Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

"boom--!"

The shells landed.The explosion echoed in the windowless gray-white training room, making people's eardrums ache.

The muzzle burst into flames.The two bullets spun and flew out of the black and silver barrels at the same time, rushing aggressively towards the intended target.

The petite girl looked serious, and jumped a step to the right, dodging the ricochet from the ceiling.

As for the bullet she fired, which changed its trajectory twice at the corner, and then struck behind him, the tall red-haired man just shifted his body slightly, and easily avoided it.

The last magazine was also emptied, and the two people standing opposite each other stopped moving.

The two missed bullets bounced a few times on the ground, making a crisp bell sound.Then Gululu rolled up and stopped at the feet of the third person in the room.

"Oh~ it's wonderful!"

The black-haired young man who was watching the battle by the door had an excited smile on his face, and while clapping his hands, he went forward: "Unexpectedly, Ganchajiang is so powerful."

Gan Cha was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and paused slightly upon hearing this.It seems that since yesterday, Mr. Dazai's name for her has changed strangely.

And the fairy-like cold light that occasionally appeared in his eyes seemed to never appear again in the detective agency.

Mr. Dazai is someone she can hardly see through.But with her keen perception, she also noticed that something silent and chaotic seemed to subtly disappear from him.

As for what it was, she couldn't understand it at all.But the reason is clear.

——It seems that they are really good, very good friends.

The tree planted two years ago seemed to bear new fruit, and as one of those who put in a little hard work, she couldn't help but smile at that.

"Don't make me happy, Dazai-san."

The girl was a little discouraged and said: "Mr. Oda only moved three steps in total. Can this be considered wonderful?"

——If you say that, I'm sorry for your experience.

"I'm speaking the truth." Dazai shrugged.

It's interesting enough to watch Oda Saku's serious teaching to others, and the performance of the girl he didn't expect too much is amazing.

He could tell at a glance that the girl obviously had a physique that seldom exercised. Both her strength and endurance were quite ordinary, at the level of a girl of this age.With his mafia's middle and lower level of physical skills, plus the difference between men and women, it would probably take two seconds to subdue her.

However, after picking up a gun, the situation is completely different.The training of these two people looks like they are constantly sketching each other's body.

——Although it is true that Oda Saku shot at her all over, the girl can almost always avoid the bullet in a wonderful way before the bullet reaches the intended impact point, and even try to launch an angle on Oda Saku Tricky attack.

It's so interesting.

According to his understanding of the girl's supernatural power so far, bullets can't cause huge damage on such a simple environment like this, where the ground is only poured with ordinary cement.

Therefore, all that can be done is to observe the muzzle of Odasaku, judge which direction the bullet will shoot according to the time when the barrel is burned by the flames and Odasaku's movements, and then calculate the flight trajectory in the brain in a short time, And make evasive actions in time.

He was complimenting her very sincerely.

"Isn't it enough to make Odasaku move three steps?"

Dazai asked back with a slightly exaggerated expression of surprise, and then said: "If it were someone else, it might not even make him frown."

"Even if you say that..." Didn't Oda frown at her?

However, Ranpo originally judged that she would probably leave the protection of the detective agency for a period of time, so she hoped that she could increase some self-protection skills.As far as learning purposes are concerned, the current level is actually sufficient.

Because of this, neither the president nor Mr. Oda made any demands on her physical fitness.

Being able to dodge attacks, take the time to fight back one or two, and then find a chance to slip away, this is what they expect most from her.

——It was the limit of what she could do.Exercising physical fitness is too painful, so let her go.She's just a weak detective.

Gan Cha shook her head, her long hair twitched playfully behind her head.She didn't talk about it anymore, picked up the glass and took a sip of water, then remembered something, looked at Dazai with a smile: "I heard something, Mr. Dazai."

"?"

The beautiful iris-colored eyes were full of innocence and kindness, and the black-haired young man cast a questioning look at her.

For some reason, Gan Cha suddenly became happy.She smiled and said, "I heard that you invited Jingzi to go for a walk yesterday evening..."

"—Two people were saved."

"Eh? You already know that."

Dazai blinked: "Miss Yosano told you, right?"

Gan Cha nodded.

"That's right. Those two—are they the real Apostle of Cang, and the hacker boy under Mr. Kunikida's care? I heard that the lady has been handed over to the judiciary, and the boy seems to be planning to go back to the police school with the goal of being admitted to the police academy." Admission."

She praised from the bottom of her heart: "Such an ending is a happy ending for all parties. Thanks to Mr. Dazai's hard work, otherwise, I really can't imagine what terrible things will happen."

"Hey, that's..."

Dazai's gaze wandered for a moment.But soon, a lively smile like a child appeared on the young man's handsome face.

"It's true that I worked very hard~ For this, I emptied my wallet and ordered the latest chainsaw for Yosano-san. Kunikida should thank me very much."

"That's true in terms of saving people, but not necessarily in terms of gifts."

Gan Cha raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the mischievous light in his eyes jumped twice, but in the end he followed his wishes and changed the topic graciously.

"What's more, what you emptied was Mr. Kunikida's wallet. I heard that he was quite shocked in the dormitory last night."

"Well, I heard it too, it was a very beautiful scream~"

Dazai commented with a pure expression, then pouted as if nothing had happened, and complained:

"Hey, it's great to please Ms. Xie Ye, but when I walked into the office today, everyone looked at me strangely..."

He looked at the red-haired man cutely and innocently: "Speaking of Odasaku, why do you look at me like that?"

Gan Cha raised the corners of her lips, revealing an expression of watching a play.

"..."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the two with a slight headache.Finally he gave up and sighed, turned to Gancha, and said calmly: "Your last shot missed."

"According to your original calculation, after two ejections, the bullet should be aimed at my right foot—you want me to move the position, right? But the point of impact missed my waist."

The red-haired man had a calm expression: "You have regressed, Gan Cha."

"That's something I can't help. I lived in the school for a semester, and my hand was born."

The girl puffed up her cheeks helplessly, and caressingly touched the small pistol called "Silver Dancer".

"There is neither a venue nor an opponent. I can't take it and run to the woods to hunt birds, right? It will scare people."

"No way."

Dazai also agreed: "And it's a disaster for the little bird."

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it and thought it made sense, so he nodded in agreement with the two of them: "Then practice more during this time."

He was concerned: "How is life at school?"

"Cooking teaching is interesting, and the roommates are very nice, and Mr. Joichiro's son Yukihira is also there. But ah——"

The girl lazily dragged out the ending, and leaned back on the back of the chair: "The basic courses are still so boring, especially the Chinese class!"

"I studied Murasaki Shikibu when I was in junior high school, and I still study Murasaki Shikibu in high school. The history of literature is so barren that it makes me want to cry. I am tired of hearing those words in the textbook."

She frowned in dissatisfaction and urged: "Mr. Oda, hurry up and publish novels to fill this hopelessly boring literary world."

"Even then, it probably won't be able to enter your Chinese textbook." Oda Sakunosuke said.

"You don't know until you write about that kind of thing? Really, have you started writing yet?"

"I'm writing." The red-haired man replied while cleaning his gun.

"I always feel that you are perfunctory."

The girl tapped the water glass with her thin fingers.The well-trimmed nails collided with the glass, making a jingling sound: "I heard that as long as the writer says that, it means that he hasn't moved a single word."

"That's not okay, Odasaku."

Dazai immediately stood on the same front with her: "It is true that these words sound very unbelievable."

He was eager to try: "Why don't you let me go to your house today and see where you wrote?"

Oda Sakunosuke put the polished gun into the holster, without any hesitation, he agreed very calmly: "Okay."

It seems that it is indeed being written.

Dazai tilted his head slightly.Falling black hair obscured the expression on his face—a smile that was almost emotionless, but very real.

The girl is also very satisfied.She pursed her lips, a slight smile appeared on her cheeks, and then said: "That's good."

It seems that even if she is no longer in Yokohama, someone will take over the work of press release.

"By the way, I have a cooking competition after the summer vacation."

She looked at the red-haired man: "The theme happens to be curry dishes. I already have several alternatives, and I'm just waiting for you to come back and try them."

Oda Sakunosuke is of course very happy to do this kind of thing, and he will do his part.

Dazai raised his hand happily: "I want to join too!"

Gancha hesitated a little.

Not because of the hassle.After all, it was a dish test, and it was impossible to finish a whole serving of each dish, and one more person would not increase the workload.It's just the spiciness that Sakunosuke Oda is used to, and ordinary people would breathe fire after taking a bite—is Mr. Dazai really okay?

But she finally nodded.

"Okay." She said, "Mr. Dazai can come too. If the taste is unacceptable, don't force it. I will adjust the recipe."

"When?" Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"How about now?"

Gan Cha thought for a while: "Anyway - it seems that there is no commission today."

Oda Sakunosuke stood up a little faster than usual: "Then let's go."