get out of my yokohama

The little girl at the front desk was not feeling well, and couldn't bear to go back to rest. The boss moved the brick of Hill, Hill put on a wig, put on makeup, put on blind sunglasses, put on a dry bathrobe, processed the appointment, and checked in , everything is in order.

"You said she was Hill?"

The two little ones of Akutagawa's family stood at the corner. Although the elder brother was asking about his younger sister, his sharp eyes did not move away from her, as if he wanted to see her thoroughly from beginning to end.

"You still don't believe me?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression did not change at all: "I witnessed her death with my own eyes." Hill's body was swallowed by the furnace, and he was not given the opportunity and time to deceive himself, so he did not have illusions like his sister.

"She even knows about the Girl's Day dolls." Yin reminded.

Akutagawa was unmoved: "She is a dangerous psychic who can fake people's memories, so can't she know about us through other means?"

Although the words are true, Yin doesn't think so. Maybe it's because he has just recovered his memory. The scene where Hill reached out to catch her downstairs in the Armed Detective Agency is vivid in his mind, and the familiarity caused by meeting her eyes still lingers in his heart.

But she also knows that her brother is stubborn, and she believes that it is difficult for Mr. Dazai to change anything. If she is not Hill, her brother will not listen. She can only persuade: "The leader does not allow us to take the initiative to have a relationship with the detective agency." conflict."

I am afraid that my brother will open the Rashomon and stab the person who "pretends to be Hill".

"Cough cough," Akutagawa said with deep eyes, "I'm going to have a sense of proportion."

He was watching her, barely blinking.

A person broke into his field of vision, and his pupils shrank as if his territory had been violated.

After getting a tip from Mr. Ranpo, Atsushi Nakajima stood in front of Hill excitedly, and said carefully, "Is it Miss Hill?"

Hill pushed down the blind glasses, which she was not used to.

"The snack bar is over there."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

With this familiar way of skipping sentences, sometimes it is difficult to talk to Miss Hill for a few more words, and a small light bulb lights up on the side of his forehead.

"I checked on the Internet. It is best to eat something easy to digest after soaking in the hot spring. The list that Mr. Ranpo gave me is all puffed food."

Hill raised his eyes: "You still expect me to talk about Mr. Ranpo? Except for the president, Mr. Ranpo has never heard of anyone."

Atsushi Nakajima was discouraged: "It's true."

He was limp, and looked quite cute. Hill's lips curled up in a gentle arc, and he pressed his shoulder: "Go buy it, don't keep Mr. Luanbu waiting."

With a light pat, he was satisfied, and responded with a gentle smile, and the hair all over his body exploded unexpectedly.

Murderous.

The small animal's alarm sounded endlessly, and he immediately locked on to the source of the murderous aura. When he saw Akutagawa not far away, he couldn't help being startled.

Akutagawa?

He's not with Mr. Dazai now, why is Akutagawa so angry?

What Akutagawa can't stand the most is that he is clearly taking advantage of the big advantage, but he is in the blessing and doesn't know the blessing.Generally speaking, one wears a comfortable yukata after soaking in hot springs, but Akutagawa does not. He does not feel safe without wearing his own black trench coat. Shed a drop of cold sweat.

Even though we defeated the group leader together, we still don't understand.

Hill glanced over there, but saw nothing. Atsushi Nakajima turned his head with a strange face, stared at him inexplicably, and ran away inexplicably.

There are big doubts in his little head, and he forgets the things he can't figure out. Anyway, Akutagawa hates him for a long time.

"Miss Hill, I'm leaving."

"Go."

The more time went by, the more people came. Fortunately, the work was done while sitting at the front desk. It wasn't too tiring. In the middle, colleagues came to watch from secretive to generous. I don't know what Mr. Dazai said to them Yes, no one asked her why she came here to work, and she was so happy.

Tanizaki Junichiro asked, "Does Miss Hill want to have dinner together?"

Hill shook his head: "I'm here to work, you are here to play, don't worry about me."

After he left, a group of sleazy young men came to the door. Their arms stretched out from the sleeveless vests, and large tattoos hovered over them. The patterns were terrifying, and people didn't like them when they saw them.

"Miss, come to five rooms."

Hill raised his hand and pointed to the door: "It says outside, people with tattoos are not allowed to enter."

The look of the visitor who was still looking forward to it suddenly turned into a kind of contempt. When he entered the door, he saw her bowing her head and doing things. She had a slender neck and a graceful posture. She didn't respond to waving her hand in front of her. This is a blind man.

"What's the age? Where's the prejudice? Hurry up, five rooms." He urged impatiently.

This is really not a prejudice. In Japan, tattoos are associated with criminals. Tattoos, especially large-scale tattoos that look scary, are generally defaulted to the underworld. Let ordinary tourists and the underworld soak in the same bath. In case something goes wrong, No one can bear this responsibility.

Taking a step back, even if you don’t make trouble, people will be scared when they look at your tattoos. The hot springs are here to relax. After doing this, you are more tense than before. Who will come to this place in the future?

It’s not your fault if you don’t have a good external image, it’s your fault if you don’t decorate well and still appear scary.

"No."

"Talk to you well and say you don't listen? I don't have any vision at all. Do you know who we are?"

His fingers were pointing in front of Hill, and Hill frowned slightly, not because of this person, but because she saw Mr. Zhongyuan diagonally behind them.

Mr. Zhongyuan is not an ordinary person, but he has been trying to be an ordinary person. Wearing a dark blue bathrobe and wooden clogs, he looks like an ordinary beautiful young man passing by.

The flies were still buzzing, and he couldn't listen anymore, so he raised his voice and said, "It's written at the door that no entry is allowed, don't you understand Japanese?"

The fly stopped screaming, turned around and saw that it was a short man, and laughed with a snort, "Short man, are you full? Take care of our Yamamoto group?"

Hill raised his eyelids and glanced at him, are you full?Seeing that he was crazy hungry, she ran to Mr. Zhong Yuan to ask for a box lunch.

and.

Shorty or something, Mr. Dazai is the only one who is still alive and kicking after stepping on the thunder of Mr. Nakahara, right?

Sure enough, he was kicked out of the door by Mr. Zhongyuan in the next moment, and the young man ran over to help the boss up, making a gesture to draw his gun, Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered: "What's the matter? The Yamamoto group has already thought about the consequences of fighting the port mafia? "

Port Mafia!

right?The port mafia is here to soak in the hot springs?

This hot spring hotel is not in Yokohama, it is built in the mountains and the environment is elegant. The hotel owner and Yukichi Fukuzawa are old acquaintances, and they can give a bonus for people to come and play for free. Mori Ogai also stuffed his subordinates here with care , not a more upscale hot spring hotel, no, it makes people doubt their identity.

The leader still wanted to be reckless, but the people below hurriedly stopped him—don’t say goodbye, I heard that the Gravity Envoy of the Port Mafia is just a dwarf.

A group of people left in a state of embarrassment, he watched coldly, he still had the guts to imitate the underworld.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked forward as if nothing had happened, and only when he saw her blue eyes warmed up: "Look at you, you are always bullied if you have a good temper."

He was one step too late and wanted to brainstorm Hill: "..."

"Thank you, I'm fine. I'll leave after working for a day at most. I can't bring follow-up trouble to the boss."

She is still so considerate, thanks to her style of conduct, Zhongya Zhongya's strange face is also a little more comfortable.

"I want to ask you..."

"Hi~" A butcher's head appeared between the two of them. He was tall, and a cup of chocolate milk tea was placed in Hill's hand, "Hill has worked hard."

Furious, almost to the point of materialization, Zhong Yuan lowered his voice but was particularly oppressive, and asked, "Dazai, why are you here?"

"Where is Hill, where am I, but I went to buy milk tea just now," Dazai Osamu leaned down to the front desk, his eyes sparkling, "Hey, let's try it?"

"I'm losing weight and don't drink milk tea, Dazai-kun keeps it for himself."

"Add some sugar, it's included in the accommodation fee."

Hill hopped back and forth between chocolate and weight loss. He didn't pass the milk tea that exudes a mellow smell. He inserted a straw in and took a sip. Osamu Dazai looked at her with his chin propped up.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned.

Both the documents and the leader's words have confirmed that Osamu Dazai has an ambiguous attitude towards Hill, and there is also a picture of Dazai taking Hill away from the Hong Kong black infirmary in his recovered memory, but he never expected Dazai to do this to this extent .

For a person like him, there is a terrible intention behind everything he does.

While worrying about Hill, she couldn't help but be surprised. She used to like this mackerel so much, and she didn't know where the affection came from at a young age. After four years, it was gone.

"Hill, what do you mean by accommodation fee?" Hill also collects rent part-time?

"Dazai-kun lives in my dormitory."

"Oh," I see... Wait!He almost jumped up, pointed at Osamu Dazai and asked Hill, "You let him live with you?"

Hill glanced at the smiling Dazai Osamu, and shifted his gaze: "Yes, I think Dazai-kun has his reasons."

Zhongyuan Zhong also almost burst into foul language.

What reason could this mackerel have?He is greedy for your body, so you should be more sober.Hill was not an idiot before, and he was even more alert and smart after he came back. Why did he act like he threw away his IQ in this matter?There must be a limit to letting go of yourself, the IQ that was thrown away by you is crying.

He wanted to ask Hill for his thoughts before making plans, but now it seems that no matter how he asks, he just says "Dazai-kun has his own reasons", so let's drag Dazai away from the source of the black mud.

From the front hall to the bathing place, there is a trestle bridge built against the mountain. The trees are lush and green, and the breeze can blow away the depression in the heart. On the mountain wall in the corner, Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head suddenly, his blue eyes full of anger.

"What do you mean? Don't tell me that you suddenly feel guilty and realize that you are a bastard who can only ruin other people's minds. What do you want to make up for?"

"Correcting when you know a mistake is a virtue I have always had."

He smiled casually, and the next moment Chuya's legs swept towards his face, he deftly jumped back to avoid it.

"Stop putting gold on your face. When she fell into the quagmire, she watched with cold eyes. She finally crawled out, and you have to drag her back? If you were really guilty, you wouldn't face this directly, no, you wouldn't Dare, being able to help others when they encounter difficulties is your rare conscience."

Following his words, Osamu Dazai's smile gradually disappeared, turning into a cold expressionless face.

He smiled.

Zhong Yuan lowered his eyebrows and his eyes became sharper: "What are you laughing at?"

"Mr. Sen has a good plan. You wander around in front of Hill one by one. What do you want to do? Do you think Hill will return to the port mafia with old feelings? Impossible. In her heart, Yokohama is the first, and Yokohama is the second. The second is the detective agency."

If they were in any danger, she would try her best to save them, but Osamu Dazai was well aware of the other impossibility, but avoided talking about it.

"Based on that alone, you probably won't have anything."

After a long time, Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a short laugh.

"I didn't take the marriage that the leader said seriously, and I wouldn't do that, but, Dazai," he brushed past him, "don't even try to succeed."

**

Everyone in the detective agency lived in a large room with tatami mats neatly stacked. Kunikida packed the futons in advance, Tanizaki, Kenji and Nakajima Atsushi naturally helped, and Edogawa Ranpo ate snacks by himself.

Atsushi Nakajima found that there was something missing in their room, ah no, Mr. Dazai is not something. When he told Mr. Kunikida, he got an extremely tired expression from Mr. Kunikida, "Do whatever you want, you can't lose it anyway."

He thought so, so he didn't mention it again, and said that the food tonight was really delicious.

Hill was called by the boss to give a massage to a guest. It wasn't that the masseuses in the hotel didn't come, it was the guest who asked her to go by name.

Well, she knows who it is.

It's over to see if she pinches him or not.

Hill was sitting under the lamp and fiddling with essential oils for massage. He noticed some movement and looked over, only to see Mr. Dazai holding the door frame and looking inside.

Cats are haunted.

"It's really hard to be alone." He closed the door, walked over briskly, and sat down beside her.

"Dazai-kun, do you have something to say to me?"

"Yes, yes, Hill must want to know? Why do I live in your closet and cook for you?"

Hill looked at him, signaling that he was listening.

"Because Hill took care of me like this, I decided to return it to you." He said solemnly.

Hill was silent for a moment, "No, that's what I want."

It seems that the calm tone is not his own business.

"But I will feel guilty, Hill, touch it," he seemed to have done it countless times, took her hand and put it on his chest, with an exaggerated expression and tears in the corners of his eyes, "the chest is about to burst."

The heartbeat under her palm was regular, she retracted her hand lightly, she didn't really care about this matter, it didn't matter to her, Mr. Dazai could do whatever he wanted, in the final analysis, no one could stop him.

"As you please."

"Hmm," he happily went to the massage table, "Can I have a massage now? Do you want to take off your clothes?"

"..."

Thinking about it all at once gave her a little headache.

Seeing him lying on the bed and looking up at her, for some reason, he thought of the chief rat catcher in Downing Street turning his stomach and sucking.