Days as a Reincarnator in Yokohama

Hirakawa Yaji who was on the shore didn't know about the news that a base of the Supernatural Secret Service Division that kept mysterious items had been compromised.

The impact of the fall of the beluga whale is gradually radiating to all directions in Yokohama. The sea water near the coast is pressured by the shock wave and ripples out to the distance. After a while, it is pushed back by the waves of the deep sea, forming bigger waves.

The strange formations in the distance were all dispersed, and the ability users on the ship also eased their attacks slightly amid the huge turbulence of the ship.

Masaki Hirakawa propped up his body and dragged the speed user who had blocked the first shock wave to protect him to the side of the street. The dust raised from the ground gradually cast a haze over Yokohama, covering the stars and the bright moon.

He rummaged through the system backpack. After picking it for a while, he flipped his wrist, and two chicken legs that seemed to have just been fried appeared in his hands.

"Here, the fried pudding chicken drumsticks that I sealed with time pause as soon as it came out of the pan."

The superhuman who had been informed of the importance of Hirakawa Yaji before the mission took the hot chicken leg in his hand without hesitation.

The shell of pudding chicken legs just out of the pan is golden and crispy, and the leg bones are hot. The aroma makes people feel like they are standing in front of a fried chicken shop for a moment. share.

With a "click" the shell was crushed, and the speed-type superhuman quickly stretched out his mouth to catch the rushing juice, and hurriedly raised his other hand to prevent the rich and delicious chicken juice from dripping onto his body, not because he was afraid of getting his clothes dirty, but It's a pity that delicious food is wasted.

When cooking dishes, experienced chefs will subconsciously add a little sugar, which will not only highlight the deliciousness of the meat, but also make the meat smoother and tenderer.

Fried pudding chicken legs are made of [pudding chicken (level 3)]. The pudding chickens in the cultivation space are all grown in the most suitable environment. They run open and run, which is equivalent to wild chickens. The taste is as smooth and delicate as pudding, full and rich. Juice, with a sweetness of milk and egg pudding in the taste.

After simple marinating and high-temperature frying, the crispy shell locks the pudding-like tenderness of the chicken itself, and more juice flows between the skin and meat than other chickens, and this juice is delicious and sweet. But there is no greasy feeling. It is obviously a fried chicken, but the inside is very fresh.

Vigorously sucking the juice that flowed out from inside, the speed-type supernatural power user couldn't help letting out a long sigh in enjoyment.

It is not in vain that he wasted a lot of effort and promised a lot of conditions before he got this mission to support Mr. Hirakawa. Eat QAQ well.

When he ate three fried pudding chicken legs, Hirakawa Yaji handed him another drink.

The two of them held a PET cold drink cup each, and sipped through the straw.

The earth berry drink is sweet and sour, like a berry-based sweet whirlwind that wipes away the aftertaste in the mouth, leaving only the fresh fruity taste that makes people linger on the lips and teeth.

Pingchuan Yaji felt that the gourmet cells that had been squeezed out were greedily absorbing the energy in the food, and a rain of sweet rain fell densely on the dry blood vessels, moistening the river bed, and fresh spring water came up little by little in the clear.

A quarter of an hour later, the energy in his body had recovered by [-]%, and he was alive and kicking, without affecting his activities at all, and he could still beat some weird tricks.

The speed-type supernatural being 1.9 meters away sucked the straw creakingly, and finally recovered from the delicious shock, and looked at the empty cold drink cup with aggrieved eyes.

The next moment, she opened her eyes wide: "My superpower?!"

She can clearly feel that the supernatural power seems to have increased a lot, which is something that she has never seen or heard.

She looked at Pingchuan Yaji with serious eyes again. Seeing Pingchuan Yaji raised her index finger and made a slight "shh" gesture, she immediately swallowed what she didn't say, but she was just like an elf in blue-green Looking at Hirakawa Masaki with bright eyes.

After recovering a bit, Masaki Hirakawa stood up and walked to the place agreed with Osamu Dazai.

He didn't know why Osamu Dazai agreed to be there, but through the tacit understanding with the other party, he knew that there must be a reason for Osamu Dazai's seemingly random but cryptic agreement.

When he arrived at the place, he asked the person with the supernatural ability who had just cooperated with him to go back first. Before leaving, he stuffed the other party with some delicious food, and then sat alone on the bench by the sea, with the sound of the waves in his ears. .

After a long time, the battle at sea has almost come to an end.

"Da da da" light footsteps sounded, and the sand-colored long windbreaker fell on his left side. The squinting Lord Luanbu leaned his head on his right shoulder, and slid it down on his lap little by little. The breathing became deep and long, and the fingers were still tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.

Masaki Hirakawa rubbed Edogawa's messy hair, and then looked at Osamu Dazai on the left with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Ya Ji Jiang, this book needs you to save it for us."

Osamu Dazai raised his brows and raised the corners of his lips, his kite-colored eyes seemed to be deep because of the deep sea and night.

He handed over a red book with the words "The Complete Suicide Manual" on the cover.

Masaki Hirakawa took it with raised eyebrows. Isn't this the book that Osamu Dazai never left his hand?

and……

He flattened the book, and could clearly see that there were other things in the middle of the book.

"Friendly reminder, don't touch it."

Osamu Dazai straightened his long legs. Because of the battle, he had many battle damage marks on his body. When he turned his head, Masaki Hirakawa noticed a long and thin scar on his left cheek, which was going down. Oozing blood made his complexion pale and sick.

Luanbu moved uneasily on his lap, curled up.

Hirakawa Masaki took out a small blanket made of marshmallow tree leaves from the system backpack. The goose yellow blanket covered the big detective who looked like a child, making him look even younger.

"Are there any requirements for the storage location?" Hirakawa Yaji didn't ask any other information.

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Hey, it would be great if it can be placed in a place where no one can find it except you!"

Hirakawa Yaji took a look at his seemingly nonchalant face: "Okay."

The next moment, the red book disappeared in his hand, and in a safe in the system backpack, the figure of "Complete Suicide Manual" appeared inside, and the time pause acted on the book, and there seemed to be black things wriggling unwillingly , shaking it back and forth.

In the system, the gourmet illustrated book suddenly lit up.

This corner of the system backpack expanded little by little, gradually showing a piece of gray nothingness, while the pages of the "Complete Suicide Manual" shook for a while, and finally quieted down, and the authority of time tightly wrapped it again.

Edogawa Ranpo, who was lying on Hirakawa Masashi's lap, opened his eyes suddenly, the redness in his green eyes receded like a tide, and Dazai Osamu's eyes seemed to reflect the hazy moonlight.

The two looked at each other without speaking, as if maintaining a special tacit understanding.

Pingchuan Yaji didn't ask, he knew that it was definitely not easy for these two to personally escort and give him something to store in the system backpack that only he could open, and he just needed to trust them .

The system backpack can be said to be the safest place in this world. It comes from the favor of the previous world. It is so special that no one in this world can spy on it. Only Pingchuan Yaji can open it. Apart from getting along day and night, guess the two scripts of this existence Besides, he never mentioned it to anyone.

And let them calculate and use it, Hirakawa Yaji vaguely guessed the answer in his mind.

The summer festival was interrupted by a loud bang, and people who were at a loss had just received the news that Yokohama had been attacked. The next moment, the Yokohama government sent a message to the public that "the danger has been lifted" after the signal jammer was lifted.

The people of Yokohama, who are used to all kinds of war damage, breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that it was Saibo Street that was attacked, and that there were no casualties in the surrounding area, but some nearby buildings were downed.

Because the whole of Yokohama is shrouded in dust, and the government appeases, the summer festival continues with music and dance.

The government simply sent the transferred people to the summer festival site, and the scene became more lively.

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A dark mountain path.

Mitsuchi Takashi excitedly walked back and forth at the appointed place, his expression mixed with ecstasy and ambition that his wish was about to come true.

After being locked in prison for a long time, his san value is not high, and now he is in a precarious state, but he has no terminal, and he doesn't know how bad his current state is. He looks like a mad dog with fierce eyes and drooling mouth. Disgusting salivation.

Not far away, there was the sound of bushes rustling, and the Russian man wearing a white felt hat came out slowly. A gust of wind swept by, and he lowered his body weakly and coughed weakly.

Mitsuchi Takashi: "I brought people here, what about the things I want?"

"Ahem, I want to inspect the goods first." Dostoevsky put down his hand covering his mouth, and said in a low voice.

"How do I know if you lied to me..." Mizutsu Takashi's mind was already a little irrational, but in the middle of speaking, he suddenly felt cold behind him and closed his mouth.

Dostoevsky was looking up at him with his bloody eyes, and the blood in those eyes was indelible, like a mountain of white bones, black crows circling, blood flowing into a river, and at the same time, the hammer Takashi heard Hearing inaudible ravings, a black fog appeared in front of his eyes.

The reasoning in his hand suddenly fell, he covered his head and opened his mouth wide and let out a silent scream, his eyeballs popped out, he fell to the ground with a bang, his limbs convulsed on the grass.

A hand covered with black lines stretched out from under the cloak, intending to catch the reasoning book.

But when Dostoyevsky saw the black on the back of his hand, he stopped suddenly, retracted his fingertips silently, stared at the twitching hammer Takashi with his blood-colored eyes for a while, and stuck out his other hand from under the cloak. , slowly pressing towards his neck.

As if the pause button was pressed, the next moment, the twitching body went limp and there was no movement.

Some people don't even deserve prison, and death is his destination.

This is how to make the best use of everything, reuse garbage, and finally destroy his hope and completely destroy it when he is only one step away from his dream.

The next moment, the hand that had just ended a sinful life picked up the reasoning that had fallen on the grass.

"These two gifts are used to make an apology, it should be enough..."

The low voice quickly drifted in the forest, and the ground rolled, and the dead body with a terrified expression fell into the pit, and soon the ground turned again, and the traces disappeared...

The next day.

Masaki Hirakawa yawned to receive a courier, Kunikida walked in from the outside, leaped forward, threw himself on the sofa, his muscles softened instantly, and he remained motionless.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and Hirakawa Yaji took out a knife to open the express delivery.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Hirakawa Masaki opened the door with heavy steps.

"Oh, Yaji-chan~" Osamu Dazai stuck his head out while holding the door frame, and greeted him cheerfully.

Hirakawa Yaji dragged him into the room, revealing a young man with a mole on the corner of his mouth and a group of serious-looking military police behind him.

"An Wu-jun?" He blinked, wondering why he came here at this time.

It stands to reason that just after last night's battle, the Supernatural Secret Service Division is currently making post-war arrangements and is extremely busy.

Ango Sakaguchi nodded slightly and said, "Excuse me. Based on the incident last night, the Supernatural Secret Service Division has a few questions that you need to answer. I am very sorry to disturb you at this time."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and bowed ninety degrees.

Osamu Dazai winked at him from the side, indicating that it was Little Case.

Welcoming Ango Sakaguchi into the room, the two sat facing each other.

Ango Sakaguchi took out a notebook and asked, "Please describe your actions last night in detail, and don't miss any point."

Masaki Hirakawa raised his eyebrows, and slowly narrated his actions last night. When Ango Sakaguchi lowered his head to record carefully, he glanced at Osamu Dazai, who was showing off his food, and met his gaze. The corners of the mouth curled up.

Hirakawa Yaji lowered his eyebrows, his actions last night were completely in the sight of the authorities, he suddenly realized that this was the perfect alibi, and this proof seemed to be specially prepared for him, no matter what happened last night What happened, he was trying his best to fight against the white whale, and he didn't save any spare energy.

That is to say, any conspiracy has nothing to do with him, he is the hero who saves Yokohama from fire and water!

Coupled with his status as a king, a super chef and the only supplier of fantasy ingredients, no one will connect him with the undercurrent.

He was a trump card in the chess game last night, but it was also a card that had already appeared. No matter which side it was, the trump card only needed to be out of the game, and the undercurrents below could not touch the king and had nothing to do with him.

The clear male voice sorted out what happened last night little by little, and the atmosphere was peaceful and peaceful.

"Wow!!!!" Osamu Dazai exclaimed suddenly.

The next moment, the military police outside the door rushed in, and Ango Sakaguchi flipped with one hand and jumped to the other side of the sofa.

And Osamu Dazai, who was still exclaiming just now, was kicked to the wall with a "slap", and a black-covered reasoning "slap" fell to the ground.

The irritable figure of Zhongyuan Zhongye appeared in front of everyone, as if after a whole night of fighting, his body was filled with irrepressible anger.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses: "Mr. Nakahara of Port Mafia."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know how long he had been in the reasoning, his fists were already numb, and the moment he finally came out of the book, he subconsciously attacked something that made him feel uncomfortable.

After the beating, he realized that he had already published the hateful book, standing in Pingchuan Yaji's home, and the one who was kicked away by him was his former partner - a certain blue nitrile.

"Tsk." He looked around, his eyes fell on Ango Sakaguchi and a group of military police, keenly noticed the scrutiny in their eyes, and his expression suddenly became unfriendly.

Ango Sakaguchi turned the pen and narrowed his eyes.

Great, another trump card, and the perfect alibi.