get out of my yokohama

It seems that today will be his memorial day next year.

Atsushi Nakajima felt sad.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't force you." Seeing that he was really scared, Hill stopped making fun of him, and dropped his hands from his shoulders. Hill could feel him breathe a sigh of relief.

It wasn't her casual words that made him nervous, but the man with gloomy eyes sitting behind the desk, even though the moment she looked over, he returned to a cheerful look.

The desire for monopoly is still so strong, just like a child owns a toy, even if he doesn't like it, he doesn't allow others to touch it.

It looks much brighter, but the inside is still the same, Dazai-san.

Hill was a little hesitant.

In the past, she was willing to be his toy and even enjoyed it, but now it is different, now she is regarded as a property by others, and she just feels unhappy.

After she walked away, Atsushi Nakajima looked at Osamu Dazai, leaned over anxiously and called Mr. Dazai, he was born in an orphanage, and he has lived every day to see people's faces, although he doesn't need it now, but his emotions towards others Perception is still very sensitive.

Mr. Dazai seems to be serious about the lady.

"Mr. Dun."

"Ah yes!" The boy who was suddenly called stood upright subconsciously.

Osamu Dazai's eyes glued to Hill's back were retracted with nostalgia, and he stared at Atsushi Nakajima, with the unfading warmth in his eyes.

"Dun Jun, do you like me?"

"..."

Today just can't get better.

The little tiger cat cried and chirped.

Dazai Osamu, who saw through his thoughts at a glance, said, "Thinking too much, my beloved woman is over there."

Atsushi Nakajima, who has a strong self-healing ability, once again realized the extreme difference between heaven and hell. He patted his chest, tears filled his eyes, and sighed with emotion for the rest of his life. Then he thought about Mr. Dazai's question. Mr. Dazai's words must have a deep meaning to ask. , he answered truthfully.

"Rather than liking, it's more about gratitude and longing," Atsushi Nakajima glanced at Osamu Dazai and continued, "Mr. Dazai saved me, gave me the opportunity to enter the detective agency, and it's very amazing, what kind of crisis? , as long as Mr. Dazai is around, we can get through this smoothly, Mr. Dazai has always given me this feeling."

It's a little embarrassing to say it.

The white-haired boy lowered his head and raised his hand to stroke the back of his head.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled, "So I'm so good in Atsu-kun's heart?"

Atsushi Nakajima said to Osamu Dazai with an 800-meter filter, and he said it very naturally, "Mr. Dazai is a very good person."

"That's it." Osamu Dazai reacted flatly, even a little disappointed, not like the reaction he should have after being praised.

"Mr. Dazai?"

"Dun Jun, someone once said the same thing as you."

"Mr. Dazai..." Atsushi Nakajima, who had never seen such an expression before, couldn't help feeling worried.

His eyes were empty, and he unconsciously caught Hill's figure, his eyes were bleak.

She didn't even want to take a serious look at him.

Obviously, when he was around before, she kept watching him, only him.

……

There was no special work in the afternoon, except for Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima, the other detectives didn't see it either, but they had a good relationship with the female clerk and learned about the surrounding situation.

She went to the seafood market that was said to be very affordable to buy salmon steaks, and then went to the convenience store to buy seasonings. She also wanted to buy some fruit, but she was defeated by the astonishing price. She really wanted to advance her salary, and she was worried.

Standing still in front of the door, he took out the key, frowning and paused when he saw the lock, then opened the door and changed his shoes as if nothing happened.

She put the bag on the coffee table, stood in the living room for a while, thought, opened the sliding door of the bedroom, and then opened the door of the closet, not surprisingly, she saw a Mr. Dazai sleeping on the lower floor.

Hill had no doubts at all, picking the lock to enter the house of a woman living alone, hiding in the closet, and when night fell, the woman decided to turn off the lights and rest, and then suddenly burst out of it—Mr. Dazai would definitely do this kind of thing.

He breathes evenly, sleeps peacefully, and folds his hands on his lower abdomen. He is so restless when he is awake, but it is unbearable to disturb him when he falls asleep.

However, Hill didn't have any feelings of embarrassment towards him.

She has no old feelings for Mr. Dazai, and if she insists on saying something, it’s just a little friendship with colleagues, and he has also been bugged, and the way of breaking the door has worn down nothing, leaving only impatience.

"Dazai-kun." Her voice was cold, trying to wake him up.

He didn't wake up, of course, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.Hill looked even colder, three feet of frost accumulated between her brows, she stood up, turned and left.

"Hill."

Hill stopped in his tracks, turned around halfway, his smoky eyes clearly reflected his appearance, but there was no trace of charm, "Dazai-kun, did you go to the wrong room?"

Leave a bit of leeway, don't open the window paper, in order to meet in the future, I gave him a step down at first glance, but in fact he kept the distance quietly, a person is unwilling to question, unwilling to argue, it can be seen in the How alienated she was from him in her heart.

Osamu Dazai has a very high emotional intelligence, he can see everything thoroughly, and being thorough makes him painful.

Silent embarrassment spread between the two of them.

Hill, who had run out of patience, stopped looking at him and strode towards the entrance. "It seems that I went wrong, sorry."

"Hill!"

At the same time, there was a bang. Osamu Dazai got up too quickly and slammed into the partition on the second floor of the closet. He subconsciously covered his forehead and raised his eyes to see her reaction. What was left to him was her white face. The back view and the indifference without asking a word.

……

Go find the hotel.

She really has no good way to deal with Mr. Dazai, tell President Fukuzawa?She is not a child who needs the support of the teacher to make decisions.away from him?She didn't want to leave her hometown, nor did she want to give up the job.

I lived.

When Atsushi Nakajima came back, he ran into Hill who was starting to give up on himself. He saw that she was still feeling uncomfortable about the afternoon, but he still greeted her politely and asked her why she was standing at the door and did not go home.

"Dazai-kun is inside."

"Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima, who was still a boy, opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Maybe you went to the wrong door?" Hill said lightly, his cold smoky eyes made him swallow what he was about to say, "Mr. Nakajima, can I borrow the kitchen?"

"Ah, of course." The young boy who was not very good at rejecting others agreed without hesitation.

"Thank you, would you mind having salmon steaks for dinner? Black pepper sauce."

Atsushi Nakajima showed a clean smile, "I am grateful, to be honest, I am still worrying about what to eat."

It was when he invited Hill in that he suddenly thought of the consequences of letting Mr. Dazai know that the opposite sex he likes cooks for him.

Ok……

It shouldn't be too serious, right?

On the first day Miss Hill came, even if Mr. Dazai fell in love with her at first sight, how deep would it be?

It can be seen that this young man doesn't cook much, there are no materials in the refrigerator, and even some cooking utensils are not complete. Hill marinated the salmon steak with salt and crushed black pepper, fried it until it was golden, and the aroma was overflowing, and turned off the fire. The pot is placed on a plate.

Atsushi Nakajima was washing vegetables next to her, and he didn't look unfamiliar. Hill asked casually, and he shyly said that he used to do the same work in the orphanage.

"Orphanage, what a coincidence, I was also from an orphanage."

"Eh?" Atsushi Nakajima turned his head to look at her in surprise, with an elegant demeanor and a calm expression, he didn't look like a child from an orphanage.

Hill said lightly, "But that orphanage is long gone."

"why?"

"Many years ago, a vicious underworld force seized the land of the orphanage and shot and killed the director who was protecting the children."

Atsushi Nakajima frowned when he heard this, "Is no one in charge?"

"Yes, the government sent people to send the remaining children to other orphanages."

"that's it?"

"How else?"

"Where is Miss Hill?" Atsushi Nakajima was very sensitive, "Miss Hill didn't go to the so-called other orphanage, did she?"

"Yokohama was in chaos at that time. I once dreamed of being a doctor and saving lives. After that incident, I realized that studying medicine could not save Yokohama, so I left school."

Loved ones who left the orphanage, friends who left school, and joined the port mafia.

Of course, there is also an element of infatuation with Mr. Dazai's beauty.

If she hadn't seen Mr. Dazai leading people to wipe out that underworld force when she was waiting for revenge, she would still be running around like a headless fly.

Both were born in an orphanage, but their paths did not overlap, but this did not affect Atsushi Nakajima's feeling of sympathy for each other. For a while, he didn't know that in a place like an orphanage, if he got warmth and lost a little bit more, he still had nothing. Didn't get a little miserable.

What is the comparative value of such a thing?

Atsushi Nakajima imitated her and talked about his past. His orphanage did not have a dean who died to protect the children. Atsushi Nakajima remembered scolding, confinement, and working with his hands in cold water in the cold Things like that, the orphanage is still there, but he was kicked out.

"Because I'm old, I don't know how to make a living after I come out. Fortunately, I met Mr. Dazai, and I was able to join the Armed Detective Agency."

"Meet Mr. Dazai?"

"Well, I didn't eat for many days at that time, and even thought about robbing, it's too bad." Speaking of this, Atsushi Nakajima smiled embarrassedly, "Mr. It’s the best ochazuke I’ve ever eaten, ah, even though it was Mr. Kunikida’s money, Mr. Dazai invited me to join the Armed Detective Agency…”

He talked for a long time, and ended with "Mr. Dazai is very kind to people, Mr. Dazai is really a good man". In front of the women Mr. Dazai likes, Atsushi Nakajima frequently said his kind words.

Hill is not surprised at all. Mr. Dazai's current appearance can easily deceive a child who is not deeply involved in the world.

"Nakajima-kun," Hill said with a sigh, "this kind of talk must never be heard by a man named Akutagawa."

"Akutagawa? Eh? Why does Miss Hill know about Akutagawa? Why can't he hear it?" Nakajima Atsushi looked confused.

"It seems that you have heard of him." Hill did not answer the first question, and said with a smile, "Mr. Dazai is very kind to me. It is too enviable. For the sake of health, it is better to say less."

If it weren't for the fact that she is not the same as she was in the past, she would be jealous to death.

When did Mr. Dazai treat her or Akutagawa so well?

She was a little curious, what kind of abilities Nakajima-kun possessed made Mr. Dazai treat him so differently.

If the author has something to say about some things in the past, he will interject and talk about them.

Including the several worlds that Hill traveled through.

That... Let me explain for a moment, Hill jumped out of the forging furnace, everyone can understand that she opened a portal 01 seconds after she went down and fell into the world of Shenxia, ​​and was picked up by Olos who escaped from the prison.

芥小川出没中。感谢在2019111323:47:52~2019111700:22:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine, the last one in grade;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution, the countdown is 60 bottles; 10 bottles of Zhilan and Shang; 7 bottles of lemon and orange Chengcheng;

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