get out of my yokohama

The time was pushed back to half an hour ago.

The Japanese habit is to change shoes when entering the house. None of the three of them had this habit. Poe, who was preparing the house, was an American, so naturally he did not, so they all wore their own shoes.

Oulos put his boots in front of the sofa, stepped on the cotton socks and touched the floor with almost no sound. He floated out of the living room like a ghost, came to a beige door, and pressed the doorknob.

The room was very dark, the curtains were drawn, and the moonlight could not penetrate. Eyes adapted to the darkness could see the cabinet, the door of the bathroom, the infusion stand, the bed, and the bulging human body shape of the quilt.

She did everything gently, opened the door, closed the door, walked to the window, and opened the curtains like flowers and leaves, and the moonlight shone on her face that had not seen the sun for a long time.

"I think you and I are completely different people, but the only thing in common," she paused, "hate each other."

Osamu Dazai, who was sleeping originally, opened his eyes, and the depths of his eyes were sober and calm, "Isn't it appropriate for a thief to be arrogant in front of the owner?"

Oluos turned around, his eyes reflected Dazai Osamu who was sitting upright slowly but didn't look embarrassed.

"Do you know what I did?" she asked.

"Mental manipulation." Osamu Dazai met the poor priest who was brainwashed by Fyodor through some channels. He didn't even know his own name, and the only thing he could do was to obey Fyodor's orders.

He wanted her to change Hill's love interest from him to Oros in the same way.

"Don't you think this is a very shameful thing? You see, Hill has always known what I did. She called me sister, and she thanked me for letting her out of a stupid and childish obsession."

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Since we hate each other so much, why bother to say something insignificant?"

"But you've already said that, I can't explain it without saying something... Ah, there it is."

The hand that was infused with the infusion made a false grip and lightly tapped the palm, the movement was childish and lively, but the words were extremely sharp.

"Hill's initial feelings for you all came from me. Where did you get your sense of superiority?" He followed her example and paused, using her tone to annoy her, "Oulos... sister?"

In contrast, although the outside is also attacking each other, no matter how you look at it, it's brother and sister bickering, but inside, there are swords and swords piercing into the heart, and they are very accurate.

Oluos was able to resist, but Osamu Dazai was injured, the wound started to hurt, his body was trembling slightly, that's all, remembering that Oluos would definitely trouble him and not fall asleep, his perseverance was amazing.

She didn't speak for a moment.

This Osamu Dazai was somewhat different from what she thought.

By spending time with Hill, she was able to picture who this person was in the memory palace, and nothing else, which definitely had nothing to do with perseverance.

He may be a monster of wisdom, omnipotent in the eyes of others, but he is also a complete coward. When he sees that something may hurt him, he has no courage to pursue it. The difficult and dangerous road will never be set foot on.

He only pays attention to the result, never enjoys the process, and nothing is meaningful to him.

All in all, a poor man.

The two of them were walking on the road, hating each other, just ignoring her, and even got into a fight with her face to face.

You must know that if he wants to snatch Hill back now, he must not only win a heart that cannot be loved by men and women, but also win the approval of the Holmes family.

Knowing this, are you still holding on?

"Did you find that I am different from what you imagined?" He bent his eyes, as frankly as if he was standing in front of Fyodor to inquire about information, and he looked innocuous.

"You know I want to shoot you down?"

"Well," Osamu Dazai nodded seriously, "You also know that I want to use all the torture methods in the world on you, right?"

"Sounds so vicious." She said viciously, but she shrugged her shoulders indifferently, approached the bed, and took out a gun from the bedside table.

It was assigned to Osamu Dazai by the detective agency, and Hill kept it in there before the doctor examined him.

"About me, what do you know?" Oulos sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head to eject the clip, saw that there was something else, pushed it back, and opened the safety.

The sound is dangerous enough to be creepy.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to notice it, and said with a relaxed smile: "You are a poor man, so poor that you became a robber, and you will not tolerate anyone coveting your jewelry."

As soon as the words fell, the muzzle of the gun was pressed between his eyebrows, and Oulos raised the corner of his lips: "It's so easy to talk to you, I don't need to slow down."

Osamu Dazai: "Your purpose is not to point a gun at me."

"At this moment, Hill thought I was sitting in the living room. A coat and a pair of boots matched the light and shadow, making use of the blind spot of vision, and Mycroft also helped a little." The eyes staring at him were full of Treacherous, seeing him finally showed a little surprise.

Oulos told Hill to come in to see and Oulos sneaked in without telling her.

The former is Oulos' invisible promise to Hill that she will not hurt Osamu Dazai, and the latter is that she will definitely do something.

This was probably the moment he was closest to death, and he clearly recognized this.

Dreamed of death.

Why are you not happy at all?

His pot of warm water hasn't cooked Hill yet.

The door opened suddenly, and the timing was perfect.

Hill stood at the door with a rather helpless tone: "Oluos."

Oulos: "I shot."

Hill still stood at the door, feeling even more helpless, "Don't do this, I have no way to explain to the president."

"So, the reason why you don't want him to die is that you can't explain to others?"

"He's my colleague."

Orlos lowered his gun.

As expected by Mycroft, the youngest sister would give Oulos whatever she wanted. At the beginning, she just showed a little intention of proving her ability, and Oulos insisted on pushing people into Downing Street.

It can't be a secret agent job, it has to be an aboveboard one, and I don't even think about how difficult it is for a person with a damaged appearance.

There was still some time before boarding the plane, and they each took a rest. Although they hadn't seen each other for three years, the Holmes family didn't get together to hold candlelight nights, talk, hug each other and cry.

Seeing that my family members are all well, I can face life calmly.Then you can rest assured that it's not like you don't have something to do.

On the other hand, Oulos did not take a break, and had a conversation with Hill alone in the room.

It was not a reunion in that bustling and bright clubhouse, but now it was only the two of them left without being disturbed, it was a reunion.

"I'm sorry, you let me do whatever I want, but I keep stopping you."

"Did I ever tell you that I like it when you stop me?"

Hill smiled: "Is there such a thing?"

"Promise me one thing."

"You said."

"Don't think of me as a god."

Hill was taken aback, not understanding her meaning for a while, she stepped forward and reached out to hug her.

"You have no idea how much I miss you."

Hill hugged her back.

Me too, miss you very much.

Hill wanted to see them off, and before going out, he went to see Osamu Dazai. He was buried under the blanket with only a slight gap. She touched his forehead and left without feeling any heat.

Mycroft’s private plane was parked at the special airport of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. They separated when they came, and it was the same when they went back. Sherlock went to the airport, Oulos entered the plane under special supervision, and Mycroft was dealing with supernatural powers. Secret Service Executive Team.

"What are you looking at?"

Mycroft came over and stood beside her, looking in the same direction as her.

The wind at the airport was very strong, and Hill pushed back the hair on his face and said, "How long do you plan to lock her up?"

Mycroft: "She still can't tell the line between play and harm."

"I don't think you've come to say goodbye to me."

"Actually, I have a job recommendation for you."

Hill glanced at him: "Sure enough, there is another purpose."

The two brothers and sisters were talking, others were far away, and the wind blew away their words. Hill's eyes flickered when he heard it: "I have an acquaintance, he can help with this."

"Is it reliable?"

"You know I never talk nonsense."

Mycroft was noncommittal and took two steps in the direction of the plane. Hill knew he still had something to say, so he didn't leave his eyes.

"Keep in touch and report at any time. I don't want to miss your call again."

"It's out of my control."

"Hill."

"Ok?"

"Every day I lose you, my heart hurts like a knife."

He was like a thug with a bomb in his pocket, and he walked away casually. Liu Xier was burnt and tender, and returned to the dormitory in a daze. Back to the house that hasn't been transferred yet.

It was so shocking that she sent a text message despite Sherlock being on the plane.

He told me that every day he loses me is like a pain in the ass. ——hh.

Within half a minute, a message popped up.

He also told me that losing me would break his heart. ——sh.

Are you showing off something?No, wait, why did he still receive the message.

Are you still in Yokohama? ? ——hh.

Yes. ——sh.

Hill turned off the screen and rubbed his heart. Sherlock thinks that McCoff is not bald enough. No, Moriarty and Sherlock are in Yokohama. She should be bald.

No, she can't be bald.

She sent two messages, one was the address, asking Aden to come over and take care of Mr. Dazai, so that someone should be there when the doctor came to change the infusion bottle, and the other was for Mr. Ranpo.

Both those who snatch business and those who ruin the scene are here!

After a busy day and night, too many things happened. She didn't want to be bald, so she would go to sleep. Hill took off his makeup and lay down on the long-lost bed. The last thing he realized before going to bed was that the bed was indeed much more comfortable than tatami mats.

Today is a rest day. Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka arrived together, and got the key from under the carpet to open the door. Both of them knew that someone was resting, and they moved lightly.

The doctor knocked on the door, and Atsushi Nakajima ran over to open the door. Hill's cell phone rang, and Quan Jinghua ran over to press it. He went out to answer the call only to see that Hill hadn't woken up.

The person on the other side was a little wary when he heard that Hill was answering the phone, and he didn't get back to normal until Quan Jinghua said that Hill was working overtime and resting, and that she was Hill's colleague.

That person called himself Consort Eri, and brought his family to Yokohama on vacation, and he also wanted to invite Hill and Akiko Yosano to be with him.

As it is now, Hill can't go, ask Akiko.

Fei Yingli took the phone away from her ear, and when she looked up, she saw Mori Kogoro's stinky face and Conan's smiling face. She was busy with work and rarely took time out with her daughter, so her daughter arranged for this guy to meet her in Yokohama.

Really...

Kogoro's chances of encountering a murder case have skyrocketed recently, don't let anything happen again.