get out of my yokohama

There are black suits stalking inside and outside the major hotels in Yokohama. Hill opened telepathy to go in and book a room, and registered with a random name. She thought that the ID photo she saw was different from her own.

She took a good bath, wrapped in a bath towel and slowly dried her hair. When she met Mr. Dazai, she thought in her heart that she would meet fate on the way to escape fate.

Being so different made her more and more aware of her own weaknesses, and she was a little annoyed, and couldn't help thinking that this happened to other members of the Holmes family... Oh forgot, they have no friends.

He slandered them, but couldn't help but smile on his lips, diluting the sense of urgency that he was about to lose his horse.

The phone screen lit up, and Hill paused to pick up his BlackBerry.

Poe: Are you there?

Edgar Allan Poe: Tomorrow it will be a challenge to Mr. Ranpo.

Edgar Allan Poe: So excited, how would you like to start?

Edgar Allan Poe: Ahhh, I'm going to meet Mr. Ranpo!

Xier watched him swipe the screen with a blank face.

Some people are shy and reticent on the face, but they say one sentence after another online.

Afternoon.

Hill knew what he would use as bait, and he also knew that it was the strategy set by Francis. The intelligence must be obtained, and Mr. Ranpo must go through this.

Hill: You see Mr. Ranpo is more reserved.

Edgar Allan Poe: Ahem, we have always been reserved.

After chatting for a few words, they each said good night. Hill lay on the bed with clear eyes.

Tomorrow, Mr. Ranpo will get the internal information of the white whale—the only information that Francis has is valuable. Before noon, they can discuss an attack plan, and everything will be over at sunset.

She thought about the business for a long time and didn't feel sleepy. She turned on the bedside lamp, leaned her pillow upright behind her back, and took her mobile phone to read the profile of the devil Fyodor again, but saw the information that popped up on the social software.

Osamu Dazai: Good night [cat holding heart].

The time of sending the letter was half an hour ago, and this kind of message continued for a long time. Sometimes I would reply good night when I saw it, and sometimes I pretended to be asleep when I saw it too late.

Today belongs to the former, she should pretend to sleep.

... Forget it, it's just a good night, even enemies on the ground can say it, not to mention that Mr. Dazai is not her lover but also someone she respects.

Hill: Good night.

Osamu Dazai: Star Lake~

Almost seconds later, Hill couldn't help but glanced at the time, it was fifteen past midnight, and Mr. Dazai was still awake?

Perhaps knowing what she was thinking, Osamu Dazai sent another message: I'm asleep.There is also a moving picture of a stick figure pulling up the quilt and lying down peacefully. Hill brought in Mr. Dazai to do this set of actions...

It's still the same as before, it's really cold when it's cold, and it's really cute when it's cute.

Osamu Dazai didn't go to bed right away as he said, he sat against the bay window of the apartment, with one leg stretched out and the other bent, his eyes fell on the screen and smiled like honey.

He put down his phone and continued to read the book just now.

Well, it is indeed a good book, and you will never get tired of a good book no matter how many times you read it.

According to the book, greetings every night are really useful. In the beginning, Hill pretended not to read the long text messages. Now even if she sent them for half an hour, she didn't reply right away. The time for changes is only a short time It's only three months. According to this progress, he will catch up with Hill in three years, the cheerful young man thought optimistically.

Three years.

Hill also accompanied him for three years.

It turns out that things in the world are like this. If you owe something, you have to pay back every yard.

Hill didn't sleep well all night, and went to work at the detective agency early the next morning. She changed a bit, and even a natural child like Kenji noticed it.

Putting his arms on her shoulders with Xie Ye, he joked, "Where did you go flirting last night?"

14-year-old Kenji tilted his head: "Merry?"

Tanizaki covered Kenji's ears: "Dr. Yosano, what did you say in front of the child?"

Hill rubbed his temples and couldn't open his eyes: "How can you tell that I'm flirting?"

"Look at you, you brought your bottles and cans with you even when you evacuated into the stronghold, but you didn't wear makeup today, so you didn't wake up from the tatami mat in the dormitory. Your eyes are black and blue. How long did you stay up last night?" Xie Xie Ye analyzed with his fingers, and the teasing color in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Hill was helpless: "I really don't have one, I just went out to stay in a hotel."

A good dormitory instead of staying in a hotel?Xie Ye didn't ask this question. Seeing that Hill didn't want to answer, she changed the topic: "It's fine anyway, you sleep on your stomach for a while, I'm going to pick up Mr. Ranbu."

"Yeah," Hill nodded uninspired, "Arton?"

"Yes."

"Wake me up if something happens."

"Ok."

After ordering, she lay down on the table and fell asleep with her arms pillowed on her side. Nakajima Atsushi and Tanizaki Junichiro both moved lightly without making a sound, and the latter stood on tiptoe every time they went out.

Atsushi Nakajima was different, his feet turned into tigers, and there was no sound at all when the pads stepped on the ground. After going out, he changed back to normal and put on his shoes, perfect.

Tanizaki Junichiro was stunned. As expected of Aton who works with Mr. Dazai, he is Xiu.

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Osamu Dazai, who had successfully reached an agreement with Ango Sakaguchi, came out of the infirmary and asked briskly.

"Miss Hill is sleeping in it, so she won't stay in it as soon as she has work." Tanizaki Junichiro explained.

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, and Tanizaki had a bad premonition, and he stood in front of the door calmly: "Mr. Dazai, you didn't expect anything bad, did you?"

"Oh, what are you thinking?" He smiled and said words that were not credible, "A-Dun, do me a favor."

"okay."

They turned around and entered the infirmary. Tanizaki Junichiro put his ears on it curiously. There was a scene of chaos inside, mixed with the unbelievable voices of Mr. Dazai fooling Aton and the man. After a while, the door opened, and Nakajima Atsushi pushed the wheelchair out. Chong, sitting in the wheelchair was a man who was heavily bandaged and had plaster casts on his legs. He was stunned.

Tanizaki recognized that it was Ango Sakaguchi, the senior officer of the Supernatural Special Affairs Section, who was in a car accident in a car. Mr. Dazai was living a frenzied life, and Mr. Sakaguchi was in a wheelchair with a plaster cast bitterly.

"Quick, put this on and don't let the needle come out."

Tanizaki saw that it was an IV bottle, so he dared not be sloppy, took it according to what Mr. Dazai said, and went after Atsushi Nakajima. On the way, Atsushi Nakajima said that there was urgent work in the Supernatural Secret Service Division that the senior officer needed to deal with immediately. He couldn't explain clearly, so Mr. Dazai asked him to send the person back to the government office building.

Ango Sakaguchi explained with a blank face that the Supernatural Special Affairs Division had no so-called urgent business, and even if there was, it would not be Osamu Dazai who knew about it first.

"Then why?" Atsushi Nakajima asked.

Ango Sakaguchi closed his eyes with a headache: "Something happened before. I haven't forgotten it, and he remembers it too. He doesn't want to see me."

Tanizaki: "..."

That really wasn't a common dislike, he was thrown out after the deal was settled, and he was not allowed to lie down for a while with a plaster cast on his leg.

Osamu Dazai heard the sound of the elevator door opening and closing, and the anxious expression deliberately made in front of Tanizaki faded away, and turned into a subtle excited expression that no one at home can do whatever he wants.

He pushed open the door quietly, and saw that Hill was motionless with his back turned to this side, approaching quietly, and the sound of her even breathing was heard in his ears, so he continued to approach, resting his hands on the edge of the table, looking down at her.

Today she was naked, but her eyes were blue and black, her lips were pale, she looked the same as usual, she looked weak and weak due to lack of sleep.

Osamu Dazai was stunned. It's not that he has never seen her without makeup. He saw her in the dormitory at night when the lights were dim. It was the first time he saw her without heavy makeup under the bright sunshine, like a handful of winter sun The ice and snow, beautiful and fragile, are about to melt.

Did something go wrong?

Hill she...

He lowered his eyes, his thick and slender eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, he stood beside Hill and bent slightly, with one hand passing through the hollow of her knee, the other holding her shoulder, and hugging her horizontally To the infirmary.

There was not only one bed in the infirmary. He put her on a bed that no one had been lying on, took off her shoes, covered her with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed to watch her.

The long-lost solitude.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the air was filled with satisfaction, and satisfaction gave birth to greed, which was written in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Go to sleep, when you wake up, the combination is defeated and Kyoka is back.