get out of my yokohama
Chapter 75 Mahjong
Osamu Dazai was quietly acting as a pendant. No one gave Hill any more cards. The passive disqualification made Hill unable to use his abilities. The pressure of being focused should be lighter.
At first, Fyodor thought so.
After a few laps, he changed his mind. Hill's level has not dropped at all, and the newcomer is not easy to be with.
Fyodor covered his mouth and coughed twice, tilted his head, and saw Moriarty who curled his mouth and hummed a little tune.
"Where are you holy?"
He didn't seem to have any intention of pretending, just tapped, the shyness and youthfulness were swept away, and turned into some kind of interest.
"Name, I'm James Moriarty."
It was said that Fyodor's pupils dilated and he coughed again, this time with a lot of force, making one wonder if he would cough out his lungs. Under the gazes of several people, he finally calmed down and said in a hoarse voice: " I thought it was a character's name."
Moriarty smiled, and he didn't seem surprised: "I think your name will surprise me, too."
As he wished, Fyodor uttered a long list of his full names.
Moriarty, who has experienced the baptism of "Mori Ogai" and "Chuya Nakahara", made a flamboyant voice, "Wow, what a recognizable name. When I ran into Hill in the library, she was reading your book."
Speaking of the second half of the sentence, he looked at Hill, and the latter said calmly; "I am a person who loves literature."
Moriarty recalled: "I remember every paragraph."
He said something in Russian, and this Napoleon of crime, no matter what language he spoke, had a soft voice that tickled people's hearts.
There are tears in their eyes, their faces are pale and haggard, but on their pale faces, there is the dawn of longing for the future, the dawn of a new life, love, let them get a new life[1].
"Literary Miss Hill, I can't believe you're embarrassing a great writer here."
Just as Fyodor told Moriarty that he was a character in their world, Moriarty was not shy about saying that Fyodor in another world was a writer.
Even the world revision cannot fool the few people with top intelligence, so no matter how shocking the truth is, they can accept it without changing their faces, and even with a smile on their faces.
Fyodor thought, Moriarty is here, Sherlock Holmes is not far away, don't forget Hill's last name.
He raised his head and looked right into Hill's gray eyes. The two looked at each other briefly, and Hill said, "Literature is literature, and the author is the author."
Moriarty: "Oh? You're always on the side of boring justice, I'm assuming he's a villain?" That's why you get targeted like that.
Hill shook his head: "I let you down."
He is also on the side of justice.
It's just one's own justice, and many people have to be sacrificed for one's own justice.
All the unfinished words are written in the depths of the eyes, which makes people feel a little moved in the bottom of their hearts.
The corners of Fyodor's lips curled up. This profiler really doesn't know what is the use of psychic powers. Isn't this one that can see through people's positions at once?
There were Mori Ogai and Nakahara Chuya standing upstairs, and Mori Ogai thought that there might be guests coming tonight, so he asked his subordinates to keep an eye on the door, and report any special visitors as soon as possible.
Obviously, Fukuzawa Yukichi is a special person.
Mori Ogai asked his subordinates to invite him up.
Fukuzawa Yukichi was still the third child, wearing a gray-green kimono with dark feathers, his hands tucked into his sleeves, Mori Ogai turned his back to him, and he heard his footsteps light and regular, and his breath was calm and long. Move it, it's amazing.
He stopped.
"Your Excellency Fukuzawa, you haven't been to this kind of place for a long time, have you?"
Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced down, "I'll take Luanbu back."
"Where are Hill and Dazai-kun? As the leaders of the organization, it's too obvious to be biased?"
"Hill asked me to come here."
"That's even more strange," Mori Ogai turned his head, with a meaningful smile, "Which one of you is the president? Is Your Excellency Fukuzawa a person who obeys his subordinates?"
Zhongyuan Zhong also changed his eyes slightly, feeling a little bit unbearable.
"Doctor Sen."
After many years, both of them became the leaders of the organization. Mori Ogai is still used to addressing you as His Excellency Fukuzawa, and Fukuzawa Yukichi is also used to calling him Doctor Mori.
"You forgot that I am familiar with military books. There is no need to speak out about such a simple quarrel."
Mori Ogai was not sure or denied, and his attitude couldn't be more calm: "My old friend reminds you, it's fine if you don't listen to it, if you can't control it in the future..."
He didn't say the latter words, and let people use their imagination to fill in by themselves.
"I don't need to control her," Fukuzawa Yukichi ignored, "They will perform their own duties."
All he can provide is the platform of the Armed Detective Agency, as well as the target policy. All the members of the agency have brains to make plans, and those who have the value of force to charge forward. He can be the first to advance towards the target. He didn't think there was anything about that little shortcoming.
Isn't it suicide everywhere, hooking up with female clients, going outside every day, not wanting to go to work for more than 30 days a month... Fukuzawa Yukichi is used to all kinds of things.
He remembered the first days when he was with Ranbu, when he was in trouble, it made him want to remove the cover of the sewer, walk there with him, and put the cover back in place after hearing the sound of falling water.
Compared to Ranpo and Dazai, Hill is much better. He works hard, never skips work, doesn't need him to recite, doesn't spend his money on snacks, and doesn't ask weird questions that make people want to poke themselves binaural.
Immortal subordinate, he only listened to Dr. Sen's instigation because his brain was filled with water.
"Your Excellency Fukuzawa is really a worry-free leader." Mori Ogai couldn't help but sigh.
Fukuzawa Yukichi: "It's my subordinates who are good enough." Only this incident can make his calm voice full of pride.
It's very heartbreaking, Sassen Ogai's heart.
Nakaya-kun, Akutagawa-kun, Momiji-kun, and Hirotsu-kun are of course good too, but none of them are intelligent enough to deal with Moriarty.Immediately afterwards, Mori Ogai discovered another heart-wrenching thing. Two of the three minds in the detective agency had flowed out from his port mafia, and one of them could solve his urgent needs.
Otherwise, digging corners?
Thinking of this, Mori Ogai turned his gaze to Nakahara Chuya again. The latter obviously didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two chiefs, and politely stepped back a little, but he was at a distance that could protect Mori Ogai in time.
Mori Ogai was about to speak, Fukuzawa Yukichi spoke in front of him: "Doctor Mori, do you know how Hill came to the detective agency?"
"Appreciate further details."
"Natsume-sensei gave her a letter of recommendation."
Just one sentence set off a storm in Mori Ogai's heart. As a student, he understood Natsume's wisdom better than anyone else. No, you can't say that, it's just the tip of the iceberg.
"Natsume-sensei seems to have foreseen that someone will destroy the stability of the Three Moment Concept, so I introduced her."
"It seems that her arrival has increased the weight of the detective agency, and the three-minute concept has become unbalanced again."
"That's why she stepped back to make you feel at ease."
She loves Yokohama so much, it is impossible for her to use the power of the phoenix to fight with that gravity user in Yokohama, and it is even more impossible to use telepathy to destroy a part of the three-time conception. Since the ability has become tasteless to her, then Let her speak out, the initiative is still in her hands.
Mori Ogai was dumbfounded.
He thought about it a lot, for example, she was trapped by her past feelings, and she didn't want to be enemies with Nakaya-kun and Akutagawa-kun, and he also thought that this is just a kind of agreement that can be broken, and it sounds nice.
Regardless of the reason, he was indeed relieved a lot. For a while, he didn't have to worry about her attacking the port mafia.
I just didn't think about this level.
Mori Ogai raised his forehead, and laughed out of his throat: "Sill... has also grown into a person who makes people guess the meaning behind his actions."
Fukuzawa Yukichi corrected: "It's better to say that she put her intentions on the surface, and others don't believe it."
She is not a person who knows how to use intrigues, Fukuzawa Yukichi almost threw out this sentence.
Mori Ogai recalled the past.
Dazai-kun has two subordinates, Akutagawa-kun and Hill.Dazai-kun taught Akutagawa-kun to lure and not shoot, and a hit was sure to hit. Akutagawa-kun backhanded and ran to the Rashomon building where the fraudulent accounts were made and stabbed a group of people to death; Yu can't kill people, and can't do evil hands.
Afterwards, Dazai-kun is usually irritable, the kind that others can't see but hurts the internal organs.
Generally speaking, the former will scare the enemy, while the latter will miss the good opportunity, and they don't know how to do it. By mistake, Dazai Jun made up for it in the east and in the west, and the result is not that bad.
It's really interesting to think about it.
It was written all over Hill that he was incompatible with the mafia. The only time she used herself as a bait was to assassinate someone with a beauty trick.
It was also after that time that he discovered Mr. Dazai's hidden deep thoughts.
Now it seems that this mind has not changed.
After Hill had finished speaking to Mori Ogai through his mouth, Fukuzawa Yukichi went downstairs to pick up Edogawa Sansui home. Edogawa Sansui was in high spirits, holding the mahjong table and refused to leave.
"I won't go back! Miss Analysis, you are too much, you even sent me away when you asked me to come and play."
Hill sighed: "Mr. Ranpo, you are 26 years old this year, not six years old, and will soon be 27 years old. You can't stay up late."
The angry Edogawa ranpo's green eyes stopped squinting, and they were round like a cat. If Fukuzawa Yukichi hadn't grabbed the back of his fate's neck, he seemed to want to pounce on Hill to scratch his paw.
"Who said, I'm in good spirits and can continue to play."
Nonsense, the brain has been running at high speed for so long, can it not be excited?
Hill glanced at Moriarty, who was watching the excitement, and took it into consideration, with a painful expression on his face: "Mr. Ranpo, look at the professor."
Edogawa Ranpo reluctantly looked over, "What's wrong?"
"With Mr. Ranpo's reasoning ability, don't you know what I'm talking about?"
This time Edogawa Ranpo took a careful look at Moriarty, restrained his displeasure, as if Fukuzawa Yukichi had been attacked again solemnly.
"You mean..."
"Yes."
Edogawa Ranpo, who made a fuss to no avail, obediently left. Poe was stunned. Why couldn't he understand what Mr. Ranpo and Hill were talking about?They don't speak Japanese?
He wanted to ask a little bit, but he didn't know how to ask. Fortunately, the person concerned spoke up. The person concerned had a gentle voice and kind eyes. In one sentence, it could be summed up as Hill, did you say something bad about me?
Hill's eyes inadvertently passed over his infinitely rising hairline, and he smiled: "No."
Fyodor also saw her bright eyes, pursed his lips, and kept his smile from being too obvious. This feeling of not being targeted alone was really good.
Osamu Dazai was much more casual. He was trembling from laughing alone, and he was trembling with Hill, after all, he was hanging on Hill.
Moriarty: "..."
It's like tying this guy to a bomb|bomb and throwing it into Australia.
But she was also right that a shifting hairline was something that every British man felt, and after midnight, when the night had just started, they were going back to bed, and today's fun would give him a good night's sleep.
After two walks, Fyodor took the opportunity to propose to play chess. Hill looked at him for a while, his eyes flew behind him, and his expression was the same as when Osamu Dazai and Ranpo Edogawa were greeted before.
Two people sat down on one left and one right.
The one on the left scanned Hill from head to toe with critical eyes, and she didn't let go of her pendant, and said in a low voice, "Why are you messing with your ex?"
Hill raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Dazai is not an ex, and don't you see that he is weak?"
The man looked over, and Osamu Dazai, who was examining Oros, was very cooperative. His face was expressionless. He looked at Hill like a fool with a shrinking cerebellum.
"as long as you are happy."
Hill: "..."
I don't care about him.
When she turned her face away, she put on a happy smile, looking at the quiet woman, her eyes glowed, "I said that there will be a day when we will meet again."
"Well, I'm sure you look great with blonde hair."
That's what Hill said...
Osamu Dazai brushed aside Hill's blond hair to observe secretly, Oulos happened to be looking at him too, and the two couldn't help but look at each other for a while.
Hill didn't pay attention, she was introducing Fyodor.
"This is my elder brother and sister." They are no longer called second uncles in front of outsiders.
That is the surname Holmes.
Fyodor's head hurts, look at Sherlock, the latter's heterochromia iris causes the eyes to change in gray, blue, and gold with different light, unpredictable, very charming, look at Oros, her face Pale, it seems that he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and his temperament is elusive.
Neither of which fits well with the Sherlock Holmes brothers in the movie.
After all, neither Sherlock nor Mycroft has heterochromia, do they?Or there's another sex switch.
"You wonder what they're called," Hill said.
Fyodor pressed his temple, and said to her neither soft nor hard: "I can't call you brother and sister like you."
Hill didn't care, and pointed out to him who was who. Fyodor confirmed that he had never heard of the name Oros, and Hill smiled and said that he would understand after playing two games.
"Isn't it good to play chess?" Fyodor, who was targeted again, had a weak voice.
"Let me put it this way, you've heard of a person playing chess with himself, have you ever heard of playing mahjong with himself?"
Fyodor: "..."
you win.
This kind of brain game is very exhausting. You can count cards, and other people can do it too. The level is not low. Finding weaknesses from them is tantamount to breaking into hell mode. If everyone is like him, it will take a lot of time. In the middle of the night, my mind is nothing, but who knows Hill is playing wheel games.
Fyodor was already in poor health, anemic and weak, and when he went to the bathroom, he would faint when he stood up. Hill looked at it, thinking of the president who was infected by him, and thinking of Mr. Dazai, so he felt a little sympathy Heart is gone.
Edgar Allan Poe yawned, and the little raccoon fell asleep on his shoulders. At this time, he received a call from the boss. The boss' voice was incredible: "You haven't come back yet? How are you doing over there?"
Poe looked at Fyodor who was walking back staggeringly, with pity in his eyes: "After all, he bears everything by himself."
Francis: "???"
The author has something to say: [1] "Crime and Punishment"
At first, Fyodor thought so.
After a few laps, he changed his mind. Hill's level has not dropped at all, and the newcomer is not easy to be with.
Fyodor covered his mouth and coughed twice, tilted his head, and saw Moriarty who curled his mouth and hummed a little tune.
"Where are you holy?"
He didn't seem to have any intention of pretending, just tapped, the shyness and youthfulness were swept away, and turned into some kind of interest.
"Name, I'm James Moriarty."
It was said that Fyodor's pupils dilated and he coughed again, this time with a lot of force, making one wonder if he would cough out his lungs. Under the gazes of several people, he finally calmed down and said in a hoarse voice: " I thought it was a character's name."
Moriarty smiled, and he didn't seem surprised: "I think your name will surprise me, too."
As he wished, Fyodor uttered a long list of his full names.
Moriarty, who has experienced the baptism of "Mori Ogai" and "Chuya Nakahara", made a flamboyant voice, "Wow, what a recognizable name. When I ran into Hill in the library, she was reading your book."
Speaking of the second half of the sentence, he looked at Hill, and the latter said calmly; "I am a person who loves literature."
Moriarty recalled: "I remember every paragraph."
He said something in Russian, and this Napoleon of crime, no matter what language he spoke, had a soft voice that tickled people's hearts.
There are tears in their eyes, their faces are pale and haggard, but on their pale faces, there is the dawn of longing for the future, the dawn of a new life, love, let them get a new life[1].
"Literary Miss Hill, I can't believe you're embarrassing a great writer here."
Just as Fyodor told Moriarty that he was a character in their world, Moriarty was not shy about saying that Fyodor in another world was a writer.
Even the world revision cannot fool the few people with top intelligence, so no matter how shocking the truth is, they can accept it without changing their faces, and even with a smile on their faces.
Fyodor thought, Moriarty is here, Sherlock Holmes is not far away, don't forget Hill's last name.
He raised his head and looked right into Hill's gray eyes. The two looked at each other briefly, and Hill said, "Literature is literature, and the author is the author."
Moriarty: "Oh? You're always on the side of boring justice, I'm assuming he's a villain?" That's why you get targeted like that.
Hill shook his head: "I let you down."
He is also on the side of justice.
It's just one's own justice, and many people have to be sacrificed for one's own justice.
All the unfinished words are written in the depths of the eyes, which makes people feel a little moved in the bottom of their hearts.
The corners of Fyodor's lips curled up. This profiler really doesn't know what is the use of psychic powers. Isn't this one that can see through people's positions at once?
There were Mori Ogai and Nakahara Chuya standing upstairs, and Mori Ogai thought that there might be guests coming tonight, so he asked his subordinates to keep an eye on the door, and report any special visitors as soon as possible.
Obviously, Fukuzawa Yukichi is a special person.
Mori Ogai asked his subordinates to invite him up.
Fukuzawa Yukichi was still the third child, wearing a gray-green kimono with dark feathers, his hands tucked into his sleeves, Mori Ogai turned his back to him, and he heard his footsteps light and regular, and his breath was calm and long. Move it, it's amazing.
He stopped.
"Your Excellency Fukuzawa, you haven't been to this kind of place for a long time, have you?"
Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced down, "I'll take Luanbu back."
"Where are Hill and Dazai-kun? As the leaders of the organization, it's too obvious to be biased?"
"Hill asked me to come here."
"That's even more strange," Mori Ogai turned his head, with a meaningful smile, "Which one of you is the president? Is Your Excellency Fukuzawa a person who obeys his subordinates?"
Zhongyuan Zhong also changed his eyes slightly, feeling a little bit unbearable.
"Doctor Sen."
After many years, both of them became the leaders of the organization. Mori Ogai is still used to addressing you as His Excellency Fukuzawa, and Fukuzawa Yukichi is also used to calling him Doctor Mori.
"You forgot that I am familiar with military books. There is no need to speak out about such a simple quarrel."
Mori Ogai was not sure or denied, and his attitude couldn't be more calm: "My old friend reminds you, it's fine if you don't listen to it, if you can't control it in the future..."
He didn't say the latter words, and let people use their imagination to fill in by themselves.
"I don't need to control her," Fukuzawa Yukichi ignored, "They will perform their own duties."
All he can provide is the platform of the Armed Detective Agency, as well as the target policy. All the members of the agency have brains to make plans, and those who have the value of force to charge forward. He can be the first to advance towards the target. He didn't think there was anything about that little shortcoming.
Isn't it suicide everywhere, hooking up with female clients, going outside every day, not wanting to go to work for more than 30 days a month... Fukuzawa Yukichi is used to all kinds of things.
He remembered the first days when he was with Ranbu, when he was in trouble, it made him want to remove the cover of the sewer, walk there with him, and put the cover back in place after hearing the sound of falling water.
Compared to Ranpo and Dazai, Hill is much better. He works hard, never skips work, doesn't need him to recite, doesn't spend his money on snacks, and doesn't ask weird questions that make people want to poke themselves binaural.
Immortal subordinate, he only listened to Dr. Sen's instigation because his brain was filled with water.
"Your Excellency Fukuzawa is really a worry-free leader." Mori Ogai couldn't help but sigh.
Fukuzawa Yukichi: "It's my subordinates who are good enough." Only this incident can make his calm voice full of pride.
It's very heartbreaking, Sassen Ogai's heart.
Nakaya-kun, Akutagawa-kun, Momiji-kun, and Hirotsu-kun are of course good too, but none of them are intelligent enough to deal with Moriarty.Immediately afterwards, Mori Ogai discovered another heart-wrenching thing. Two of the three minds in the detective agency had flowed out from his port mafia, and one of them could solve his urgent needs.
Otherwise, digging corners?
Thinking of this, Mori Ogai turned his gaze to Nakahara Chuya again. The latter obviously didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two chiefs, and politely stepped back a little, but he was at a distance that could protect Mori Ogai in time.
Mori Ogai was about to speak, Fukuzawa Yukichi spoke in front of him: "Doctor Mori, do you know how Hill came to the detective agency?"
"Appreciate further details."
"Natsume-sensei gave her a letter of recommendation."
Just one sentence set off a storm in Mori Ogai's heart. As a student, he understood Natsume's wisdom better than anyone else. No, you can't say that, it's just the tip of the iceberg.
"Natsume-sensei seems to have foreseen that someone will destroy the stability of the Three Moment Concept, so I introduced her."
"It seems that her arrival has increased the weight of the detective agency, and the three-minute concept has become unbalanced again."
"That's why she stepped back to make you feel at ease."
She loves Yokohama so much, it is impossible for her to use the power of the phoenix to fight with that gravity user in Yokohama, and it is even more impossible to use telepathy to destroy a part of the three-time conception. Since the ability has become tasteless to her, then Let her speak out, the initiative is still in her hands.
Mori Ogai was dumbfounded.
He thought about it a lot, for example, she was trapped by her past feelings, and she didn't want to be enemies with Nakaya-kun and Akutagawa-kun, and he also thought that this is just a kind of agreement that can be broken, and it sounds nice.
Regardless of the reason, he was indeed relieved a lot. For a while, he didn't have to worry about her attacking the port mafia.
I just didn't think about this level.
Mori Ogai raised his forehead, and laughed out of his throat: "Sill... has also grown into a person who makes people guess the meaning behind his actions."
Fukuzawa Yukichi corrected: "It's better to say that she put her intentions on the surface, and others don't believe it."
She is not a person who knows how to use intrigues, Fukuzawa Yukichi almost threw out this sentence.
Mori Ogai recalled the past.
Dazai-kun has two subordinates, Akutagawa-kun and Hill.Dazai-kun taught Akutagawa-kun to lure and not shoot, and a hit was sure to hit. Akutagawa-kun backhanded and ran to the Rashomon building where the fraudulent accounts were made and stabbed a group of people to death; Yu can't kill people, and can't do evil hands.
Afterwards, Dazai-kun is usually irritable, the kind that others can't see but hurts the internal organs.
Generally speaking, the former will scare the enemy, while the latter will miss the good opportunity, and they don't know how to do it. By mistake, Dazai Jun made up for it in the east and in the west, and the result is not that bad.
It's really interesting to think about it.
It was written all over Hill that he was incompatible with the mafia. The only time she used herself as a bait was to assassinate someone with a beauty trick.
It was also after that time that he discovered Mr. Dazai's hidden deep thoughts.
Now it seems that this mind has not changed.
After Hill had finished speaking to Mori Ogai through his mouth, Fukuzawa Yukichi went downstairs to pick up Edogawa Sansui home. Edogawa Sansui was in high spirits, holding the mahjong table and refused to leave.
"I won't go back! Miss Analysis, you are too much, you even sent me away when you asked me to come and play."
Hill sighed: "Mr. Ranpo, you are 26 years old this year, not six years old, and will soon be 27 years old. You can't stay up late."
The angry Edogawa ranpo's green eyes stopped squinting, and they were round like a cat. If Fukuzawa Yukichi hadn't grabbed the back of his fate's neck, he seemed to want to pounce on Hill to scratch his paw.
"Who said, I'm in good spirits and can continue to play."
Nonsense, the brain has been running at high speed for so long, can it not be excited?
Hill glanced at Moriarty, who was watching the excitement, and took it into consideration, with a painful expression on his face: "Mr. Ranpo, look at the professor."
Edogawa Ranpo reluctantly looked over, "What's wrong?"
"With Mr. Ranpo's reasoning ability, don't you know what I'm talking about?"
This time Edogawa Ranpo took a careful look at Moriarty, restrained his displeasure, as if Fukuzawa Yukichi had been attacked again solemnly.
"You mean..."
"Yes."
Edogawa Ranpo, who made a fuss to no avail, obediently left. Poe was stunned. Why couldn't he understand what Mr. Ranpo and Hill were talking about?They don't speak Japanese?
He wanted to ask a little bit, but he didn't know how to ask. Fortunately, the person concerned spoke up. The person concerned had a gentle voice and kind eyes. In one sentence, it could be summed up as Hill, did you say something bad about me?
Hill's eyes inadvertently passed over his infinitely rising hairline, and he smiled: "No."
Fyodor also saw her bright eyes, pursed his lips, and kept his smile from being too obvious. This feeling of not being targeted alone was really good.
Osamu Dazai was much more casual. He was trembling from laughing alone, and he was trembling with Hill, after all, he was hanging on Hill.
Moriarty: "..."
It's like tying this guy to a bomb|bomb and throwing it into Australia.
But she was also right that a shifting hairline was something that every British man felt, and after midnight, when the night had just started, they were going back to bed, and today's fun would give him a good night's sleep.
After two walks, Fyodor took the opportunity to propose to play chess. Hill looked at him for a while, his eyes flew behind him, and his expression was the same as when Osamu Dazai and Ranpo Edogawa were greeted before.
Two people sat down on one left and one right.
The one on the left scanned Hill from head to toe with critical eyes, and she didn't let go of her pendant, and said in a low voice, "Why are you messing with your ex?"
Hill raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Dazai is not an ex, and don't you see that he is weak?"
The man looked over, and Osamu Dazai, who was examining Oros, was very cooperative. His face was expressionless. He looked at Hill like a fool with a shrinking cerebellum.
"as long as you are happy."
Hill: "..."
I don't care about him.
When she turned her face away, she put on a happy smile, looking at the quiet woman, her eyes glowed, "I said that there will be a day when we will meet again."
"Well, I'm sure you look great with blonde hair."
That's what Hill said...
Osamu Dazai brushed aside Hill's blond hair to observe secretly, Oulos happened to be looking at him too, and the two couldn't help but look at each other for a while.
Hill didn't pay attention, she was introducing Fyodor.
"This is my elder brother and sister." They are no longer called second uncles in front of outsiders.
That is the surname Holmes.
Fyodor's head hurts, look at Sherlock, the latter's heterochromia iris causes the eyes to change in gray, blue, and gold with different light, unpredictable, very charming, look at Oros, her face Pale, it seems that he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and his temperament is elusive.
Neither of which fits well with the Sherlock Holmes brothers in the movie.
After all, neither Sherlock nor Mycroft has heterochromia, do they?Or there's another sex switch.
"You wonder what they're called," Hill said.
Fyodor pressed his temple, and said to her neither soft nor hard: "I can't call you brother and sister like you."
Hill didn't care, and pointed out to him who was who. Fyodor confirmed that he had never heard of the name Oros, and Hill smiled and said that he would understand after playing two games.
"Isn't it good to play chess?" Fyodor, who was targeted again, had a weak voice.
"Let me put it this way, you've heard of a person playing chess with himself, have you ever heard of playing mahjong with himself?"
Fyodor: "..."
you win.
This kind of brain game is very exhausting. You can count cards, and other people can do it too. The level is not low. Finding weaknesses from them is tantamount to breaking into hell mode. If everyone is like him, it will take a lot of time. In the middle of the night, my mind is nothing, but who knows Hill is playing wheel games.
Fyodor was already in poor health, anemic and weak, and when he went to the bathroom, he would faint when he stood up. Hill looked at it, thinking of the president who was infected by him, and thinking of Mr. Dazai, so he felt a little sympathy Heart is gone.
Edgar Allan Poe yawned, and the little raccoon fell asleep on his shoulders. At this time, he received a call from the boss. The boss' voice was incredible: "You haven't come back yet? How are you doing over there?"
Poe looked at Fyodor who was walking back staggeringly, with pity in his eyes: "After all, he bears everything by himself."
Francis: "???"
The author has something to say: [1] "Crime and Punishment"
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