After the Hong Kong black hat stand appeared

354.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Mr. Nakaya——

[is saki not misaki]: [picture] [picture] [picture]

[It's saki not misaki]: Look!It's a three-flowered cat!It stuck to me all the way when I went out today and almost came home with me!

[It's saki, not misaki]: Happy Cat.jpg.

I have changed.

I used to think that I was an ordinary fierce girl who died in a house, so I must be incompatible with that kind of pink love atmosphere.

however.

I swipe the screen expressionlessly, scrolling through the chat logs from the past few weeks.

It's unbelievable that I can say such boring words.

The chat history went back to the latest one, and I chewed those few sentences over and over again, feeling like I had eaten a big piece of cream cake.

But, maybe this is the charm of love...

Although I am very ashamed when I look through the chat records now, I must also admit that I sent these messages that seem to be coquettish.

And when I sent these messages, my heart was indeed as happy as these words seemed.

Cough, this is probably the girl's heart in the legend.

If I look carefully, I suddenly feel that some of the words posted by those love bloggers are not unreasonable.

For example, after falling in love, you will unconsciously share the little things in your life with your partner.

I looked at the blank message bar, grabbed the phone and rolled over on the bed.

Woo.

Mr. Nakaya has been busy again recently.

After confirming the relationship, we went out on a few dates, but soon he entered the state of seeing the end of the dragon.

I can only use the information given to me by Mr. Chuya to roughly judge where he is doing the mission.

[Don't go to xxx Street recently, if you must go, remember to avoid this address. 】

Well, I know what Chuya-san has been up to lately.

I always feel that since his identity was exposed by Munakata Reiji, Mr. Nakaya seems to have lost some strange baggage.

Now he'll tell me straight up which street "might" be "a little" messy the closest, and hopes I won't come near it.

Cough, the "maybe" and "somewhat" are definitely Mr. Chuya's modesty.

But that's all he said. Mr. Nakaya never told me the details of some missions, and I didn't want to care about them.

Once before, I quietly went to watch the incident after the storm passed.

emmmmmmm...

Just judging from the damage of that building, I believe Mr. Chuya said there was a Gora walking around here last night.

Since then, I have decided that I will never go where Mr. Chuya says it is dangerous.

The phone vibrated twice, and I stood up straight from the bed.

[Central Plains]: Oh, this cat looks familiar...

[Central Plains]: I always feel like I have seen it somewhere.

[It's saki, not misaki]: Maybe this cat lives in these two streets.

Hmm, Mr. Nakaya, have you seen that three-coloured cat?This is too coincidental.

But I think the three flowers all look similar, maybe Mr. Nakaya is wrong......

[It's saki, not misaki]: For a password, is it Gongsanhua?

[Central Plains]...How could I know someone's gender.

[It's saki, not misaki]: See if it has a cat bell.

[It's saki, not misaki]: So what Mr. Nakaya saw was just Gongsanhua.

[Central Plains]: ...

[Central Plains]: Yes...

Oh!

They are all male three flowers!

If this is the case, it should be sure that it is a cat, after all, male three flowers are super rare.

If Mr. Nakaya and I can bump into two different male sanhuas respectively, then we will be very lucky.

[Zhong Yuan]: Ah, by the way, are you starting school soon?

[It's saki not misaki]: Yes.

[It's saki, not misaki]: cats cry.jpg.

Damn, Mr. Nakaya, why don't you open which pot and carry which pot.

Yes, my wonderful summer vacation is coming to an end.

I am about to enter the third grade of the liver liver liver.

Alas, two days ago, the class teacher also sent a notice saying that the activity of visiting the university has been confirmed.

The place to visit is Yokohama National University, and the time to visit is next Monday.

That's right, it's vacation time.

Dead house crying.

At that time, I asked very tactfully if I could not go, but I was asked deadly by the head teacher.

"Does Shiina-san not want to participate in class activities?"

Even through the phone, I can hear your gnashing of teeth, teacher.

My heart tells me I just don't want to, but my mind tells me I'm probably going to die badly if I say that.

So I, who was very bad at rejecting people, finally agreed to participate in this activity under the coercion and lure of the teacher.

Tears.

It's so embarrassing that Sanriyue specifically instructed me yesterday.

But why would he want me not to participate in this event?

I told Mr. Chuya the sad news, and he responded quickly.

[Central Plains]: Oh, do you currently have a favorite university?

[It's saki, not misaki]: No, I originally planned to follow the fate.

It's salted fish.

Originally, I planned to work hard for the exam, and then choose the best school within my ability.

As for the goal, I really didn't think about it.

Speaking of which, because I am about to be in my third year of high school, I planned to pack up my game console and send it to Hatta two days ago.

Let him help take care of my harem three thousand within this year.

[Central Plains]: Oh, so.

[Central Plains]: What about Yokohama National University?I remember that one of my subordinates graduated here.

Come again?

I thought there was at most one Kawakami in Hong Kong and Hei from Dongdae.

Don't gangsters now have to look at their academic qualifications?

Mr. Nakaya sent a link, I clicked in and glanced at it, and found that it seemed to be the profile of Yokohama National University.

Well.

If it were this university, I wouldn't need to go to another place to study alone, and it would be closer to my grandfather and Mr. Nakaya.

If I think about it this way, I'm looking forward to next week's visit.

355.

heat.

Hot and humid.

Maybe it's really because I have been away from Yokohama for so long that I have forgotten how devilish Yokohama is at the end of July.

Probably because it is a seaside city, Yokohama at this time is like a giant steamer, all the humidity and heat are shrouded in the asphalt road.

And I am the worst crayfish in this steamer.

Don't ask why it's crayfish, just ask because I want to eat it.

"Have you heard, Shiina-san? There was a murder case here a few months ago."

I was walking at the end of the line, and I was listening to the introduction of the senior sister in front of me. Suddenly, a guy with glasses came up to me and whispered.

Well.

Who is this coming?

I seem to have the impression that it seems to be...

"I'm Yamada! Shiina-san, don't you remember me?"

The glasses brother pushed his round frame, I looked at the light reflected from it, and smiled knowingly.

"Oh oh oh!!"

Yamada?

who is coming.

what.

I remembered!

A transparent person who is more transparent than Fujimoto. Few people dare to approach him because he is obsessed with unnatural phenomena and urban legends.

Even if it's just obsession, this guy with glasses is also very dedicated.

He used to stay away from school and never go home. He hid in the utility room and lit candles to make a magic circle, saying that he would summon some ancient demon king to clean up the evils in this world.

The story ends with him nearly burning the school down and being suspended for a week.

Fortunately, the gatekeeper has the habit of watching the night every night.

"How do you know what happened inside Yokohama National University?"

I looked at Yamada who suddenly spoke to me with question marks all over my face.

What kind of murder is it?Why is there no news at all?

Yamada seemed to feel that I was interested, and he pulled me back a little excitedly.

Originally, the two of us were at the tail of the team, but he made such an operation, and the two of us left the team directly.

Yamada-san said mysteriously: "Because I knew the deceased, I was going to communicate with him."

"he?"

So is it some senior here?

"Yes, he is the president of the Supernatural Society here, just like me, the purpose is to summon the ancient demon king to eliminate heresy."

what.

Is this the second grade of junior high school and the second grade of junior high school?

Yamada-san danced around me and talked about their great cause, which made me almost believe what he said for a moment.

No, according to my current life experience, Yamada-san may really be a magical boy.

As if noticing my silence, Yamada stopped his speech by himself.

He looked at me sideways, and with his foxy face with a buff of yin and yang, I was afraid that he would point at me and shout "You stupid human being!" in the next second.

"But last month, this senior fell from a building suddenly." Yamada narrowed his eyes, pointed at my feet, and said lightly, "It fell on the manhole cover under your feet. "? ? ?

I was so frightened that I jumped directly to the side, and when I looked back, I realized that there was indeed a strange dark brown mark on the manhole cover.

It looked just like how oxygenated blood should look.

I don't need to look in the mirror to know that my expression must be pretty complicated right now.

I suspect that this student Yamada was sent by others to mess with my mentality.

Or it was intentional to dissuade me.

"I think he must have been reincarnated into a different world to become the devil king!"

When Yamada-san said this, his eyes gleamed, and I felt a very strange frenzy from him.

No, magical boys shouldn't be like this.

This is Secondary School.

I am very sure.

Although it may be a bit immoral to puncture other people's dreams, but I think if you let it go, sooner or later, Yamada-san will follow this "senior" to the "different world".

After thinking for a while, I said with a heavy face: "No, I think he is simply dead."

Yamada's expression froze. He opened his mouth in high spirits for a long time, and said the word "I" three or four times.

I patted him on the shoulder, and then hurriedly followed the main force.

356.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the visit was finally over.

Except for Yamada-san's strange conversation, the overall feeling is not bad.I like the campus of Yokohama National University very much. There are also majors I am interested in, and the distance from home is relatively close...

I have to honestly admit, I was tempted.

At the end of the visit, the senior sister also mentioned the accident about the senior.

She said that due to academic problems, the senior couldn't bear it and chose to commit suicide.

The senior sister specially warned us that life is the most important thing, no matter what happens, don't give up your life easily.

Thinking of the imprint on the manhole cover, I suddenly felt as if my chest was blocked.

Kind of stuffy.

357.

[Central Plains]: Saki?Is the event over?Where are you?

Wow, look at the three consecutive question marks.

[It's saki, not misaki]: It's over, now I'm on my way home.

[It's saki, not misaki]: What's the matter?

Almost as soon as my second message was sent out, Mr. Chuya's message broke in immediately.

[Central Plains]: Which way to go? ?

[Central Plains]: Don't take the commercial street road!

Ok?

Commercial street?

Speaking of which, since I have become familiar with Yokohama a lot in the past two months, I really didn't care much about which street I walked on when I was walking...

I was suddenly reminded by Mr. Chuya's news, so I raised my head in a daze.

what.

I seem to have reacted to something all of a sudden.

The explosion happened right in front of my eyes, the heat wave mixed with the shards of glass rushed to my face, the screams of the crowd and the sound of car horns were intertwined.

The pungent smell of chemical reagents filled my nostrils. Amidst the smoke and flames, I saw a man standing in the center of the explosion with his arms outstretched.

I walked the commercial street.

If you read correctly, the shop where I had matcha dessert with Mr. Nakaya last time is right in front.

If the explosion did not happen.

There are probably only ruins left there now.

I vaguely saw the figure in the smoke move, and then a strange laugh came out.

"Come with me on this great experiment!"

ha?

What kind of Frankenstein is this? ?

etc--

What is this guy throwing.

I looked down at what was rolling down in front of me, feeling more and more confused.

This is......

lemon?

Why would someone throw lemons.

"Be careful!!"

I heard someone yelling behind me, but before I could react, I felt my waist tighten.

Why do I feel that this scene is so familiar.

It seems that I was picked up again like a broken sack.

Well, that description may not be appropriate.

After all, no one is going to pick up the tattered burlap bag in the air, then turn around and crawl to the ground to protect it.

I felt myself being pinned to the ground, and the explosion sounded behind me.

What? !Was it a lemon-shaped bomb?This is too insidious!

When the heat wave passed, the people behind me let go, and I also got up and turned my head, and then met a strange face.

"Ah, thank you, this... Mr. Justice Passerby?"

The other party laughed after hearing my address, and I saw that the light blue barrier behind him was fading little by little.

Oh, a person with supernatural powers?

Mr. Zhengyi Passerby pulled me up from the ground, and then said, "Miss Shiina, I am Kawakami."

Oh!

Mr. Kawakami who abandons reason from black!My math savior!

I stared at him with sparkling eyes, feeling as if I had met my lifelong idol.

Hara, so Mr. Kawakami is so young!And she looks so delicate, no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a black man.

Mr. Kawakami smiled friendly, and then pointed to the location behind me: "Master Zhongyuan is worried about your safety, and he can't make it in time for other missions, so he sent me to pick you up."

Ah, so it is.

There was another explosion next to it, and I heard that lemon Frankenstein had started to make a strange little noise of "Jee Jie Jie".

Seeing this, Mr. Kawakami quickly pushed me into the back seat of the car.

Before closing the door, he poked his head out and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, we will send you to a safe place."

Although I was a little flustered in my heart, I still forced the corners of my mouth into a smile. Before I could utter the word thank you, Mr. Kawakami immediately slammed the car door hard.

So far, the inside and outside are isolated, and the sunlight is also blocked outside.

There was a dark film on both sides of the glass, and I could barely see which street we were on through the front windshield.

Well......

Should it be Mafia?

It's really black from beginning to end.

Because the big man driving the car and the big man sitting in the co-pilot were too serious, the atmosphere in the car basically dropped to freezing point, and I didn't even dare to speak.

But I still opened my mouth at the end.

Because I found out that this is not the way back to my grandpa's house.

Although Mr. Kawakami didn't say it clearly, what I imagined was "safe place = grandpa's house".

Almost for granted, I thought they must be sending me back to my grandfather's house.

Woo.

This is really a bit difficult for me.

Although I really want to ask, but I dare not.

I started to tangle up secretly.

After about 5 minutes, I watched the surrounding road scene become more and more unfamiliar, and even the passers-by became less and less, and I began to panic genuinely.

Be brave Shiina Saki.

You are Nakahara Chuya's girlfriend!

Anyway, you should have some confidence to ask questions.

Forcibly cheering myself up like this, I cleared my throat.

The big man in the co-pilot turned his head sideways. Even through the sunglasses, I could still feel the indifference of his gaze.

Don't, don't be cowardly!

"...Well, this doesn't seem to be the way back to my house."

The cowardly Shiina Saki only dared to be careful in probing.

The big man in sunglasses nodded.

......

Well, I really didn't say a word.

"Excuse me, where are we going?"

Lover Shiina Saki's courage value +1.

The big man in sunglasses seems to understand what I want to ask, but he still doesn't seem to want to have too much communication with me.

However, I caught a glimpse of the building in front of me out of the corner of my eye, and suddenly felt that I didn't need his explanation.

Five dark buildings stood in front of me, and I could clearly recognize them even without any sign.

The big guy in sunglasses said succinctly and concisely: "Hong Kong Black Headquarters."

I am stupid.

You took me to the place and why did you explain to me?

Why don't you gangsters play your cards according to the routine?