get out of my yokohama

It’s been nearly four years, and I don’t know how the world revision will explain the reason for her leaving home. After all, even time travel has been replaced with a more reasonable reason-fake death to leave Hong Kong, and to avoid the limelight, she went abroad and changed her appearance.The best proof is that when I took a shower yesterday, I found that the stitching scars on my body were gone, and other scars were still there.

Hill wanted Mr. Zhongyuan to put her next to the station. The adoptive parents’ home was in a town farther away. It would be bad if it would affect Mr. Zhongyuan’s work. Zhongyuan Zhong didn’t listen and insisted on taking her home.

Immediately after he thought of something, he grabbed the steering wheel with his gloved hands and whispered, "If you are worried about your parents' address being exposed..."

"I believe that no matter how the situation changes, Mr. Zhongyuan will not hold my parents hostage to force me to submit, but Mr. Mori should take precautions."

He completely let go of his heart that was hanging in the air, and at the same time, Zhong Yuanzhong also deeply understood how much Hill didn't want to see the leader in his heart, and he couldn't ask about this matter.It was a rare time when there was no annoying mackerel, and instead of talking about those people during this time, he changed the topic to a lighter one.

"Uncle and aunt... what kind of people are they?" He was a little uneasy. This title should be okay, right?Or should I call you uncle and aunt?Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the interior rearview mirror.

Hill lowered his head slightly, and when he talked about his family, his face was quiet and his tone was soft.

The car stopped in front of a red house. This time, Hill didn't stay in a daze. As soon as it stopped, she got out of the car and didn't give Mr. Zhongyuan a chance to open the door. The latter saw her thoughts, raised his eyebrows, and took a look. Flying out of some youth.

Hill didn't look at him for too long, and found the old Mr. Holmes who was bending over to water in the courtyard. There were fine lines at the corners of his elderly eyes, which became more obvious when he smiled. He raised his voice and called out the old Mr. Mrs. Holmes herself opened the courtyard door.

"It's a wonderful evening."

"dad."

The way the father expressed his feelings was still a bit reserved, but the mother was much more enthusiastic. Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the lady who came out of the red house a few steps up to Hill and gave her a warm hug. Her arms on both sides were stiff. Hugging back, Madam kept complaining that she didn't come back to take a look, the happy arc of the corner of her mouth never flattened.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also happy for her. Perhaps it was because the orphan lacked the love of his parents. Hill was not very good at accepting other people's kindness, and seemed clumsy. She was better at giving than receiving.

It was not easy for old Mrs. Holmes to look away from her little daughter. Of course, she would notice the young man standing next to the famous car, and asked his identity with a smile.

Nakahara Chuya's body froze when his wife's smiling eyes swept over him, but he couldn't see it. He didn't know how to answer Hill. If he had to say it, his identity was very embarrassing.

Hill looked as usual: "The former boss."

Old Mrs. Holmes: "So that's the case, why are you nervous?"

Hill: "Then I switched jobs to the opposite company."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

She is much calmer.

"Please send Hill back."

In other words, the youngest daughter has switched jobs to the opposite family, and the former boss is still willing to send her home?After thinking this through, old Mrs. Holmes' eyes lit up, and she repeatedly invited him in as a guest.

Don't look at the jerky behavior in his heart, but when it comes to his actions, he should be more decent than anyone else. He took off his hat and put it on his chest to show his respect for the elders. He spoke slowly, "Thank you Madam for your kindness. I still have a job, so I won't leave." Disturbing your family reunion, next time you must prepare a gift and visit at home."

What he did should be fine, right?

Cough, it's not because of Hill that he cares about this issue, but because he should be courteous when facing the elders.

He heard old Mrs. Holmes whisper to Hill before he got into the car.

"Your former boss..."

What will be the evaluation?He paused slightly as he closed the car door.

"So cute."

The car door was gently closed, and the car drove away quickly. For some reason, there was a sense of fleeing.

Hill watched with a smile in his gray eyes, "Your vision is still as good as ever."

The old couple brought their daughter into the house, the old Mrs. Holmes rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen to cook a big meal, and the old Mr. Holmes and Hill sat around the fireplace and chatted.

At the beginning, Oulos pointed at Mycroft and asked her to call her uncle. If she didn’t want to, she could just call her by name. Anyway, she never called Mycroft Brother, she called Sherlock Second Brother. Hill saw that McCoff’s card was hanging The face of a politician with a hypocritical smirk will change a little because of a big uncle, and he only calls it that way when he thinks it is funny.

Seeing the younger sister's face, Mycroft endured it, and then he really accepted her and led her back to meet her parents. He couldn't point to Hill, who was four years younger than Oulos, as your granddaughter, and then he told Xie "Remember, the people living in there are going to be your parents, and I think you know what to call them," Hall said.

Hill: "Okay Uncle, no problem Uncle."

Mycroft: "..."

His younger brothers and sisters, whether they are related by blood or not, are they all so troublesome?

Neither the Holmes nor his wife had any objections to adopting Hill. They were kind people in the first place, and they didn't need Mycroft to say that Oluos's mental state was much better because of her, and they would treat her very well.

Old Mr. Holmes even whispered to her specially.

Roughly translated, my wife is a genius, my eldest son is a genius, my younger son is a genius, and my younger daughter is a ghost. I am an ordinary person. We two ordinary people depend on each other. Don’t be nervous, don’t be afraid, the problem is not big.

Although she didn't feel uneasy about joining the Holmes family, she still felt warmed by the words of the old Mr. Holmes, the freshly baked father, which relieved her schizophrenia to a certain extent.

"I fried French fries for you first. I remember you like this, and it will fill your stomach." Old Mrs. Holmes pushed open the door and gave her a bowl of French fries and ketchup.

"I'm losing weight……"

The next thing is that all mothers in the world are exactly the same. There is a kind of thinness that your mother thinks you are thin. Hill, who went on a diet for three days and had a big meal for two days, gave up the treatment.

Mom was very satisfied, and stroked her golden retriever: "How can I lose weight if I'm not full?"

Hill: "..."

As long as you are happy.

She didn't stay at her parents' house for too long, and she went out after one night. She didn't look like a daughter who hadn't come home for a long time. People are enough to piss them off.

What's more, they knew where she would go.

**

ten days later.

Cross-country phone calls are not easy, and Atsushi Nakajima did not report any hope. Hearing the busy tone, the sunny doll version of Hill with blond hair and white dress was jumping and jumping on the screen, which symbolized when the dialing stopped. It's connected.

stopped.

He was shocked by this realization just now, and he got connected?

"A-Dun, try to explain what's going on in one sentence."

Hill squatted in front of an engraved stone tablet to study the code, very skillful with one mind and two tasks, and then she heard this sentence.

"The president was attacked by someone and Mr. Dazai was shot. He is now in the hospital. Ms. Hill, can you come back as soon as possible?"

"Mr. Dazai", Hill's IQ suddenly stopped, and the analysis of the code was interrupted. After a second of delay, he recovered his IQ and fell into deep thought.

Not quite right, didn't she anonymously disclose the address of the mouse hole to the Supernatural Secret Service before she left Yokohama?Or did those people have to be held by her hand in order to catch them?

"I'll be back right away, and you can explain the matter in detail."

Hill held the phone in one hand, diamondized the other, left another signal on the solid rock with his fingertips, and turned to leave.

Since the detective agency is in crisis, let's save the fun of playing hide-and-seek with Oros for next time, if it's as expected...

According to A Dun, within a day, both the president and Mr. Mori were infected with the ability of the same virus, and they fell into a coma. The solution is to kill a person who has the virus in his body, and in this way, the other will be solved by itself.

I told Dr. Yosano that with this ability, the president can't survive for two days, and now Mr. Tanizaki is thinking of assassinating Mr. Mori to save the president.

"Can you think of the same thing, can they not think of it?"

Hill got into a black taxi, and didn't even care that the driver was an agent sent by Mycroft. He telepathically controlled him to drive to the airport, and at the same time talked with Adun on the phone.

"The most urgent thing is to transfer the president to a secret place first. The port mafia has a large number of people, and we are not opponents in a head-on confrontation. Moreover, doing it in the hospital is against the president's wish to maintain the stability of Yokohama..."

There was a slight sound from the receiver, and Hill glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and it was not surprising to hear Mr. Ranpo's voice.

"I thought of a strategy of getting out of the way. The only bargaining chip in our hands is to catch the supernatural person who created the virus. Dazai said that the mastermind behind the scenes called him [a certain criminal], so I need the Supernatural Secret Service's report on the supernatural criminal. material."

This is not an analysis to Hill, but an answer.

"The opponent is very cunning, and it is very likely that they have created a trap waiting for us to jump. The Ability Secret Service is not a monolith, it has already been drilled several holes by mice." Hill said in a deep voice.

In other words, the materials obtained by the Ability Secret Service Division are not completely reliable.

Over there, the gangsters surrounded the hospital and it became chaotic. Hill could hear the voices of everyone discussing countermeasures, Aton's voice was a little flustered, Tanizaki was a little excited... and Mr. Ranpo was always calm.

Here, Hill arrived at the airport and passed the security check. Thank God the plane was not delayed, and the call has not been interrupted.

"I found it. His name is Pushkin. He was born overseas and grew up in Yokohama. He escaped from the asylum for supernatural criminals in Europe half a month ago."

"Do you know where he is hiding?"

Although it was not written in the information, Edogawa Ranpo still firmly said: "I know."

"We should check to see if there are any dead house rats around him."

"Kunikida has gone."

"Send me the photo."

It was a blond man with a scar on his forehead. Hill thought for a second about the possibility of BlackBerry hacking into the British intelligence agency. Without thinking too much about it, he chose to call Mycroft—always pretending to be modest and claiming to be the last official, Actually the head of the British Secret Service, the personification of the British government.

They didn't even talk for 2 minutes. While waiting for information, she sent a message.

Professor, are you interested in world fusion?

The reply is very fast.

What are you talking about, honey, I'm only interested in you.

In just one line, it seems that the English with a little Irish accent is flowing slowly in the ear, and Hill's heart is not fluctuating. |Bomb, it's not like I haven't done it before.

Two pieces of information soon arrived on Hill's phone, one from the British supernatural intelligence agency, and the other from a criminal empire entrenched throughout Europe like a spider's web. The photo was obviously not the same person as the supernatural spy class.

The plane is about to take off, and the beautiful stewardess reminds passengers over and over again that they should turn off the power off, and that they should adjust the flight mode.

There was no time to make a call, so Hill sent the information directly to Mr. Ranpo, and he would understand what she meant.

The author has something to say: Mr. Tuo: Dazai is offline, Hill is going abroad, I will go to the line with Ranpo, one-on-one is no problem.

Mycroft: Bubbly.

Mo Niang: Bubbling.

Oulos: Where's Hill?