get out of my yokohama

The night was as dark as ink, and the silver moon hung high behind the five tallest buildings in Yokohama.

That was the scene reflected in Hill's eyes.

"Don't worry, it's common for Chuya to not sleep for 48 hours, but he doesn't know if he will die suddenly."

"Dazai-kun." Hill slightly disapproved, looking at Dazai with malicious intentions on his face.

"Sill is too serious, let's go, let's go home." As he said, he put his hands on Hill's shoulders as if nothing had happened, and pushed her away.

On the road.

Hill lowered his head to think about something, Osamu Dazai folded his hands on the back of his head, and kept looking towards Hill.

"You were right in not doing that," he said suddenly.

What he said made Hill look over in surprise and look into his deep eyes.

"That guy is not an idiot. If you erase his memory, you will make him pursue doubts. If you don't want him to find out your identity, then just mislead him a little on this basis."

"Misleading?"

"When the time comes, you will naturally know how to do it."

Osamu Dazai made a fool of himself.

Hill was not surprised that he could see through her thoughts. After all, he had been cooking Dazai for so many years, and Mr. Dazai's skills left a deep impression on her even if he only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg, so Hill didn't think about some charming things at all. .

It seems that the wood seems to be incomprehensible.

"Dazai-kun, who is behind the reward Nakajima-kun?"

"Ah, that, has Hill heard of [the group]?"

"All ears."

"North American supernatural organization, in the eyes of ordinary people, exists like an urban legend. On the surface, its members are financial and military officials. In fact, each has supernatural powers, but the purpose of their activities is unclear. In every sense, they are shrouded in fog. able to organize."

"That's it."

It’s not scary to have special abilities, but it’s more annoying to have power. After all, they can use their identities to obtain special treatment such as diplomatic immunity. Yokohama is an autonomous port, and the government’s power is minimal. Very bad.

They can't drive them away, and killing them is not the style of a detective agency.

"About their information..."

"I can tell Hill everything, don't doubt it, it's free."

It was getting late, there were no people on the road, the dim street lights were like a ribbon with no end in sight, and the wind blew past the street trees, rustling.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction fills the empty heart, no matter how much you ask for, you will make progress, and the greedy black cat will feel happy because of this moment of peace.

Hill thinks it's farther away, she needs to start investigating organizations that keep pace with the group in the world, Mr. Dazai believes three points, and the remaining seven points are either cheating or concealing.

"What are you thinking about?" Osamu Dazai said again, "Is there something else in the Bounty Dunjun organization?"

"..."

"The Rat of the House of Death and the Bell Tower Attendant."

"???"

He laughed childishly: "I didn't expect it, I will say it directly."

"... indeed."

"Hill, in order to cope with future battles, there are not enough manpower and combat power. I need exact information about your third ability, Phoenix Force." At that moment, his expression was extremely serious, as if he was really worried about the city.

Whether others believe it or not, Hill in Jiangzhi State believes it.

"I think as long as the leader doesn't send the Lord of the Central Plains every now and then, there will be no problem in terms of combat power."

"That's impossible," Osamu Dazai waved his hand, "The port mafia seems to have a lot of people, but they have grown brains and have some leadership skills. Sister Hongye wants to guard the headquarters, and only the dwarfs are left if they can run errands. "

"Besides, protecting Yokohama is our business. Even if we have the same position, we shouldn't expect too much from others, right?"

"I've been taught," Hill said humbly, "Actually, I don't have a deep understanding of the Phoenix Force, and I don't have experience in using full power."

"Because even if there is an enemy, telepathy can handle it."

"Yes."

Telepathy is almost the uncrowned king among many mutant abilities, and the ability to use it is human beings, but any human has a brain, and if there is a brain, it is possible to be controlled by telepathy.

In actual combat, the opponent will be killed before he can make a move. It is an absolute instant kill, and once he succeeds, no counterattack is allowed.

"Hill used the power of the phoenix to speed up the healing of diamonds. Have you ever thought about using the power of the phoenix to increase telepathy? Maybe by then the range of telepathy will expand to the whole world. As long as you have a thought, you can kill all People." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, as if he said it casually.

A lot of Mr. Dazai said casually, but it was not taken seriously, and it became a reality.

Hill knew that this was not a joke. Mr. Dazai’s idea was mentioned by Professor X. In theory, it definitely exists, but she has never done so with the Phoenix Force to increase telepathy.

Osamu Dazai said to himself, "Think about it, it's just me and Hill in the world, uh."

Hill: "What if Dazai-kun is also killed by telepathy?"

Osamu Dazai: "Isn't that what I've been looking forward to a wonderful death? It sounds good to be killed by Hill."

Hill: "..."

It was her asking too much.

Fortunately, the brain wave was released just now to confirm that there is no special person nearby.

In the end, the two of them tacitly decided to start training Hill's ability to control the Phoenix Force, and the supervisor during the training would naturally nullify all abilities, Mr. Dazai.

Everything is for Yokohama.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Plan to pass √.

Back in the dormitory, I happened to meet Atsushi Nakajima who was also going to the dormitory. Behind him was a little girl in a red kimono, who seemed to be very troubled by this. When he saw Hill and Osamu Dazai coming side by side, he immediately greeted him with joy.

"Mr. Dazai, Miss Hill, where have you been? I haven't been able to contact anyone for a day."

Osamu Dazai glanced at the little girl behind him, and said with a smile, "Go back to my old club."

"Old employer? That's Mr. Dazai's last job." Atsushi Nakajima confirmed that nothing happened, and he was really relieved to mention the heart for Osamu Dazai, "Then Miss Hill?"

Hill's eyes were subtle: "I also went to the old club for a walk, and the phone ran out of battery."

"Hey?" Is this a special day?They all go back to their old clubs, and, "Mr. Dazai and Miss Hill are the same old clubs?"

Dazai Osamu didn't know what to think of, and smiled happily: "Yes, yes, hahahaha."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Hill raised his forehead and didn't want to bring up the topic of his old club again, "Nakajima-kun, did you fight Akutagawa?" The tattered clothes looked like they were poked by Rashomon. I have to say that Nakajima-kun's self-healing ability is really good. sharp.

"Huh? Yes, he is really ruthless. I don't understand why he hates me so much. It's obviously him who has been chasing me."

Hearing this, Hill looked at Osamu Dazai, who returned innocent eyes.

"She is...well, she is..." Atsushi Nakajima didn't know how to introduce Izumi Kyoka for a moment.

"The Hong Kong gangster killer who killed more than 30 people in a short period of time?" Hill said.

"That... um..." Atsushi Nakajima hesitated and felt anxious. He didn't know if they would accept her, and there was nothing to defend her. Even if it was a last resort, he would kill someone.

Hill didn't care about their affairs, turned around and walked to the dormitory: "It's getting late, go back, I plan to make something to eat."

As soon as the words fell, there was a gurgling sound, and it was not alone.

Atsushi Nakajima immediately blushed and covered his stomach, and Izumi Kyoka blinked like a puppet.

Except they also have Osamu Dazai mixed in.

"Speaking of which, I haven't eaten all day and night."

"There's nothing in the fridge either."

"I'm so hungry."

As they talked, their eyes were all focused on Hill. Quan Jinghua didn't know why, but they followed suit.

Three pairs of eyes stared at Hill: "Miso ramen, come if you want to eat."

It's just an ordinary thing to invite colleagues to have a meal at home.

So the three of them followed, and while Hill was busy in the kitchen, the three little ones sat at the dining table in a dignified manner and waited.

Osamu Dazai propped his chin and looked towards the kitchen, while Izumi Kyoka stared straight at Osamu Dazai.

"Kyoka?" Atsushi Nakajima asked with a question mark.

"This person is a former cadre of the port mafia." Quan Jinghua whispered.

"What, I thought it was..." Atsushi Nakajima didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at first, but he didn't realize what she said until Mr. Dazai looked over, "Mr. Dazai!"

"Don't make a fuss, Dunjun, interrupt me to peek at Hill." He said dissatisfied.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Please don't take peeping for granted.

"That's why Mr. Dazai said that the old club is the port mafia."

Dazai nodded.

"So is Miss Hill..."

"Uh-huh."

"It's time to eat, come and help me."

Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka Izumi subconsciously stood up, but saw Mr. Dazai from the opposite side responding with a drawn out voice, and walked briskly into the kitchen with long legs.

"I heard about him when I was in Hong Kong, and everyone said he was terrible."

"Is it exaggerated?" Atsushi Nakajima tried to speak for Mr. Dazai, "Mr. Dazai is a very intelligent and cheerful person."

Quan Jinghua: "He single-handedly taught Akutagawa."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

Withdraw the previous message.jpg.

Hill and Osamu Dazai brought out two bowls of hot and fragrant miso ramen. Once they were served, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't care less about other things, and started eating after saying "I'm starting".

Quan Jinghua took a sip of the soup with a spoon, covered her mouth with her other hand and whispered, "It's delicious."

The four of them chatted quietly, and Quan Jinghua finished eating first, and asked softly, "Well, can I have another bowl of soup?"

Hill looked up and looked at the cute and quiet girl, "Can I go by myself?"

"no problem."

The little girl went to the kitchen with the bowl.

After filling their stomachs, the four of them were physically and mentally exhausted and collapsed on the chairs, surrounded by the breath of death without regret.

"No wonder I don't believe Miss Hill's last job, how can there be such delicious food as the Mafia?"

"..."

She is an orphan, so she still needs to master the basic skills of cooking. When it comes to the reason why she can cook delicious food, is it because Mr. Dazai is thinner than ribs, always forgets to eat, and eats canned crab meat as a meal.

Then she can only make the food more delicious to attract Mr. Dazai to eat.

Thinking about it this way, Mr. Dazai is like the chief mouse catcher in Downing Street.

Hill's heart moved, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes were half closed, and his whole body was covered with florets.

Mr. Dazai...

After the meal, Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka obediently cleaned up the table, washing the dishes by themselves and wiping them by themselves.

Hill was about to take out the fruit wine, but thinking that Quan Jinghua was still underage, he took out half a piece of watermelon from the refrigerator and put it into the juicer to make four cups of watermelon juice and put several pieces of ice.

"Come and have a drink," Hill said to Quan Jinghua, "Congratulations on getting rid of the port mafia."

"Well, thank you."

"And I!"

Atsushi Nakajima watched the three ex-mafia toast together and drank watermelon juice silently.

I should be under the table, not here.

After eating and solving, of course we will face the problem of housing.

In front of the door.

"I have nowhere to go." Quan Jinghua said.

"I have nowhere to go." Osamu Dazai said.

Facing this problem together Atsushi Nakajima & Hill: "..."

"How can you live with me as a girl." He subconsciously went to see Miss Hill.

Well, Miss Hill is a little more troublesome than him.

"Dazai-kun, your dormitory is downstairs."

"It's not clean."

"what happened?"

"The apostle of Cang slept."

Three people: "..."

"I have a good idea."

A beautiful Dazai.

A beautiful spring mirror flower.

It is known that beauty is equal to beauty, Osamu Dazai is equal to the holy grail in the world, Izumi Kyoka is equal to the little angel, and the little angel is better than the holy grail in the world, so I choose Izumi Kyoka.

Xier carried Izumi Kyoka into the room with a sullen face, then carried Osamu Dazai out, and slammed the door shut before closing it.

"Good night."

Outside.

Atsushi Nakajima and Osamu Dazai watched as the door closed.

A gust of cold wind blows, and a leaf flies away.

"Please advise, Dun-jun."

"With all due respect, Mr. Dazai, you can go back to sleep after changing the futon."

inside the door.

Hill took a nightgown and laundered underwear from the closet.

"How about taking a shower first?"

"……it is good."

"You pass me the clothes, and I'll put them in the washing machine to wash them, dry them and wear them tomorrow."

"Ah."

When Quan Jinghua came out, Hill was replying an email to Dr. Xie Ye, briefly explaining why she disappeared for no reason. When she heard the movement, she raised her head slightly and saw a little girl with her head down and her hair still dripping.

"I'm going to take a shower, dry my hair and go to bed."

"Ah."

After she went in, Quan Jinghua stretched out her hand to the hair dryer and began blowing her hair carefully.

When Hill came out of the shower, he saw Quan Jinghua waiting with a hair dryer.

"Would you like me to dry your hair?"

Hill looked at her long hair, controlled his hand, and said with a half-smile, "I don't want my hair to be pulled off."

"No." She promised earnestly.

"Then it's your kindness."

The little girl combed the blond hair between her fingers clumsily and carefully. Curious about the curl, she straightened it gently, and let go of her hand to watch it bounce back.

"Don't think I don't know you're doing something bad."

"……cough."

All in all, get along very well.

The next day, Hill handed Quan Jinghua to Atsushi Nakajima, went to Tokyo to participate in the police search meeting, met Maori detective and followed him to Maorilan and Conan.

"Sorry, I haven't got the signature yet, I haven't seen Mr. Ranpo these days."

Mao Lilan was taken aback, and then said: "It's okay, the case is more important, don't worry about it, you can ask for your signature anytime."

"Thank you, I will go out to play again when I have time."

Ten bloody cases and 29 lives weighed heavily on everyone's minds, and Hill didn't want to say much outside the topic, and went to the meeting when the time came.

This serial murder case shocked the Metropolitan Police Department, and there was Masamoto Kiyomaga, a middle-aged man with scars on his eyes and a serious expression, in the meeting.

When I was working as a profiler at the FBI, I took a plane and ran around the United States. There was often a scene where the local police sat in a circle, and the BAU profilers said in the middle that they would profile the prisoner, and the police would pick the key points. Write it down, and search intensively after the meeting.

This scene is being staged in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

However, this is the first case. Many people will not understand how some conclusions come out, will doubt, and will ask all kinds of stupid questions in Hill's view to embarrass her. Instead, he thought it was a waste of time, so naturally he didn't like her.

Secondly, I used to work as a team, but now Hill alone faces doubts and problems from all directions. Her professionalism is unquestionable. After talking about a meeting, her mouth was dry, and she gained understanding from the police officer. Seeing that she was thirsty, someone went to her The vending machine bought her water.

Hill drank half of the bottle in one go.

After the meeting adjourned, the police officers performed their duties and were busy, and finally locked the suspect three hours later.

"Kousi Nakai, 24 years old, works at Hoshino Electric, responsible for the return survey of electrical appliances, and lives with his parents. He was hit by a motorcycle in Tokyo three days ago and was sent to the hospital for examination. His ankle was sprained. When he was 13 years old, he tortured and killed stray cats. After being warned by the community, he was later sent to the hospital for examination, and was found to have severe mania, with early signs of schizophrenia, and was discharged after one year of hospitalization."

People lived nearby, and more than [-] people were killed, so the police officers went to the police collectively. Hill looked at it and thought it was unnecessary. Indeed, he had a gun in his hand, which was a certain offensive, but dead people can't use guns.

It was a single-family house. The police broke into the house, and the house was in chaos. Koji Nakai died in the living room in a terrible state.

Is this another homicide?

The police found evidence during the search. The gun and the knife were all sent to the forensic department. Before the forensic results came out, they found another evidence-a handbook, which included every case he had done, Photos of the deceased who have not yet been burned, photos after burning, and newspaper clippings reported by the news media.

Hill glanced at it and said coldly, "He's reminiscing."

After finding the prisoner and evidence, the profiler was convinced that the policemen suddenly showed anger.

What a pervert!

"Who killed Koji Nakai?"

Hill walked to the side of the corpse and saw the obvious sunken footprints in the heart of the deceased.

"Port mafia revenge."

"Is there any evidence?"

"How about you rub this footprint down and make a pair with the Port Mafia Gravity?"

"..."

Dare not dare.

That kind of organization cannot be overthrown by a single life.

That's the only way to close the case.

The police cleaned up the scene, and Hill saw that he was fine, opened the door, and then closed the door.

Conan asked, "What's wrong?"

"There are reporters outside."

"They've been waiting to report on this case and must be keeping an eye on the Metropolitan Police Department."

"I'm afraid it's not just them."

Her words were fulfilled like a prophecy. When they went out, they were called by the Metropolitan Police Department to understand the situation. As soon as they arrived, they were surrounded by the victim's parents and friends. If the police officers hadn't responded in a timely manner, they were almost hacked to death.

This time I really couldn't get out for a while.

The Mumu Police Department was sitting on the sofa, facing the slightly embarrassed Nakai and his wife. When he told the truth, the couple were shocked.

"Impossible, Houji has always been very good, others say he is a sensible boy." Mrs. Nakai denied it.

Mumu Police Department said: "When he was 13 years old, he tortured and killed stray cats in the community."

Mrs. Nakai: "It's just a cat. Please go to my parents at the police department to find out. He is a good boy. He goes to his grandfather's house to work actively, and also undertakes housework at home. He has never caused any trouble."

Hill sat down and said, "May I ask, did he take the initiative? Madam, you always tell him to work outside, to be sensible in front of outsiders, to be obedient at home, and let him take care of housework at a young age." .”

Mrs. Zhongjing frowned: "I was teaching him to be a hardworking and sensible person, who knows how to feel sorry for his parents. Seriously, are you making a mistake?"

"Ma'am, are you sure that's not a tool man? At a young age, he has to sacrifice his childhood to take care of the housework, and has been kidnapped by his parents morally for a long time. What kind of anger did his parents get outside, he still needs to take care of your emotions, right?"

Mrs. Nakai began to change her face: "You mean that our children have made mistakes in doing housework."

"I just want to ask, when he is doing housework, is one of you couple applying a facial mask for maintenance, and the other watching TV for entertainment?"

Nakai and his wife: "..."

Not to mention, that's it.

Hill ignored them and said to the Mumu Police Department: "What a person looks like is closely related to his family. The prisoner undoubtedly grew up in a family with indifferent relatives. He does not depend on his parents, and it is difficult to establish a dependent relationship with others. He is angry, but the surrounding Everyone said he was doing the right thing, so he couldn't vent, he became anxious and manic, and vented his anger on the small animals until he was admitted to the hospital for treatment."

"There's a therapy called psycho-enactment therapy, a type of psychotherapy, an experimental program at the San Luis Obispo Prison in the mid-nineteenth century, where actors act out roles in patients' lives."

"During the autopsy, it was found that the mother and father had signs of beatings, but the child did not. At that time, it was inferred that the prisoner beat them, but it was not the case. The prisoner used a knife to force the child to beat their parents."

Police officer Mu Mu only found out today, and suddenly turned pale with shock: "Is there such a thing?"

"He forced the child to do everything he wanted to do to the Zhongjing couple. He hated his parents very much, but the sequelae of being kidnapped by morality all the year round is that he still has a sense of guilt. In the end, he released this satisfaction in seeing other children. beat the parents."

"He let the children do things to their parents, slapped and kicked, well, of course you are familiar with it, you have also done this to prisoners. He threatened the children to kill everyone if they didn't do so, and even killed everyone if they were milder."

"Ms. Nakai, Mr. Nakai, you are truly a pair of successful parents."

The truth shocked everyone.

It was almost done, and the family members of the victims outside were calmed down by the police officers. Hill checked the time and went outside to deal with media reporters. She was familiar with this aspect, and the cases were closed, so there was nothing she could not disclose.

After it was over, the Songmen Clearance Police came over to shake hands with her.

"Fukuzawa's subordinates are really young and promising."

Hill stretched out his hand, "I will try my best not to fall into the prestige of the president and the detective agency."

The reporter seized the opportunity to take a photo, thinking that this will be tomorrow's headline.

After everything was over, Hill took the tram back to Yokohama and bought a bag of meat buns at the store to eat. She didn't eat lunch, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, she was going to starve to death on the street.

The detective agency was right in front of her. Hill walked a few steps faster. She wanted to take a good rest. This morning was chaotic, but she saw a white-haired woman coming out of a black car.

"Miss Himuro?"

"Long time no see, Miss Hill."

Bingshi Leng took off his sunglasses, and he still had that delicate and beautiful face, but his temperament was completely different.

"Looks like you're doing well."

"I want to thank you. I was here last time, but you are busy. Can I have a meal tonight?"

"Of course, but wait until I get off work."

"Can I go up there and wait? It won't cause trouble. I can provide some financial help to the detective agency. For example, I heard that Dr. Yosano needs to purchase precious medicines, or provide funds for activities depending on the situation." It is very reserved, not too enthusiastic to make people suspicious, and not too superior to make people uncomfortable.

Hill: "..."

Oops, I'm a little nervous.

"Is it possible? Iceroom Pharmaceuticals is now a subsidiary of Hong Kong and Black."

"Hong Kong gangsters and detective agency affairs have nothing to do with me." The original contract was to rely on the Hong Kong gangsters to escape the constraints of their parents, and she provided Hong Kong gangsters with beneficial medicines without any personal requirements for her.

"...Please come with me, I have to talk to the president about this."

"What kind of people are the investigators of the Armed Detective Agency?"

"My colleagues are all very individual and talented people, mature and reliable in their work."

Walking out of the elevator, Hill led her to push open the door of the detective agency while talking.

Opening lightning strike.

Naomi Tanizaki threw herself on Junichiro Tanizaki, pinching an unknown part with her hands, and called her brother with sweetness in her mouth; Kyoka Izumi was dressed in a maid outfit and kneaded candy, and the finished product was swallowed by Ranpo Edogawa; Atsushi Nakajima He whispered for help but no one answered, and Dr. Xie Ye took his leg and looked around, murmuring that it was a pity that he couldn't dissect it, should he take out a bone to have a look.

Kunikida-kun is doing his job well. If you ignore the one who choked his face and ate poisonous mushrooms, Osamu Dazai was laughing out loud, and Osamu Dazai would be grabbed by his collar and thrown out the next moment.

"This..." Bingshi Leng didn't know what to say.

Hill closed the door calmly.

"There are many types of colleagues in the detective agency. Those who take medicine and those who don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened from the inside, knocking on the poisonous mushroom Osamu Dazai stretched out his hands to Hill, "Hehehehe, Hill, you are back, do you want to go to hell together?"

Hill pushed him in, closed the door, and said solemnly to Ice Room Gold Lord Leng: "There is still no way to save this kind of medicine after taking medicine."

Bingshi Leng: "..."