get out of my yokohama

Right now, Phoenix is ​​in the state of a cat taking a good nap in the sun. It has not provoked or provoked anyone. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko hit the cat with a stick and drove it away. Can the cat not be angry?

Ordinary cats run amok, just tear down the house and kill people, and put it on Fenghuang, the plot is much more powerful.There is no room for delay now, the phoenix is ​​immortal, the only way is to imitate Iron Man's practice and weaken the phoenix, she will find a host to nest by herself.

Ninety-nine percent is still her.

The cat nest Hill, who sheltered the Phoenix from wind and rain, thought.

Not long after, Chuya Nakahara chased the fleeing phoenix and landed on the rooftop where they were. The phoenix turned into a fiery red light and penetrated into Hill's body. Under the influence of disqualification in the world, he regained his sanity, and the sequelae of excessive use of abilities followed, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.

Dazai grabbed him.

Although Chuya Nakahara was exhausted, he still cast a surprised look of "You still have a conscience." Osamu Dazai didn't look at him, and swore to Hill: "Hill, you go back to rest first, and Chuka doesn't need your help."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Waiting for him here?

On this day, Phoenix came and went, really exhausting Hill's energy, and he didn't try to be brave. After saying goodbye, he went back to the dormitory, washed his face, and couldn't sleep.

Osamu Dazai packed Nakahara Nakaya and handed it over to his subordinates. Before leaving, he left a sentence that no one could guess: "Chuya, look, this matter is not over yet, maybe this is the last time you will sleep peacefully this year." Got it."

The collision between the gods and the power of the world, how can it be finished in one fight?

**

Hill woke up in a daze, groping her hand around the pillow, someone handed her the phone, she pressed the screen to check the time, and immediately felt relieved.

Ten past nine in the evening.

There may be some changes that can be seen now.

Hill sat up and saw Mr. Dazai sitting on the closet, with his long legs stretched out, holding a complete suicide manual in one hand, she could imagine him reading under the lamp before she woke up.

"Wake up, how about chicken curry rice tonight? And fried pork chops." He smiled and said in his unique light voice. Hill was originally sleepy, but he felt a little relaxed.

"Sounds so rich."

"It's okay if you don't eat better after a busy day."

"I want...to take a shower first." Dazai-san was sweating a lot today and his body was sticky. If there was a smell, he might bother Mr. Dazai.

"Then you go." Osamu Dazai stood up and moved a bit, "It happens that the pork chops are going to be fried again, and the taste will deteriorate after a while."

Hill: "..."

She took her clothes and floated lightly into the bathroom, and was in a daze while pouring water into the bathtub.

Today, she will not doubt the authenticity of this slaughter. She recalled the past. She saw how ruthless Mr. Dazai was to the enemy, and how relaxed and cute he was with Mr. Oda and Mr. Sakaguchi. look.

People have three sides, gods and demons, enemies, friends, and lovers, so she couldn't help imagining what it would be like for Mr. Dazai to love someone?Maybe he will show a cute expression like a friend, maybe he will protect her, maybe he will be very gentle and considerate, after all, he can read people's hearts, and he is so comprehensive.

Many times she can't go on, it is fantasy that supports her, but people can't live in fantasy, people have to live in reality.

Hill dipped into the warm water, fiddling with the phone.

She found the blog of Sherlock Holmes, with disgust on her face, but joy in her heart; she logged on and found a foreign pornographic news, the cover showed Mr. Wayne hugging a blonde model.

All in all, the singularity produced by the collision between God and the world has at least merged the two worlds, and due to the influence of the world revision, many things will change. The masterpieces of literary giants are gone. I have to say that this is a great loss for the literary world.

In addition, I took a look at the account balance, which happened to be the result of adding the two numbers in the memory palace. Coincidentally, these two worlds are the ones where she makes the most money, and once they are fused, she becomes super rich.

She washed and dressed and went out. When she came to open the door, the aroma was tangy. Chicken curry was paired with tonkatsu. She felt guilty for consuming so many calories late at night, but her empty stomach protested wildly, and she couldn't control that much.

"Then, I start."

"Wait Hill, try this first." To match his debut, he also added his own jingling sound effects.

The steaming winter melon and clam soup, the fried pork cutlets that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the rich and mellow curry rice seem to glow under the warm-toned lights. Hill always felt that such a picture appeared in his memory.

Also the two of them.

It's just that she was sitting opposite.

Mr. Dazai said that he would give her back the care he had given her. At that time, she didn't think much of it, but now she suddenly realized that it was wrong.

As for what was wrong, she couldn't tell with her sudden stop IQ.

"Dazai-kun."

When he cooks, she will wash the dishes, and the water will be rushing, and her voice will be more clear when mixed with it.

"I need to go abroad for a while."

Anyway, they are roommates, so you don't need to say the reason, but you still have to let me know if you don't come back.

He stopped cleaning the bowl, his eyes were deep, and his curly and dense eyelashes carried a shimmer, and slowly lowered to cover them.

"How long will it be?"

"About half a month or so, I will talk to the president tomorrow."

**

"Eh? Miss Hill wants to ask for leave?" Atsushi Nakajima, who had memorized the client list of the detective agency, turned around in surprise.

"It's a family leave," Haruno Haruko said, "It's not surprising. Hill's adoptive parents are both British. They have been out of work for so long. It's time to go back and see."

Quan Jinghua asked: "How long have you been invited?"

"Two weeks."

"Speaking of which, Miss Hill's surname is Sherlock Holmes, right?" Junichiro Tanizaki turned his chair and faced them, pointing to the screen. It was someone's blog. "Is this British detective..."

In her memory, Miss Hill seemed to mention that she had a family member who was a detective.

Yosano Akiko went over to have a look, "It really solved a lot of interesting cases, well, let me see, the identification of various tobaccos, the exploration of footprints... I think what he wrote is also very helpful for our work. .”

click-

The sound of potato chips being bitten off.

A certain world's number one detective didn't hide his displeasure at all.

Tanizaki Junichiro laughed dryly at such a child's approach: "Of course, we only need Mr. Ranpo."

"Is there any case nearby? Master Ranpo is going to work."

"I'll look for it." Xianzhi agreed.

Atsushi Nakajima looked gentle, and looked away, Mr. Ranpo suddenly became very energetic, but Mr. Dazai, why hasn't he come at this time?

"Moses Moses? Oh yes, what?" Kunikida's voice was raised uncontrollably, and then he tried his best to restrain himself and lowered it, gritting his teeth, "Understood, I'll be right there, sorry to trouble you."

He closed the flip cover calmly, stood up calmly, and walked out of the office calmly.

The door just closed.

"Bastard Dazai——!"

Everyone: "..."

It's been a long time, did Mr. Dazai commit suicide again?

Atsushi Nakajima thought a little differently.

Ms. Hill is away for two weeks, Mr. Dazai must be bored, right?

**

on the plane.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked down at the ticket suspiciously, and then looked at the seat, and he understood why the leader would buy him a ticket on purpose.

Hill, who was reading a fashion magazine, was startled, then looked up, and the moment she saw Mr. Zhongyuan, she understood everything, and her expression was clear.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, come in and sit down."

The two sat side by side, Hill was on the outside, and Zhong Yuanzhong was on the inside. Hill turned his leg slightly to let him in, and Zhong Yuanzhong was a little uncomfortable seeing her clear eyes, and went in with his hat brim pressed.

Sitting down made me feel even more uncomfortable.

As far as he could remember, the two of them had never been on a plane together, he was on a business trip alone, and Hill followed Dazai to suffer.

Looking at her from the side, she has exquisite makeup, slightly curly blond hair, hanging down her temples, very beautiful.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, how is your body recovering?"

"Me? You'll be fine after a good night's sleep, but your complexion was very bad that day. Are you still hypoglycemic? Remember to eat well. People have to talk about things like this when you're an adult."

This way of speaking is really interesting.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, do you still remember what you said to me when we first met?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, his expression softened because of the recollection, "You don't study hard at a young age and learn from others, what kind of underworld?"

He is obviously as old as her, but he cares about his mother's heart.

"Where did I go wrong?" Zhong Yuan leaned back and looked out the window, "If you hadn't dropped out of school, your life would be much more stable than it is now."

"I don't pursue these."

"Then what are you after?"

"Compared with individuals, I would rather see the stability of Yokohama, under the clear and white clouds, the traffic is busy, and the flow of people is endless." Hill closed the magazine, leaned on the back of the chair, and faced him, "Thinking about it is worth the effort screen."

"The way you speak... suddenly looks like a leader."

Hill: "..."

This is probably the legendary topic terminator.

Perhaps it could be seen that she was unwilling to answer about Mori Ogai, and Nakahara also changed the subject, "What do you want to do when you go to England?"

The change was a bit hasty, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, she is now a member of the detective agency, if it is for business, how can she tell him about the port mafia?

Excuse me, how can I make such a foolish mistake?

"Forget it, when I didn't ask."

"..."

The non-stop flight took about fifteen hours. After leaving the airport, Zhongyuan Zhongye’s subordinates picked him up. They drove his car, and Zhongyuan Zhongye asked them to go back first. He said he could drive Hill to his destination.

Before Hill could answer, a black taxi drove up quietly and stopped beside her, with the windows rolled down, and the driver with MI[-] agents written all over his face asked her where she was going.

Hill, who didn't want to bother Mr. Zhongyuan, held his hand earnestly: "Please take me for a ride."

Zhong Yuan's body froze, he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and opened the door for her: "I won't leave you here if you don't tell me, get in the car."

Seeing this, Mr. Driver wanted to say something, Hill turned his head slightly, glanced over, and blocked all his words in his throat.

The car drove away, and he took out his BlackBerry to call Miss Anthea.

"Sorry, no one picked up."

In the car.

"That person is not an ordinary driver, is he?"

Hill could hear the solemnity in his tone, and said, "He doesn't have any evil intentions, but if I go up, I will definitely be dragged somewhere to work overtime."

The world is merging, and the first issue before Mycroft's eyes is Brexit. Presumably, the incarnation of the British government is already battered, and she still can't get over it.

Isn't it good to visit foster parents and Oulos?