get out of my yokohama

The chief mouse catcher sounds a bit ridiculous, but the history is not short. There is another sentence that the outside world ridicules, the British prime minister who is running water, and the rat-catching minister who is iron-clad.

Thinking of this, Hill's heart softened a lot. He stroked Osamu Dazai's fluffy black hair. The latter's pupils dilated slightly. He heard her say, "There is no massage, so go back and rest earlier?"

He instinctively grabbed her retracted hand and acted like a baby: "If you want to sleep together, I will warm the bed."

Hill's tone was somewhat indulgent, but his attitude was firm: "Impossible."

The two left the massage room together and parted at the stairs. Osamu Dazai went upstairs and Hill walked straight. The light in the corridor was dim, and the trees were blackened by the night, swaying in the wind, like shadows and ghosts. That day, the game screen at Mr. Nakahara’s house It appeared in her mind unexpectedly, and she always felt that there was someone behind her, and something would come out of the darkness.

In fact, there was indeed a voice behind him, accompanied by a suppressed cough.

She quickened her pace.

A pale hand rested on her shoulder.

Hill didn't move.

"Awashima...is that so?"

Hill still didn't move.

Akutagawa was suspicious, and walked around to her. She was wearing blind glasses and couldn't see her expression. Akutagawa carefully took it off, but she didn't respond, as if she had lost consciousness. He looked at her for a moment, and said calmly: "It's so useless Are you still afraid of the dark?"

"You scared me first, and you still blame me?" Hill regained his senses, snatched the sunglasses from him, and didn't rush to put them on.

Akutagawa glanced at her: "Your alias is Awashima, but your real name is Hill?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe it."

As he said that, his left hand, which had been behind his back all the time, showed up, holding a soft whip. Hill's eyes moved slightly, and he took it. No wonder he didn't see anyone all afternoon, and he didn't play table tennis in the leisure area. It turned out that he was engaged in whips.

"Attack."

Hill's whip is finally getting started, and it can barely be used as a standard for identification.

"Are you telling me to... hit you?"

"Can you beat me down?"

He backed away step by step and opened the distance, calling out the name of the ability in a low voice, as if giving life to the black coat, and the roaring black beast was already an answer.

Seeing the teeth of the ferocious beast biting Hill's limbs, it suddenly stopped like a pause, and then disappeared.

Hill walked towards him, Akutagawa remained motionless, and the slight trembling of the hair on his sideburns revealed that he was fighting against the intruder in his brain. Hill didn't speak, and the voice sounded in his head.

'I've never heard such a request in my life. '

After walking past him, he withdrew his telepathy, and stuffed the whip into his hand by the way, Akutagawa didn't give up once, and chased after him angrily, saying that he didn't believe it, but he believed it in his heart.

"Hill..."

Hill stopped, with weird eyes: "Don't you believe it?"

Akutagawa was expressionless: "Mr. Nakahara pretends to be well-behaved, Mr. Dazai pretends to be considerate, and shows his true nature in front of the following. Who else but you?"

Hill wanted to take a rest early, and he immediately felt relieved when he heard this. He faked a smile: "Find out, what is the relationship between us, we are competitors. Do you expect me to be nice and considerate to you?"

Besides, this guy is not worthy of Mr. Dazai when he speaks, and Mr. Dazai is not worthy of Mr. Dazai if he keeps his mouth shut. She has a good temper, but she is not made of mud, can't she be a little angry?

Akutagawa: "I...have never regarded you as a competitor."

That being said, there are many solutions, simply denying this relationship and ridicule, let’s not talk about the former, just say the latter, it is easy to be misunderstood as "you are not worthy to be my competitor", and Akutagawa is naturally calm It's more like a cold tone.

Hill also understood him. He was not very happy to hear it at first, but then he understood that he didn't hate her that much, and he didn't want to humiliate her.

Now she is not in a hurry to leave, looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, she said softly, "There is a sentence in my heart for a long time, I have always wanted to tell you."

I don't know if it's because the moonlight is too beautiful or the wind is too gentle. Akutagawa feels a little irregular heartbeat, as if it's the aftereffect of soaking in hot springs. There is a strange heat on his face. He lowers his head and holds his palms to his lips.

"What?"

"Thank you, do you listen?"

It turned out that it was like this, he was not so nervous, and felt a little disappointed, and said lightly: "If you don't tell me, how will I listen?"

"That day, I jumped down, and I heard you call my name." There were no extra words, the meaning of saving her was beyond words, and she activated a supernatural ability to save her. A person who begged for death, no matter what the reason for begging for death, someone is willing Giving her a hand is a heart-warming thing.

Hill's heart warmed, Akutagawa was furious, and the scene he had finally forgotten was awakened again. He thought more than once that if he opened the door even a second earlier, Rashomon would be able to take her away. Save it.

My younger sister doesn't like to talk, but she persuaded him many times. Even when Hill came back, don't ask her why she jumped at that time. It must be her most desperate thing that prompted her to do that.But since she was the first to mention that day, he asked.

"Why did you do that?" Even if Mr. Dazai abandoned them and left, couldn't they look for them?To actually run to commit suicide is really an act of the weak, which he despises.

"You're the first one to ask me this question."

Mr. Zhongyuan understands that she doesn't ask anything on the opposite side of Hong Kong and black, and Yin is afraid of exposing her scars, so she doesn't open her mouth.

There is only Akutagawa.

Akutagawa turned his head: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

Hill: "It's not that I can't say anything, I just want to know Mr. Dazai's thoughts when he committed suicide." Inadvertently, he stopped calling Mr. Dazai, and popped out Mr. Dazai.

Akutagawa didn't notice this, and he was heartbroken: "I warned you a long time ago, don't speculate on Mr. Dazai's thoughts without authorization." Disobedient, what do you think, have you time-traveled?

Hill didn't know what to think, and smiled slightly: "It won't happen now."

"what--!"

The familiar voice dragged on in dissatisfaction, and spread across the corridor. The owner of the voice strode over and squeezed between the two of them. He looked at Akutagawa with dissatisfaction. A syllable full of accusations.

"Sill! You told me to go to bed early, but you and Akutagawa had a heart-to-heart talk this month?"

"Mr. Dazai!" Akutagawa was suddenly excited.

Hill saw Atsushi Nakajima following helplessly behind Mr. Dazai, and he explained in a warm voice: "We went to the kitchen to find supper, and when we came back, we heard voices from this side. I was a little worried..."

Hill pressed Osamu Dazai who was about to rub against him, "There is supper in the kitchen? Why didn't I know?"

Atsushi Nakajima frowned, "It's Ochazuke made by Mr. Dazai, it's very delicious."

As soon as the words fell, Akutagawa exploded, "What?? Mr. Dazai made tea and rice for you? How can you be a tiger?"

The next thing is difficult to understand, what is "obviously it was me first", what is "it's my first to know or be a subordinate", which caused Hill and Atsushi Nakajima to look pained, and the corridor was full of white students. breath.

At this moment, a window on the second floor was suddenly pushed open.

The voice of Lemon Blossom came from inside: "It turns out that I am not the only one who cannot sleep on this moonlit night, so let me bring you the gospel of science?"

Another window was pushed open, and Michizo Tachihara's irritable voice came out: "Can't you be quiet at night?"

Another one, only a clear sound of drawing a knife.

The next one was a majestic male voice: "Stop it all, do you want me to report that you drowned in the hot spring?"

The last one, "Keep your voice down, in case you are complained about it."

Obviously, such non-mafia remarks were selectively ignored by a group of evil people. What a group of people should say, that person couldn't bear it, and gave an ultimatum.

"Hey, you people, I'm a cadre!"

As soon as the voice fell silent, just after the person thought that the word cadre took effect, the miscellaneous voices sounded again.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..." It turns out that their Hong Kong gangsters are like this.

Hill: "..." What's going on with Hong Kong gangsters this time?Do you have to piss Mr. Zhongyuan to death?

The hot spring trip ended in the cheerful atmosphere of the gangsters.

The group's invasion came to an end, and the detectives fell into a period of depression, which was said to be due to job burnout. During that time, there were really no commissions, and the burnout was just burnout. Hill, who had watched his junior high school reunion, thought so.

Kunikida, who was working hard, listened to Nakajima Atsushi's words and helplessly supported his forehead: "It's probably another reason made up by Dazai."

Hill on the side subconsciously said: "It is a state of physical and mental exhaustion under the pressure of work, usually manifested as a negative work attitude and impatient."

Atsushi Nakajima: "Do you really have this disease?" The strange knowledge has increased again.

There happened to be a request, Hill glanced at it and said to her, Kunikida was relieved and let her go alone.

This is a disappearance case, and Hill took the photo of the missing person to Leibo Street, where she last appeared.

While she was thinking about the case, the mist climbed up from her feet, rose to her waist, and soon spread to the entire street.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, the leading war a few years ago was the fight for his "inheritance" by several underworld forces.

As for his abilities... she would soon find out.

She gradually clenched her fist, and the sharp false nails pierced into her palm.

"I heard that you are a rare double ability user, and even possess spiritual abilities."

The mist was white, and the man who came out of the mist was also white, wearing white clothes and white hair, looking at her calmly not far away.

"What kind of ability will come out first? Diamond transformation? Or psychic ability? Ah, it's rare for something that I can't guess to happen. I'm really looking forward to it."

Hill didn't bother to pay attention to him, and pressed his temple with one hand, his brainwaves stretched out infinitely, people living in Leibo Street ran out one after another, this is a scene that cannot be seen in the fog.

She opened her eyes, and conveyed all the coldness in her gray pupils to him, even Shibusawa Ryuhiko's smile froze for a moment, this woman has such an imposing manner.

"It turns out that the ability to strip away the ability is to some extent the nemesis of the ability user."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko smiled: "No one can defeat his own abilities."

As if to confirm his words, white light radiated from Hill, and while she resisted, she taunted Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

"Sometimes, ignorance is not wrong, it is wrong to touch the realm of ignorance. Some people want to know about my abilities, so let you be the first bird, why? Do you still feel that everything is under your control?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "Don't be silly, there will be no unexpected things in the world. I heard that you are also a smart person. Did you expect today?"

"On June [-]th, you entered Japan, and on June [-]th, you entered Yokohama via a cruise ship."

Hill reported two days, looking at his slightly changed face: "Maybe you think you are doing it very covertly, but what gave you confidence, you, a guy who has done a lot of crimes, set foot in Yokohama, I wouldn't know?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's expression changed, and he stabilized after a while: "Your ability is still in my hands, no matter how much you resist, it will be useless."

Hill sighs: "I'm stalling."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko raised a winner's smile: "It's useless no matter what, you still hope someone will save you?"

Hill: "Don't guess, I'm waiting for everyone to withdraw."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "???"

Before he could issue a few more question marks, she suddenly spread out fiery red wings behind her, the temperature rose rapidly, and the white mist dissipated visible to the naked eye.

The sky darkened, and it seemed that all the brilliance was concentrated in one place, and the energy spread out infinitely, including the entire Leibo Street, and after the extreme silence, there was a loud explosion!

The parallel world, the embodiment of life and emotion in the multiverse, the power of the phoenix, descended on Yokohama.