get out of my yokohama

Not to mention what happened outside that broke the three views and shocked the whole family. When Hill woke up, she felt weak and groggy. She felt the strangeness in the room and made her sit up suddenly. She thought about where she was lying here for a second. go back.

He reached for the pillow and touched the space.

Hill clearly remembered where the phone was placed. Someone came in and touched her phone, and after looking through it, she saw a call log, which was Eri.

She was worried about work, and Hill didn't lie down anymore. He went out with a dizzy head, followed the scent to the kitchen, and through the clear and white glass door, he could see the person who was stepping on a small bench making fried tofu hot pot. Jinghua, next to Yasha Baixue was holding the dish for tasting, Jinghua took it and tasted it, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

The aroma passed through the gap to arouse her gluttons, and her empty stomach was rumbling, making her more energetic, Hill opened the glass door.

"Does it taste bad?"

Quan Jinghua was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "I always feel that something is missing."

Apparently the cooking utensils and seasonings in the kitchen are all from Hill’s dormitory. The two children brought them here for cooking. Well, even the casserole is very familiar. Hill also took a small saucer and filled a spoonful to taste it. , saying "I feel fine."

Quan Jinghua said seriously, "It's not about the soup, it's about fried tofu, which is not as good as yours."

Hill tasted another deep-fried tofu and tasted, "Did you buy the rice cakes wrapped in deep-fried tofu?"

She nodded.

"I made it with glutinous rice flour and warm water, maybe that's the difference, but it's also delicious."

The two, one big and one small, discussed fried tofu hot pot for a while. Such a scene made Atsushi Nakajima stop in front of the glass door, feeling an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

He grew up in an orphanage and never had any female elders around him, so he likes Miss Hill who is reliable in major matters and who can take care of others in life, not to mention that there are mirror flowers in this picture...

Knowing from Kyung-hwa that Eri didn't seek her for work, Hill glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw A-Dun outside the door. He also noticed Hill's gaze, and walked over awake.

"It's delicious." He first praised Jinghua's fried tofu hot pot, then turned his gaze to Hill, "Miss Hill, are you resting well?"

"Well, I've worked hard for you today, Mr. Dazai, how are you?"

"I'm still sleeping with the infusion."

Izumi Kyoka asked her to wash up to refresh her mind, and asked Atsushi Nakajima to prepare to wake up Osamu Dazai. It was time to eat later. She specially prepared light, nutritious, traditional and healthy red bean porridge for the patient, which can be said to be very hardworking.

"...I think Kyoka is aiming at me," Dazai Osamu said plausibly after eating a mouthful of red bean porridge, "Why don't you guys eat hot pot and I'll drink porridge alone?"

He was injured, and it was good to eat light food. He said something that was obviously normal, as if it was a book of Les Miserables, as miserable as it could be. Coincidentally, as soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful figure appeared at the door.

"I heard someone calling me." The cold voice coupled with the standard prefix action of drawing a knife with the right hand stretched behind the back, the effect is outstanding.

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently, and Atsushi Nakajima quickly smoothed things over, "No, no, Kyoka, you misheard."

"Is that so?" Jinghua didn't pursue it, she said lightly, went out to eat and left.

Atsushi Nakajima watched her figure disappear in front of the door, turned his head and said to Mr. Dazai, and was suddenly stunned. For some reason, seeing Mr. Dazai sitting alone on the bed with his head down drinking porridge, he felt lonely and could not bear it. .

So here comes the problem.

Why not use the dining table outside, and three people eat around a small computer table?

"This isn't..." Hill pointed at the computer desk and hesitated to speak. There is no desk in the dormitory other than the dining table. This is a folding computer desk she sells.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't understand what she meant. He placed the three cushions and answered with a smile, "Miss Hill will move here in the future, right? We brought some small items along with us when we got the seasoning."

Quan Jinghua came in with a casserole, noticed that she was full of question marks, and said softly, "He said eating together is fun."

"..."

So it's like this, you're taking care of Mr. Dazai, right?Adon is such a considerate kid.

Sitting on the bed, Osamu Dazai looked at the fragrant and steaming fried tofu hot pot, and suddenly felt that the red bean porridge in his hand was no longer fragrant. Not only Kyoka was targeting him, but even Dunjun was targeting him, it was too difficult for him.

Hill usually doesn't talk when eating, but Izumi Kyoka and Atsushi Nakajima occasionally chat about something, she eats slowly, feeling that there is something missing in the voice, she puts down the bowl and chopsticks, and looks back at Osamu Dazai.

"anything else?"

Osamu Dazai's bowl was empty, and he was staring at her in a daze. Unexpectedly, when she turned her head suddenly, she was startled for a moment, the corners of her mouth raised up, and her eyes were filled with light.

"Well, more."

Hill went to serve him a bowl. When he took it, his fingers seemed to touch her fingers inadvertently, and he quietly raised his eyes to observe her reaction. As expected, she had no reaction.

A faint sense of loss flashed across my heart, but compared to the initial sadness, unwillingness, anger, and grievance, this loss was simply negligible. On the road to conquering my sweetheart, even a progress bar of [-]% was enough encourage him.

Till the end of the meal, there were little flowers floating on his body.

After dinner, Hill went to wash the dishes, and the phone rang uncomfortably and lonely. Atsushi Nakajima brought it in. He came to wash the dishes, and Hill went to work. She wiped her hands and went out to answer the phone, this time it was Xiaolan's.

She heard from her mother that Hill stayed up late to practice immortality, and made up for sleep during the day, worrying about her health. It was late at night, thinking that she might wake up, so she called to see her.

"I'm fine. By the way, did you have fun in Yokohama?" She was from Yokohama, and her tone of voice was a bit of a master.

"It's a good thing you didn't come. There was a shooting at the hotel, and the city police haven't arrived yet. Everyone is in a panic." Mao Lilan didn't think about it that much. What she thought was that Hill was a cultivator, and it would be even more tiring if he didn't worry about the case. up.

Hill "..."

The smile gradually disappeared.

"Shooting incident? What's the current situation?"

"Ah, don't worry, mom and dad have stabilized the situation, and Ms. Akiko and Mr. Ranpo from the detective agency are also there," she paused for a moment, before she asked, "Do you have a relative named Sherlock?"

"..." Hill took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his emotions. "My brother, Sherlock Holmes, consult the detective. Please bear with me if there is any impoliteness."

"..." So proficient that it makes people feel distressed, Mao Lilan was silent for a moment, "I think this sentence would be more appropriate to say to Mr. Ranbu?"

"Then I won't say it," Hill replied immediately, "I can imagine that Mr. Ranpo should be rude too." These two irritating skills are right and wrong.

"……you're right."

On the outside, they are all well-known and respected big detectives. When they meet together, they both lose their wits, and the kindergarten quarrel makes people unbearable to look directly at.

Hill hung up the phone and sent a message to Sherlock and Edogawa Ranpo each.

Can you do it? ——hh.

The responses of the two were also consistent.

You are not allowed to come!

Hill looked at the messages that came before and after and laughed, she didn't want to go, she still had a lot of things to do, no, it just came.

It was her rich former boss.

Her boss looks like a cynical playboy on the outside, but inside he is wise, cautious, and suspicious. Gotham is to him what Yokohama is to her. The worldview merges. Gotham will inevitably have more supernatural beings, and he also has a headache. Bar.

On the other side, after finishing a bottle of intravenous drip, Atsushi Nakajima quickly pulled out the needle according to the doctor's instructions and pressed to stop the bleeding. Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his eyelids and asked, "Where's Hill?"

"Miss Hill is on the phone," Nakajima said.

"It's a man." Quan Jinghua added.

Dazai Osamu covered his chest that seemed to have been shot by an arrow, and said exaggeratedly, "Kyoka, did I offend you?"

"No, no," she said lightly, "it's just a reminder."

Just to repay her for his enlightenment when she was discouraged and stayed in the drone waiting to die.

After finishing the call with Bruce, Hill called Francis again and agreed on one thing, followed by Poe. She first called him a large sum of money, and then urged him to make an update.

Poe didn't reply, but Hill sent another one—don't pretend you didn't see it, I know you're there.

Edgar Allan Poe "..."

Hill finished urging, put away his phone contentedly, walked to Mr. Dazai's door, and asked Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka Izumi, "Are you staying here tonight or..."

"Let's go back!"

Before Hill finished speaking, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't wait to answer. With such a meek character, he rushed away with Jinghua after Hill finished asking, for fear that Hill would keep them.

Hill "..."

You don't have to.

But there were only the two of them left, and it would be convenient for some conversations, Hill closed the door behind his back, and walked towards him, Dazai Osamu's heart beat twice, waiting for her to speak.

"The behavior of Oulos before... I'm sorry." Comparing a gun to a person's head is not a joke at all. If she hadn't passed by, the result is unknown.

Osamu Dazai looked up at her and asked, "Does Hill know why she did this?"

This……

It can be seen from Oulos killing Sherlock's childhood playmate, Redbeard, that she doesn't like others getting close to her things. Hill knew that Mr. Dazai did nothing wrong this time. She explained to Oulos that Oulos didn't Listen, how should I tell Dazai-san now?

"She thought I was going to take you away, didn't she?"

As soon as he finished the first half of the sentence, Hill showed a little surprised expression, remembering that the person in front of him was Mr. Dazai, and took it for granted—as expected of Mr. Dazai, he guessed Oulos's mind so accurately.

Then she heard the second half of his sentence.

"What if I say she's right?"

Ok?

Ok? ? ?

Hill frowned, "Mr. Dazai, are you joking?"

Osamu Dazai did smile, like he was tired, like he was helpless, and they blended together into some kind of worrying expression.

"Whether it is in the past or now, you will believe what I say, even if I say that the sun rises from the west, you will believe it, and then wonder if there are other meanings behind it."

"Why only this time, don't you believe me?"