Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

That night, Shuanghei, who were only resurrected overnight, teamed up to defeat the supernatural beings of the combination, regained Q, and thwarted the first step of the combination's Yokohama wilderness plan.

The next day, Aton boarded the white whale under the cover of Miyu on the transport plane of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Together with Akutagawa who met by accident, he defeated Fitzgerald and snatched the control terminal of the white whale.

Just when they thought they had prevented the second step of the combined plan, the fall of the white whale, someone seized control of the operating system and manipulated the white whale to continue crashing into downtown Yokohama.

The unmanned transport plane of the military police and the Kyoka operation plane that was isolated in the air collided with the white whale, causing it to finally crash in Yokohama Bay.

As a result, she also passed the test for joining the company, and used the superpower of the president to gain control of Yasha Baixue, and escaped successfully before the impact.

In this war, the alliance between the detective agency and the mafia won a big victory and successfully kept the peace of Yokohama.

The next day.

The high ceiling is far away from the thickly carpeted floor. In the clean white art gallery, the slow-paced inspection staff flickered briefly in the light of the floor lamp and disappeared at the other end of the exhibition hall.

The huge oil painting of clouds occupies the entire wall, and the spotlights at the four corners of the wall cast warm yellow light to the center, illuminating the embossed lines and small wear marks on the gilt frame.

Layers of sombre paint are spread on the linen, and the cloudy sky is like a raging sea.

The quiet air flows slowly around.

Dazai sat on the bench opposite the oil painting, propped his chin, and stared at the canvas with a puzzled expression.

"It's really incomprehensible."

He muttered under his breath, "Why is this art?"

"If it's this level, I think I can do it too."

"Indeed, you can basically do anything."

On another bench, an old man with a gray beard and a monocle replied, "However, before you say such things, you should take a look at the inscription in the lower right corner."

"YO..." is a familiar cursive font.

...YukimuraOgito, Yukimura Ogito?

"What a masterpiece!"

The black-haired young man changed his attitude in a second, and praised nonchalantly with shining eyes, "Both the color and the brushwork are extraordinary. You really deserve to be the father of Ganchajiang, an outstanding famous artist!"

The old man dressed as a gentleman, Hirotsu Ryuunami, lowered his head and smiled.

Dazai looked at the painting in front of him carefully from top to bottom with interested and probing eyes.

What a surprise.

He has been to the fairy-tale romantic mansion in the birch forest, and he has also seen the paintings of his father collected by the girl.A person with such gentle and delicate brushstrokes has once had such a conflicted, treacherous and changeable style.

Looking at the year next to the inscription, it seems that this work was made more than 20 years ago - at that time, he probably hadn't known Miss Lizi yet.

Such a thing as love...is really amazing.

"During the previous meeting, the leader mentioned about the supernatural power..."

Guangjin said slowly, "Because Ms. Hai Laoze did not attend the peace talks, the leader seems to be more sure that there is something different about her abilities."

"So what?"

Dazai smiled, and returned to his gentle and indifferent tone, "Mr. Mori should also understand our attitude—that is, we shouldn't even do the real thing of exploring supernatural powers."

——Don't make any other calculations.

He had already seen clearly the world of the Mafia, the people and life that survived violence and death.

There, what she cherishes and insists on cannot exist for a long time.

Just like the Q incident this time——

For the benefit of the Mafia, Mr. Mori sits firmly on the high platform and waits for the detective agency to pay the price first; but she would rather expose the clues of the supernatural ability and leave it for later compensation, but also save the lives of the people.

In fact, no matter which side she is on, because of her gentleness and tenacity, she will probably have a good life;

But her expectations so far, and her efforts to make everyone happy, will all be in vain.

The girl has done what he once thought was impossible, so he will never allow anyone to destroy such a precious belief.

"For Yokohama—Mr. Mori will understand."

Dazai said softly, "The detective agency is the most suitable place for her."

But from his point of view...

There are too many boring things in the world, but he still likes to see her radiant expression when discussing coping strategies; it is also a joy to be greeted by the girl with a soft smile after returning to the club after the task thing.

The dark-haired young man smiled softly.

"It's rare to see you treat someone so hard."

Hirotsu spoke in as objective a tone as possible.

This is an overly positive and restrained evaluation.

As a mafia cadre, Dazai once made a woman who admired him betray him just out of curiosity, and claimed that no matter what kind of person the other party is, he can make her into the type he likes .

...Speaking of which, does he really have a favorite type?

Although he didn't think he could understand Dazai's mind, no matter what, he was indeed taking care of the girl from the detective agency with a caring and supporting attitude.

And he seemed to be enjoying it himself.

"Are you paying attention?"

The young man was stunned, and couldn't help laughing, "I'm far inferior to her."

In the first six months of joining the club, he also curiously tested the extent of the kindness of a girl towards others.

Until finally he finally discovered that the kindness, tolerance and understanding that a girl instinctively gives to others has a bottom line and no boundaries.

"Okay, it's time for me to go back to the club for the celebration party."

Feeling the vibration in his pocket, Dazai chuckled lightly, took out his cell phone, glanced at it, and stood up.

"Someone is urging."

The young man took one last look at the roaring cloud, and turned and left with ease.

Looking at his back, Guangjin, who was sitting in the original position, smiled lightly.

"...It's nice to be young."

he exclaimed.

At the same time, in a small town on the border of the Republic of Virginia in South America.

After experiencing the catastrophe of the spread of werewolf infection, the survivors among the local residents rebuilt their settlements on the ruins after the war, and slowly restored their daily order.

And business activities are gradually recovering.At first, it was the basic barter among residents. Later, the exchanges between nearby towns became more and more frequent. Coupled with the supplement of external support materials and the appearance of international organization clerks, the scale of the market gradually expanded.

In front of a small stall in the simple market, two young men in military uniform with swords were parked.

The young man with short white hair stood at the back, listening to the conversation between the brown-haired young man and the stall owner in front of him speechlessly.

But the stall owner's voice changed from confusion at the beginning to bewilderment, and finally he would just nod his head.

Having made an appointment to pick up the processed goods, Suehiro turned around.

"Mr. Iron Gut,"

Tiaoye asked, "This, will be sent to Miss Hai Laoze in the future, right?"

"Well."

Suehiro nodded quietly, in response.

"...Although I know that asking is probably just asking for trouble..."

Jono covered his forehead, "But I still want to hear your own explanation——"

"What is the purpose of making such an inexplicable request to the stall owner?"

"It's not inexplicable."

The brown-haired young man seriously corrected, "Don't put unsightly things in front of her."

"Ah yes—but I think this thing you're going to buy is polluting her eyes from top to bottom."

Although he couldn't see it, just now when he heard the conversation and the sound of objects rubbing against the air, the picture had already been reflected in his mind.

"And if you have that kind of consciousness, first of all, you should not appear in front of her."

You are the most annoying one!

"is it?"

Suehiro glanced at him, and then said confidently, "You don't understand."

"...Mr. Tiechang, you are so confident that you are [-] times more unpleasant than usual."

Tiaoye said coolly, "The next time she comes to your door, I really hope you can hear that angry heartbeat."

That's being offended by this guy's unartistic gift!

"?"

Thinking back to the girl's eyes when he was talking to him, Suehiro nodded confidently and smiled.

——It was Jono who misheard, and she was not angry.

Tiaoye Caiju: "..."

Forget it.

Thinking of the girl with a big idea, the two people put together, for him, the degree of torture is not double, but quadratic.

It's better to let them torture each other - can't he just watch the fun?

The two returned to the camp, and as soon as they entered the house, they heard Fudi's heroic laughter.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect the detective agency to make another great contribution—saving Yokohama or something, it's really an exaggeration, them."

"That guy Fukuzawa is really amazing now."

The captain of the hound scratched his head, staring at the report in front of him with a little distress, "It seems that the old man can't just sit in the back and fart..."

"It's all the better if you understand that."

Jono showed a polite smile, "Maybe I should send a pennant to the detective agency."

Contrary to his reaction, the pink-haired young girl and vice-captain of the Hound, Okura Yeko put her palms together on the side of her cheeks, with love symbols flashing in her eyes.

"I am so honored to be able to create a comfortable environment for the captain to fart comfortably!"

Picking up Suehiro who was reporting on the table, he didn't pay attention to what his teammates said.

He carefully read the entire report without saying a word, then raised his head and said seriously: "There is a problem with this report."

"Hey?"

The three looked at him suspiciously.

"Only newcomers to the detective agency are written."

Suehiro turned the page to the three of them, with a photo of the silver-haired boy on it, "This report must be incomplete."

"..."

Tiaoye Caiju thought to himself——this world might as well be destroyed, starting with this idiot with a problematic mind.

The author has something to say: Before I know it, there are a hundred chapters... (sigh

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Zimeng; 5 bottles of Fengjin Huanian and Huaiqing cyan; 2 bottles of Magic Girl Youyouliang;

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