[Comprehensive] Today's Yokohama is also very flat!

rainy night.

"Zi la——!"

The sharp tearing sound of cloth, accompanied by the weak weeping of the woman and the heavy panting of the man, echoed in the abandoned glass greenhouse.

"Don't—don't, don't, don't, stop! Uh... help, help me..."

The night was dark and heavy, and the sound of thunder and rain drowned out the desperate cries for help. They were like onlookers who were high above but silent.

The man grinned grimly and opened his trousers. The American navy cap, which symbolizes honor and courage, was casually thrown in the grass by him, crumpled and stained with mud.

The sobbing gradually became more tragic.

I don't know when, the rustling sound resounded from all directions, like a group of snakes climbing among the grass leaves.They quickly condensed and merged into a huge shadow, clawing and clawing to envelop the human male.

The man paused, as if he had noticed something.

He raised his head.

"What the hell... Ah! Don't come here! The monster ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The man's screams stopped abruptly.

The wind and rain stopped outside the greenhouse, but this night, there was still no moonlight.

……

The next morning.

"Hello everyone, welcome to the beautiful blue city - Yokohama, I am your guide for this trip, you can call me yoko sauce~"

The girl was waving the small flag of the travel agency, and her golden twin ponytails were tied into fluffy short braids under her ears. The braids swayed with her steps, like the sun reflecting on the sea, and shimmering broken gold fell down.

Behind her is the port and the sea.

"Our Yokohama is a warm and lively lovely city. As an important water and land transportation hub, her inclusiveness comes from all corners of the country, and her openness and tolerance are inherited in the vast ocean..."

It is a poetic summer day, the sea breeze brings moist and slightly salty breath, and the long whistle of the ship skims across the blue sky, wading through the water with the sound of the waves.

The brick red fisherman's hat was almost stolen by the mischievous wind, the girl put her hands on top of her head, and smiled crookedly with a pair of clear deer eyes, like a beautiful coastline.

"Our current location is Yamashita Park, please follow me closely, don't fall behind, some areas are very dangerous, tourists are not allowed to approach! The first stop we are going to is——"

"Dip-woo-dip-woo-"

The girl's voice was interrupted by the roaring police car. She narrowed her eyes, showing a bit of sharpness that didn't match her temperament for a while, and then smiled again, revealing a small canine tooth.

"Sorry, it seems that I can't spend a happy time with everyone. Our society will send a new tour guide for you as soon as possible, please wait a little longer."

"Oh, what happened?"

"And that leaves us?"

The tourists whispered, and the inquisitive people eavesdropped beside the police car, and finally came back to tell everyone:

"I heard that the dead person was a foreigner. Our tour guide seems to be a suspect."

"Oh my god, the one who died couldn't be a tourist, right?"

"I'm a little scared now, but luckily she was caught!"

Among the tourists, a child raised his head and asked his mother, "Mom, is the suspect the murderer?"

"Who knows." His mother muttered irresponsibly with a straight face.

An hour later, Yokohama Metropolitan Police Department.

"Name?"

"yoko."

In the interrogation room where the temperature was lowered, the girl slumped on the table, her fingertips unconsciously curling her temples and hair slightly: "Uncle policeman, I really didn't smash the glass. I have a TV show I want to watch at four o'clock. Can you let me go back quickly?"

"Yangzi, right?" The policeman lowered his head and wrote a few strokes, then asked, "What's your surname?"

"It's not Yoko, it's Yoko from Yokohama... Did you listen to me?"

Another younger trainee policeman slapped the case file on the table, "The glass in the greenhouse shattered, and you are the only one standing in front of the broken glass with a football in your arms. Who else could there be?"

"It's a three-coloured cat."

Yoko frowned and recalled: "The cat jumped out suddenly, broke the glass and ran away immediately. The group of children were afraid that the adults would think they did it, so they all dispersed. So I am just an unlucky one who was innocent. It’s just poor passers-by who just want to play football with those kids.”

"Then why did you run into the yard to pick up the football again? Did you see something?"

"It's a pity that the football was thrown there and discarded. It has a limited edition signature of the Yokohama Mariners on it!"

The girl blinked, and said aggrievedly: "Can you return it to me? It has already been discarded. If I pick it up, it will be mine!"

The trainee policeman let out a "ha" and squinted at her.

"What is that look in your eyes? Do you doubt me? I can tell you where the cat is, maybe you can find glass shards on him!"

Yoko said unconvinced, then closed his sea-blue eyes, paused for two seconds, then opened——

"You know Leibo Street, which is very close to the concession, right? On the highest tin roof, that cat is there now."

The tone was firm, as if she could see it thousands of miles away.

The trainee policeman froze for a moment: "Could it be that you are—"

The senior suddenly interrupted him:

"Before you came, you should have heard from the field staff that we found the body of a foreigner in that glass greenhouse. The time of death was around 11 o'clock the night before yesterday."

Across a long table, he pushed the photo of the scene to Yoko, and then crossed his fingers on the table, pursed his lips into a line, and looked at the girl calmly.

"Miss Yoko, what were you doing at that time? Can someone prove that you were not there?"

The mansion where the corpse was found has been abandoned for many years. Children living nearby often run in to play. The house is an amusement park for little warriors to explore and try their courage, and the grassy courtyard has become a natural playground.

The greenhouse was locked with iron chains, and through the dirty glass, only those plants that had not been taken care of for a long time and grew wantonly could be vaguely seen.

After receiving an anonymous call from the police, the police investigated nearby residents. Several witnesses said that they saw a very suspicious girl. She held a football in front of the broken glass in a daze for a long time yesterday - just like after committing a crime. The murderer who returned to the scene.

"Corpse? Foreigner?"

Yoko stared at the photo for a while, it was a very weird and terrifying scene - the corpse was stabbed beyond recognition with a saber, blood soaked into the soil, and the roses around the corpse were blooming enthusiastically, the bright red petals drank the blood, like Clusters of proud and angry flames.

Yoko shook his head with a dazed expression: "I don't know, I just went there because I like football... Of course I was sleeping at home at 11 o'clock the night before yesterday."

"Where is your home?"

"my home……"

Yoko was suddenly speechless.

"A good boy can't lie, you'd better tell the truth—"

The young policeman was patted on the shoulder by the senior just as he spoke halfway.

The two looked at each other and seemed to have something to say, so the interrogation was interrupted.

"Ha, football!"

Outside the interrogation room, the senior twitched the corner of his mouth. This half-smile expression made his face look full of sarcasm: "Everyone is discussing football, after all, summer is here!"

The man lit a cigarette, and anxiously scratched his hair that he hadn't washed because of overtime work for two days.

"Why did Yokohama succeed in its bid to host the World Cup? The Football Association was actually hijacked by those supernatural beings!"

"Senior...don't you like supernatural beings?"

The trainee policeman asked hesitantly.

"Most people who work in our line of work don't like it very much." The senior said vaguely, lowering his head and smoking a cigarette: "The inner world of this city is more important than any other city...how should I say that word?" with?"

"Arrogance?

"Yes, it's arrogance."

He raised his head and exhaled a smoke ring:

"I have been a city police officer in Yokohama for most of my life. If I want to say which emotion is the most profound, it is the sense of powerlessness."

——But didn’t you receive a bribe from the port mafia a few days ago, that’s a lot of money.

The young policeman said heartily.

People are really very complicated creatures. What they think in their hearts, what they say, and what they do with their bodies are always inconsistent.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, only heard each other's snort, oppressive and heavy.

"But how can you be sure that the little girl is from that world?"

After a while, the trainee policeman asked in a low voice.

"See that blue cloak on her?"

"What's wrong with the cloak? I think it looks pretty."

"Tsk, are you really a graduate of the police academy with all A's?" The senior scolded the young trainee policeman: "It's silk, very neat, without any creases, which means that she has a good life; at her age, she should still be a student, But the sailor uniform under the cloak is not the standard of any school in Yokohama; I just searched for her identity information through the intranet, no matter whether it is a supernatural person or an ordinary person, she does not exist in the two categories, and the travel agency also said that the company No such person."

"A rich, unidentified, undocumented superhuman who appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time, [-] percent, is from that world, and has something to do with this case relation."

"But it's too arbitrary to say that she killed the person—"

"Captain, the identity of the deceased has been found!" The technician in the team ran over, panting, "It's an overseas military officer, this is troublesome."

"I knew it would be like this." The man snuffed out the cigarette butt and sighed: "We can't control this matter, let's hand it over to the military and police."

……

The efficiency of Yokohama's city police is really not very good. At least when the moon is in the sky, Yoko is still locked up in an ordinary detention center.

The bed boards in the detention center were a bit damp. Dinner was pork chop curry rice. The pork chop was very hard and the curry was very salty. It was far worse than the one I had eaten before.

But yoko is still very happy to eat, any food, no matter it is delicious or not, every tasting experience is unique - just because there are no two identical tastes, every experience is precious.

When the door lock creaked, the girl's sea blue eyes lit up instantly.

"Are you the hero who came to help me escape from the claws of the dragon?"

She rushed to the door, whispering expectantly.

Across a door panel, the man played around with her in a flat voice: "Ah, if you really think so... then so be it."

"Odasaku, you are actually an angel descending to earth, right?"

The young man who used the wire to pry open the door lock carefully pushed the door open—he was no more than 20 years old, wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, with slightly messy reddish-brown hair, and he looked unkempt, standing loosely in the starlight.

"The wind was so strong that the window at home was blown so hard that it couldn't be closed, and a piece of it was broken."

Oda Sakunosuke paused, and continued without haste: "Actually, it can be smaller, I can detect it, and I won't ignore you."

"I'm sorry, I'll fix the windows for you." Yoko clasped his hands together and raised his head above his head: "I also lost your new job, sorry!"

"It's okay, I was the one who asked you to help me out for a day."

The former freelance killer-Mr. Oda Sakunosuke, for some reason, washed his hands in the golden bowl when he was a teenager, and now he is just a wage earner with several part-time jobs.

In order to evade responsibility, the owner of the hotel did not dare to admit that the tour guide of these tourists was Oda.

Units that do not require ID cards and resumes are really unreliable, and fortunately they are unreliable.

"No, I have to take responsibility for this." Yoko clenched his fists firmly: "Odasaku, let's go to sea tomorrow!"

"Down what?"

Odasaku had a very rare expression of surprise, although most people may not be able to see any difference from usual.

"Eat the mountains by the mountains, and eat the sea by the sea. Isn't that what our ancestors used to say? Now a meal of the top sashimi dishes can eat up a house. This is a business opportunity. We can fish. !"

Originally Yoko was bouncing and walking ahead, but at this moment she turned around suddenly, and there was a seagull and a gear on the chain that fixed the cloak on her chest, and the two small pendants swayed with her large movements.

She spread her arms like a bird, and looked very happy.

"We can catch a lot of fish, so we can buy a house with a small yard next to the sea, and then you can concentrate on writing and write an immortal masterpiece like The Old Man and the Sea."

"You want to say 'out to sea'."

Oda Saku thought for a while, and finally nodded, agreeing to the proposal: "Okay, let's go to sea."

"Well...we don't have a boat, and we don't have any fishing equipment, but we are human, so we can find a way, right?"

Yoko snapped his fingers: "Then it's such a happy decision."

After a pause, she tugged at Odazuku's sleeve, and said in a low voice, with some guilt: "Odazuku, I don't kill people for no reason, and it's not—"

She stopped talking suddenly, and Odasaku stopped immediately.

In the next second, Yoko reached out quickly, even faster than Odasaku. She grabbed Odasaku's clothes, jumped, and landed on the roof beside the road.

The movement is as light as a feather.

"boom--!!!"

The ground trembled amidst the loud noise, and the ground that the two of them stepped on just now was blasted with cobweb-like cracks, and the air waves generated by the explosion almost sent the two of them flying.

The flames soared into the sky, reflecting the night as if it were day.

"The port mafia and the GSS." Oda said: "We are unlucky, and we ran into a gang fight."

The author has something to say: Long time no see, I'm opening fandom again!Micro-sand sculpture + serious drama style, no abuse, no abuse, no abuse!I send four!

This time the heroine is not a human being, but a respectable Yokohama mother [what's wrong

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