get out of my yokohama

"Hey, Hill, did you come in for that matter too? I'm so happy, we have such a tacit understanding in doing things."

Hill: "..."

Thanks to the black suits for sealing her mouth with tape, and if only they plugged her ears by the way.

"It's been 36 hours since we last met, it's been a long time."

Osamu Dazai looked at her with a smile, and suddenly froze. Before he could say anything, he heard familiar footsteps not far away.

"Are you thinking of something?"

The voice of the young man Zhang Yang came, and he deliberately stopped to admire his former partner's downcast appearance from a distance before continuing to walk.

Osamu Dazai was keenly aware of a problem.

—the slug didn't see Hill.

Hill: "..."

She originally thought that it would be okay to meet acquaintances after such a big change, but Yin could still doubt her identity and follow her up.

If it wasn't for an important occasion, she made up her mind not to meet her former friends again.

Even if she is bald here today, Mr. Zhongyuan can't let Mr. Zhongyuan see her!

telepathy!

It's easy to guess what's going on in Hill's heart. Osamu Dazai was stunned at first, but couldn't help laughing, squinting his eyes and laughing out loud.

The red-haired young man gave him a disgusted look: "What are you laughing at? You're so stupid."

Osamu Dazai smiled, the kind of smile that makes people want to punch him in the face.

At least Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to have itchy hands.

"You are still the same as before, you haven't grown taller at all, you don't want to say that 22 years old is still your growth period?"

"How can you say that about me? You idiot, aren't you still thinking about committing suicide every day?"

"Ah."

"...Don't you refute at all?"

the other side.

Hill was relieved to confirm that he didn't have any role at all, but he didn't relax his telepathy to produce mind control. He heard two blacks, you and I said cross talk, and they started fighting while talking.

It should be said that Hill is not unfamiliar with this communication mode at all. Mr. Dazai has always angered Mr. Nakahara, and then he was beaten up.

Mr. Dazai is not the one who suffers, he can get back his physical suffering with words.

For example this time.

"You~yes~no~yes~forgot~what~what~?"

An ominous premonition welled up in Hill's heart.

no?Mr. Nakahara, you...

The facts confirmed her conjecture, and the next second Mr. Zhongyuan choked his throat.

"People will never let you go!"

Got it?

Hill: "..."

Silently increase the strength of telepathy, and don't let Mr. Zhongyuan know that he is here in this life.

Osamu Dazai watched Nakahara Nakaya leave, until the sound of footsteps went away, he came to Hill and squatted down, and saw her snow-white wrist was printed by the hemp rope through the dim light, and his breath stagnated, "Does it hurt?"

Hill, unable to speak, shook his head.

"I'll get it off first."

For some reason, the footsteps came and went.

Nakahara Chuya had a strange expression, looked at Osamu Dazai who was standing and rubbing his wrist, "Did you see a blonde woman?"

"No."

"Really? Strange, the subordinate said, since I came to look for you, you will see her." Ask the murderer for clues.

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his head in doubt, and was about to make another phone call to his subordinates when something happened suddenly.

Just like a river flowing eastward, it flows in a different direction because it has opened another road.

The Rage God power, which had been well controlled all this time, suddenly vibrated, and at the same time, the phoenix power residing in Hill's body also began to find a sense of existence, and it seemed to respond to the challenge.

The two kinds of power that erupted enough to drink a pot of the world were suppressed by their respective hosts, Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head again, his royal blue eyes reflected the woman tied up and sitting against the wall, her voice was low and dangerous.

"How is this going?"

"..."

Hill didn't say anything, his fingers turned into diamonds and cut the hemp rope, and by the way, he also broke the rope on his feet, Shi Shiran stood up.

Following her movements, Zhong Yuan Zhong also had such a stormy look on his expression.

"The two of you were arrested on purpose, and you can leave at any time. What kind of place do you think this is?"

Because of anger, he fell heavily, stepping on a depression on the ground.

Hill peeled off the tape from the diamond-shaped mouth so that it wouldn’t hurt. Hearing this, he sighed in his heart, raised his hand to undo the blindfold, and said lightly: “The port mafia attacked members of the detective agency, and there is no Put the detective agency in your eyes."

"You are also for the human tiger..."

"No, Miss is here to save me."

Osamu Dazai suddenly appeared, and 181 heads blocked Chuya Nakahara's view.

Watching her move, I don't know why I look forward to Nakahara Chuya: "..."

He stood a little to the left, and Osamu Dazai took a step to the left.

He stood a little to the right, and Osamu Dazai moved a step to the right.

Nakahara couldn't take it anymore, he kicked Osamu Dazai in the face, and the latter avoided it deftly, saying, "Terrible, terrible."

After forcing this guy who interrupted his mood for no reason, Zhongyuan Zhong finally saw her whole body, blond hair with curly hair, smoky gray eyes, three-dimensional features, beautiful and strange, and her eyes were cold, as if looking at a passerby.

disappointment.

Over the years, I would occasionally run into someone who was seven or eight times similar in appearance on the road, but he would catch up and put his shoulders on the other person's shoulder. When she turned around, she saw that she didn't know the person. He was not as disappointed then as he is now.

His sapphire-like eyes shone with an icy color, and the gravity of the port mafia made him rush toward his face.

"Tell me the clues to the murderer."

"and then?"

"Then?" He sneered, "I won't let that bastard live another moment."

guessed.

Mr. Zhongyuan has always cared for his subordinates. When he came back from a business trip and saw the charred corpses of his subordinates, he could not suppress the anger in his heart without saying anything. Even if the murderer was arrested and imprisoned, he would probably die immediately.

Hill's face was calm, and his eyes looked calmly: "I want to do an autopsy."

Nakahara Chuya: "Didn't you run to nine crime scenes?"

Hill said that human beings are essentially repeaters.

"I want an autopsy."

"...Follow up."

"..."

expected direction.

He didn't need to stop him, Hill himself would not allow this to happen.

Although I know it, I still want to put Hill in my pocket so that no one can see it.

Caring too much about Hill will intensify Zhong Ye's doubts.

This is really...

……

Hill followed Nakahara Nakaya, listening to him make a phone call, and asked someone to bring the corpses of Hayami's mother and child to a room on a specific floor. Hill thought for a while, that is the exclusive doctor's laboratory for Hong Kong and black, with complete equipment.

She is very calm now.

It is similar to the announcement of the results of the middle school exam, and I feel that I did not answer well, but I cannot avoid the moment when the results are announced.

Even if you can't hide, it's human instinct to hide.

Life is not easy, so she said that the Phoenix Force is not a good thing.

"Here we are." With a condensed voice, he opened the door and went in.

Behind the glass door, on the test bench, two words of charred corpses were placed on it.

The Hong Kong doctor saw him coming in and stood up to say hello, Zhongyuan Zhong also nodded, he went out and closed the door, Zhongyuan Zhongye saw her take off the white coat from the hook and put it on, and then took it out of the drawer for a while. Stack of disposable masks to put on.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked strangely: "How do you know where the mask is?"

Hill: "I also know that doctors go fishing and read novels here."

As she spoke, she took out a novel from behind the main computer, and when she saw the cover, she showed subtle dislike, "Love novel." Then she put it back casually, and turned around, "Is it difficult to see through a person?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He followed her in without taking any protective measures, and his eyes fell on the unrecognizable charred corpse, showing obvious sadness.

Hill probably understands.

Mr. Zhongyuan is a very good boss. He remembers the names and experiences of every subordinate. He loves every subordinate. When he was still in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, Hill also met Mr. Zhongyuan to visit the graves of the sacrificed subordinates. I believe that Mr. Zhongyuan has not changed his habit. .

As Kunikida-kun said, some things often happen due to force majeure, but it is absolutely impossible to get used to them.

Hill began to dissect.

Since he was not burned to death during his lifetime, it is necessary to investigate the cause of death.

In the previous nine cases, the victims were all fatally wounded by knives. This one... huh?

Hill took out a bullet | put it away with a serious expression.

She didn't stop yet, and wanted to see if there was another one, Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "We all know the cause of death, that's enough."

Hill had no choice but to say, "You know, he's dead, he won't be in pain, and he'll be cremated when he's buried. It's better to be more careful when investigating the cause of death. Maybe the murderer can be caught as soon as possible."

"Tsk."

irritable.

It seemed that she shouldn't say such inhuman words.

"What's your name?"

His subordinates only told him that he had bound an investigator from an armed detective agency who could catch the murderer, blonde hair, but did not mention her name.

"You can call me Miss Holmes." Hill seemed to be concentrating on his work, but actually panicked.

"Huh? Isn't that a last name? Let me ask you... hello!"

Hill held the scorched black bullet with tweezers and dropped it in front of Nakahara Nakaya, interrupting his questioning.

"Can you be quiet? It interrupted my thinking."

"..."

Generally speaking, the grass on the head of the grave is three meters high in this way.

Hill pretended not to notice his anger, walked from the child's body to the mother's body, took out a bullet, then cut off something, went to work in front of the microscope for a long time, and studied the dead man's throat for a while, his expression gradually dignified.

Zhong Yuanzhong also captured the change in her expression, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm... She found charcoal deposits in her esophagus and trachea, and the mucous membranes of her throat, trachea, and bronchi were congested and bleeding..."

"speak English."

"I mean the child was burned after death, Mother," she said after a pause, "the murderer was alive when he lit the fire."

"What do you mean?"

At this time, his eyes were violent and terrifying. Hill had never seen him like this in his memory. He was always patient and gentle in front of her. When he was a little irritable, he hated iron and steel, and was angry that she was blind.

Hill looked away: "I guess, the murderer first killed the child, and then shot the mother. The mother hadn't stopped breathing and was struggling with serious injuries. The murderer took cooking oil from the kitchen and poured the oil on her and set it ablaze. ..."

boom--

Hill didn't go on talking, Zhongyuan also lowered his head, punching a hole in the wall.

"Hill..."

Hill looked up in horror, almost thinking he was calling her.

It turned out not to be.

He was muttering: "How much she should hurt, how much you should hurt."

At that moment, all her rationality and calmness were shattered by this sentence. She automatically lowered her intelligence in the face of Mr. Dazai, and she couldn't see or hear anything, but she was extremely sober at other times.

She just stays away from feelings, not heartless.

She is very grateful that it has been so long since her 'death', and Mr. Yin and Mr. Nakahara are thinking about her, but that kind of emotion is too heavy for them.

If eliminated...

Hill took off one of the white gloves and put his hand on his temple.

If you remove it, nothing will happen.

It will be easier for people to walk without emotional fetters.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head vigilantly, grabbed her wrist and walked out, "Take me to find that bastard!"

Hill stopped telepathically, "I can describe what kind of person he is, but I can't find him without a huge database, or the port mafia has a top hacker?"

"Tell me about your profile."

She had to give up for the time being, "We're looking for this guy...well, bastard," received him glaring at Hill as he changed his address, "A man between 20 and 25, strong, with a job that travels around, can get other people's family status Work."

"The motivation for arson is relatively obvious, destructive, criminal concealment, political motivation, profit, revenge. I thought he was trying to burn the evidence, until I knew that he saw that people were alive, not making up for it, but adding fuel to it and igniting it. , he was enjoying the fire."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked over with gloomy eyes: "Isn't it revenge?"

"The possibility is extremely low."

"He is very strong, and he can deter victims with a knife, but a gun was used in this case, which shows that he has a physical problem, which makes him lack of confidence, so he gave up using a knife as a crime tool."

"You just said how should I find him?"

"Psychiatric history in the past ten years coincides with medical records in Gunma, Tokyo, Yokohama and other places within three days. This is a large search volume. After getting a few specific people, check the number and see if other characteristics match."

"That's how you solved the serial murder case in Tokyo?"

Hill nodded.

"Why does he have a history of mental illness?"

"He has set fires ten times, again and again, but not for profit, but for psychological satisfaction. It is a kind of arsonism, mental disorder, and he should have made dangerous behaviors before that. .”

"Arsonism has a lot to do with the family. Parents don't care, divorce, and cold violence. When parents find their children's dangerous behaviors, they will not reflect on themselves and communicate well. Most of them are simply entrusted to the hospital, and there are very few special cases."

"That's it."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a headache and pressed his eyebrows.

"Thank you this time, I owe you a favor, and I will send you back."

"..."

No.

It is she who needs to repay Mr. Nakahara for taking care of him.

"My miss, I will take her home well, don't worry about it, you little dwarf."

With a heavy heart, Zhongyuan Zhongye exploded when he heard the voice: "Why are you here? When this is your back garden, can you come and go freely?"

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, his face full of innocence: "But when I got here, no one stopped me."

Zhong Yuan also waved his hand: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Let's go back to sleep, Chuya is happy working overtime."

He has also seen Zhongyuan Zhongye's thoughts through. The port mafia's gravity will never give up the opportunity of revenge for his subordinates to the police, and he cannot confront the police openly.

There is only one solution, kill that bastard before the police.

He and his subordinates might not be able to sleep tonight.

Hill's social animal attributes were awakened, and he wanted to work overtime together. After thinking about it, he had no reason to work with Mr. Zhongyuan, and the most natural way was to go back as if nothing had happened.

That night.

Zhongyuan Zhongye Office.

The subordinate came in with a cup of coffee, looked at the obvious tiredness on the boss's face and said worriedly, "Would you like to take a break?"

"Well, you can go back after reading what you have in hand."

The subordinate shook his head: "Avenging Miss Hayami is not your job alone."

Nakahara Chuya leaned on the back of the chair with his face turned back, his body was exhausted, but his mind was extremely clear-headed, sometimes it was a pair of smoky gray eyes, sometimes it was that idiot Dazai said something strange.

"Murakami."

"You say?"

"I... I have a friend."

"..." What kind of magical beginning is this?

"My friend knew a bastard, and that bastard had a girl who cared about her in his heart. After she... passed away, that bastard was nice to another girl. Why do you think so?"

"like?"

"Hmph, that kind of green... what do idiots like?"

"Is there any similarity between this girl and the dead girl?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also blurted out: "Eyes color."

"That's right," Murakami analyzed seriously, "He must have used this girl as a substitute."

"what???"