Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

The distant dawn breaks through the clouds overhead in Yokohama, illuminating the lounge inside the restaurant.

Hirakawa Yaji was still asleep, almost buried under the quilt, with only a little dark blue hair twirling exposed.

When he was researching the function of the system upgrade, he fell asleep again unconsciously, but because he was thinking about it, he couldn't sleep well, and he was dreaming drowsily.

The scene in the dream is bizarre, there are giants who are much taller than him, there are dirty slums, and there is a deep sea that is terrifyingly deep... He keeps running away from scene to scene, but he can't escape the suffocation pressing on him. feel.

The moment the monster was about to catch him, the world suddenly shook, and he woke up from his dream.

"Did I wake you up?"

Opening his eyes, Kunikida Doppo was half squatting on the bedside of his bed, taking the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand.

Hirakawa Yaji let out a long sigh of relief, relaxing the tensed neck and shoulder joints.

"I had a bad nightmare, luckily Brother Dubu woke me up." He said with lingering fear.

"Nightmare? It should be because that weird pollution is still left on your body."

Kunikida Doppo stroked his head softly and comfortingly, his warm fingertips stroked his cold scalp slowly, it was very comfortable, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes and leaned forward slightly in cooperation.

With a little regret, he said: "Unfortunately, I can't remember what I did in the nightmare just now, it always feels a little familiar..."

Kunikida Doppo rubbed the top of his head a little harder, and stopped him: "Don't think about it, many people go crazy in dreams because of the pollution of dreams due to weirdness, take this as a warning."

"Okay." Hirakawa Masaki agreed. So far, no one in the world has the ability to interfere with dreams, so he should be careful.

He retracted the tentacles protruding in an unknown direction.

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Breakfast is tomato fat beef soba noodles.

The rich tomato sauce wraps the dark brown fat and thin beef rolls, sprinkles a handful of buckwheat noodles on the [Buckwheat Noodle Willow] obtained by signing in today, garnishes with a few green onions and sliced ​​​​egg pancakes.

Sweet and sour appetizer, with meat and vegetables.

After a bowl, it's hot, and the mouth and teeth are soaked in delicious food comfortably.

After Pingchuan Yaji drank the last sip of soup, he still felt unsatisfied.

Leaning comfortably on the sofa, he remembered the dessert feast he prepared in the afternoon, so he turned to Kunikida Doppo:

"Brother, is there any commission in the club today that requires everyone to go out?"

"Not yet." Kunikida Doppo shook his head, and explained: "The strange things these two days have caused people to panic. The president instructed the Butei Club to suspend accepting commissions. Everyone is on standby in the club, ready to deal with emergencies at any time."

Yaji was injured yesterday. For the members of the Butei Club who treat everyone as their family, it touched their backs.

Just like the president said: "Our companions are in danger and must be rescued. Is there any more reason in the world than this?"*

Pingchuan Yaji didn't know that he was attacked so much in the club, so he nodded in agreement: "That's fine."

They still don't know the details of the enemy. If they split up, they will probably be defeated by each of them. Yesterday, when they dealt with him, they just used him as a persimmon.

He was able to escape due to a large accidental factor, but if it was replaced by other people in the agency, such as Naomi Tanizaki, Ranpo, Clerk Haruno, etc., they might have been succeeded by the other party.

The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. In this case, no amount of caution can be overstated.

"It just so happens that I have finished cultivating new ingredients. I will prepare a dessert feast this afternoon, and I will invite everyone to come."

"Okay, I'll tell them later. What are the ingredients?" Kunikida Doppo was very curious about the new ingredients.

"It's a dreamy ingredient called the tree of billions." Hirakawa Yaji put it off without explaining in detail.

But the word "billion" is enough to make people yearn for.

When Kunikida went to work at the Butei Club upstairs, he was still wondering what kind of ingredients it was.

Hirakawa Masaki watched him leave with a smile, then took out the terminal and sent the banquet time to Chuya Zhongyuan.

The dialog box of Nakahara Chuya on the opposite side immediately displayed "typing in progress", as if he had been holding the terminal, waiting for him to send a message.

After changing "Input" several times, Hirakawa Yaji finally received a reply from Chuya Nakahara:

"Chuya Nakahara: I will be there on time, looking forward to your dessert feast."

He couldn't help laughing, but at the same time he felt a lot of comfort in his heart. It seemed that he wasn't the only one who felt differently towards the other party.

I don't know what the future holds, but at least it's a good start.

He stared at the brief message for a while, and then thought about today's daily tasks—[to entertain 10 guests and obtain more than 90% satisfaction.Reward "low-level regeneration card fragment * 1, gourmet cell level progress +10%. Failure penalty: current gourmet cell level progress cleared].

He replied to Nakahara Chuya: "You can bring a few of your colleagues over here."

There are not many special chefs in Yokohama, and this time the port mafia is the center of the incident. It must have been a difficult two days.

For the time being, the two sides have the same enemy, and before the situation changes, he is obliged to make his side face the enemy in the best condition!

The dialog box on the opposite side went back and forth several times with "Entering", and finally only sent a very short answer——

"Ok."

Hirakawa Yaji sat by the window full of flowers, leaned on the back of the chair, looked at the terminal and smiled happily.

Meanwhile, port mafia, cadre office.

Zhong Yuan also slammed his forehead on the table in frustration, and the desk made a "boom".

"Lord Zhongyuan, what happened?" Outside the door, his subordinates knocked on the door and asked.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head immediately, randomly searched for documents and put them in front of him, straightened his hair, and coughed:

"It's okay, I accidentally dropped the document on the ground, so you can go and get busy. By the way, I have an arrangement this afternoon, so that those who have something to report will come as soon as possible, and we won't wait when it's overdue."

Nao Tanaka was also stunned for a moment. He had the impression that the Central Plains cadres didn't have a vacation this afternoon, so they asked for temporary leave.

What can labor port model workers take the initiative to ask for leave?

"Also, ask Mr. Guangjin to come, I have something to talk to him about."

Nao Tanaka touched his nose, but he couldn't figure it out, so he bowed and said "yes".

After he left, Nakahara looked at the terminal again, and then hesitated: "Should I call the leader?"

Click on Mori Ogai's terminal account, the latest news in his circle of friends shows a photo of Alice wearing a new dress.

Nakahara Chuya's mouth twitched: "Uncle Lolicon's bt should worry about the organization. When the time comes, I will call Alice and Miss Hongye, and at most I will add another Mr. Guangjin."

However, in the end, it wasn't just the four people he expected who came to Buteisha with Nakahara Chuya.

There is also the first-class Dazai chef who just came out of the quarantine area and heard that they were going to the Butei Club to attend a banquet, and followed him without saying a word——Akutagawa Ryunosuke;

Hearing that Akutagawa Ryunosuke is going to go, Akutagawa Gin and Higuchi Ichiyo who are worried about following;

And Tachihara Michizo and lemon lover Kajii Keijiro who joined in the fun somehow.

A group of mafia stood in a row downstairs of Buteisha, and everyone around them made a detour.

"Yo, chuuya~ Port mafia is going to start a war with Buteisha?" Osamu Dazai lay on the window, teasing excitedly, his bandaged arm swaying like kelp on the window.

Zhong Yuan's face was blushing, and he tried his best to hold back his reflexive reaction of wanting to quarrel with a certain mackerel. He held down the brim of his hat and said, "We have received an official invitation!"

Speaking of the latter, the tone rose again unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai leaned back tactically: "The little dwarf didn't come to fight? Then what are the group behind you doing?"

Looking back, Nakahara found that other people were fully armed and ready to charge, especially Akutagawa Ryunosuke, staring at Osamu Dazai with piercing eyes, for fear that the other party would not notice.

Upstairs, Osamu Dazai ignored him, pointed to someone and said, "Hey, Mr. Lemon over there, if you dare to pull the switch downstairs, I will let you try the feeling of being fried to the sky by your favorite lemon."

Chuya Nakahara covered his forehead, and for the first time felt a real headache about the relationship between the port mafia and Buteisha.