get out of my yokohama

Hill was hit hard. She has always respected Mr. Zhongyuan very much, regardless of his character and ability. He was the first respectable person she met after leaving school and stepping into society.

Now tell her that in his mind she was a turtle?

Mr. Nakahara, you lost me.

"I'm leaving." She said angrily.

"Well, let's go, I'll have someone take you to the station."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood on the balcony, put his hands on the guardrail, and watched her walk out of the courtyard.

He also wants to keep her for a while longer, but if he keeps her longer, he can't help but ask where he has been all these years, how he deceived Akutagawa's eyes, how these years have been, and how the supernatural power was stimulated , why did she have plastic surgery, how good-looking she was before...

If Hill was still the Hill before, he could of course ask, but she wasn't. She had grown into a supernatural being whom the leader looked up to, and everything she said was the most precious information of a supernatural being.Today she said, tomorrow the corresponding records will be placed on the leader's table.

He will not betray the leader, nor does he want to put her in a dangerous situation.

So he better not know anything.

She didn't die in the furnace, but lived well, which was already the best result.

Hill walked out of the carved gate, walking in the night and suddenly felt a little scared.

People in the world who look different to outsiders actually have some very common weaknesses.

For example, Edogawa Luanbu, he was afraid of getting tired, and he couldn’t walk anymore after walking a little more; for example, Osamu Dazai, he was afraid of pain, and he could hold his hands pitifully and brag about a small cut for a long time.

Hill is afraid of the dark, afraid of the ghosts and ghosts that may exist in the dark.

I just finished a horror game, and I'm even more afraid. I don't want to go into the dark. The lights are still on, but they can't illuminate the entire night sky.

If there is no one around, she can make herself endure, but when there is someone around, she can't help but want to look at him.

Hill stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw a figure on the balcony.

She understood what Mr. Zhongyuan was thinking, and knew better who asked him to come to her.

But he didn't ask any questions.

The mafia is accompanied by blood and death every minute and every second. What is more corrosive than that is the bustling Vanity Fair. Speaking of which, Mr. Zhongyuan has been a cadre for five or six years. There were countless people, and he should have seen the ugliest face in the world, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.

Still as passionate as a boy.

very nice.

Hill turned around and put her hands on her temples. She locked part of Mr. Nakahara's memory in a cage, and it's time to untie it now.

She walked out of the courtyard without looking back. After getting off the car, Hill took out her mobile phone to check, and replied to everyone's messages on social software one by one. Worried, they all have the experience of acting alone, and losing contact is common, not to mention Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo have said it's okay.

Go back to the dormitory, she can't wait to go back to the scale now.

To be honest, I'm a little tired today, and I don't really want to cook dinner. However, there is still a loli at home, so I can't help but quicken my pace. Just as the key was inserted into the door lock, the door was opened from the inside, and Hill was greeted by Osamu Dazai under the warm golden light .

"Yeah, welcome back..."

Hill pushed the door shut silently, ignoring the overly exaggerated cries of pain from inside, she carefully looked at the door plate, looked around at the layout, and made sure that this was her dormitory.

"It hurts, hurts," the door just opened a small crack, and a pitiful voice came out from inside, "It's really Hill, you have to tell me in advance when you close the door."

Hill opened the door and saw Osamu Dazai holding his nose, "Why is Dazai-kun at my house?"

"This is a long, long story. Speaking of which, Hill, how long are you going to stand at the door? Could it be that there is a pansi hole in the room?"

Hill: "I think you really look like a beautiful spider spirit."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai held his face in a shy gesture: "Are you beautiful? It's okay, I'm really embarrassed that you praised me so much."

Hill's face was blank: "..."

Forget it, Mr. Dazai has not been like this for a day or two. It is wrong that he suddenly becomes normal one day.

There was no light on next door, that's right, all the physical work was done by A Dun, so he must have slept on the pillow when he got home, maybe it's a certain relationship?There are always plots in anime where the male protagonist sleeps on tatami and the female protagonist sleeps in a closet, but it's too fast to live together now, unless someone pushes the boat along.

"Dazai-kun..."

"How is the conversation with Zhongye today? Would you mind letting me hear?"

It turned out to be for this matter.

Sure enough, Dazai-kun will not do meaningless things.

Hill walked into Pansi... no, it was his own dormitory.

As soon as he entered the door, Osamu Dazai went into the kitchen, and Hill followed him with worries about his own kitchen. Osamu Dazai was washing vegetables, humming an untuned song while washing, next to the bread machine, and the baked bread had already popped out , Soup was simmering on the stove at the end of the kitchen, and Hill was alerted for a moment. Could it be the dynamic chicken pot?

Hill walked over from behind Osamu Dazai, and lifted the lid to see that it was borscht soup with a normal color and taste. Borscht soup with vegetable salad and toasted bread is a healthy dinner with low calories.

"I knew that Hill never trusted me at all."

The back of Hill's head went cold, and Osamu Dazai stood behind her at some point, with a faint voice.

She still had some palpitations, and when she saw his appearance, a black thread appeared on her head: "Mr. Dazai, please put down my spatula."

"Ah, you said this, I want to fry two eggs."

The space was limited, so he stood over, and Hill was naturally one step behind, watching him conjure up a mold like magic, and cracked an egg in it with one hand.

"Wait, where did this mold come from?" Hill asked, pointing to the heart-shaped mold.

Osamu Dazai smiled and replied, "I bought eggs as a gift."

Hill: "..."

Buying eggs and giving molds, is there such a good thing?

"Okay, okay, Hill is waiting for me outside, be good~"

After covering the pot, Osamu Dazai pushed Hill's back and pushed her out of the kitchen. Hill said that it was not a matter of being good or not, and she wanted to watch Mr. Dazai and tell him not to put some weird things in it.

But it's useless to say anything.

Hill sat at the dining table, looking at the dinner that made people move their index fingers, with hesitant eyes.

Is this really edible?Won't you lose your memory after eating it?

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting across from her, had a panoramic view of her expression, and said angrily, "Trust me once in a while, I'll show you."

Osamu Dazai took a sip of the soup with a spoon, squinted his eyes and said in a tone full of happiness: "Wow, it's so warm and comfortable." Then he took another bite of the bread coated with honey, "It's not crunchy and sweet. "

He swallowed it down, and gave Hill a big smile, with a bit of childish complacency, looking like I'm all right?

Hill just picked up the spoon.

Don't blame her for being suspicious, it's because Mr. Dazai doesn't go into the kitchen because of it, and when he enters the kitchen, he makes some inexplicable things, such as hard tofu that can kill people, and soup that makes people lose their memory after drinking.

Hill took a sip of his soup six years ago, and he still can't remember the memory of those three days. The lethality can compete with her telepathy.

The spoon was close to his mouth, and a painful voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side. Hill suddenly raised his head, and saw Osamu Dazai wrinkling his beautiful eyebrows, covering his neck with force, with clear veins on the back of his hand, and his slender body bent like a cooked shrimp. , It is unavoidably reminiscent of food poisoning.

Hill hurried to his side and pressed his shoulder: "Dazai-kun, are you okay? I just said don't mess with the food..."

It's too late to say anything now, she took out her phone and planned to call an ambulance, the shoulders under her palms vibrated, quite rhythmically, her eyes slowly moved down, Dazai Osamu was trembling almost all over, and even smiled slightly Voice.

……

…………

boom!

In the closet of the next room, Atsushi Nakajima, who had been lying down for a while, said in a daze, "What's the sound?"

Outside, Quan Jinghua murmured, "I don't know Zzzzzzzzz."

The two children went back to sleep.

Hill sat back to his original position with a blank expression, facing Dazai Osamu who was slamming his head on the table and his hair was messed up.

"Have a good time, but you have to do something."

He still maintained that posture, and laughed softly, "That's because Hill is cute when he's angry."

Hill was a little tired, so he took a sip of soup and a bite of bread, and unexpectedly found that it was quite delicious. Is this man|Zai Zai real?A second later, Hill made a voice that he didn't want to use his brain, eat obediently, and he recognized his amnesia.

"Is it delicious?" He didn't know when he had straightened his hair, propped his chin, and his eyes were still a little gentle under the warm light.

"Ah."

Take a look at the Amnesia-causing Vitality Chicken Pot and the Hard Tofu that can be smashed to death. The effect is a bit strange, but it tastes good, and this is the same.

Hill's mood calmed down, and even Mr. Nakahara's complaint that she was like a tortoise disappeared. She even mentioned this matter during the meal. Mr. Dazai acted unhappy than her, and comforted her: "As far as Chuya's aesthetic level , You don’t have to pay too much attention to what he says, how could Hill be like a tortoise? Hill is a flower.”

"..."

Hill glanced up at him, but said nothing.

After dinner, Hill got up to wash the dishes, and Osamu Dazai squeezed in. After she washed one, he dried it with a dry towel. Usually, Kyoka and Aton were doing this kind of thing, and Hill was only responsible for cooking. , Osamu Dazai is only responsible for eating.

"Dazai-kun, you are very different today."

"Very different?"

Hill thought about it, and besides causing trouble and irritating people, it was indeed different from the past, "Yes."

"Does Hill want to know why?"

"Ah."

"Because I want to please the landlord, otherwise I will be kicked out and live on the street." His tone was like a little black cat.

"So, is your room permanently unoccupied just because the apostle of Cang slept in it once?"

"Apostle of Cang... Who is that? Ah, I remembered, it has nothing to do with that kind of thing. If I have to say it, I like this room."

"Then we change?"

"I don't like this room anymore."

It's started again, Mr. Dazai usually doesn't say what he wants directly and let others understand.

Thinking that she still has to promise Mr. Dazai one thing, most likely it will be this, and the thoughts stopped here, and Hill made a voice that he didn't want to think again, "So, you mean to live here."

Osamu Dazai held the bowl with both hands, looked at her with bright kite eyes, and the answer was self-evident.

"Did you take care of the kitchen work?"

Little stars could fly out of his eyes, he still didn't speak, his eyes were the answer.

"it is good."

Anyway, apart from work, she doesn't like to move so much.

Osamu Dazai secretly raised two fingers.

Pansidong battle plan, big victory.

Hill has no feelings for a man and a woman in his heart, and even if he lives with the opposite sex, he doesn't feel that much. What's more, because of his inner self, he basically doesn't consider his thoughts in everything he does.

"I'll use the bathroom first, do you have an opinion?" It's useless to have an opinion.

"No."

After washing, she fiddled with her bottles and jars in front of the mirror. Next to her was an animal that was eager to try and seemed to be very interested in skin care products. After Hill gave him a look, he ran towards the bathroom childishly.

She threw the clothes into the washing machine before entering the bathroom, and sent the clothes to the dry cleaner tomorrow if the washing machine couldn't handle them. After the time for skin care and hair drying, the washing machine stopped working, and she dried the clothes again, folded them neatly and put them in Wardrobe.

If it's what she thought... She opened the closet next to her, and the closet with mirrored clothes was now hung with Mr. Dazai's clothes. Sure enough, he came to ask for her opinion after he had settled everything, as expected of Mr. Dazai.

"Sill, are you interested in my clothes?"

"No."

She was wearing pajamas, sitting under the quilt and reading the current issue of fashion magazines. Dazai Osamu was busy with his own affairs, and his voice never stopped.

Hill was slightly distracted.

It is a good thing that Jinghua and A-Dun have established a relationship, but she herself just played a horror game, and she is afraid of the dark and quiet. If there is no living person, she does not know how hard it is.

Osamu Dazai was lying in the closet, the door was open, and when he turned his head, he could see Hill reading a book with his eyes down. She used to be very good-looking, and of course she is also very good-looking now. She looks best under the light, just think of her sleeping next to him , those turbulent darkness and blood can be calmed down.

It was 10:30, Hill closed the closet door and desk lamp, got into bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

No sleepiness.

I always feel... there will be...something...strange things...

"Hey, Hill~~~" He called her name coquettishly.

"Dazai-kun?"

"I can't sleep in the dark."

"Then turn on the desk lamp." Just as he wanted, Hill turned on the desk lamp, opened the gap in the closet a little more, and lay back to sleep.

Feeling better with light.

After a while.

"Hey, Hill~~~~~~"

"What's the matter, Dazai-kun?"

"It's nothing, I'll just call you."

"..."

After a while.

"Nah na na na na..."

Before he finished speaking, Hill said coldly, "Dazai-kun, are you going 'na na' again?"

"Okay, I'm asleep."

"..."

You are wronged!

The author has something to say: Ren I Tsuzai comes from the official special code, ah, he can also make chazuke for Dun Dun, I thought he could only cook problematic dishes.

Akutagawa: What about my role?

我:在写了在写了（进度百分之一）感谢在2020-02-2822:08:27~2020-03-0123:39:08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: Hold on to one;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Siyue Mingyan and Magi rice do not eat Shaqima; early worms are eaten by birds 3 bottles;

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