The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

"Ma'am, what's the matter?" The maid sleeping in the cupboard heard the noise outside and knocked lightly on the door.

"It's okay, it was just a dream."

Mrs. Tomoko lifted the quilt and got up, and walked outside in only her unlined clothes.

The maid hurriedly followed with her cloak.

The moonlight was slightly cool, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in a soft silvery white.The pear trees in the courtyard rustled in the wind.

Mrs. Tomoko sat on the promenade, looking at the swing under the tree.

She dreamed of the child, as young and bright as she had left.

"Xiaoyu, do you still remember? When the swing was first set up, that child was unwilling to play no matter what."

"At night, I will secretly go to sit on it for a while."

The maid sincerely apologized: "Ma'am, sister Xiaoyu has passed away for three years."

The smile on the corner of Mrs. Tomoko's mouth stopped, and she sighed, "Even Xiaoyu has been away for three years."

She is not young anymore, her hair is as silvery as the moonlight, and the years have left countless traces on her face, but her beauty is still the same.

"Are you... Ah He?"

"Yes." Ah He was about to lie down on the ground with his whole body.

Mrs. Tomoko looked at the full moon in the sky. It was autumn and the night was long. She seemed to be unable to bear this boring and dark time.

"Ahe, go to the greenhouse and get some flowers."

The bouquet was placed on the swing.

Mrs. Tomoko stood up straight and looked at the flower.

"Ahe, how old is Konoha this year?"

"Return to Madam, Konoha is 55 years old."

"Konoha's 55 years? It's been so long." Mrs. Tomoko looked at the swing with nostalgic eyes.

When Konoha was not established, the child was still a pink and tender little dumpling, a little thin, with dark eyes, and was hugged by her on the swing at a loss.

The long knife on her back was taller than herself, leaving a long mark on the ground when she was swinging.

Even so, she was unwilling to untie the knife.

Later, the noodle gradually grew up, she was still very thin, her eyes were dark and stubborn, she was taller than a knife, and her toes could touch the ground when she was sitting on a swing.

Mrs. Tomoko watched her sitting on the swing, growing from a young child to a young girl, and then into this bouquet of flowers.

The early morning fog made her hair a little damp, and a waiter came to report.

"Ma'am, please see Chief Uchiha Fugaku."

Mrs. Zhizi moved her stiff fingers, and said lightly: "Please come back."

she was

Knows what Fuyue wants to do, but she is old and tired.

I don't want to be involved in these disputes anymore.

Whoever likes to be Hokage, let him be.

·

Yokohama, the winter sky is chilly.

Uchiha Wansora was repairing a swing in the yard, and Miki squatted aside and handed her a small hammer.

Hammering the last nail into the wood, Uchiha Wansora reached out and pressed the swing.

"Okay, do you want to try Meiji?"

"Uh-huh!"

Uchiha Wansora just put Miki on the swing when he was startled by the black Dazai squatting next to him.

"Hey? You're back? It's very early today." Uchiha Wansora looked up at the sky, which was a misty gray-white with a biting chill.

Osamu Dazai rubbed the soft blue scarf around his neck, took out a bag of bread from his coat and shook it at her.

"Because Uncle Bread is closing the shop early today, I had no choice but to come back to deliver bread to you first, but I saw you two secretly playing behind my back."

Now when he got off work, he would drop by the bakery with a croissant, not many, just one a day.

Uchiha Wansora felt that it was not enough to eat every time.

Uchiha Wansora smiled and said, "Then you want me to carry you up to play?"

Osamu Dazai curled his lips, "Do you treat me like a three-year-old?"

Miki sat on the swing and swayed her feet, and the swing also swayed with her movements.

"You look like you really want to sit down."

Osamu Dazai was pinched by Uchiha Wanzo, and he was forcibly picked up from the ground.

"Try it!"

Miki moved her buttocks, leaving half a seat for him.

"Who said I'm going to play, Kong-chan let me go." Osamu Dazai struggled.

Struggling to no avail, she was forcibly pressed on a swing.

"Who wants to play with such children's things!"

His back was pushed slightly, the swing swayed, and the cold wind brushed his cheeks. He shook his legs and muttered: "Really, if people see it, where should I put the face of the mafia cadre candidate?" ?”

Uchiha Wansora said casually, "Take a kitchen knife."

"Huh? A kitchen knife?" Osamu Dazai gave a "cut", "Even the lowest-level members of the Mafia don't know how to use a kitchen knife now."

"No, no." Uchiha Wansora shook his finger and said, "I mean, you can cut wires with a kitchen knife, sparks and lightning all the way, cool."

As she said that, she gave Osamu Dazai a thumbs up.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The days seem to be the same, the only thing that has changed is Osamu Dazai.

Uchiha night sky from a dream in the middle of the night

Waking up, he said helplessly, "Go to bed soon, dear Mr. Zhi."

Osamu Dazai looked down at her, withdrew his hand from her neck artery, and asked, "Did I bother you?"

Uchiha Wansora sighed, it was really uncomfortable to be pressed on the gate of life all the time.

She beckoned to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and fell on the bed.

"I'm afraid you'll be stupid if you stay up late, what about work tomorrow?"

Osamu Dazai yawned, "It's not an important job, I've dealt with everything that needs to be dealt with."

Uchiha Wansora let out a soft "Oh".

The two stared blankly at each other for a long time, so long that Osamu Dazai couldn't help but rubbed his dry eyes and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Uchiha Wansora said: "When do you sleep, when do I sleep."

"..." Osamu Dazai muttered in a low voice: "Really, don't you still have to learn how to drive with your friends tomorrow? Not enough energy."

"Don't you have to deal with the giraffe tomorrow?"

"Really..." Osamu Dazai pressed her hairy head, "Good night then, Miss Wankong."

"Good night."

·

Early the next morning, Osamu Dazai received a call.

"Bai Qilin was robbed?"

"Yes, yes! Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai looked at the video sent by his subordinates, rubbed his chin in thought.

That day Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was knocked out by a trash can in Shisanyue, after he and Chuya left, Shisanyue also left.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who had fainted, was taken away by the remaining subordinates and guarded in the dungeon outside Hong Kong.

But the dungeon was broken through and robbed, and the person who did it only needed one touch to kill the person who touched it.

"It looks like a rice ball..."

He wanted to find information about this rice ball, so he turned to Uchiha Wansora and said, "Maybe I won't be going home tonight."

Uchiha Wansora gestured "ok" to him.

Osamu Dazai stood motionless by the door, watching her intently with kite-colored eyes.

Uchiha Wansora pointed to his bracelet, "I wear it, I will remember to take medicine."

Dazai turned and left.

·

Uchiha Wansora went to find Sakunosuke Oda, holding two books on driving regulations in his hand.

Oda Sakunosuke is wiping his white minivan with a towel, and several children have painted patterns on the back of the car with colored pens.

"Aren't you going to wipe these?" Uchiha Wansora pointed to the graffiti on the rear of the car.

Oda Sakunosuke said: "I think the children's drawings are not bad, so I keep them."

Yu

Zhibo Wankong really feels that his paintings are not as good-looking as his own Xiao Meiji, but he is still his own Zai Zaixiang.

Uchiha Wansora probably learned the basic operations in the morning, and when he was about to go crazy on the road in the afternoon, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly received a call from his boss.

"Huh? Delivery to Tokyo?"

The boss said: "Because the higher-ups suddenly called a meeting, but the deal with the black organization is still going on, I can only ask you Oda."

"Oda is very strong, I only trust you to go."

After hanging up the phone, Oda Sakunosuke apologized, "I have to go to Tokyo in the afternoon."

Uchiha Wanzo blinked his eyes and asked, "Is it convenient to take me with you?"

"It just so happens that I also want to go to Tokyo."

She wanted to see Koya and Misu-san.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded and said, "I can take you to the city at that time, but I have to wait until the delivery is complete."

Oda Sakunosuke first went to his boss to get the item to be traded this time, which was a silver suitcase, while Uchiha Wansora was texting Dazai Osamu.

After telling him that he was going to Tokyo, the two drove to Tokyo.

Yokohama is 30 kilometers away from Tokyo, and the radio was playing in the car, talking about the recent political turmoil in Yokohama, and several officials were dismounted.

"Change the world." Uchiha Wanzo said casually.

Oda Sakunosuke said: "After all, the impact this time is really great."

No one thought that Bai Qilin was released by them.

In addition to the mafia, many forces have also been hit hard.

Soon they arrived at the place they agreed on.

It was in the jungle in the suburbs. There were not many cars on the road, only a few people walking.

Uchiha Wansora had been sitting in the back seat flipping through the traffic regulations, and Oda Sakunosuke got out of the car with his things and waited.

Soon, a white Mazda was slowly driving towards them, and the people who came down were beyond Uchiha Wankong's expectation.

"Mr. Toru Amuro?" Uchiha Wansora lay on the window, a little surprised.

Oda Sakuyuki's assistant was holding a piece of paper and talking with Amuro Toru.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something. Looking back, the bushes made sparse sounds, as if being blown by the wind.

Oda Sakunosuke suddenly squeezed the box in his hand and ran back.

At this time, Uchiha Wansora had already jumped into the driver's seat, and the van backed up slowly.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Amuro Toru grabbed Oda Sakunosuke's wrist.

Oda Sakunosuke directly dragged Amuro into the car, and said casually: "Although the content of this transaction is a special bullet, don't

It's not good to let the police catch you. "

"Police?" Amuro was stunned for a moment, he didn't inform the other side about this matter.

Uchiha Wansora muttered, "Loosen the clutch slowly, loosen the clutch slowly, the body starts to shake..."

The minivan rushed out all of a sudden, and several people suddenly jumped out of the grass behind the tree.

"It's not purely like a policeman." Uchiha Wansora looked at the rearview mirror, "It feels like you provoked it."

Toru Amuro's pupils shrank, "You were the one that day..."

Uchiha Wanzora nodded with a smile and waved at him.

"Mr. Amuro, the sandwiches you made are delicious."

Oda Sakunosuke asked: "Really? I want to try it when I have time."

Uchiha Wansora gave him a thumbs up.

Amuro laughed twice: "No problem, if you have time... miss! Watch the way!"

Uchiha Wansora slammed the steering wheel and turned directly into a small road. The bumpy road directly caused the heads of the two people in the back seat to hit the roof of the car, and the branches scraped against the car body, making harsh sounds.

The car behind also turned in the same direction.

"I don't feel like a neon person." Oda Sakunosuke covered his head and looked back.

"That's why you guys are haunted by ghosts." Oda Sakunosuke said to Amuro Toru.

Most of the people in the port mafia are locals from Yokohama, and many of them have come here because they have nowhere to go. Moreover, most of the Hong Kong gang's business is in China.

The only one that can attract foreign policemen is the black organization, a transnational organization.

The author has something to say: Toru Amuro, the biggest ghost, is speechless...