get out of my yokohama

Hill would not tolerate this kind of request to climb up the pole, she sighed: "Mr. Dazai, did the alarm clock not wake you up this morning?"

"Hey - can't you?"

"It's easier than asking me to kill the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong."

"That's easy for Hill to do, isn't it?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi walked in, and everyone automatically silenced, focusing on the president.

"Everyone withdraws into the secret stronghold in batches, Kunikida, you can arrange the rest."

"Yes."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. Atsushi Nakajima looked at his back worriedly. Kyoka's whereabouts were unknown, and the president went out alone again, which made people feel uneasy.There was a moderate force on his shoulders, he turned his head to look, and Mr. Dazai's smiling face appeared in his vision, as if to say that it was the president of our armed detective agency, it's okay.

Atsushi Nakajima's heart moved, and he felt again that Mr. Dazai is really gentle. What kind of story happened between such a good Mr. Dazai and Miss Hill?

"Okay, everyone listen, two by two, I will send the destination to your mobile phone."

"For grouping, Dr. Yosano and Mr. Ranpo, Kenji and I," the location of that stronghold is only known to a few people, Kunikida thought about the grouping, and his eyes wandered among the remaining people, "Sill, you take ..."

"Sill wants to be with me." Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

Kunikida Doppo immediately showed a stomach ache expression, knowing that it would be complicated if he didn't do what he said, so he asked Hill's opinion: "Is there any problem?"

Of course, Hill has no objection, but why should he have an opinion when he was in the same company for a period of time?They also worked on cases together, didn't they?

He received the doubts conveyed by her eyes, and his stomach hurt even more. It was because the whole society knew Dazai Osamu's thoughts, but he didn't know, so he had no taboos when assigning work. Now that he knew, he couldn't help but start to sympathize with the remaining one. ignorant people.

It is amazing to say that one day Sherlock Holmes should be described as ignorant.

Needing to be unobtrusive along the way, Osamu Dazai chose a path less traveled by, and walked beside Hill in a good mood. She asked Osamu Dazai again for the compensation he wanted.

"Oh, do you want to make it up to me then?"

Hill replied frankly: "If this matter is not resolved, I always feel like there is an ax hanging above my head."

The description of the ax aroused Osamu Dazai's dissatisfaction, "How terrible I am in Hill's eyes, obviously I won't do anything bad to you."

"Well, but no matter how nice it sounds, it's better to do it? Well, that's the decision. I don't need Hill to compensate me."

Hill stopped, and Osamu Dazai turned around, unsurprisingly, he caught the momentary surprise on her face.It was getting late, and Hill could see the setting sun shining in his kite eyes, glowing with warm light.

"It's no wonder you were surprised. I'm not suitable for a person who doesn't ask for anything in return, right?"

In fact, Hill wanted to say that, Mr. Dazai is a person who does not ask for anything in return?This remark in Yokohama's underground world would make people who heard his name die laughingly, but her intuition told her that answering directly would definitely hurt him.

"Then I'd better make a request. Don't be afraid. It's not the kind of request that you will definitely refuse."

The sunlight outlines the black outlines of the two, and the shadows on the ground are very close together.

"..."

The armed detective agency withdraws into the stronghold, on the one hand, to prevent a surprise attack by the superior number of people, and on the other hand, to prevent the attack on the detective agency from affecting ordinary people, especially the second point, the combination doesn't care, and Hong Kong gangsters don't care too much However, the detective agency cannot ignore it.

The stronghold is located in the depths of the abandoned fork in the subway. It is a lecture hall called Wanxiang Hall. There are many old-fashioned tables and chairs. An inscription hangs on the blackboard of the lecture hall——no matter what reason, no matter, and no matter what shame.

Hill stood under the inscription, seemingly looking at the words, but actually in a daze.

"Holmes."

The president's voice brought her out of the chaotic thoughts, "President."

President Fukuzawa asked her to take a look at the automatic shooting device and monitoring equipment installed in the subway. It has not been used for a long time and may have a certain degree of aging.

The resume she applied for was forged by Mr. Natsume, but she wrote everything she knew, including machinery.

First of all, she needs to find a folding ladder or something, and a tool box, ah, here.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was wiping the dust on the table, saw it and hurried over to help her move it, but Hill didn't have time to stop him, so he touched the ashes.

"I have..." tissues.

"Just wipe it when you're done. I used to do this in the orphanage. Where does Miss Hill move to?"

So who would not like a simple and hardworking colleague?Hill's eyes were soft, he accepted his kindness, and followed him with a toolbox.

Osamu Dazai, who pretended to be debugging the computer, silently put on the headset, turned on the monitoring equipment, and Edogawa, who was dozing on the clean table, opened one eye and closed it again.

Hill stepped on the ladder to work, and Atsushi Nakajima was ready to hand tools to her at any time, the sound of the machine beeping from time to time overwhelmed the shallow breathing and Atsushi Nakajima's somewhat rapid heartbeat.

Mr. Dazai helped him a lot, and he felt that he should also help a group of Mr. Dazai to find out about Miss Hill.When mentioning Mr. Dazai in front of Ms. Hill, there was a strange and delicate feeling. I couldn't guess how she would react, so I couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"Aton, do you have something to tell me?"

"Ah."

"Say it, it's okay."

It is said that his heart has also returned to its original position. When she was not familiar with him, Miss Hill always called him Nakajima-kun, which was very polite. Now they can also be called names.

For Mr. Dazai, I fought hard.

"Well, Mr. Dazai seems to like you, what does Miss Hill think?"

"...Why do you think so?"

"What everyone has seen..."

"It's obvious to all, Aden, are you trying to say that I don't have eyes?"

"No, no, no! Miss Hill, I didn't..."

"Just kidding, sorry, I'm a little upset."

"It's okay," Atsushi Nakajima raised his head to see her expression, but only saw her tightly pursed lips, "Did something happen?"

"During the time I lost contact, Dazai-kun said that everyone kept looking for me, and I thought I should do something as compensation... Do you want anything, Aden?"

"No need for Ms. Hill. To be honest, I didn't do much. It's Mr. Dazai... besides, you take care of me more." He was grateful enough for taking care of the food and teaching him the knowledge of profiling.

He paused, and asked again: "What does Mr. Dazai want?" Don't ask Miss Hill to be his girlfriend or even get married, right?It will be cold.

However, he did not expect to hear that kind of answer from Miss Hill's mouth.

"Dazai-kun let me think for myself, what he wanted at first."

"Miss Hill can't think of it?"

Hill lowered his head so that Atsushi Nakajima could see her distressed expression, "When I think about Dazai-kun, my head hurts."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

As expected of Miss Hill who ran away from home as soon as she met Dazai-san's IQ.

He secretly remembered that her voice came from above again.

"Aden, don't mention the fact that Dazai-kun likes me in the future. It must be your illusion. No one can see through him. Even Mr. Ranpo agrees with this point. Do you want to say that you are better than Mr. Ranpo?" Reasoning?"

"But..." Atsushi Nakajima wanted to refute, but couldn't find anything to refute. How could anyone compare to Mr. Ranpo in terms of reasoning?Unless Sherlock Holmes walks out of the books.

He did not give up the treatment, and presented evidence one by one, "Mr. Dazai's eyes are bright when he looks at you, and Mr. Dazai will eat if Miss Hill is a little closer to others... Don't worry, Miss Hill is in the group this time." Mr. Dazai's trap is also what Mr. Dazai is most worried about..."

His voice was getting quieter, because Miss Hill seemed to be annoyed by him.

"A-Dun, you must have misunderstood it. Liking is different from possessiveness."

"If you don't like it, you won't be possessive, right?" He emphasized his point again.

Hill pressed his eyebrows, "I really lost to you, well, there is nothing that cannot be said, I will tell you."

"what?"

"Mr. Dazai and I used to be gangsters in Hong Kong. You all know that. From the age of 15, I have been following him for as long as..." She paused and continued, "I have liked him for as long as I have."

"..."

"???"

Atsushi Nakajima, who has never heard of this, feels that his IQ is not enough. Isn't Mr. Dazai chasing Miss Hill?Why is it the other way around?

"Later we each defected, and we haven't seen each other for four years. Do you think Dazai-kun will suddenly... like me?"

Haven't caught up after three years?The more emotional Atsushi Nakajima was immediately taken away by her. It was very difficult to watch Mr. Dazai chasing Miss Hill. Even if he didn't watch it, he knew that it should be more difficult for Miss Hill to chase Mr. Dazai.

"It's hard work, isn't it?"

"..." This child can always say ironic words when she is a little tired, Hill shook his head, "No, in retrospect, I like Dazai-kun, and I also like myself who is getting better and better because I like him, During that time, I finished my high school English at the speed of light, so that I could not understand the words when I was on a mission abroad. I also learned Go and chess. He even praised me, and my physique gradually improved. I can run for half a day even if I am chased by Akutagawa every day. .”

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

In awe.

So it turns out that Miss Hill is hunted down by Akutagawa every day?

Hill continued: "The only thing I can't bear is that I want to kill people with my own hands. Jinghua is very sad about the 35 people she killed. I killed countless people in those three years. I have nothing to complain about. .”

Can only do more good things.

So she has been on the side of saving people through time travel.

"..." He didn't know how to comfort Miss Hill, so he could only change the subject, "Miss Hill, if Mr. Dazai..."

"Did I tell you not to mention it again?"

"Sorry, I said what if, it's the last time!"

Seeing the little tiger cat clasped his hands together and begging on his face, Hill sighed: "What's the point of such a self-made sentimental assumption? Well, well, if."

In the end, she changed her words like a compromise, and it must be because of the Archangel Aden.

"I will never be trapped by feelings again."

Chatting did not affect her to check the equipment in a row. When returning, Atsushi Nakajima said: "I don't know what Mr. Dazai was like before. Ms. Hill no longer likes Mr. Dazai before, maybe she likes Mr. Dazai now. gentlemen."

Hill smiled, "The previous one is no different from the current one."

Atsushi Nakajima: "Miss Hill, have you really watched Mr. Dazai seriously?"

She was left speechless by the child's question.

"Maybe the core remains the same. Maybe Mr. Dazai in the past always committed suicide and made people around him uneasy. But it's been so long, there must be a difference." He insisted.

"As long as Miss Hill is willing to go and see."

Back at Wanxiangtang, Hill went to report to the president about his work. Atsushi Nakajima came behind Osamu Dazai. He had a lot to say but didn’t know where to start. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the static tunnel scene on the computer screen, suddenly .

"Mr. Dazai, you..."

"Ah."

He thought of the categorical sentence that he would never be trapped by feelings for a while, and Osamu Dazai seemed to know what he was going to say, with his index finger on his upper lip, a smile bloomed on his lips, with an inexplicable soothing power.

"Aden, thank you, but..."

"But……?"

"No, nothing."