How my bad friend and I survived in Yokohama

There are many safe houses in Horihazura.

The silver-haired boy entered the dark alley with seven turns and eight turns, detoured a few times, opened a secret door hidden in the night, and went down the stairs to the basement.

The most powerful intelligence spies in Yokohama couldn't find it here.Horihazo paid a small and innocuous price for this.

Time went back to before Horihazo handed over the ordinary documents to Izumi Kyoka.

Old fashioned izakaya.

"Ah, Dazai," Horihazura was playing with something thin with his hands and looked at the person, "I've been really busy lately."

"Yeah," Osamu Dazai took a seat beside him, "You just order a glass of ice water when you come here?"

He pointed to the glass, and thought for a while: "Yes, boss, please have a glass of sweeter wine!"

"Have a glass of sake," Dazai said. "This kind of izakaya should not have so many foreign drinks. This is the first time I have visited this store."

"Hey, is that so? Dazai seems more suitable for bars." Horihazo took the drink, "Thank you—rice wine? Boss, I'm an adult."

"What will Hori wear to the banquet? I'm curious."

"I'm not interested in banquets," Ye Zang said, "but the host of the banquet is a headache, so it's better to take off the blindfold."

"That's it."

There was no communication between the two for a long time, only the sound of Hori pouring wine.

The sake in front of Osamu Dazai remained untouched.

Hori drank three glasses, and Horihazo asked the other person when he drank the last drop.

"You first?"

"I go first."

Osamu Dazai returned like this, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his iris-colored eyes couldn't be seen clearly from the perspective of Horihazo.

So Dazai left, and Ye Zang looked at the bottom of his empty cup: "...Really, these monsters with high IQ."

Then he paid the money for Osamu Dazai, bent slightly and lifted the curtain of the izakaya. The thin back in a white shirt was eroded by the darkness and dim light, and its owner stepped into the night.

After Osamu Dazai, I'm going to meet Mr. Detective - this time for a private matter.

Horihazo put the Daifuku bought on the road in Ranpo's hand, and took out a folded piece of paper himself: "Good evening, Mr. Ranpo."

"Ye Zang," the famous detective opened his eyes, "you realize it too, do you want to continue to escape?"

"No." Hori said, "...I'll make it clear to him."

Make it clear with Matsudaira after this incident.

"Don't let the mouse know about the superpowers of your friend, the uncle in blue kimono!" At the end of the screen is Edogawa Ranpo's reminder.

Horihazo came out of the memory palace, sat on the seat in the basement, opened the drawer, touched the dark layer, used two fingers to pick the lock, and took out the thin white paper that met Osamu Dazai and Ranpo, which read word.

The font is very sharp, it is Horihazo's characters.

On that blank sheet of paper he wrote words that would not happen now but would be used in the future.

Horie hid the papers, looked at the closet in the corner of the room, it was 12 o'clock in the morning, the blue headband on his head was changed to gray, he carefully wrapped the headband, and tied the silver curly hair into a high ponytail , put on the only black tie, took out the same only black coat with a red background from the closet, and put it on, feeling a momentary sense of stagnation.

[Strawberry milk is at a premium. 】

"Next," he whispered to himself, "it's time to go to the banquet."

Horihazo pulled the tail strap of the blindfold, pulled it lightly, and the black blindfold fell off, revealing the shockingly red blood pupil, as if sticky and full of malice, and the smoky gray eyes that sank at this moment Coupled with his right pupil, he is like a monster that will choose someone to eat at any time.

He turned and stepped up the stairs, his overcoat was tumbling in the air, revealing the red underneath.

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The author has something to say:

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Known intelligence:

Akita Matsudaira: It seems natural, but in fact it is very scheming.

Hideto Abe: It looks like a joke, but it's actually an old lady.

Horihazo: It looks like a madao, but actually writes small scripts part-time.

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