikida Doppo has a subtle sense of identification with her again.

"Mr. Kunikida, the president has entrusted you, and Miss Hill, please bring the documents to pick up Mr. Ranpo."

Kunikida Doppo grabbed the collar of Osamu Dazai who was going to sneak with Hill, and said a few words to the newcomer who just joined the detective agency as a senior, "The first job after joining the agency, do it well, say Maybe I can learn something from Ranpo-san."

"Yes."

She could still hear voices in the house after closing the door.

"I want to be with Hill-chan."

"Don't talk, don't disturb the newcomers."

The voice gradually faded away, and Haruno Qiluozi who was walking beside her handed her a brown paper bag and followed her downstairs, hesitating to speak.

"If you have something to say, you can speak directly."

"That's how it is," Haruno Kirako felt that it was necessary to explain, "Mr. Ranpo can get lost, and he doesn't know much about buying tickets for daily rides, but his reasoning ability is top-notch."

She was worried that Hill would look down on Mr. Ranpo. Such an old man didn't even know how to buy a ticket by car, and he would get lost from home to the detective agency.

Who knew that Hill smiled lightly and said, "There are still a lot of detectives who don't know the earth revolves around the sun, what is Mr. Ranpo?"

Kirako Haruno "..."

You are very receptive, Miss Hill.

The detective who didn't know that the earth revolves around the sun is naturally dear Sherlock. Oluos raised her as his daughter. In theory, she should call Sherlock a second uncle. Ah, his expression at that time was so funny.

Off topic... It's not that he doesn't know this common sense, and others have no right to laugh at him.True knowledge is obtained through thinking and verification, while false knowledge is instilled by others, but you don’t understand it when you remember it, and it will be forgotten over time.

Why did the geocentric theory appear first?How is the heliocentric theory derived?Application of heliocentric theory in daily life?This is what Sherlock thinks is unnecessary to remember. Human brain capacity is limited, why should he remember things that are useless to him?He's a consulting detective, not an astronomer.

So there are detectives in the world who don't know that the earth revolves around the sun, and there are detectives who can solve crimes by sitting in a rocking chair and listening to other people's stories. Naturally, there are Mr. Ranpo.

According to the address given by Ms. Haruno, Hill successfully found Mr. Ranpo's single-family villa. Standing at the gate of the fence, he saw Edogawa Ranpo sitting on the steps in front of the door.

He was drinking marble soda with his head up, and the sun was shining on his face, illuminating his 26-year-old but 16-year-old boy-like face.

"Here we come." Without any surprise, he jumped down the steps and opened the door for her briskly, "Let's go."

On the Shinkansen, the two sat together, without intentionally making a friendly conversation, one was eating potato chips, and the other was flipping through the latest fashion magazine.

Hill heard the clicking sound and stopped, and then a head wearing a hat appeared in his perspective.

"Mr. Ranpo, are you bored?"

"The potato chips I brought are finished." As he spoke, he shook the empty potato chip bag and collapsed on the seat.

After a while, his cell phone rang, and his posture remained unchanged, lazily taking out the cell phone from his pocket to answer it.

"It's me, huh? All right."

He hung up the phone and said in a low voice, "The Aichi County police officer said the case was solved."

"Get off at the next stop." Hill glanced at him, "Didn't they say which detective it was?"

It's impossible for the Aichi prefectural police officer to suddenly get enlightened and solve the case while waiting for Mr. Ranpo.

"High school student detective Hattori Heiji."

"Higashi Kudo, the suit department, the real detective doesn't care about them, and that case doesn't seem to be a difficult case. I am the world's number one detective. Of course, I should be investigating strange cases that no one can solve."

Like a big kid, his emotions come and go quickly.

Hill did not speak.

It seems that Mr. Ranpo was cut off by these two not once or twice.

Back in Yokohama, Mr. Ranpo was in a hurry to buy dim sum. It is said that the dim sum shop will release a new batch of dim sum at this time, which is delicious and hot.

Hill pointed to a road that was far away from people but very close and said to him: "Go this way."

"How do you know this road is the shortest?" He chewed on a candy bar, his voice bulging.

"Trained, I remember every road in Yokohama," Hill pointed to his temple, "here."

"Well, it's a good skill."

Before he could say the second half of the sentence, his face suddenly changed, his blue eyes opened, and his expression was serious and serious.

Hill knew why.

She also saw the dead man lying not far away.

The author has something to say about Conan, and I don’t want to write chaotic steps to crush Conan and the others, but it’s for sure, after all, Kudo Yusaku’s reasoning ability is stronger than Conan’s in Conan’s worldview (Where did I read this? unimportant)

As far as my IQ is not too brain-intensive, the method is not complicated, but it is more complex in criminal psychology.

The first case is quite simple, born out of (beep——)

I'm prone to spoilers when I'm talkative (lay flat)

Love you love you so much!

Thanks to the little angel Taigong who cast the rocket launcher for one Tibetan flower;

Thank you for the little angel hx85 bottles of irrigation nutrient solution; 50 bottles from the bottom of the grade; 20 bottles at the time of Shengu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!