get out of my yokohama

Hill glanced at the phone, it was three o'clock in the morning, she pushed the cards in front of her, and the crisp sound woke up Edgar Allan Poe who was dozing while holding a pen, he rubbed his eyes, moved his stiff legs, he felt I don't want to hear about mahjong in my life.

The same is probably true of this well-meaning Russian.

"That's it for today."

It is simply the sound of nature.

Fyodor leaned back slowly, closed his dry eyes, and said lightly: "You...you really know how to torture people."

Hill played with a red card: "I didn't ask you, you can leave anytime."

Fyodor: "When I went out, I happened to bump into the Supernatural Secret Service? I might as well sit here and get some information."

Hill smiled: "You don't need to pretend to be confused in front of me for the result you asked for yourself."

After this person got the information from her, he must still go to the Supernatural Secret Service Section, as if she told the Supernatural Secret Service Section to catch him, not in the right way.

She gathered the chips in front of her: "Your bank account and password."

The money was agreed to be returned to Francis, though Poe was of little help.

Fyodor didn't say much, just gave it.

There is no winner or loser in this kind of game, what is divided is the advantages and disadvantages, one trades off the other, after one round, she tortures him to vent his anger on Fukuzawa Yukichi and Dazai Osamu, and he also gets the information he wants, so it is not a disadvantage. In the long run, this is not the outcome.

The timing of Ango Sakaguchi's arrival was just right. Not long after Hill finished speaking, he came in with fully armed special forces. Osamu Dazai woke up in time. After sweeping his weak appearance after the operation, his pupils were dark, and he looked at the young special agent. Senior officer, I don't know what you are thinking.

The port mafia intends to purge people, and there are only a few people in the huge "chess room", but they are all extraordinary. Under the common attention of the three Holmes brothers and sisters, Fyodor, Poe and Osamu Dazai, Ango Sakaguchi suddenly has a feeling He shouldn't be here, weird idea that he should be under the car.

With business ahead, he suppressed his inexplicable thoughts and said in a business-like tone: "Dazai, can you leave this place to us?"

"Of course," Osamu Dazai stood up, moving freely and smoothly, as if he was not injured, "As you can see, the man behind the attempt to [co-phagate] Yokohama into chaos was arrested in the territory of the port mafia, and our detective agency assisted , the combination provides information.”

In the end, the Supernatural Secret Service Section took him back to be imprisoned, and the credit was clearly divided, as if Fyodor was a big cake. Fyodor who was "caked" looked at Osamu Dazai who was negotiating, and then looked at Hill , said softly: "The cooperation is really beautiful."

Hill was originally looking at Osamu Dazai, with a little surprise in her gray eyes. After a while, she told herself that Mr. Dazai was so witty, and he must have seen through her plan. Maybe he has survived his illness until now just to confuse Ango Sakaguchi.

No, since Francis, Mr. Dazai has been planning these things. Whether it is the port mafia or the detective agency, they all have the strength to defeat the combination independently. The reason why they didn't do that is because they don't want to be too public. Cooperation and mutual checks and balances are the best solution .

It turns out that she always thought that Mr. Dazai was cultivating the next generation before he was committed to the formation of Aton and Akutagawa, but she didn't expect that there was such a meaning. Mr. Dazai is really far-sighted and has a long-term vision.

After hearing his words after playing a wave of Osamu Dazai every day, she also said softly: "In our detective agency, it is good that only Mr. Ranpo is famous."

In front of the officials, pretend at the right time to make them think that although the detective agency is strong, it is still in control. What's more, this Mr. Sakaguchi is an intelligence record madman. Who knows if he will be caught by him if he tells the truth today Write it down word by word, save it, and cause unnecessary trouble if someone with deep suspicion sees it in the future.

She was thinking of sending Fyodor to the door, and Sherlock and Oulos also stood up, walking behind the Ability Secret Service Section. She whispered to Oulos next to her, "When is your plane?"

"Four hours and seventeen minutes later."

I don't know how she understood it, and asked in surprise: "Macrof is here too?"

"Ah."

Four hours, it’s not very good to stay in the clubhouse, and the place to go back to the dormitory is too small. Although there are places like coffee shops that are open all night at this time, it seems a bit far away. The map of Yokohama is unfolded in the memory palace deep in the brain. All suitable places are marked on the map, and none of them are so suitable.

Poe looked at her for a while, and said that he had found a house for Hill before, and it was still under his name, but he had never lived in it, so she could give her the key now.

Although during the online chat, she said that she would move out of the dormitory when she was rich, but looking at the guy who was full of little raccoons and Mr. Ranbu, Hill looked hesitantly: "You did it?"

"...Master Francis asked me to do it."

This logic is smooth, Francis looks very incomprehensible, but he is very smooth in doing practical things, she wants to make friends, he wants to win, and they hit it off.

Hill thanked him, and said that he would call him the money the day after tomorrow. Poe wanted to say something else, and when he walked to the door, there was a transport vehicle of the Supernatural Secret Service Parked on the quiet street, and two more vehicles not far away. One after the other came over, the sound of the door opening stopped his words.

Ango Sakaguchi naturally knew these two cars, and he could think of who was sitting in the first one, but this second car... Poe took a peek at the three Sherlock Holmes brothers and sisters beside him, and found that apart from Oluos, the other two had expressions on their faces. very consistent.

His eyes were cold, as if he didn't care about anyone getting on and off the car, and he looked carefully at his body language, which was full of resistance.

Chief Tantian was wearing a simple and simple kimono, which was very country-style, but it was in stark contrast to the man who got out of the car behind him. He wore a three-piece suit meticulously, and his every move was elegant and luxurious.

"For things like arresting people, just make a phone call. Why do you need to go there?" He simply cut his bald head. On the other hand, he also pays attention to the quality of sleep. The work is handed over to Ango to work overtime. However, the head of MI[-] flew to Yokohama secretly. Ango couldn't handle it, so he got out of bed and talked with this British gentlemen who are full of extravagance have been around until now.

Mycroft wore a British smile: "My uneasy siblings are all here, I won't come here in person, I'm afraid they won't want to go back."

Uneasy younger siblings: "..."

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The chief farmer glanced at this side, and he didn't say anything when he glanced at Sherlock and Oulos. When he saw Hill's eyes froze, he was a little unexpected and expected, and said: "President Fukuzawa I have read her information, and I should have guessed her last name as early as I saw it."

Mycroft: "It's not too late."

Chief Tantian was not sure what he meant. From Yokohama's point of view, he didn't want the detective agency to lose an outstanding and powerful supernatural person, but he wouldn't let him go at the national level.

This person is the head of his own secret service just like him, but there are differences. He also represents the British government to a certain extent. To be honest, if he stays another day, the Prime Minister should come to receive him in person, otherwise it is really neglectful. .

While talking about diplomacy, Hill turned his head and saw Osamu Dazai with his back to her, watching the car where Fyodor was imprisoned disappearing into the darkness, there were few lights on the street, and the dark night almost engulfed his figure .

Hill thought for a moment, then patted Poe on the shoulder. She couldn't see his eyes because they were covered by black hair, but she could feel him tilting his head in her direction, and Poe moved closer , asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to send him back to the hospital?"

"Ah."

"I don't care." Anyway, he doesn't want to sleep anymore, he can make up for it all day tomorrow, and it's not like he hasn't never had to rush all night. He can still bear it, "I don't know if Mr. Dazai is willing or not."

Hill didn't think much, she stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Dazai, do you want to go back first... are you okay?"

As soon as he turned around, the car light hit his face, and he looked extremely pale. He didn't answer, but asked instead: "Sill, will you go?"

Walk?Why should I go?

Hill completely missed the point.

"If you continue to be stupid, he will bleed to death."

Sherlock's deep and cold voice sounded behind him. Before Hill had time to react, the shadow in front of him fell down. Hill subconsciously reached out to pick him up, but the weight did not overwhelm him. The fainted Osamu Dazai was helped by the disgusted Sherlock. Living.

Combined with what he said just now, Hill stretched out his hand and gently touched Osamu Dazai's abdomen. There was a wet feeling on his fingers. Did the wound burst?

Sherlock's tone was unbelievable, and she couldn't believe she only realized now: "Is your mind full of macaroni?"

Oulos frowned: "Xiali, don't say a few words, did you go out to eat explosives?"

Poe: "Come with me."

Afraid of this situation, he asked a private doctor to be on call at any time.

After Francis cheered up, in just half a month, the business empire reappeared in its infancy, and there were many developed properties on hand, which he bought from other people's routines while buying a pressure cooker at a reduced price. It is good to use it for employees , Be a human being, it's all right.

The flat floor, the twelfth floor, is lit on three sides, the north and south are transparent, the furniture is complete, and the water and electricity have been connected. Once the world merges, she must be able to afford it, and it is just a matter of transferring the ownership.

After the private doctor entered the room, Hill sat on the sofa alone and thought about something. At this moment, Sherlock closed his eyes and meditated, and suddenly said, "A cup of coffee, two sugars, thank you."

Hill: "Go pour it yourself, thank you."

He opened his eyes: "I just can't understand what's going on in the mind of a person who falls twice in the same pit."

Hill: "You want to know, you drop a try."

Mycroft stopped them in a slow voice: "So far, do you want Mr. Poe to see a joke?"

Sherlock and Hill subconsciously looked at Edgar Allan Poe, who had a little raccoon on his head and was fidgeting among a bunch of unfriendly Sherlock Holmes. If it weren't for the unkindness of leaving the doctor here, he would have run away.

Fortunately, the doctor also came out and said that he had re-bandaged and applied the medicine, and the problem was not serious, but if the patient continued like this, the problem would be serious. He lost a lot of blood, so he mainly stayed in bed after the operation, rather than staying up late. Also ran outside to enjoy the sea breeze.

Hill sent people to the door, the doctor went out first, Poe was changing shoes, and the living room opened fire again.

"Is the whole Commonwealth not enough for you to worry about? Let me give you a piece of advice, leave me alone."

"If it wasn't for my younger brothers and sisters not being where they should be, I wouldn't be here late at night."

"Forget it, Mycroft, stop satisfying your desire to control from me."

After hearing just a few sentences, Edgar Allan Poe couldn't help shivering, and said to Hill's eyes, "Your Sherlock Holmes family is really a family that loves each other."

Hill was silent for a moment, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Yes."