Group Pet Career in Yokohama

The dark green curtains are half drawn, and the room is a little dark. The western-style antique lamps are dimly lit, and the faint smell of smoke wafts in the air, making people sleepy even in the daytime.

Vaulted ceilings make the interior appear tall, surrounded by bookcases that reach to the top of the walls.

Warm and full of knowledge, Hill prefers that this is a library full of home atmosphere rather than a detective agency.

"Sit first." A green carved rattan chair was placed behind Hill, and the pedestrian from Ayatsuji picked up the pipe placed beside the ashtray, flicked the ash, and extinguished the spark.

"Thank you." Hill put his bag on the table casually, and through the gap in the curtains, he could see a flash of light on the tall buildings in the distance, which was the reflected light of the scope.

Glancing in the direction Hill was looking at, Ayatsuji pedestrian said nonchalantly: "This aspect is still the same as before, but the annoying guy is gone."

Hill bent his eyes, referring to Mr. Akata and the others.

"I'm going to make two cups of coffee, what do you want to add?" Ayatsuji walked towards the kitchen.

"Well, both milk and sugar."

He nodded, took out the filter paper from the coffee machine, and put in the ground coffee.He picked up the hot water pot next to him, and pulled out the glass rod from the shelf with his right hand. While draining the water, he slowly buffered the glass rod with boiling hot water.

Like doing an experiment, I carefully brewed two cups of coffee.One cup added two brown sugars according to my preference, and one cup added three milk balls and three ounces of milk according to the sweetness that Hill liked in memory.

"Meow~" There is a large cat climbing frame between the two bookcases, and the meowing came from there. A small pure black head suddenly popped out of the dark cat nest, followed by a second one.

There is a black cat and a three-haired cat. Their fur is smooth and smooth, and they are healthy. It can be seen that the owner has raised them very carefully.

The two cats jumped off the shelf as if fearless, and quickly ran to Hill's side, circling around her legs. The helpless object seemed indifferent, so they stretched out their big fluffy tails, as if tempting It seemed to sweep Hill's ankle.

Hill laughed out loud, and finally lowered his hands to comfort the two furballs who were unwilling to be lonely.

Ayatsuji pedestrians came over with coffee, and looked down at the two cats that were always attached to him in the past.

"As Mr. Ayatsuji guessed, there is one thing I need your help with." Hill picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. The milk flavor was strong, which was just right for her sweet tooth. "We can talk about it first." remuneration."

Ayatsuji raised his eyebrows, and turned his gaze to the black wristband on his right hand, which was given to him by Hill a week ago - wearing it can temporarily disable his supernatural powers. Thanks to this, the government's supervision on him has been eased. After reaching a level, he has already been able to take several cases according to his own preferences.

To be honest, he is already very satisfied with his current life. For those who have waited long enough in the dark, a little light is enough, but now he has a bright moon.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip leisurely, "I thought we were already friends, so it's nothing to do me a favor."

It means that he doesn't need any gift in return or exchange anything like a deal with Hill.

Hill looked at the black wristband on his wrist, pursed his lips and smiled, "At that time, I wanted to give Mr. Ayatsuji the wristband purely to make you happy, and I didn't mean for you to reciprocate-I like to let me appreciate it. man gets what he likes."

It's like opening the cage of your favorite birds with your own hands, watching them soar in the vast sky with blessings and joy.

After listening to Hill's words, Ayatsuji Pedestrian was at a loss for a moment on his habitually expressionless face, his eyes under the sunglasses fixedly stared at Hill, and spent a while observing, as if looking at something he had never seen before. rarities.

Hill blinked blankly at his silence.

After a long time, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his cold face: "I am indeed quite happy during this time. So—"

He paused, lowered his eyes, seemed to be thinking about the wording of the next sentence, and after drinking the rest of the coffee, Ayatsuji pedestrian finally said: "Just pretend that I want to make you happy too."

Ayatsuji pedestrians have never seen such a special person as Hill.

Saying that she is a child, she has a transparent heart that most adults do not necessarily have. Saying that she is mature, she does not abide by the set of values ​​​​of the adult world, and acts purely based on preferences.

Maybe what I think she treats me well is like closing the door casually to her, which is so normal that it doesn't have any special meaning-people don't keep any expectations for subconscious actions.

I have to say that there is no sense of restraint at all when getting along with people with such characteristics.But there's something unpleasant about it—he's not going to take advantage of a little girl.

"Mr. Ayatsuji, open it and have a look." As for the reward, Hill didn't mention it any more, as if he had tacitly agreed, he put the handbag he brought in front of Ayatsuji pedestrians.

Ayatsuji pedestrians pursed their lips and smiled so slightly that it was almost invisible, and opened the paper bag.

Before leaving, Hill turned around and looked at the pedestrian Ayatsuji who stood in front of the door to see him off. The sun was shining straight down, and those big and clear eyes seemed to be drinking sunlight—something was flowing.

She said, "Mr. Ayatsuji, tomorrow is a new day, right?"

Ayatsuji Pedestrian was startled, and subconsciously replied: "Yes."

A doubtful light flashed in his eyes, and he quietly looked at Hill's leaving back, wondering what he was thinking.

The organization of Consia disappeared overnight in this world as if it had never existed.

In the early morning of the next day, Ayatsuji Pedestrian habitually made himself a cup of coffee, and placed the newspaper of the day in front of him habitually.

Of course, reports of an organization's sudden extinction would not be published here.

He lit the pipe, and while reading the newspaper, he puffed slowly, waiting for the Special Agents Section to call him with questions about Consia.

He could already imagine what would be said there—first he would repeat a lot of precautions, and then he would accuse him of not using supernatural powers in places other than those ordered by the Supernatural Secret Service.

In short, complete their instructions like a well-behaved dog on a chain, wagging its tail and waiting for the next instruction.he thought impatiently.

The originally steaming coffee was no longer smoking, and the wall of the cup was covered with a thick layer of water mist. The pedestrian Ayatsuji who was reading the newspaper suddenly stood up.

Opening the curtains at once, the morning sunlight instantly filled the whole room, and the cinnabar-colored building on the opposite side shone brightly under such nascent sunlight, and there was nothing superfluous other than that.

He stood still for a while.

Closing the curtains without habit, he picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed a number casually.

"Hello? Hello, this is Akata." A young male voice came from the receiver.

"...Sorry, I seem to have dialed the wrong number." Saying apologetic with a blank face, Ayatsuji pedestrian hung up the phone.

"Ah, it's okay..." Before Akata finished speaking, he scratched his head in bewilderment when he heard the beep of hanging up from the receiver.

"Akata? What's the matter?" Takeuchi came over with a stack of documents.

"It's nothing, that person made the wrong number." Akada said indifferently, and continued to focus on the notebook in front of him, typing data quickly with his fingers.

Takeuchi put down the documents, relaxed and slumped on the office chair, took a long breath, and thankfully said, "I finally don't have to continue to monitor Mr. Shibusawa."

"Congratulations." Akada said perfunctorily without looking sideways.

"Hey Akata, I've always envied you the days when you just sit in the office and type and never have to spy on anyone. Now I can finally live such a life."

He straightened up and started packing up his new work station.

the other side--

Ayatsuji pedestrian opened the door.

The wind blew through the leaves and made a rustling sound. He pushed down the vine-purple beret on his head and narrowed his indifferent eyes.

Today is indeed a new day.

Like Consia, who vanished cleanly, overnight, "The Homicide Detective" vanished—as if it had never existed.

Now there is only one detective, Mr. Ayatsuji Xingren, a real detective. All he has to do is to deduce the murderer's modus operandi and motive, without the murderer's accidental death and without any additional purpose.

……

"Is Japan dark on the satellite map? It's sunny today, but the clouds are thick."

"It's normal, maybe it's because the typhoon season is coming."

……

"Hello, is this Mr. Ayatsuji from the Ayatsuji Detective Agency? I want to entrust you with something..."