get out of my yokohama

"Mr. Dazai? Why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai walked over slowly, stood in front of her, and replied with a smile, "Come and listen to Hill sing."

The ending sound rises happily, and anyone can tell that he is happy.

But when I came to a karaoke bar in Nishitama City from Yokohama to listen to her singing, I always felt that something was wrong.

Hill didn't ask further, Mr. Dazai must have his reasons for doing things, and she couldn't tell it from the sudden drop in IQ.

"How is the serial murder going?"

"The suspect was caught and he has pleaded guilty."

"Oh, it's amazing, the prisoner was caught in just one morning."

"..."

Just like that, she went out alone, and brought Osamu Dazai with her when she returned to the box.

"This is Mr. Dazai, the senior of the Armed Detective Agency."

Most of the people in the box met only today. Sonoko Suzuki is a classmate of Morilan, and she took part in the celebration of the popular rock band Rex through her father's relationship. Morilan invited her and Atsushi Nakajima to play, and they happened to meet. Then they discussed in a box, and there were so many people.

Although the Rex Orchestra was an entertainer, they had no airs. They heard that it was a well-known armed detective agency and they enthusiastically asked them how to handle the case.

When Hill came back, he saw that Atsushi Nakajima's eyes were turning mosquito coils. The arrival of Osamu Dazai just diverted the firepower of everyone who was curious about the detective industry.

No matter what he is internally, externally he is humorous, talkative, and handsome.

Just like all karaoke boxes, there are three sets of sofas, one tea table, and various rice balls, snacks and drinks on them. Atsushi Nakajima sat in the next set, and when he was thirsty, he picked up fruit juice to drink. The head looked to be Miss Hill.

"You seem to be in a good mood," Hill said.

"Well," he said in a soft voice, "When I was kicked out of the orphanage and lived on the streets, I never dreamed that I could have a lively dinner with people and sing."

So it was great to meet Mr. Dazai.

"Order a song?"

"Ah no."

"I'll help you?"

"No, no, no," he was about to wave his hands, panic and shyness were evident on his face, "I haven't even heard a few songs, let everyone sing."

What to sing in front of everyone, it's too shameful, what if he gets out of tune?

Hill just gave up and drank his own orange juice. Atsushi Nakajima glanced at Mr. Dazai who was chatting enthusiastically with someone, and approached Hill to ask her about Mr. Dazai, but a chill rose up his back.

Zhan Weiwei turned his head and met Mr. Dazai's dark eyes. The small animal alarm sounded, and he immediately sat upright, not moving towards Hill's side at all, and the alarm was temporarily lifted.

Swipe off a cold sweat, but scared the tiger to death.

At this time, Mao Lilan finished singing, and everyone applauded. Rex's lead singer Kimura Tatsu was also a straightforward young man, and he said that Mao Lilan's singing voice was no worse than some professional singers.

Mao Lilan smiled and said to Hill: "Miss Hill, will you sing? I'll choose a song for you."

Hill got up, walked to her side, looked down at the pop-up screen, and murmured: "I can't keep up with the trend."

To say that her situation is similar to that of Atsushi Nakajima, not long after she came back, she hadn’t listened to many songs in this world, and there were no songs over there.

The lead singer Kimura Tatsuya with an unflattering mouth said directly: "It's such an old song."

Mao Lilan thought for a while: "I will do this, she sang with my mother last time."

Hill: "Chorus?"

She froze for a moment, then laughed, "Okay."

The two girls met for a while and studied who would sing the male voice and who would sing the female voice. When the light in the box was dimmed, the prelude started, and Mao Lilan took the microphone and started the female voice first.

Everyone on the sofa had different expressions. Osamu Dazai stopped chatting and held his face in one hand, not to mention how obedient he looked. He looked ahead, his eyes sparkling.

"Eh!"

Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback. It turned out that the lady from the Suzuki Group sat next to him with juice, covered her mouth with one hand, and whispered gossip: "Does that Mr. Dazai of yours like Hill?"

"..." He first slandered Miss Suzuki Group for being such a gossip, but it was because of the cute contrast that it was easy to eliminate the sense of distance between people, so he also covered his mouth and replied in a low voice, "Yes, yes, you never Where do you see it?"

Suzuki Sonoko curled her lips: "It's so obvious, okay? Although we were chatting after coming in, but his eyes glanced at you from time to time, it is impossible for him to like you."

Atsushi Nakajima laughed twice, Mr. Dazai likes him?Just thinking about it is a stomachache.

Looking like an emotional expert, Suzuki Sonoko analyzed decently: "I don't think Hill has any special reaction."

Atsushi Nakajima responded, "Yes." Miss Hill was out of state the whole time.

"I just don't understand the style."

Speaking of this, Atsushi Nakajima remembered, "Miss Hill said that she hopes to be an emotionless, high-speed running machine."

It took some time to digest this sentence, Suzuki Sonoko's face was filled with disbelief, followed by unspeakable sympathy.

"Mr. Dazai is so miserable."

Atsushi Nakajima felt that he could only laugh dryly, it's really hard to say who is miserable.

Hill's voice tends to be deep and hoarse, like a stream flowing quietly under the moonlight. It is more than melodious, but lacking in emotion. This is a love song, but Mao Lilan's voice is gentle and clean. Although it is slightly lacking in technique, it can express Express the feeling of longing in the center of the song.When one person sings a duet, each other achieves and complements each other, and there is even a tacit understanding in the mutual eyes.

Originally focused on listening to my sweetheart singing Conan & Osamu Dazai: "???"

After a song was sung, Tatsuya Kimura, the lead singer of the band, asked Hill curiously: "Have you specially practiced vocalization?"

Hill nodded.

"If you don't want to be a detective, you can become a singer." The other party commented, with a little nostalgia in his eyes.

"Thank you."

Soon, the prelude to the next song started, a nursery rhyme Red Nosed Reindeer, Kimura Tatsuya propped his chin and said that it was specially ordered for their band manager Mari Terahara.

"How about it? This song is very suitable for you who still believe in Santa Claus in junior high school, right? Putting on airs as a big beauty manager?" When he said 'big beauty', he couldn't express his tone of sarcasm.

"Understood, I'll sing." Terahara Mari was silent for a while, and went to the front to sing.

Although there were two people in the box who didn't know anyone before, they were all easy to get along with, and the atmosphere was always very warm. It was the lead singer who spoke very coldly, like a hedgehog.

After mocking the manager, Mari Terahara, who is superior, he said that Mr. Katsumi Yamada, the drummer, was too bad to listen to, and Mieko Shibazaki, the guitarist, did not let it go. Finally, when the karaoke owner Go Sumii came in, he said that he opened a shop that was not profitable.

This kind of hate skill can't survive even one episode in a criminal investigation drama, Hill sighed.

I don’t know who ordered Tatsuya Kimura’s best-selling song. He stood up and sang it. Even though there was no flashlight, he did a full set. The inside of the coat is thrown out.

He was a little sloppy, and his level was worthy of the name of a professional singer. After singing, he wanted to eat some rice balls. Hill took out two tissues and handed them to him. "I just touched the microphone, and I used a tissue to cushion it when I was eating."

Kimura Tatsu was also taken aback, and whispered like a child who doesn't know how to accept other people's kindness: "Thank you."

He took it but didn't eat the rice ball, but sat a little further away in silence.

Looking at Atsushi Nakajima from the side, he said that he would also sit farther away. Miss Hill squeezed his hand when he gave him a tissue!

Could it be some code?

In all fairness, the lead singer of the band has a very heroic appearance, which is very attractive to girls, otherwise he would not be an idol, but compared with Mr. Dazai, there is still a certain gap. Ms. Hill, wake up.

Atsushi Nakajima felt that he was carrying a big secret, and became more and more quiet like a chicken.

Kimura Tatsuya also had a variety show to participate in after the celebration, but he hadn't enjoyed it to the fullest yet. As the manager, Terahara Mari had nothing to do with him, so he went out and called to tell him to wait.

She made a phone call and didn't return to the box, but went to the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror, and showed a bitter and cruel smile.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and she quickly lowered her head not to let others see her expression, but she didn't know that the mirror clearly showed her true face.

"Sometimes, a person's body language is worth a thousand words, Ms. Terahara, have you heard this saying?"

It was Hill who came in, and Mari Terahara turned around with a forced smile: "I don't understand what you mean."

Hill said: "When Kimura-kun reached out to get the rice ball, you made an obvious finger movement, and your lips moved slightly. You wanted to stop it, but you gave up. You were struggling, and you breathed a sigh of relief when I handed him a tissue. , You want to kill him, but you don’t want to kill him.”

Mari Terahara's face changed slightly: "What are you talking about, Miss Holmes?"

"I'm assuming that he got a |poisonous| substance on his hands, probably on the inside of his clothes, and when he threw his coat, it got on his hands, and then whatever he ate would be poisoned and he would die."

"I found that... you have a talent for telling stories, let's call it a day, I should go back."

Terahara Mari brushed past her, walked back with a gloomy face, her hand on the handle, because she stopped for a word.

"There is nothing ordinary people can't get poisonous|poisonous|substances from suspected channels. You are sure that he didn't feel sick after eating, but died immediately. That kind of poison... I guess you have relatives and friends who do it in the chemistry laboratory of the university. Experiment, you are stealing in the name of visiting, have you ever thought about what will happen if she loses her application to approve potassium cyanide?"

Hill turned around and watched her trembling slightly, her voice was calm: "Do you want me to continue?"

"Will you tell?"

"If I say yes, what do you want to do?"

Mari Terahara smiled wryly: "I heard that everyone in the Armed Detective Agency has powerful abilities. Even if I use my personality, I'm no match for you."

She faced her, leaning against the door.

"I admit defeat, Miss Detective, do you want to call the police?"

Hill didn't answer: "What's the motive?"

Terahara Mari: "You have seen through everything, do you still want to ask me?"

Hill's voice was cold: "It depends on how I deal with you."

"..."

Mari Terahara told a story.

She and Tatsuya Kimura used to be the lead singer of a bar band. Later, Tatsuya Kimura was discovered by scouts and formed the Rex Band to debut. At that time, Tatsuya Kimura invited her to be the manager. Mari Terahara has always liked Tatsuya Kimura silently. These words thought that he might have some meaning for her in his heart.

But after joining the orchestra, Kimura Tatsuya seemed to be a different person, provoking and arguing with her at every turn, saying that she was an ugly girl. She thought that Kimura Tatsuya invited her to join the orchestra to insult her.

Hate from love.

As he spoke, he covered his face and began to cry. Hill looked at her with no waves in his eyes, and waited for her to cry for a while, without comfort or denial, "Miss Terahara, you have concealed a key point."

She wailed, her teeth tingling with Miss Detective's indifference.

She suddenly realized that the person in front of her was not as easy to get along with as she appeared in the box, perhaps he was indifferent to the core.

"He called you the beauty manager in a weird way, and sometimes called you an ugly girl. You have had plastic surgery, haven't you?"

Now that the matter has come to this point, she is not surprised, but has a feeling that she really can't hide it.

Wipe away tears and calm down.

"Yes, I want to be an excellent woman who can stand beside him, so I went for plastic surgery."

"Have you... ever thought that he treated you very well before your plastic surgery, but his attitude changed drastically after your plastic surgery? Maybe he likes you before the plastic surgery."

Terahara Mari sneered: "I admit that you are an excellent detective, but you are not a god, how could you know what he thinks? I used to look...poor skin, with a lot of freckles, how could anyone really like it?"

"I won't comment on how he feels. Ms. Terahara, do you know that human beauty is divided into bone beauty and skin beauty?"

"what?"

Hill showed the first smile that came in, as if the time had crossed, and his voice overlapped with another person's.

When she was a profiler, she was in the second world. At that time, her appearance and skin condition were not like this. The current perfection is based on the adjustment of the black technology world. Before that, she scared and cried a child with her appearance.

So when I go out, I always wear a hat with a big brim, and the collar covers the nose, only revealing a pair of eyes. It's not because I feel inferior, and I don't want to provoke inexplicable sympathy.

Later, the whole face was photographed by a reporter during the mission. It was not a polite newspaper, and it made fun of the FBI profiler's appearance as a piece of news.

This incident can't hurt her. Her heart strength has been developed as early as when she was a civil servant in the Commonwealth of Nations, but BAU colleagues are all moving. Jennifer contacted the annoying media, and Hochner was dealing with misogyny The boss, Morgan pushed Dr. Rhett who was speaking in front of her.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you to comfort me."

The little doctor stuttered and spoke more and more fluently.

"Well, do you know the Marquette mask? It is a golden ratio facial model calculated from various data, including the distribution of facial features, shape, ups and downs, and muscle arrangement. He claimed that his mask is suitable for all races to test whether it is a perfect face shape. ..."

"Many people think that three-dimensional means good bones, and oriental faces have ordinary bones. In fact, the beauty of bones is not that simple. First of all, the muscles are smooth, and even if there are exaggerated expressions on the face, it will not affect the perception..."

He cautiously confused her with technical terms and various data, and finally felt embarrassed, looked at her smoky eyes tentatively, and said softly: "Your skin is not as delicate as ordinary people, and the color is evenly distributed, but your bones It's beautiful."

As if he was afraid that she would not believe it, he nervously repeated it.

"Hill, you are beautiful."

She was silent for a long time, then said quietly: "I thought you were going to say that looks are not important, but the beauty of the heart is the key."

Overheard Morgan suddenly said: "Hey, that's too rustic, even if I go out and strike up a conversation with girls, I won't say these things."

……

"Miss Terahara, you have beautiful bones."

So don't be ashamed.

She smiled with tears in her eyes: "Anyway, thank you."

"..."

"What do you want to do with me?"

"Let the parties decide."

Hill walked past her and opened the bathroom door, and outside the door stood Tatsuya Kimura, who had lost his soul.

"Tatsuya..."

"I didn't expect you to think so, sorry," Kimura Tatsumi didn't look like a high-spirited idol singer who could be blown away by a gust of wind, "I don't want you to care about other people's eyes, I want to be with you at the beginning."

"Cheat, lie."

In the following conversation, Hill did not participate, she turned and left, and encountered a dilemma not far away, Atsushi Nakajima.

She raised her eyebrows: "Come here to eavesdrop?"

Atsushi Nakajima immediately said, "Mr. Dazai asked me to take a look."

Hill sighed and stretched out his hand to touch his neck. Atsushi Nakajima shrank his neck and did not hide. His previous experience told him that every movement of Miss Hill was not meaningless. Sure enough, Miss Hill opened her palm, and there was a round shape in her hand. monitor.

"Eh eh?"

"Nakajima-kun, please make some snacks."

"QAQ."

The members of the Rex Band left early for various reasons, and there were only a few of them left in the lively box. Miss Suzuki was very good at invigorating the atmosphere. Seeing that no one came up to sing, she said that no one had ever sung before. .

Isn't that...

"That's right, it's down!"

Osamu Dazai held the microphone in one hand, and made a gesture of eight on his chin with the other hand, his kite eyes were shining brightly, like a child who just met and liked toys.

Nakajima Atsushi & Hill: "..."

There is a sense of foreboding.

It was the first time for him to sing Atsushi Nakajima in front of others. He was embarrassed and said: "Don't laugh at me if I sing badly."

Miss Suzuki quickly said no, no, no.

Next to Atsushi Nakajima is the classic half-moon eye Conan, also holding a microphone in his hand.

The height of the three is stepped.

The prelude started, and Atsushi Nakajima took a deep breath. He heard this song when he passed by a shopping mall on the way to the detective agency. Just keep quiet and follow along.

Unexpectedly, he was stunned when both sides spoke.

There is no tune on the left, and five-tone incompleteness on the right.

He looked left and right, both of them were holding microphones in both hands, and their eyes were lightly closed in a state of intoxication, which seemed normal.

Could it be that he has a hearing problem?

He looked forward and saw three girls on the sofa, Suzuki Sonoko exaggeratedly covering his ears with his hands, Hill's face was expressionless, and only Xiaolan smiled helplessly.

Before he got over this nightmare, Mr. Dazai began to tamper with the lyrics.

"Sacrifice for love~ oh~ one person can't die for love~ but~ but~ two people can do~"

And Conan let himself go even more. When there were no lyrics, he shook his legs lightly with the rhythm and added a lot of onomatopoeia.

"Hmph, yo!"