get out of my yokohama

In front of the billiard table, the well-dressed middle-aged gentleman was worried about the situation on the table, and held the cue for a long time without moving.

A few steps away, there were many people standing on the sidelines, and there were no people on the nearby tables, and they all came to watch the scene.

Hill stood by and waited for her opponent to solve the snooker. If he still couldn't solve the snooker this time, the referee could declare her victory.

No one made a sound, speaking while playing pool is a very rude behavior, in the end he still didn't untie it, lost to a woman who was a round younger than him, he looked frustrated, still demeanor, and held out his hand to her : "I lost."

Hill held it up and said softly, "I'm lucky today."

Middle-aged man: "Go up for a drink?"

Hill: "No, I still have to play."

He didn't force it, just smiled and left.

The man who dominated the billiards court for many years lost, and no one came to challenge Hill. She played quietly for a while by herself, it was a game, and it was also thinking. Er straightened his body, the billiard room was empty, and a man with flirtatious eyes was standing opposite the pool table, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Miss, are you alone?" Seeing her looking up, she made such a reckless voice.

Hill looked at the manager: "If I remember correctly, smoking is not allowed in the billiard room."

The manager was sweating coldly. The man with the cigarette in his mouth was powerful. It would be bad if he caused trouble and lost his job, so he chose not to hear it.

Then the next moment he heard the powerful voice of the cadre.

"Is this how A usually manages the clubhouse?" Zhongya Zhongya stood at the door, frowning.

The manager immediately stepped forward, "Mr. Zhongyuan."

Since boss A's cruise ship crashed, all of them have been merged into the management of another cadre, Nakahara Chuya. Occasionally he would come to inspect, but he didn't expect to come here once yesterday, and again today. Is the cadre free to do?

The man with the cigarette in his mouth didn't flirt with the woman anymore, he quickly pinched out his cigarette, and moved closer to Nakahara Nakaya. Hill poked his cue and watched with interest. She remembered that Mr. Nakahara was the most impatient to deal with these flirtatious things. The second generation of the rich.

Because their parents have a cooperative relationship with Hong Kong gangsters, they can't be too strict, and they really can't see some of their actions. The rules are not written beautifully."

Hill chuckled.

As soon as he drove the person away, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw this smile.

He had mixed feelings in his heart.

Before, because of the co-eating, the Hong Kong gangsters took the lead, tore up the truce agreement made when dealing with the combination, and went to the head of the detective agency president. He didn't consider that Hill was from the detective agency, and killed Fukuzawa What influence will the president have on her.

He felt that he had done nothing wrong, but he still didn't want to appear in front of her very much.

Seeing her attitude as usual now, she didn't take it to heart, and felt even more uncomfortable.

"Mr. Nakahara, good evening."

"...Good evening," Zhong Yuan Zhong also strode over, "Why are you here?"

This is an entertainment club belonging to the port mafia. Generally speaking, shouldn't people from the detective agency stay far away?

Hill didn't seem to understand his subtext: "Play pool."

Zhongyuan Zhong also obviously didn't believe it: "This is the only one in Yokohama that can fight?"

Hill: "I originally wanted to go upstairs to play mahjong, but before people came, I played billiards to pass the time."

He stared at her for a while, told her not to play too late, turned and left.

How many gaps in the world are not caused by quarrels and differences, but by alienation and silence again and again.

She still thinks he is a very important person, but how to get along with him, she has no choice but to let nature take its course.

Hill watched him go, bent down and hit the next shot.

The formation of co-phagia is extremely complicated. There are many people in Hong Kong and black that need to be purged. In addition to the fusion of the world, various forces are intertwined. Mr. Zhongyuan, the overtime madman, appeared here so early, and Mr. Mori is probably also there.

After a person is attacked, even if he does not want to strengthen his defense, the people around him will become nervous, which is human nature.

Hill counted the time, took the elevator to the upper floor, stopped halfway, the elevator door slowly opened to both sides, and what came into her sight was a face she hadn't seen for four years.

"Hi, miss me?" He greeted with a smile, then entered the elevator and stood beside Hill.

"Professor, are you having fun?" Hill replied, looking no surprise to meet him here.

Moriarty said in a soft voice, "This is really a nice place, why didn't I discover it before?"

"Yokohama has many attractions, and the professor will not be disappointed."

He politely invited: "Maybe you would like to be my guide."

Hill: "Of course, my pleasure."

As soon as the elevator door opened, someone respectfully asked Moriarty to move, and Mr. Sen was waiting for him. If others were told that the leader of the port mafia was invited, they would faint from fright on the spot, and this boring consultant every day The criminal was happy and went away chewing gum.

Wearing a T-shirt, a casual shirt, and a baseball cap on his head, he couldn't tell the aura of a criminal leader.

Many people don't realize the fusion of the world, because many unreasonable things have been corrected to be reasonable, including the number of people in countries and regions. It is rare for him to perceive different people. It happens that the genius Professor Moriarty works 24 hours a day and 25 hours a day. Too busy to panic, how could I not come to the source of the incident to take a look?

And Napoleon, who controlled the European criminal empire, set foot on the land of Yokohama, how could the port mafia remain indifferent?

These two people really don't know what kind of situation it is.

Hill smiled slightly, turned around and entered the chess and card room, which was completely different from the billiard room.Mahjong originated in China and was introduced to Britain, the United States and other countries in the early [-]th century. With its unique charm, its overseas journey has been smooth, and chess and card rooms can be seen everywhere, full of people who shout "eat" and "touch".

The person she was waiting for hadn't arrived yet, so she randomly found a game console, stuffed it with game coins, and killed the AI ​​to pieces.

Before she got bored, one hand was propped on the game console, and she could see it when she turned her head. The back of the hand was too white, and the thin veins were clear, giving people a sense of frailty.

Hill turned his head. Even though he had seen his photos in the materials many times, he still didn't feel as deeply as what he saw with his own eyes. The man behind the scenes was such a sick young man.

"Want to play a game?"

"That's exactly what I want."

There were a lot of empty mahjong tables, and the two randomly found one to sit down. At this time, the two beauties who were alone did not realize the seriousness of the matter. You have to doubt your life, run away, and publicize to others that there are two card-recording madmen over there, and don't rush to find abuse.

When they shuffled the cards, there was a crisp sound when the cards collided. The fingertips of two pairs of pale hands collided under the light from time to time, which looked like jade. They didn't say a word while counting the cards, as if they were communicating with each other.

But Hill knows that won't last long.

"Although this is the first time we've met, haven't we met before?" Fyodor raised his eyes after finishing the last card, and those magnificent eyes stared at her without blinking.

"Yeah, so I've been looking forward to a meeting like this."

The next game started, there were unbelievers everywhere, they filled the vacancy, they were quite confident at first, the opponent, of course, would be interesting if they were stronger.

Mahjong is one of the ancient game games in China. In 2017, the International Mind Sports Federation announced that it has officially become a world mind sports event.People who play games can get fun from it, and people who play games can also convey their ideas to each other. Obviously Hill and Fyodor are both the latter. Time no one dared to sit down.

Fyodor crossed his fingers, put his chin on the back of his hand, and said slowly: "At this moment, do you know what I'm thinking?"

Hill glanced at him and asked the waiter to order four cups of coffee. This high-end entertainment club owned by the port mafia will certainly meet the needs of the guests.

When the coffee was served, Fyodor thanked the waiter, squeezed the ear of the cup and said in a low voice, "The ability to read minds is really a foul."

Hill said slowly: "Mind reading can also be divided into two situations."

"Oh?"

"One is that I can hear your current thoughts, and the other is that I can hear all your thoughts. Which one would you say is more terrifying to you?"

Of course the latter.

In the former, he can deceive her by deceiving himself, but in the latter, not only him, but anyone has no secrets in front of her.

This may be a bad thing, but also a good thing.

Fyodor's expression changed slightly. He could think of this, but she might not have thought of it, but she pointed it out on purpose, clearly intending to lure him into a storm, and let her be besieged by people who couldn't sleep with secrets in their arms.

If he really did that, would it be in line with her wishes?

Well... that's how it is.

"If it's the latter, it's too easy for you to deal with the port mafia, and I'm beginning to suspect your so-called retreat."

Hill sighed: "How many holes have you drilled? There were only five people present that day."

Fyodor smiled: "How can this tell you?"

Hill didn't take it seriously, and said: "Actually, I am a person who pays attention to the rules of the game, but many people don't believe it."

"Then what can you do? Who gives you too many advantages, and you can easily subvert the rules."

"I found out..." Hill paused, "You have started battles with supernatural powers several times, but you are extremely dissatisfied with the existence of supernatural powers."

"It doesn't matter if you say it. I want to get a book. For this book, the supernatural beings and I in Yokohama are destined to be enemies."

"It sounds half true." Hill believed it, but he didn't believe it completely.

They were sitting opposite each other. At this time, there were two people sitting beside them. They were not innocent pretty boys. On the left was Ranpo Edogawa, and on the right was...

Hill pressed his forehead: "Mr. Dazai, why don't you rest in the hospital and come here?"

Osamu Dazai dressed neatly and smiled innocently: "The hospital is so boring, how can it be interesting?"

Hill ignored him, and looked up at Edgar Allan Poe who came in together, "What do you think I asked you to come here?"

Poe poked the little raccoon on his head and tilted his head slightly: "Isn't it here to collect materials?" He had thought about adding game elements to the movie for a long time.

Hill said she was going to crack.

In her vision, this game has her and Fyodor, Mr. Ranpo and Edgar Allan Poe. In return, the rat of the dead house occupies part of the property of the combination. She can get it back for them, and then Mr. Dazai suddenly appears , occupied Edgar Allan Poe's seat, and Edgar Allan Poe was still happily watching, holding a notebook to record at any time.

When she was talking to Edgar Allan Poe, Osamu Dazai asked curiously, "Mr. Ranpo, did you manage to find this place by yourself?"

"Miss Analysis left me a password," Edogawa Ranbu spread his hands, and several envelopes spread out like a fan, "Each password indicates the front, back, left, and right, and there is Jin Pingtang in the envelope~ What a genius idea, it can't be compared It’s not far behind my Lord Ranbu.”

Although the world's No. 1 detective can't tell the difference between east, west, and north, he can't be bothered by front, back, left, and right.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand: "Let me see?"

Edogawa Ranpo withdrew his hand childishly, "No."

Osamu Dazai, who was resolutely rejected, showed his cat's mouth and poked Hill: "I want it too."

Hill: "...what do you want?"

"I want it all."

"Mr. Dazai, don't you know your way?" Just as Hill finished speaking, he caught sight of someone writing a book out of the corner of his eye, and an ominous premonition spewed out, "What are you writing?" They haven't started typing yet. Well, have an inspiration?

Edgar Allan Poe's pen tip was slightly stiff, and he coughed subtly, "I didn't write anything special."

Fyodor on the opposite side watched with great interest. Although appearances are easy to confuse people, but most of the time seeing is believing. His opponents are in this state in private, really...

"Yeah, the devil Fyodor, are you there too?" The surprised tone seemed to have just seen Fyodor.

Fyodor raised his eyebrows and looked, "Did my sniper hurt your brain?"

On his left is Osamu Dazai's bright smile, without a trace of gloom, but full of provocation, "Who makes your sense of existence not high?"