Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

Could the crumbs of the "Bronze Statue" have anything to do with them?Were they smuggled into Yokohama by debris?

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head in thought.

Hirakawa Yaji looked at him quietly from the side, and his eyes were always involuntarily attracted to the orange-red hair under his hat. This warm and colorful color always gave him a sense of familiarity.

The tip of the index finger rubbed lightly, as if a small thorn had grown, and he wanted to go up and grab it a few times, and it always felt good to grab.

However, he and Nakahara Chuya met for the first time, how could he pull his hair?It's too abrupt!

Since he couldn't touch the hair that attracted his attention, he simply turned around and didn't look at him, but he couldn't help but let out a regretful sigh from the bottom of his heart.

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The midday sun was getting hotter and hotter, the wind seemed to have died down, and the woods fell silent.

They knocked John unconscious and hid in the bushes not far away, and then squatted on the branches together.

A faint red light covered Hirakawa Masaki's body to protect him from falling.

Waiting for the enemy to arrive is obviously a very serious matter, but Hirakawa Yaji was a little distracted.

They were huddled on a branch, very close to each other.

He was so close that he seemed to be able to feel the warmth of each other's breath, so close that his arms were pressed together, through the thin fabric he could clearly feel the hardness and contour of Chuya's arm muscles tensed because of his vigilance, as well as his neck. The leather choker on the top, when his Adam's apple rolls, the metal buckle on the choker is slightly reflective.

Few boys can wear this unruly style to such an effect, the key is that it fits well, and it fits his status as a mafia cadre.

He withdrew his gaze and stared down at his porcelain blue coat. Feeling a little hot on his face, he quietly moved his shoulders to the side, trying to distance himself a little.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt his small movements and looked over subconsciously.

Hirakawa Yaji pursed his lips, and his movements froze immediately, not daring to move.

But Zhong Yuanzhong just glanced at him subconsciously, got close to him again, maintained his supernatural power, and then turned around, waiting for the prey to come.

Hirakawa Yaji felt that the temperature outside his sleeves was slightly higher than his, and the base of his ears felt hot. At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he was swept away by Zhongya Zhongye's cobalt blue sharp eyes, and he felt inexplicably weak.

The next moment, he felt funny again, why did he act like a sneaky one.

In the distance came the sound of startled birds, accompanied by the friction of plant branches and leaves against clothes.

Pingchuan Yaji's spirit was instantly concentrated, and the distracting thoughts in his mind were swept away. His ears focused on identifying the distance, and his golden eyes were like falcons hunting in the sky, staring closely at the depths of the woods.

"Tread, step, step—"

The sound of the footsteps has a sense of sluggishness, which seems to be uncoordinated movements. At the same time, besides the sound of footsteps, the other party seems to be dragging something, and there is the sound of branches being crushed and broken along the way.

The atmosphere gradually became weird.

Except for the sound of birds flapping their wings just now, there is no sound in the woods. The cracks in the rocks and the insects in the grass seem to have stopped their rustling sounds. There are only the shallow breathing of each other and the heart pumping " Bang bang" sound.

Hirakawa Yaji clenched his fists, the gourmet cells in his body were restless, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Nakahara Chuya raised his hand and pressed Hirakawa Yaji's shoulder, with a hint of comfort.

Hirakawa Yaji slowly let go of his curled fingers, approached Zhong Yuanzhong and said in a very low voice: "The people who come are very dangerous."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, but he didn't really understand what he wanted to express.

"It's very close to the energy imprint on your wrist." Pingchuan Yaji added anxiously.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes suddenly, stared at his eyes, and after confirming that he was not wavering, he said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

He didn't expect Hirakawa Yaji to give such an evaluation, his energy imprint comes from Huangba, that's Huangshen!If the person who comes is very close to the mark of Rage God, it will be a big deal.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought about it, grabbed Hirakawa Yaji's wrist the next moment, and said simply and neatly: "We will withdraw now. There is no need to confront the other party at this time. Let the superiors know first."

Yokohama is their territory, why should they single out!

Fighting one-on-one with the enemy in his own home, even if the flowers and plants were damaged, he would feel distressed, and he is not stupid.

Hirakawa Yaji nodded in agreement. They are not timid to avoid the battle. When the information is insufficient and the clues are not clear, they rashly go up to fight. Make a mistake, and the loss will be transferred to the organization at that time.

This is unacceptable to them.

"Let's go." Nakahara grabbed his wrist with one hand, and the supernatural power covered the two of them. Hirakawa Masaki felt light on his body, and was then easily taken away by Nakahara.

When they left the spot, Hirakawa Yaji looked back, his heart trembled, he saw——

A tall man covered in pitch-black was holding something taller and larger than him. Only one corner of that thing was exposed, and the rest was hidden behind. On the exposed corner, there were pale arms and ferocious heads. There were men and women. There are old and young, like sad or happy, densely packed with aquatic plants or hairy things wetly entangled on it, leaving a lot of dirty mucus on the grass between dragging rows.

"..." Hirakawa Yaji covered his eyes with a pained expression.

"What's wrong?" Nakahara Chuya's eyes instantly shifted to him.

Hirakawa Masaki Mask of Pain: "I saw things I shouldn't have seen, and felt like my san value was hit hard."

That stuff was so disgusting and creepy it gave him goosebumps.

Nakahara Zhongya subconsciously wanted to look back, but he stopped him by pulling his sleeve.

The terminal swiped across his body and listed his San value, which clearly showed that just a few seconds ago, his San value suddenly dropped by 15 points.

Masaki Hirakawa was not surprised. Thinking of Osamu Dazai's description of the strangeness at the bottom of the river before, what he saw was probably the strangeness that caused the San value of Osamu Dazai to drop, which could make Dazai Osamu's black mud spirit unable to hold on. The thing that caused a large and weird event, he is so lucky that he only lost 15 points of san value.

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On the other end, Lovecraft let go of his weird hand, shuffled around in the woods, and finally dragged the knocked out John from the bushes.

Lovecraft covered John's face with his wet coat.

The heavy and absorbent cloth was airtight and pressed heavily on the nose and mouth.

The suffocation gradually rose, and John woke up, struggling to pull the fabric off his face.

With a painful expression, he said, "Love, do you want to suffocate me?"

Lovecraft poked his face with his long nails and murmured, "You fell asleep."

"I fell asleep, so you want to wake me up?"

"Ah."

John's expression was contorted, and he lost control of his anger. He got up from the ground and grabbed Lovecraft's collar to fight him.

The next moment, his gaze passed through Lovecraft and landed on Weird behind him.

A bubbly, swollen face turned to him with a smile, and eyes with dilated pupils of various colors stared straight at him.

john...

Rolling his eyes, he fell straight down.

"Fall asleep again." Lovecraft prodded him, muffled.