This is not common at all! [Comprehensive]

She did get the prototype of the game without going out, and for the sake of confidentiality, her maid, Mei Lin, took it in person, and prepared the Yokohama residence in advance to take care of her.

"Hmm..." Rin typed the finished version of the rainy day game with a subtle expression.

"What's the matter? Are you dissatisfied?" Mai Lin held on to the circle glasses on her face, frowned and looked at the worried BOSS.

"No, it's better than I imagined." Rin said and turned his head, "I think the characters in it look familiar."

"Ah, after all, it is a role based on subordinates." Ronald nodded with a smile and explained, "Mr. Gru proposed, what do you think?"

Rin thought about the game using the Mafia as the prototype. Although the effect was really good, she didn't know why she felt a little bit uncomfortable, so she took out the picture of the passer-by character she had seen inadvertently, and pointed to the picture. The white-haired girl sitting on a park bench asked.

"What is happening?"

Ronald's smile remained unchanged.

Rin looked puzzled.

"It's you."

"I can see it." Rin nodded, "What I'm asking is, why me?"

"Probably because you have been making them work overtime." Ronald explained happily, "They said that they wanted to set you up to feel like a terrible behind-the-scenes man who usually ignores it if you don't pay attention, but carefully observes it."

"Isn't this an increase in the workload for myself?" Rin was a little confused, but he still didn't pursue it. After all, as a boss, sometimes he still needs to be considerate of his subordinates.

=-= And this modeling is really good-looking.

tolerant.

"They're happy."

"Really, that doesn't matter." Rin put down the handle and turned the chair, "What about Mr. Magi? He seemed to tell me a while ago that he was going back to Japan."

"...You are speaking wisely. His report has been on your desk for almost a month." Ronald looked at her calmly, as if he wanted to condemn the worker with such an attitude for 1 minute The boss who fished for an hour.

Rin said sincerely, "I'll watch it on the plane to Yokohama."

Ronald said calmly, "Thank you so much."

"Boss, Mr. Wise has been arranged to pick you up at the airport, and the rest has been fully prepared. You just need to live in peace." Mei Lin held Rin's hand and said solemnly.

Rin: "Yeah, okay."

Then Rin took his only luggage - mobile phone, and boarded a private plane.

When Rin walked down the stairs, he saw a slender boy known as "Detective Prince" waving to greet her, until she walked to her side with a tired expression, and then asked: "It's been a long time since I've been on a plane." gone?"

"Hmm... Actually, it's okay." Rin exhaled, and looked at the young man beside him, "I suddenly remembered something just now."

Akechi Goro trembled his eyes, as if he was listening, although he knew very well that the girl next to him who did not play cards according to the rules would probably not say anything normal.

"Do as the Romans do, should I take a Japanese surname!" She held Akechi Goro's arm enthusiastically.

Usually nothing good would happen to her like this, but Akechi Goro decided to ask gently, although he felt that most of the time, or most of the time, he would regret it.

"What do you want?"

"What do you think of the Central Plains!"

Zhizhi Wulang almost couldn't catch his breath all of a sudden: "...you are really good at picking."

"Yeah." Rin lowered his eyes, and said with some regret, "I just remembered a Japanese poem I read before. The poet's surname is Nakahara, and I want to get a little bookish."

This is a lie.

"Yes, is it?" Akechi Goro put his chin in his hand, thinking about the probability of his boss encountering some dangerous people to determine whether she can have the surname Zhongyuan, but he decided in a second.

"No, you should change it."

His boss's ability to find trouble for himself is well known, this must not work.

...By the way, are there any poets whose surname is Zhongyuan?

"Unexpected."

"Hmm...how is Misaki?"

"Misaki? Isn't that a person's name?"

"It's written differently." Goro Akechi took out his phone, typed it out, and showed it to her.

"Well, then this one, it's pretty cute." Rin nodded and waved his hands indifferently.

"Mr. Ronald told me that you are here for inspection, but after all, I am a little curious about where you particularly want to go?"

"Well, I want to go to the port to see the sea."

Akechi Goro: "..."

After a moment of silence, his body sank a little, and he lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Do you have an idea for Yokohama?"

"Eh?" Rin was stunned, "My goal is to set up a game company, what does it have to do with Yokohama?"

Akechi Goro's eyes showed a bit of "you are joking and dreaming again, but you are happy", but since he got the exact news, he straightened up with a sigh of relief.

"Then you pay attention to safety."

He thought maybe it would be better not to say, anyway, she would know sooner or later.

After safely sending Rin home, Akechi Goro exhaled his farewell, but when he turned to leave, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The tail of the girl's silver-white long hair curled down her shoulders, because her arms were raised and her slightly wider sleeves were lowered. She bent her eyes slightly and spoke softly.

"Call me if you have anything to do." Her voice was soft and friendly, as if she could help him with anything he said.

"...Yes, thank you."

The door was closed, Rin yawned, dragged his body into the room and opened the closet, and saw that there should be a newly sent custom-made order in it. Knowing the priority of going out tomorrow, he entered the bathroom and took a shower After sleeping, it was already the next day when I woke up.

She walked to the desk by the window, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, took advantage of the sunlight outside, and repeated the words Misaki Rin dozens of times until her hands got used to it, then she put down the pen and turned around. The head burned the paper with a lighter.

"Misaki Rin, an ordinary student who studied in the United States and came to Japan to travel, came to Yokohama to sketch...sketch?"

She murmured without counting in her heart.

"Why sketch? What kind of character design is this? Is Ronald crazy?"

From now on, the girl of Misaki Rin put on a messenger bag, tied up her hair, turned on the mobile phone navigation and began to search for nearby commercial streets, preparing to fill up the closet quickly.

Firmly determined that an ordinary female student would not have her entire wardrobe custom-made, Mizaki Rin walked into the mall.

After one afternoon, she still came out empty-handed. After confirming that the clothes would probably be delivered to her current home one after another in the next few days, she breathed a sigh of relief and began to wander the streets, preparing to familiarize herself with the route.

But I don't know if she really has a unique ability to provoke troubles as Akechi Goro thought, or it's just pure luck. I don't know where the ominous premonition arose. When she came to the port with a sketchbook and a pen to watch the sea, it came true. up.

Seeing Qi Rin squatting in the downstream position, the off-white windbreaker that looked expensive was dragged to the ground because of her movements, but she didn't seem to care at all, just took a pencil and quickly sketched the lines on the notebook until She found that there was a discordant black in the lines that she completely copied.

She frowned and raised her eyes, only to realize that there seemed to be something dark floating past her eyes just now.

Misaki Rin: "..."

She looked over carefully, and it seemed to be a black coat, the kind someone wore.

Misaki Rin felt that he was facing one of the major choices in life.

Should you call the police when you encounter someone who commits suicide?

Fortunately, this problem was quickly solved for her.

"Well, this lady, do you see...huh?" It was an old gentleman with a scarf around his neck. His monocle flashed, and he looked down at the painting on the sea in her hand. A piece of disharmonious black, "I'm a little rude, what did you draw?"

"...Should it be a person?" Jianzaki Rin organized his words, with some hesitation in his eyes.

"Should?!" A voice that sounded a bit impatient came from behind the old gentleman, and a boy with a hat on his head and a black coat on his head came over. The coat looked like it had just floated in the sea. The ball in her hand looked alike, he looked at the painting in her hand and asked:

"Hey, is there a guy with black hair and bandages floating by?"

Misaki Rin frowned, seeming a little embarrassed.

"...I didn't look that closely, but it should be a person wearing a black coat floating over there." She said and pointed in a direction.

"Tch, that guy Dazai." The orange-haired boy pouted, not hiding the disgust in his eyes at all, and quickly rushed towards the direction she pointed, in a way that didn't want to beat the person in his mouth. The momentum of giving up.

"Thank you for your help." The old gentleman sighed. He adjusted the one-way lens with a calm voice, "Are you sketching here? It's better to leave the port as soon as possible. It's not very peaceful here."

His deep tone carried hints and comfort.

Mizaki Rin also nodded in agreement: "Sure enough, the seaside is still a high-frequency suicide site. Thank you for reminding me. I'm leaving!"

Guangjin Liulang: "... let's go."

Although he didn't mean it that way, but luckily the ending was right, so he watched her turn around and leave safely, and then rushed to the direction where the boy ran just now.