get out of my yokohama

Hill fell into some kind of abnormal state.

Knowing that I was sleeping and wanted to wake up but couldn't, my mind was as active as usual, but my body was motionless.Medically, it is anxiety caused by insomnia, which requires more exercise and regular work and rest.

The first time I had this symptom was when I was working as a profiler. There were cases every day, either to catch a pervert, or on the way to catch a pervert, all year round, occasionally staying up late, often staying up all night, even sleeping on the plane and not being able to fall into a deep sleep. It made her physically and mentally exhausted.

What is the reason this time?

What time is it now?Where did the battle plan to attack the white whale go?

Questions appeared in the memory palace one after another, and there was a question mark at the end. According to her, she could probably estimate the progress of the decisive battle by looking at the position of the sun outside the window, but why couldn't she open her eyes?

If people can't see, their hearing will be very sensitive. She knows that there is no one in the detective agency now, but she hears familiar footsteps, and the name is about to come out of her throat.

There was a knock on the door not far away.

Neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow, the intervals are almost the same, and it can be heard that the person knocking on the door is a very polite person.

Hill opened his eyes.

**

Osamu Dazai was wearing a headset, with a glowing screen in front of him. The screen flashed, and a call request popped up. His eyes were silent, and he answered the call with a flick of his finger.

Mori Ogai told him that a certain subordinate who only knew about Mang had entered Moby Whale, and that the previous promise that Hong Kong gangsters would not interfere with the detective agency’s operations could not be fulfilled. This was expected by Osamu Dazai, because he was the one who got the news that Atsushi was in Beluga Whale It was revealed to Hirotsu Yanagi, and he told Higuchi Ichiyo about it.

He kept his composure, listened to the voice of the person on the other side of the microphone, and said leisurely: "Say another of my subordinates is going to visit the detective agency, and it should be at the door now."

Osamu Dazai: "Oh?"

Mori Ogai: "According to him, there was a little girl who was very important to him. During the mission, no one was seen alive or dead. The most famous armed detective society in Yokohama accepts the tracing commission, right?"

"Mr. Sen, have you ever heard that the gain is not worth the loss?"

Mori Ogai narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice: "Why do you say that?"

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, he pressed hang up.

Mr. Sen is doubting Hill's identity.

sooner or later.

It is impossible to work in an armed detective agency without dealing with the port mafia. She is right. Any disguise is the disclosure of the truth. People hide what they want to hide and make themselves into another appearance. Reverse It's easy to get real by thinking.

Mr. Mori will let Chuya go there. Firstly, Chuya’s force value is there, and he can fight with telepathy. Second, no matter what Hill becomes, Chuya and Gin will always live in her heart softly. side of the land.

Even if she can hide more than 90.00% of nine people in the world, some people are within one percent.

It's too much.

Obviously he and she used to live there too.

He doesn't blame Hill, well, sometimes he complains a little bit, just a little bit, but most of the time he's thinking about the man who changed Hill.

If possible, I really want to use all his torture methods on that person :)

**

Hill stood up.

Hill fell back on the bed.

The hand accidentally knocked over the cup, and the water spilled all over the floor. It seems that Mr. Dazai bought it. Although it is made of plastic, the sound of landing is not small. At least she is sure that people outside heard it. The footsteps approached, and the doorknob was pressed down.

don't come in.

Her voice rang in the man's head.

The doorknob was still under pressure, and the door opened as soon as it was pushed. I don't know what the people outside thought, but they really didn't come in, so they let go.

Hill sat slowly, and his eyes gradually changed from pitch black to being able to see things. Recently, he may have been on a low blood sugar level due to excessive dieting. When he went home, he went on the scale, and he must have lost less than 110 pounds.

She was laughed at by herself, what kind of inappropriate idea is this?

"Hey, are you okay?"

Hill's throat was dry, and she knocked over the water that Mr. Dazai poured for her. She was too lazy to speak. She lay on her back on the bed and looked at the ceiling. Although she was not feeling well physically, she was more awake than ever before.

She lightly pressed her temples with her hand, without making a sound, still communicating with him telepathically.

What's the use of a Port Mafia guy in a detective agency?

Zhong Yuanzhong also folded his arms, stared at the door with deep eyes, and said in a low voice, "Look for someone."

Hill didn't want to ask anymore, basically she could guess that it was Mori Ogai who was doing something again, and at that moment she became ruthless, trying to think about Hong Kong Hei from top to bottom, so that the name of Hill could be removed from everyone's memory disappear completely.

In the dossiers kept in the port mafia database, her name was also crossed out and filled in as a fake, and her former classmates would not let it go. Knowing too much is not a good thing for them, even if Passing by will only treat her as a stranger.

Erase everything and become a person without a past.

Does she have the ability to do so, does she have the courage to do so?

The door opened suddenly, and Zhong Yuanzhong came in striding in, his eyes swept across her pale face, and he frowned slightly.

Hill raised an eyebrow.

how did you get in ——Still telepathic.

Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled: "Have you ever seen the Mafia obey other people's words?"

This smile dilutes his steady and introverted temperament, and reminds Hill of Mr. Zhongyuan's wanton flying in his youth.

But you were very obedient just now.

Nakahara, who was dismantled, froze for a moment, turned his head away unnaturally, Hill sighed, even if it was a mafia, Mr. Nakahara was the most polite one.

"Stop using your powers."

Hill glanced at the mug lying on the floor.

I had a sore throat and I was splashed with water.

Of course, this was an excuse, and she felt that she could maintain her composure by communicating directly telepathically.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his chin, pointing to the water dispenser not far away. Hill shook his head, and didn't bother to explain this time. Apart from the blackness in front of her eyes, she also felt nauseated and uncomfortable, so she directly asked him who he was looking for.

He didn't answer, his eyes kept wandering on her face, and he asked, "You don't have hypoglycemia, do you?"

After finishing speaking, he took something out of his coat pocket. Hill lowered his head, his slender white palm spread out in front of him, and a piece of chocolate lay quietly.

Hill wished he was a high-speed machine, so that his mind would not stop for three seconds because of a piece of chocolate.

She took it in silence, and the person in sight walked away from her. Even if she didn't turn her head to look, she knew that he was going to fetch water.

What if the promised mafia is disobedient?

Headache.

Hill tore off the packaging bag and ate slowly, memories flooding back like a flood.

During that time, she stopped accepting gifts, and Mr. Zhongyuan bought her favorite chocolate when he came back from a business trip. She is not picky about chocolates and only eats that brand.Children who behave well in the orphanage will be rewarded with chocolate from the dean's mother, which is sent back by the dean's friends abroad. The children in the orphanage compete to perform well, and she is no exception. Later, the dean's mother passed away. It means something different to her.

Represents childhood and memories.

In short, she couldn't stand the temptation, so Mr. Zhong Yuan accommodated her and asked her to stay in the office to deal with official business, eat chocolates and so on, and if she didn't take them out, wouldn't it mean that she didn't receive a gift?

Mr. Zhongyuan is really a clever little ghost, so she had a good time.Eating is really eating, and helping is really helping. When Mr. Zhongyuan looked up from the official document, the trash can was full of packaging bags. When he looked at her again, he was stunned.

"You have a nosebleed?"

Hill knocked the report until his head was muddy, and repeated blankly: "Nosebleed?"

Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't get angry, so he walked over quickly, pinched her chin to make her look up, and took out two paper towels to wipe her with the other hand. Seeing that the flow was still flowing, he was impatient, picked her up and went to the hospital room run.

"Wait, Mr. Zhongyuan, I have a nosebleed, so I am disabled."

"Stop rambling, keep your head up, we'll be there soon!" Mr. Zhong Yuan gave her a set of three consecutive shut-ups.

**

The orphanage is gone, the dean's mother passed away, and the friends who grew up together were assigned to other orphanages, and also left the familiar campus, working hard in Hong Kong and Hei, climbing the mountain of Mr. Dazai. Ping, that was her beautiful past.

Do you really want to wipe his memory again?

Charles, one of the mutant leaders, also has the ability of telepathy. When his sister Ruiwen ran away from home, Charles used her several times to probe her thoughts or speak in her mind. Ruiwen hated this behavior very much. .

Changing places, Mr. Zhong Yuan will only get angrier. She is not afraid of being beaten up, what is afraid of is...

There are so many people in the world who know they are wrong and make mistakes again and again, because they know that once they admit it, the mistakes they made before will be for nothing, and they cannot make up their minds, so it is so difficult to turn back.

Hill drank the water silently, not knowing that Zhong Yuanzhong also took the wrapping paper from her hand.

The little girl in his memory did not tear the wrapping paper from the edge, but had to turn over the vertical one in the middle and tear it from the middle, and then divided it to the two sides.

That's it for this wrapper.

The author has something to say: I’m back, I’m lying on the ground, I’m sorry (Dogeza)