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

The yacht was safely parked at the pier.

Sure enough, Hong Kong gangsters took action, and I don't know how to do it. Neither the military police nor foreign troops garrisoned them again.

For a long time after that, life was uneventful. Yoko became famous at the pier, and no power in Yokohama dared to directly touch her.

Bombers and warships are not afraid of others, if you dare to provoke this ancestor, your brain will be taken out of the pot for you.

"Boss."

"Say."

Yoko was lying on the roof, addicted to the forum and unable to extricate himself, he agreed casually.

Wu Jian looked at the garbage sorting brochure and wanted to cry: "Are wet wipes wet garbage?"

Yoko didn't look back: "Dry garbage."

"What about dried nuts?"

"Wet trash."

The boy in Wujian took a deep breath: "The crayfish is just wet garbage, the yellow lobster head is dry garbage, the meat is wet garbage, and the lobster head is dry garbage?"

Yoko typed like flying: "Aquatic products are all wet garbage."

"What about clam shells?"

"Dry garbage."

"Ah, ah, I'm going crazy! Throw me in the trash can!" Wu Jian's hair was about to be bald, his eyes were dull, and he was thinking: "Dry trash wet trash dry trash wet trash... what am I? Rubbish?"

"The whole ones are hazardous waste, and the broken ones need to be reported to the police."

Yoko finally moved his eyes away from the phone, and glanced at the boy: "Then the question is, if you bought a cup of milk tea and didn't finish it, which trash can should you throw it in?"

"Wet, wet garbage? No, dry garbage? It doesn't seem right either..."

"It's all wrong. If you don't know how to throw it away, you should go to a restaurant to eat, and then leave the milk tea cup in the restaurant and let others worry about it. People have to learn to be flexible, boy~"

Wu Jian: "..."

It makes sense, and I can't argue with that.

"Whether it's dry or wet, let the pigs eat it. What pigs can eat is kitchen waste, what will kill them is harmful garbage, and what pigs don't eat is other garbage. Recyclable garbage means that you can buy pigs after selling it."

"Leave the pig alone, it has paid too much for human beings." Wu Jian collapsed on the roof, and said weakly: "Why should I carry this? Leibo Street doesn't need garbage sorting."

"I decided to implement garbage sorting on Leibo Street. Even if it fails in the end, do you still plan to stay here for the rest of your life?"

Yoko asked something straight to the heart.

Wu Jian was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty: "Is it not possible? I will learn fighting skills hard, and I will be able to protect everyone."

"Father picked you up, not to indulge you into punks who can only fight. My father, I hope that you will study hard and exercise your body, so that you can build this city well in the future."

"But I'm just a punk, and I can't be called excellent in any way." The boy in Wujian lowered his head, looking lost and confused: "Is it okay? We are ordinary people."

"Yes, definitely." Yoko looked at the children learning to write under the roof, and smiled: "Everything that is extraordinary comes from the ordinary, and it will eventually return to the ordinary."

"This character is pronounced as 'horizontal', the 'horizontal' of 'Yokohama', and this is how it is written in hiragana."

In order to teach a few younger children to read, Haruno Kirako took a small wooden stick and drew it on the sand table.

Yoko said softly, "You see, the change has already started from here."

Ever since Yoko became popular in Leibo Street, the site has become bigger and bigger, and more and more people have turned to him.Some are seeking asylum, some are Mu Qiang, and some are simply interested in her.

She only accepts children under the age of 16. She takes them to the beach for training in the morning, and free teaching time in the afternoon. The older children teach the younger ones to read, but most of the time Yoko is the guest teacher.

"Although you can't tell the difference between 'promise with your body' and 'work your life for me', you are also the much-loved teacher Yoko."

Wujian said with a mocking face, reread the word "teacher", and was finally knocked on the head by Yoko.

"Boss." Yuxing and Shirase came back from shopping outside, "We picked up one person."

"No, there is another mouth to eat." Zimao covered his head and groaned: "The family can't make ends meet, and if this continues, each person can only provide one meal a day."

"Is there any bounty mission we can accept?" Wu Jian almost leaked his little broken mobile phone.

"No, I've seen it. Those tasks are not up to your abilities, and if you go there, you will die." Yoko said slowly.

Shirase pushed Youxing lightly, and Yuxing lowered her head guiltily, and whispered, "Boss, you are so powerful, you can obviously accept a mission with a higher reward."

Yoko glanced at the two of them.

This glance was casual, but Shirase's body stiffened for a moment, as if X-rays had scanned his whole body, seeing through him inside and out.

This young man had defected after she became famous in World War I, and was slightly older than the other children.

Those who come from outside must have more careful thoughts than others.

"Let's go and see who you picked up."

Yoko jumped down from the roof and didn't answer Yuxing's words from the beginning to the end.

The girl bit her lip, and lowered her eyes to cover up the bit of unwillingness she accidentally showed.

She glanced at Shirase, who shook his head at her.

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Seeing the picked-up child, Yoko almost turned around and ran away.

"This is what you picked up?!" She pointed at the child, the corners of her eyes were twitching, her fingers were trembling, and her whole body was resisting.

"You guys are too good at picking it up, why didn't you pick up an aircraft carrier back?!"

It was a teenager, wearing a rider jacket, fourteen or fifteen years old, with a very outstanding appearance. His short orange-red hair complemented the burning sunset in the sky.

The problem is, this man, he is not a child!He is not even a human being in the strict sense, he is a terrifying existence comparable to nuclear | weapons!

Seeing him, Yoko felt a dull pain in his body, remembering the fear of being blasted out of Raibo Street by Aragami seven years ago.

"That... where did you pick him up?"

"It's on the side of the road." Youxing looked at Yoko suspiciously, not quite understanding why she reacted so strongly. "It was raining just now. We saw him lying on the side of the road. We thought he had suffered some kind of injury. But when we touched his forehead, we found that his body temperature was enough to fry an egg."

It turns out that "Huangba vomiting" also has a fever?

She always thought that idiots don't have fevers.

Yoko was a little worried, she squatted beside the bunk and touched the boy's forehead, the temperature was indeed frighteningly high.

She thought for a while, and ordered: "Zimao, go to the clinic and buy an ammonium barbital, and one of you will give him a shot later."

In short, let's reduce the fever first. Although I don't know why he has a fever, symptomatic treatment is always no problem.

"That..." Zimao was about to say that barbital ammonia seems to be a butt needle, but was interrupted.

"Wow wow boss—"

Yoko sighed: "Tell me, what's the matter."

Since raising these human cubs, she has no time to check her phone.

Mao rushed in from outside the house, tearfully said: "A friend of mine is missing, I can't find him..."

Mao likes to inquire about things, he has this talent, and Yoko, who advocates "teaching without discrimination", let him run around and make all kinds of friends.

"My friend is Sasuke Sanada, the grandson of the former police chief of Kanagawa, but his grandfather mobilized all the police force but couldn't find him."

"Do you have a picture of your friend?" Yoko asked.

As the city will of Yokohama, she has an omniscient perspective, and she can see everything that happens in the city with her eyes, but generally she rarely uses her abilities.

After all, she is not a voyeur, and a large amount of information flows in instantly, which is too heavy for her who is currently maintaining a human form, and it is completely unnecessary.

Mao wiped away tears: "I don't have any photos, but his family has photos, I asked them to wait outside Leibo Street."

"Let's go then."

……

Waiting outside Leibo Street were three teenagers—Genichiro Sanada, who was wearing a peaked cap and looked a bit mature; Seiichi Yukimura, who was pretty like a girl, and...

"Are you also a relative of that child?"

Yoko asked the bandaged boy in a three-piece suit and a long black trench coat.

Maybe he felt that Dazai was exuding an aura of not being a good person, but the other two teenagers who looked like junior high school students stood far away from him.

"I'm here to see Ms. Yoko, isn't it expensive to raise a child? I have a big business here."

Dazai leaned lazily against the wall, and glanced at the two junior high school students, "Maybe we both came here for the same thing."

"Let's talk one by one." Yoko nodded at Dazai with the tip of his chin: "Acquaintances are preferred."

"It's not easy to get preferential treatment from Miss."

Dazai took out a few pieces of information to Yoko: "The day before yesterday, two Hong Kong and black patrols disappeared inexplicably in the middle of the night, and another one disappeared yesterday. We investigated the surveillance and used the power of the organization, but we still couldn't find anyone."

"Ah, by the way." Dazai's face turned serious, and his tone sank slightly: "According to the order of the shift, there is Odasaku in today's patrol team."

Yoko paused, looked up at him, and said in a very surprised tone, "Are you threatening me?"

"No, I know Miss hates being threatened the most, how could she do such a thing." Dazai looked aggrieved: "I came here with sincerity."

With that said, he took out a black card and handed it to Yoko.

"What do you mean?" Yoko took a step back and looked at him warily.

"Salary card, this is my salary. Although I am not considered a regular employee of Hong Kong and Black, my salary is quite a lot."

The card was turning back and forth between Dazai's dexterous fingers. He lowered his voice and showed a... evil and charming smile, his eyes revealed three parts of coldness, three parts of sarcasm and four parts of indifference: "Woman, I want an airplane tank |gram or rocket | bazooka? Take it and brush it casually."

After saying this, his voice and expression returned to normal in an instant: "Isn't that what's written in the book? The heroine is very moved. Isn't Miss moved?"

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move, she doesn't dare to move at all, and the heroine of the CEO doesn't want to buy airplanes, tanks, fire|rockets, right?

"...Do you still read romance?"

"No." Dazai tilted his head to show his cuteness: "It's the young girl from the leader's family who is watching. I accidentally caught a glimpse of it once."

Please immediately, immediately, immediately forget what you have read!

"Put away your salary card, and just transfer the payment to the account I designated."

Yoko looked at the two junior high school students again.

"I know what you entrusted. Give me the picture of the child."

Genichiro Sanada glanced at Dazai, his face was tense, and he looked a little nervous: "I'm not as rich as him, but please, let me do whatever you want."

He bent down and made a ninety-degree bow to Yoko.

Sasuke has been missing for two days, and all the police forces have been dispatched but failed to find anyone. The city of Yokohama has many boundaries that cannot be pondered. Neither he nor his family can imagine what happened to the child.

When he was most desperate, the boy's friend Mao came to him and said that there might be a way, but he couldn't tell his family.

But Sanada did not expect that this "method" turned out to be a girl who looked younger than him.

Even the Mafia came to ask her for help, so maybe she is really capable.

"Who are you to that kid?" Yoko asked.

"Uncle." Sanada glanced at Yukimura next to him, "This is my friend."

"Please." Yukimura also bowed to Yoko.

"No need to pay, that child is Mao's friend, I will help you for free." Yoko said, taking the information from Sanada's hand.

"It's really unfair." Dazai moved his head closer and blinked his eyes: "Obviously I'm also Miss's friend, why don't I have this preferential treatment?"

"Heh." Yoko pushed Dazai's furry head aside: "Whenever you stop lying to me, stop thinking about how to plot against me, I will admit that you are my friend."

She didn't hear a response for a long time, she looked up and found Dazai's expression was a little strange.

"Really?" Dazai looked at her firmly, and paused every word.

Yoko looked back blankly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Dazai lowered his head and smiled, avoiding the girl's gaze, and spoke lightly, as if talking to himself:

"It's a little difficult."

The author has something to say: Ammonium barbital, also known as Antongding, has a fast fever reduction, and it is a butt needle. Imagine Zhongye's daughter-in-law holding on to her waistband tightly, and the shadow on the opposite side is approaching step by step, um, I think……

Chuya (open dirty): No, you don't want to!

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The heroine is now positioned as "Songyang Leibo Street"

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Garbage sorting stalks come from the Internet, friends in Shanghai, how are you doing~

Garbage classification in Japan will be more detailed, including what to throw out on the day of the week, what kind of garbage is thrown out several times a week, and when throwing large garbage (such as suitcases, wardrobes, furniture, appliances, and bicycles), you must call the district government in advance, and the district government will help people deal with it for a fee. This kind of garbage (charging can really reduce waste)

So this chapter is just a joke, no need to be serious.