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

On the hills overlooking Yokohama, among the lush mountain roads, there is a cemetery overlooking the sea.

The sound of the ship's whistle skimmed across the sea, flocks of red-billed white gulls jumped up and flew away.

They hovered over the city, and finally settled in the cemetery. Their little beaks mercilessly pecked at the girl in the blue cloak who was lying sprawled in front of the tombstone.

"Oh, don't peck, it hurts..."

Yoko sat up dazedly.

"Standard RPG game scene, resurrected in the graveyard after death."

The girl rubbed her eyes, muttered lazily, and scratched the back of her head, only to realize that not only was her hair loose, but also her fisherman's hat had gone somewhere.

Not long ago, she and Dazai were stepped into the eye of the formation by Hakata, and then it was like falling into a bottomless pit with a tornado hurricane.

At the beginning, they tried their best to hold each other tightly so as not to be blown away, but they were defeated by unknown forces in a short while.In the end, the person was blown apart, and the little rubber band that tied Yoko's hair was ripped off by Dazai.

"That guy from Hakata, just for a bad ramen, as for it!"

Yoko patted the ashes off his clothes, stood up and looked at the cemetery in front of him.

She has an impression of this place, but the "smell" in the air is not the Yokohama she was familiar with before. Even her abilities have been suppressed, and her control over the city has almost disappeared.

There were several brand-new tombstones standing around, and Yoko sat under one just now, and the white bouquet piled up in front of the tombstone had been crushed by her.

She glanced over from the corner of her eye: "I'm so sorry, wait until I re--"

After a pause, she saw clearly the black English lettering on the tombstone:

"Dazai Osamu, the former leader of Hong Kong and black, rests here forever"

Yoko: "Who sleeps forever?"

That Osamu Dazai?

died?

Wait, the former leader of Hong Kong and black? ? ?

He is really promising.

Yoko sighed inwardly.

From this point of view, she came to the future decades later?

Thinking of this, Yoko's eyes unconsciously shifted to the date of death in small characters on the tombstone. She counted with her fingers and whispered: "No, according to the previous time point, it has only been five years?"

She looked at the tombstone in disbelief, covered her face and shouted: "That is to say, he only lived for five years? Isn't his life too fragile?"

Thinking of some possibility, Yoko walked around the tombstone irritably, just in time to see a few lines behind the tombstone.

The hand-carved font looks wild and uninhibited, but the semantics are full of resentment——

"This guy jumped to his death, leaving behind a mess, which is very annoying. If anyone goes down, help me give him a hard punch."

"This person's lifelong enemy will remain in the Central Plains"

Yoko: "..."

After praising this guy for his promise, did he commit suicide in the end?

What a success!

As if seeing her stocks crashing, the girl felt sad and squatted on the ground and cried.

"Azhizhi, you died so badly!"

An old lady walked by, she seemed to be visiting the grave.Seeing Yoko crying so pitifully, she was moved with compassion.

"Girl, I'm so sad. You can't come back to life after death. Those of us who are left behind must live a good life."

The old lady patted the girl on the back to help her calm down, and asked gently, "Is this deceased person your lover?"

Yoko wiped his eyes, sniffled and said, "No, it was me who smashed it."

The old lady can't understand English, but it doesn't prevent her from being able to brainstorm.

——The child is gone, no wonder you are so sad.

Seeing that Yoko is not very old, she comforted: "It's okay, such a cute child must have gone to heaven to enjoy the blessings. You are still young, you can have another one."

Yoko burst into tears.

"It's hard to raise such a big son, and he will die as soon as he dies. He is so heartless. And he is definitely not going to heaven, he is so black, he will definitely go to hell..."

The old woman looked at Yoko suspiciously, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Why does this mother curse her son to go to hell?

The kind old lady decided to comfort the other party in another way.

"How did your son get there?"

"Hey, he committed suicide by jumping off the building."

The old lady thought that the child died of an accident or illness at most, but she didn't expect it to be suicide.

"Uh, jumping off a building." She hesitated for a moment, and said, "The son must have been unhappy during his lifetime, right? Death was a relief for him, a rest after fatigue. He just did something that was easier for him. s Choice."

"I know, but I'm really trying to make him happy."

Yoko covered his face and cried sadly: "Ajiji, don't be too hard on yourself. Dad is willing to do everything for you except to fall in love with daddy——"

The old woman froze completely.

This girl claims to be a father, is it a transgender person?

The son wanted to fall in love with his father, but the father didn't want to, so the son committed suicide?

What's the matter.

"Oh, I'm old, I don't understand you young people anymore."

The old lady shook her head, patted Yoko on the shoulder, and left tremblingly with her hands behind her back.

Yoko sat in front of Dazai's tombstone for three days.

At dusk three days later, she wiped away her tears and stood up, and the dry wind blew through the sea-blue skirt.

She thought, she must first figure out the truth at this point in time.

About why Osamu Dazai became the leader of Hong Kong gangsters and why he committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Of course, the most important thing is to find a way to go back.

The extremely tiny sound of blades of grass rubbing against each other suddenly sounded behind him, like a nimble cat, more like a ghost.

—— Well-trained, sounds that humans can hardly detect with hearing alone.

Yoko turned around abruptly, under the setting sun, the copper-haired young man showed astonishment in his eyes.

Looking at each other, she suddenly said hoarsely: "You..."

The young man scratched his hair, and said in a helpless tone, "Before I received a commission, it was said that there was a ghost crying in the cemetery. It turned out to be a little girl."

He put down the gun and looked at Yoko with a completely unfamiliar look.

"Yokohama is not safe at night, especially in front of this person's grave. You should go home quickly."

Yoko was stunned, and called him tentatively: "Oda Tsukuru?"

Hearing this name, the young man's expression became even more strange.

"Everyone calls me Oda, but only... who are you? Did you know me before?"

Yoko was silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and said with difficulty: "Who else called you that before?"

Oda tapped the tombstone behind her with his chin, and said vaguely, "It's the one lying down."

Yoko is messed up.

Osamu Dazai is dead.

Odasaku didn't know her.

What kind of fucking world is this?Isn't it five years later?

·

In the end, Yoko was taken back to her home by Odasaku, and she confirmed again that this place is really not five years later.

And Odasaku, unexpectedly, adopted, 15 children!

15!Is he going to raise an army? !

The oldest, Xingsuke, has already entered junior high school, Sakule just started elementary school, and there are a bunch of children, big and small, making noise, making Odasaku's home look like an orphanage.

"I really underestimated you, Odasaku."

Several two- and three-year-old children used Yoko as a cat climbing frame and climbed on her.

"Ah... this is hair, don't pull it!"

The girl pulled her hair back, looked at the red-haired young man dreamily, and asked him, "Is the salary enough to raise so many children?"

Odasaku nodded, and said honestly: "For the time being, it's enough. Butei's salary is very generous. Oh, and there's also the manuscript fee. I won the newcomer award before."

"Wow, are you still writing?" Yoko's eyes lit up: "Have you finished the book you want to write the most?"

Odasaku didn't question why Yoko knew this, but just tapped his head with his fingers:

"It's all here, but I don't have the tools and technology to map it to the real world, just like a mountaineer who is at a loss before the world's highest peak with only an ice stick."

"Don't lose your confidence, Odasaku!" Yoko's tone was very solemn, and he clenched his fists to encourage him: "If you don't even write, no one in the world can write!"

Hearing this sentence, Odasaku was stunned again.

Yoko blinked, "What's wrong?"

"These words, that person also said..."

Yoko didn't ask who it was this time because she guessed it.

So what is going on in this world!

There is no living Dazai Osamu, there is no Raibo Street Free School, and no one familiar with her knows her. Oda Saku, who was supposed to work in Hong Kong, works in Butei, and has adopted 15 children... Oh, count her now 16.

Oda Saku thought for a while, and gave a crushing answer: "Actually, you are the 17th, and the 16th has work tonight, so you won't come back."

This was not a shock until she saw Akutagawa who also worked in the Armed Detective Agency, and learned from Oda Saku that he was the 16th.

Akutagawa, wearing a straw hat, a worn-out suit and a long coat, and a well-tied tie, was waving a hoe in the farmland with his colleague Kenji Miyazawa with a serious face, and talking about topics she couldn't understand at all— —

"The mixing ratio of pesticides..."

"Effects of Nicotinic Pesticides on the Biosphere..."

"Yes, then use pyrethroid preparations..."

Yoko made a terrified expression.

Forgive her for complaining again, what the hell is this fucking world!

·

The reason why I met Akutagawa was because Yoko proposed to Oda Saku that he wanted to join the detective agency.

She had heard of Natsume Soseki's three-point idea in the original world, but the detective agency in that world didn't start long, and this world was five years longer, so the influence of the detective agency should not be underestimated.

Perhaps because of a certain rule, there is no city will or gods here, it is like a small branch of a tree when the world develops to a certain stage.

Yoko's ability is suppressed, and he can't obtain information through the control of the city. The detective agency, as a gray organization that stands side by side with black and white, should be able to inquire about some information.

As Odasaku's "new adopted daughter", with the recommendation of her adoptive father, it is not difficult to meet the president.President Fukuzawa asked Yoko and Kunikida to compete.

Then Yoko punched Kunikida flying.

"Ah, sorry!"

She hurried over to help Kunikida up.

From this point of view, she is left with only the character of Strong Woman!

Hate Hakata, hate Fuyuki, you give me back the crown of Lord of Yokohama!

The girl looked at the young man with blond hair and glasses who had grown up, and fell into thinking again: Did the little teacher also go to the detective agency?According to the replacement principle that both Oda Saku and Akutagawa are in the detective agency, could it be that in the original world, Kunikida later joined the port mafia?

Yoko glanced at Kunikida's naturally righteous face, thinking the possibility was a bit scary, and it was best she was wrong.

"Looking at your strength, there is no problem joining the detective agency, but there will be a test later, and you can become an official member after passing the test."

And tests? !

Wow, she is most afraid of this.

Yoko rubbed his hands together nervously, discussing cautiously: "But I haven't been to school, can the test be made less difficult, is it okay for those under the third grade?"

——Let me tell you a real joke. The principal of a certain school has never been to school.

President Fukuzawa stared blankly, and continued with a straight face: "I can't tell you the content of the test, this is the tradition of the detective agency."

"Okay, okay QAQ"

The exam is coming, what grade book should she start reading?

After meeting the president, Odasaku took her to meet her colleagues, and then she saw the sweating old farmer in the field... Ah no, Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Yoko: "Well, I have a way to become stronger, you can try it, do handstand push-ups with Rashomon—"

What she never expected was that Akutagawa's answer was very Buddhist: "True strength is not in force, but in people's hearts. The one who understands this is no longer a wild dog, and is currently practicing how to become a human being."

——Simply put, it is learning to be a human being?

Yoko's expression was twisted.

She persisted in asking: "Well, do you know Mr. Dazai?"

As a fanboy, how could he not be touched by this name?

"Dazai? Osamu Dazai of the Port Mafia? What do you want him to do?"

Akutagawa's eyes suddenly became fierce, even with a bit of ferocity: "Solving cases, achieving achievements, helping the weak, and proving that I am not a villain are my goals."

Yoko didn't really want to talk.

"Why is this world like this?"

She turned her head and hugged Odasaku's arm and cried.

"The world is not worth it, Odasaku..."

Even Akutagawa has become less fun, no wonder Dazai chose to end it once and for all.In this cold world, only Oda Saku can give her some warmth.

However, Yoko's sobs became louder when he thought that his warmth had been divided into 17 equal parts.

"It's too difficult for me, wow..."

In order to express her anger towards the world, she secretly ran to Dazai's tombstone holding an old-fashioned tape recorder at night.

She wants to dance on his grave!

She wants to make him die with regret!

Let you jump off the building!

Let you kill yourself!

"Love is a light, so beautiful—"

"Unlike in any sense, you are the green light—"

"From now on, you are in my heart, only green—"

She is completely liberated, what a broken sun;

She's going to have a relationship, hundreds of times!

Amidst the messy music, someone walked slowly with a shovel on their shoulders.

"I'm still thinking, who would play this kind of music on my grave. It really is you, Ah Heng."

The boy with black hair in a long windbreaker wrapped in bandages and under a fisherman hat walked up to the tombstone and dropped the shovel with a bang.

He looked at the girl in a daze, folded his arms and said with a half-smile:

"You can always surprise me. You can dance on the grave, huh?"

The last "um" rose slightly, full of threat.

"you you you you you--"

Yoko pointed at him with trembling fingers, unable to utter a whole sentence for a long time.

This is Osamu Dazai, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, the one who fell into the eye with her!

He still wears the Little Red Riding Hood she lost on his head!

Give me back give me back ==

Yoko looked at the boy resentfully.

Then she noticed the shovel that Dazai dropped, and she was instantly brought into focus:

"You want to dig a grave?!"

Damn, this guy is so ruthless that he even digs his own grave!

Osamu Dazai, you are a werewolf.

The author has something to say: the achievements of the grave head dancers have been achieved

The leader was slaughtered and his grave was dug [in progress]

-

It is said that Zai is always very interested in other people's matching (cute) pieces (points), such as Kunikida's glasses, such as Tosi's hat.

Secretly take it away and put it on, and ask others how they are, whether they are handsome or not, and whether they are handsome men.

I think this is so cute!

----

In the last chapter, a reader named [Mo Jingzhi] commented that I laughed so hard, I have to share it with you:

Solution: We can know from the title

Mori Slag and Oda Saku are in-laws

② Dazai and Yoko have a "biological" son, Masaki, and other sons of the Mafia

③If Masaki called the Hong Kong gangsters and other mafias as uncles, the other mafia would be his natal family ②Other mafias are a group of "brothers"

The summary can be obtained: If there is a family theory war, the slag is a loner and a dog's head jpg......

------

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angels who cast [Line mines]: Chuan Ji_Eighteen 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

hzjt8710 bottles; 5 bottles of Yeying Youyue, Tianyi, momo; 4 bottles of Last Night Stardust; 1 bottle of saiiiiii;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!