Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

In October, the weather gradually turns cooler, and there is a hint of sweet-scented osmanthus floating in the cool air in the morning.

The trams during the morning rush hours are always in a state of congestion. Office workers and student parties are the main force of passengers. Office workers in suits and leather shoes with briefcases and junior high school students and high school students in various uniforms can be seen everywhere in the train.

Due to the limited space in the carriage, the bodies of most passengers are forced to stick together. At this time, there will always be some people with bad intentions doing things that violate social morality in the crowded carriage.

A petite girl in a junior high school uniform was shivering in the corner of the carriage with her schoolbag in her arms, and a middle-aged man dressed as an office worker next to her was slapping her uneasily at the moment.

The girl seemed to be terrified, but her introverted and shy character made her dare not speak out, and she could only look at the passengers around for help.

However, the passengers standing around her are all looking at their phones at the moment.Even if someone noticed the movement here, they would just look away indifferently.

The principle that it's nothing to do with oneself is common no matter which country you live in.

Just when the idiot was about to reach into the bottom of the girl's skirt, a hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed his wrist, and quickly snapped it back.

There was a crisp "click" sound in the silent carriage.

"what!"

The middle-aged man suddenly let out a miserable cry.

The junior high school girl who was harassed looked in shock at the idiot who harassed her just now. He was leaning against the car door with a pale face at the moment, and his right hand was limp and drooping like a boneless one.

what happened?

The girl huddled in the corner of the carriage with her schoolbag in her arms, carefully examining the surroundings.

Then she noticed a black-haired young man in a pink panda sweater standing opposite the idiot.

At that moment just now, she seemed to see that this person grabbed that idiot's hand...

When she saw the young man's appearance clearly, the girl froze for a moment.

Such a beautiful person.

The young man on the opposite side has a pretty face, delicate features, tall and thin figure, fair complexion, clear and bright black eyes, long and curly eyelashes, slightly drooping corners of the eyes, the whole person looks harmless to humans and animals Gentleness.

The middle-aged man's cries of pain quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding passengers, and their eyes scanned back and forth between the middle-aged man with an inexplicably dislocated arm and the black-haired youth in a panda sweater standing opposite him.

No...

The girl flinched timidly, if this continues, maybe that beautiful big brother will be misunderstood by the people around her...

The girl's lips were tightly pursed into a line, her lips were almost pale, and the straps of her schoolbag were almost soaked with sweat from her palms. She, who was always shy and timid, mustered up her courage and decided to tell what happened just now.

"that……"

But before she could speak, the beautiful black-haired young man suddenly looked at the middle-aged man standing opposite him with a surprised face.

"Ah? Uncle, are you okay? Why does your hand seem to be dislocated?"

The clear and translucent black eyes were slightly rounded, and there was an undisguised worry in them.

His voice is very pleasant, like a stream illuminated by the sun, clear and gentle, but his speaking speed is very slow, and there is always a strange accent mixed in, as if he is not very used to speaking Japanese.

Before the middle-aged man could react, the young man suddenly took out a plaster that exuded a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine from his arms, and without giving the middle-aged man the opposite a chance to refuse, he quickly tore off the package and stuck it on his chest. young man with dislocated wrist.

"Ow!"

The man let out another miserable cry of pain.

"This is our country's Wan X Muscle and Bone Patch. It is very useful. It will heal within a few days after you put it on."

The corners of the young man's lips were slightly hooked, and his two black eyes were bent into crescents, forming a harmless smile.

"Not only can it treat bruises, but it can also treat ADHD. For example, putting your hands on other people's buttocks casually, this kind of small problem can be cured at once."

The young man took out a few more identical plasters from his arms, and handed them to the middle-aged man with a smile, "Now we have a big discount at the opening, buy five and get one free, uncle, would you like some? Looks like it's needed."

The middle-aged man looked at the black-haired young man opposite him with a look of horror, and he couldn't help stepping back. At this moment, there was an announcement of the arrival of the tram on the radio, and the moment the door opened, the middle-aged man hurried out. When I got off the tram, I didn't even bother to pick up my shoes when they were squeezed out, and ran all the way away in embarrassment.

"I just said it was very effective, and I recovered my spirits so quickly."

The young man in the carriage saw the middle-aged man fleeing in embarrassment outside the carriage, and put those plasters back into his arms with a smile.

The car door was closed again, and the passengers who had been watching the excitement just now turned their eyes away from him one after another.

"that……"

A timid voice sounded in the silent carriage, the black-haired youth turned his head, and the junior high school girl who was harassed just now was standing behind him.

"Thank you for helping me just now..."

The girl's voice was as thin as a mosquito's gnat, but the young man still heard it. He smiled, and took out a small object that looked like a keychain from his arms and handed it to the girl opposite.

"this is for you."

He said with a smile in his not-so-fluent Japanese.

"This is a small siren. If you encounter such a similar situation in the future, just press the button on it. You are so cute, and it is easy for some weird people to stare at you."

Being praised by such a beautiful person for being cute, the girl lowered her head, her ears were so red that she could almost bleed.

"Next stop, Lihai University, Lihai University."

At this time, the announcement of the arrival came from the radio again, and the young man took out a business card from his arms and handed it to the shy and introverted girl opposite, "Here, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, please call the above number."

The girl carefully took the business card handed over by the young man. Several rows of tiny Chinese characters were printed on the white card paper in black fonts.

"Purchasing specialties for planting flowers..."

The girl silently read the text above, and the pronunciation of the last two Chinese characters was carefully marked in katakana.

"Chu Shu..."

……

Yokohama——a port city located in the southeast of the Kanto region of Japan. After the Meiji Restoration, Yokohama became the target of competition from various countries due to its special geographical location. Tokyo, the backbone, can only let go of Yokohama, allowing these foreign forces to establish autonomous regions one after another in Yokohama.

Under the birth of this chaotic environment, groups of black organizations led by criminal organizations have also begun to gather in Yokohama. These underground organizations regard the law as nothing.

Neither the government nor the military and police can do anything about them.With the passage of time, the number and power of these underground organizations have expanded more and more, and the city of Yokohama has gradually escaped from the control of the government/government and reduced to a lawless area.

Today's Yokohama City is as simple and simple as ever.

In a remote and dark alley that is rarely visited by people, two forces are confronting each other here. It seems that all underground forces have a soft spot for black, perhaps because of the influence of foreign forces stationed here. These underground forces have His uniform gradually changed from loose kendo uniforms to more tailored suits.

However, this also led to the fact that sometimes the two fighting forces are clearly hostile forces.However, the black suits worn by the respective members seem to be processed from the same factory assembly line. This embarrassing phenomenon is not uncommon.

Therefore, in order to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, these underground forces will require garment factories to print the logo of the organization on their backs when customizing uniforms. Organizations with more budgets can also ask factories to replace printing and dyeing with embroidery, so that the logo of the organization is more distinctive. The overall compulsion is also higher.

However, the two factions that are about to fight here today are obviously of the relatively poor type. The black suits worn by the two members have only printed and dyed organization logos on the back.

But even so, the momentum of the members of both sides is still full. After the talks between the leaders of both sides collapsed, the black suits scattered on both sides quickly took out the black pistols they had prepared in advance from their arms, and the black muzzles of the guns pointed at each other. The head and the heart quickly pulled the trigger.

"boom"

Blossoming bright red roses emerged from the guns of the group of black suits on the left.

"puff"

From the guns of the group of black suits on the right, a stream of clear water sprayed out.

"Uh..." The scene suddenly fell into a weird silence.

A few seconds later, the two leaders seemed to have made an agreement. At the same time, they threw the black pistols in their hands to the ground, gritted their teeth, and said, "Damn it! That damned flower planter!"