get out of my yokohama

There are three exits in the store on the first floor. The lady at the counter was afraid that people would not take the exit in front of her, but took the other two, so that people would be staring at her in advance, but she did not expect that those two people would come out after a while.

Hill is a very active person, and Quan Jinghua is not inferior at a young age. She buys suitable daily necessities and pays the bill. She holds her bag and shows her eyes that she can go back.

"Please wait."

After catching up, it was the counter lady from just now, holding a paper bag with a delicate cuboid box inside. Hill turned his eyes around her, and said before her: "I won't accept whoever buys it for whom."

Counter lady: "..."

Seeing that she was about to turn around and leave, the gentleman entrusted her to convey a few words and didn't even give her a chance to say a few words. The counter lady got a little anxious, walked around in front of them, grabbed Hill's hand, and stuffed the bag into her hand. Speech is fast.

"Anyway, the thing was handed over to you, and the gentleman said that he paid off the favor, so I wish you a happy shopping."

Run away in a hurry.

Opening the box, it happened that Hill liked the new product very much, so she glanced at it and closed the lid.

"Do not want?"

"It shouldn't be me."

Pay off the favor...Mr. Nakahara, right?

I always help others, but in the end I feel that I owe Mr. Zhongyuan a favor, and I don't know how he calculates this account.

"Jinghua, you go back first."

"Where are you going?"

"Go back."

"Do you know who it is?"

"Well, I know the identity of the prisoner."

It's a pity that Hill went a little late. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the parking lot, he saw a car driving out. He glanced at it and saw Mr. Zhongyuan's profile. He looked mature and calm when he didn't speak.

It's better not to have too much contact alone. Thinking of this, Hill gave up the idea of ​​using telepathy to stop him, and took a taxi to let him follow the car in front.

The reason why I didn't say to go directly to the Hong Kong and Hei Building is because most drivers are afraid to drive anywhere.

In the car.

Hill opened the box again to look at the necklace. Don't look at her look like a giant dragon eager to collect the world's bright jewelry, but in fact she doesn't even touch things that don't belong to her.

Mr. Zhongyuan said to return his favor.

After careful calculation, he took care of her more, how could she accept such an expensive gift?

She wouldn't even accept the fishbone pendant that Mr. Ranpo scraped off the lottery ticket.

After getting out of the car, Hill went to a hidden place and used telepathy to screen the people in the building.

Mr. Zhongyuan's subordinates can enter his office if they meet the above two conditions. Hill calmed down and searched, and standing in front of her was a woman in a formal suit, who took the box and went back.

During the time of telepathic control, this girl has no independent thought, she is like a deep sleep, her body is still her, but the user is Hill.The location of Mr. Zhongyuan's office has not changed. He took the elevator all the way up, stepped on the shiny floor tiles, and pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

The room is very dark, and the curtains are tightly blocking the skylight through the floor-to-ceiling windows, preventing them from disturbing the red-haired young man who has not closed his eyes for more than 36 hours. He is lying on a set of European-style sofas, and after buying suitable things, he takes a nap while he is not working.

The coat was thrown aside, the hat was placed on the table, and one hand was pillowed behind his head. The young man fell into a deep sleep, his brows were full of fatigue. Thinking about it, he knew that he was so tired and hadn't gone home to rest. Let's work?

There is a saying that Mr. Dazai is right. There are very few Hong Kong and black people who can really employ people. It looks like a group of black suits is very imposing, but it is just a superficial phenomenon.

The ground was covered with a dark carpet, which was soft to step on, and there was no sound of footsteps. That's it, with the coat covering him, Zhong Yuanzhong was very alert and woke up. Not only that, he immediately grabbed her hand.

The sapphire blue eyes on both sides were still a bit dazed, and they said: "Hill?"

"..."

How can I make you feel relieved?

Hill sighed, returning the right to use her body to the girl.

Murakami was a little confused: "Master Zhongyuan?"

"It's you," Zhong Yuan Zhong also sat up, he was still not energetic, but he couldn't show it in front of his subordinates, "Is there something wrong?"

Murakami shook his head, he was also very surprised: "Why am I here?"

Zhong Yuan was also moved in his heart, and turned his head to see a familiar paper bag on the desk not far away. As expected, the expensive necklace was lying quietly in the cuboid box.

"Who sent it in?"

Murakami shook his head: "Sorry, Master Zhongyuan, I don't know."

Nakahara also glanced at the clock standing in a corner, and it was only 10 minutes before he fell asleep, which means that the investigator of the detective agency got the necklace very quickly, maybe he found out what he looked like from the counter lady, and maybe he called him. A taxi followed behind him.

Thinking of this, he did find a car that was following behind him all the time, so he just ignored it.

Is it inconvenient to accept his things from the standpoint of the Armed Detective Agency?Forget it, let's repay the favor when we have a chance, even a necklace is not enough for her to help him catch the murderer of his subordinates, after all, his subordinates are worth more than 80.

What needs to be considered at the moment is her supernatural ability. How did she return the gift to him without anyone noticing?

Wait, still?

The Central Plains also often sends some things out, to the family members of the sacrificed subordinates, to the current subordinates, to Sister Hongye, and even to the leader. They will give them during the New Year and holidays. Who would not accept gifts?Looking back at the past, there was only a little girl who never took anything from him.

Mingming loves that kind of imported chocolate the most, just because the dead mackerel is never accepted, even if he is very firm - you can throw it away, don't return it to me, he can still see the box of chocolates being returned in the office.

Untouched, like an unknown heart.

That little girl only likes what she likes, she doesn't do anything to misunderstand that mackerel, and she doesn't even accept gifts from the opposite sex.

Very familiar with the operation.

Although the mackerel is well concealed, there are still some clues.

Just woke up and caught a glimpse of a familiar expression on Murakami's face.

That's no accident.

Stop guessing, ask clearly.

Murakami was still thinking about why he was in Mr. Zhongyuan's office, when he saw a piece of flying black clothes corners, his boss quickly put on his coat and hat, opened the window and jumped down.

"Murakami, have someone push out one of my motorcycles."

"Yes."

Zhongyuanzhong can also manipulate gravity, just jumping off a building, nothing but smashing a big hole in the flat blue bricks in front of the Ganghei Building, he stared intently, and walked over aggressively.

Hill stood at the intersection not far away and waited for a taxi. Seeing that the situation was not good, the taxi stopped in front of her, and the door popped open. The moment she got in, the car started.

"Hey! Don't go."

At this time, the black suit pushed the motorcycle out, and Zhongya Zhongya got on without saying a word and chased after him.

The exhausted black suit scratched his head.

His qualifications are quite deep, and he was assigned to be a security guard in the parking lot if he was injured and couldn't hold a gun. The more common one is Mr. Zhongyuan.

From the age of 15 to 22, the childishness disappeared from him, replaced by calm and calm, with few special emotions on his face, and the aura of one of the five cadres of the port mafia became stronger and more harmonious.

But just now, he actually saw that the face of Mr. Zhongyuan was full of youthful flamboyant and uninhibited.

Who is Master Zhongyuan going after?

Hill sat on the back seat of the car and watched Mr. Zhongyuan relentlessly pursue him. The wind blew up his hair from the sideburns, but the hat was still on his head. He leaned forward slightly, unable to see his expression clearly, and he was getting closer.

After looking at it for a while, he turned his head and said to the driver who was driving: "Please drive faster, and you must not be overtaken."

"Ah, who is chasing you?"

What kind of frivolous tone is this?

"We have a little misunderstanding, but it must be fast."

"You can't say fast to a man, for the sake of a lady—"

The driver raised the corners of his lips, stepped on the accelerator and passed a red light!

After that, the speed was not too slow. An ordinary car drove at the speed of a professional racing car. It would be a matter of time before he was overtaken when he went straight. He turned the steering wheel urgently at multiple intersections, almost causing a series of car accidents.

Hill grimaced.

"Dazai-kun, do you know how many tickets you will bring to the owner of this car?"

Under the sunglasses, the kite eyes are full of smiles.

"Don't pay attention to these details, the little dwarf is about to catch up, watch me drift sideways!"

"..."

Why is she going out?Isn't it good to work in the office?

Doubtful life.jpg.

She looked back, and Mr. Nakahara was no longer there. She had reasonable reasons to think that the other party had taken a shortcut, and Osamu Dazai, who was racing ahead, said, "Don't you ask me why I am here?"

"..."

No need to ask, it must be playing tricks on Mr. Zhongyuan.

You must know that after Mr. Dazai knew that Mr. Nakahara was a good boy who could help the old lady cross the road, he even pretended to be an old lady. Mr. Nakahara was very angry when he found out that Mr. Nakahara was Mr. Dazai.

"It's for Hill."

"for me?"

"I was the waiter yesterday."

"Yesterday the waiter...?" Did you mean a cold meal with the ice room?

"Ugh."

"..."

Don't ask, it means that your Smart Hill is offline.

The advantage of sunglasses is that they can cover the eyes and prevent people from seeing the empty and dull pupils and the heart.

It can be seen that Dunjun thinks of others and is kind in everything.

You can also see the brilliance of Mr. Ranpo's childish humanity.

You can also see Kunikida-kun's pursuit of justice and nobility.

To what extent do you want to turn a blind eye to me?

Thinking of this, a locomotive flew out to block them at the corner ahead, and Osamu Dazai restrained his overflowing emotions. In any case, all he could show was an absurd smile.

He didn't stop, drove out from Nakahara Nakaya at a tricky angle, and rolled down the window to provoke.

"Flying slugs in the sky!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also gritted his teeth angrily: "It really is you, bastard Dazai, stop!"

"Let's take off hahahaha I am the wind!"

"Bastard-too-zai-"

Fury into a puffer fish.jpg.

"..."

Why did you take her with you when you were fighting black and white?

She is so difficult.