get out of my yokohama

Three supernatural power group wars.

The group headed by Francis has strong financial resources. The one-year working experience of her former boss told her that there is nothing in the world that cannot be achieved by money. If there is, it must be because there is not enough money.

As soon as her key defense object appeared on the street, Francis immediately knew that he would come after him, so there was no surprise.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, is a suit with a retro helmet a new fashion trend?" Hill restrained his smile and said as always.

Even though the two sides had already had an armed conflict, she still used honorifics in a proper manner, and her tone was unhurried. Francis admired her demeanor like a British nobleman.

It's also the reason why he doesn't care about her inappropriate smile and why he is willing to say a few more words to her.

"Hill Holmes, you are not Japanese, are you?"

With just one sentence, Hill guessed what he would say next.

"My position has nothing to do with nationality."

Because of the relationship of traveling many times, she has dual citizenship of the United Kingdom and the United States. London, Quantico, New York, and Gotham are all her favorite cities.

Yokohama is different, no matter how long she has been away, she is still the love in her heart, and as time goes by, it becomes more and more timeless.

He was not surprised: "It's a pity, do you take the initiative to follow me, or do you want me to do it?"

Hill glanced at his helmet, and replied that he pressed his temple with one hand, his face froze suddenly.

"How do you...?"

Before the words fell, Francis, who was supposed to be stunned by the brainwaves, was already in front of him. He seemed to lift his foot lightly, but the force directly kicked her away.

The sudden change caused the crowd to burst into screams and rushed to a safe building. The street was empty in a short time.

Francis blinked: "The people of Yokohama are really skilled."

That's it.

He walked towards Hill, who had knocked the building out of the spider-like crack on his back, his eyes drooped, and her blond hair was lying on the ground motionless.

fainted?Francis could see it clearly. The moment she was kicked, she seemed to want to put her hands in front of her body and return to defense, but the movement was too slow, and she only had time to turn her body into a diamond. Did she faint?Dual abilities, telepathy can still be seen, but diamond is too brittle.

"Although it's not a supernatural person who strengthens his physical strength, he can't even bear the strength worth [-] dollars?" He said to himself, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the shopping paper bag that didn't have a bag of potato chips running out, feeling strange in his heart a feeling of.

He hadn't thought about it yet, but the sound of a sharp wind sounded behind him, and if it wasn't for the helmet on his head, his hair would have been blown into a mess.

"Hey, stay away from her."

The person who came had a low voice, and with a wave of his hand, the smoke and dust stirred up when he landed instantly dissipated, revealing a pair of sapphire blue eyes. He first glanced at the people on the ground, and then turned to Francis, with deep eyes.

Francis turned around: "Isn't this the Hong Kong and Black Gravity Envoy's...something?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved his knuckles, with a smile on his lips: "Gravity will teach you a lifelong lesson."

"..."

During the fight, Nakahara also glanced at the psychic supernatural being on the ground who was said to have found the murderer for his subordinates and who was suspected to have touched his memory. His blond hair was slightly curly, and it fell down to cover the side of his face, so he couldn't see anything.

His heart beat faster, as if there was some truth waiting to be cleared up, close at hand, but Francis stood in front of him.

Gee!

Zhongyuan Zhongye's offensive became even more fierce. Francis thought that this supernatural being conceived by the barbarian was really irritable, and he spent more money to deal with it.

Taking advantage of the fight between the two of them, Hill got up slowly, and walked into the alley with the shopping bag in his arms.

The combination is rich and powerful, even if they come to a foreign land, they will not run around like headless chickens. They can track the actions of other supernatural beings. If you don't know, then you can't justify it.

Hill knew that Francis would come to block her, and knew that Mori Ogai would not let them succeed.

Mr. Nakahara is here.

Supernatural wars are just like playing cards. There is no reason for the king to go first. Mori Ogai understands it, and President Fukuzawa understands it. They are all waiting for the opportunity and saving their strength to deal with future changes.

You can show your strengths, but there is no need to use your full strength.

It happened at such a time that Mr. Nakahara joined the battle. The supernatural war might end sooner than Mr. Dazai expected. He had doubts, and all kinds of things were connected together to come to a conclusion.

She was afraid that she would be cold.

well:-(.

Hill didn't go back to the base. This time, she walked all the way in the surveillance blind spot, avoiding the crowds and came to the slums. It's very hot here, there are no high-rise buildings, and the sun shines on her unobstructed, which makes her a little irritable.

He took out the still warm tofu bento from the shopping bag, put down his wallet, stood up and prepared to leave.

Making pies is like feeding stray cats in the community. The "cat" that was being fed poked its head out from the shadow of the alley, looked down at the tofu bento that exudes a strong aroma through the seal, moved its gaze upwards, and its pupils It reflected her appearance.

Yokohama is very clean, but the slums are very dirty. All kinds of smells are mixed together and squeezed into the nose. From a long distance, you can smell the fragrance of high-end cosmetics on her body. It strongly drives out other smells on the street, occupying all the sense of smell, making people feel refreshed.

"You know I'm here?" The girl's voice was cold, and she slowly emerged from the shadows.

She came late, and she didn't know that the maximum range of Hill's telepathy far exceeded the total area of ​​ten Yokohamas, "I also know that you didn't bring much money, you should be hungry."

"Aren't you going to take me back?"

"Do you want to go back?"

"She said..." After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice was much harder than before, "I am a flower born in darkness, and I can only find shelter in darkness."

With such an elegant and ancient rhyme, Hill smiled silently in his heart, "It's like what she would say."

Quan Jinghua was a little surprised, and immediately understood, "Yes, you also know her, what do you think?"

When she was a child, her parents lived on the streets, and when she was a little older, she was taken in by Hong Kong gangsters, trained, killed, and couldn't bear the darkness and defected to an armed detective agency. This is Quan Jinghua's short life of 14 years.

Maybe she is talented, maybe she is very smart, but the lack of experience makes her confused, she doesn't know which side is right, she wants to ask her, this person who walks from the dark world to the light, this is what I do for her every night Delicious, woman to say goodnight to.

"She told me that those who belong to the light should not easily throw themselves into the darkness."

Sister Hongye compares her to a stream of water, and she can see the bottom at a glance. If it hadn’t been a huge change overnight, her life trajectory would be to enter high school, get admitted to medical school with excellent grades, and work in the hospital after graduation. The hospital in Yokohama is not destined to be too easy, she enjoys herself.The circle of friends will not be too wide. If you have a few good friends, you may accept the pursuit of your crush, date, marry, and grow old.

"Turn back, there's still time."

The first time she ran out to vomit because she saw Mr. Dazai torture the prisoner, there was a quiet voice behind her.

Koyo Ozaki, one of the five cadres, stretched out her hand that was smeared with Kodan, and knelt down to wipe her mouth clean. As soon as she stretched out, the subordinate brought a cup of warm tea, which was passed to Hill through her hand.

"This land is not suitable for delicate flowers."

At that time, Hill lowered his head and said thank you, took the warm water to rinse his mouth, turned around and spit it out gently, and replied after making sure that there was no peculiar smell in his mouth: "I don't care, I can adapt to any kind of land."

Koye Ozaki lowered her head, her eyes flashed with nostalgia, those eyes were fleeting, and there were unhurried footsteps in the long corridor, she knew who was coming, stared at the darkness and said softly: "But he is a quagmire ah."

She didn't understand before, but when she knew about Sister Hongye's past and she had a city, it was easy to figure out Sister Hongye's thoughts. She might want to see a different ending in her. The process of chasing her was very hard. It will be tiring and painful, but the ending is bright.

I let her down, presumably she no longer believes in love and light, right?The way she treats Kyungha is more assertive, rather than the way she treats her with respect despite disapproval.

She wanted to go back to her own place, desperately tearing back the mirror flower yearning for the light, just as the darkness can swallow, the light can also burn.

"In the end, she was right." Jinghua's gaze, like a helpless bunny, pulled her back to her thoughts. Every time she said a word, the light in her eyes dimmed.

"So, do you agree too?" Her voice was so soft that it scattered with the wind.

"I didn't say I agree or disagree. You are a different person from us. It's just a little bit of experience from someone who has been there. It can be used as a reference but there is no need to compare. Even if we all paid a terrible price, if we do it all over again, we can turn back time. , I don't regret it, the same question is in front of Sister Hongye, and she is the same."

"Make a decision that you won't regret when you reach my age, Kyoka, you are free."

She left with shopping bags in her arms, telling her not to stay too long in the slums.

And she herself bought a set of clothes at the mall and put them on back to the base. The skirt has tracking elements, and the Hong Kong and black people would be outraged if they found the clothes in the trash can according to the instructions?

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Luanbu complained that she came back too late, her mouth was going to die of loneliness, and he didn't ask her why she went out for so long to buy something. Instead, he asked Dr. Xie Ye if he met her on the road. What's the danger? Otherwise, why change clothes?Mr. Ranpo took the topic away with a few words.

It is probably obvious that getting along with Mr. Ranpo is sometimes annoying, and sometimes it is worry-free.

Xianzhi will fall asleep when he is full, sleeping peacefully, everyone else has things to do, it seems that only online chatting can let her pass the time.

Mr. Phantom Thief is in class at this time, ah yes.

Edgar Allan Poe will never be in class. Hill thought for a while, and an old case from when she was working at BAU came to mind. She changed her real name, the characteristics of the victim, the situation at the scene, and the suspect and sent it to him.

Since he called himself a detective, so what if she came to test him?

After a while, his reply appeared on the screen of the mobile phone, proving that he was very interested in the case. He asked her for details bit by bit, and Hill would bury a few pits for him in his answer, and he avoided them one by one. Half an hour Finally gave a perfect answer.

Edgar Allan Poe: You could write a new novel with the chat records.

Hill: I've read your "Black Cat" and I guess you like cases with a little bit of horror.

Edgar Allan Poe stared at the screen for a long time without knowing what to say. He typed and then deleted, and then typed again, scratching the back of his head and not knowing what to do. He asked the raccoon lying on his shoulder, "Carl, she has read my work. Eh."

"Chirp." Nothing unexpected, its owner is introverted and shy, not good at dealing with superficial affection and kindness.

Edgar Allan Poe: I am a member of a hostile organization. Is this really okay?

Hill: We've talked about it, let's not worry about it.

Poe: Is there anything troubling you?

Judging from the 3 minutes of typing a sentence, it can be seen how tangled it is for him to ask this sentence.

Hill: I just want to chat with people from the hostile organization. Is there any move for Mr. Fitzgerald?

When Poe asked, she could almost imagine her plain tone of "what did Mr. Fitzgerald eat today?" This guy was simply indescribable.

Poe: How can that tell you?If I ask you what Mr. Ranpo is doing, will you say it?

Hill: Why not?Mr. Ranpo is sleeping after eating.

Edgar Allan Poe: ...

There is no atmosphere of war at all :).

On the other side, Zhong Yuanzhong also found the trash can, and his subordinates dug out a dress from a pile of recyclable garbage, and the detector showed that it was on it.

The leader's strategy, finding the psychic supernatural powers, and fighting Francis is to cover up the real purpose. Putting tracking elements on her to find the detective agency's stronghold is the real problem.

Who would have expected her to be so cunning, as slippery as a loach.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a bad face, pinching his clothes and wanting to throw it on the ground, but he didn't.