Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

After coming out of the detective agency, Shin went to the third floor and knocked on the brown door of the cooking room.

The person who came to answer the door was Seiichi Yukimura with a smile on his face, and the person he was looking for was lying on the side of the cooking table, writing something bored in the notebook in front of him.

Seeing that it was him, the girl's eyes lit up, she quickly put away the pen, and greeted with unprecedented enthusiasm: "It's you. Would you like something to drink?"

Shinichi was flattered: "Yes... yes."

Looking from a distance, the few booklets spread out in front of the girl seemed familiar.Shinichi looked at the siblings hesitantly, wondering if he should tell his reason for coming.

Seeing that he had something to say on his face, the handsome boy with iris-purple hair smiled and put the book in his hand back on the shelf.

"I'll go up there. Mr. Dazai said yesterday that he wanted me to look at the paintings for him."

He said so.

Then you may not be able to find him sober, Shinichi thought.

Kunikida had just punched Dazai and sent him to Yosano's infirmary for trying to commit suicide by swallowing a light bulb in the office.

But Shinichi also understood that Yukimura wanted to give them room to talk, so he didn't say anything, just nodded to express his gratitude.

Leaving a sentence of "I'll watch you do your homework when I come back", Yukimura Seichi Shi Shiran closed the door and drifted away.

Recognizing that the exercise book on the table was an exercise book he had also written, Shinichi almost laughed out loud when he saw the girl with a puffy face.

A girl who deals with mafia cadres, talks and laughs happily with the strongest military and police units, and doesn't change her face when she meets a heinous criminal, will actually show embarrassment because of the mere summer homework——

"You hate homework?"

Kudo Shinichi looked at the girl who walked to the cooking counter with strange eyes.

"Don't you like it?"

Gan Cha asked in displeasure.

"No, not at all..."

Sitting on a high chair and shaking his short legs, Shinichi scratched his face: "But isn't it a very simple thing for you?"

"It's simple, but boring."

Without looking back, the girl said firmly, "I hate boring things."

Poured a cup of black tea and put it in front of Shinichi, Gancha sat down opposite him and asked, "Are you going back to Tokyo?"

"Yes."

Xinyi responded, and replied, "I'm going back today."

The girl nodded and said casually, "Why are you alone?"

"As for Amuro, he's gone to retrieve confidential information—didn't Gogol escape from prison this morning?"

Shinichi explained: "Because he was taken hostage before, he seems very unwilling, so he wants to study the information of that person."

Unlike the mysterious Fyodor, Gogol is an international criminal with a long history.

His ability, later confirmed by data, is consistent with Dazai and Gancha's inference, which is to connect the coat with the surrounding 30-meter space.

Therefore, when he was sent to prison, the military and police specifically did not provide him with a jacket.

But the medium of his abilities turned out to be a "coat" in a broad sense—Gogol put the distributed trousers on his body, and borrowed them to escape.

As for the locator implanted on the body--for space-type supernatural beings, this kind of thing is simply a joke.

"Ah, this matter."

Gan Cha sighed understandingly.

"We can't blame him, after all, at that time, everyone didn't know about that person's ability." She said, "Except for Mr. Dazai, anyone who passed by would be easily controlled by him."

What's more, what about outsiders who are not familiar with supernatural beings?

Conan shrugged and didn't comment, just said:

"In short, Amuro is full of energy now. It is said that Gogol may not be able to catch him temporarily, but if the black organization is concerned, he must be driven out of Japan immediately."

his Japan.

Gan Cha couldn't help laughing—the tone was so familiar.

"Actually, we came here yesterday."

Thinking of the scene he saw yesterday afternoon when he came to the detective agency to say thanks, Shinichi suppressed a smile:

"But you seem to be drunk, you can't hear other people talking at all, hug your president and don't let go—"

"What did you say?"

The girl smiled kindly, and raised the teacup to the top of Shinichi's head.

Shinichi raised his hand in surrender, and when the girl put down the cup, he added very quickly:

"Amuro asked me to remind you that even a cook is not allowed to drink underage, the next time he sees you, he will detain you—"

"Nonsense, it's just drinking some rice juice, it's not drinking." The girl immediately retorted.

"And that wasn't the case yesterday—forget it." She curled her lips, raised her eyes and asked, "Then, why did you come here to find me today?"

Hearing her question, the high school student detective showed an extremely serious expression on his immature face.

"I'm here to apologize," he said.

"At that time—I doubted you because of one thing, I'm sorry. In retrospect, you gave the opportunity to communicate at that time, but I didn't care."

The clear blue eyes looked at her, and the little child said solemnly: "I think, before I leave, I should at least formally apologize to you."

His expression and tone were very serious, so Gan Cha also put down his teacup, straightened his expression slightly, and replied:

"Okay, I accept."

"Eavesdropping and tracking are our usual means, so I won't tell you, don't do it in the future."

She smiled and said, "However, it's better to see the opponent's level clearly before making a move."

Thinking of the several dangerous situations he had experienced, Shinichi nodded slightly with lingering fear, expressing that he was educated, and then curiously raised the question that had been buried in his heart for a long time:

"But how did you discover my identity at a glance?"

"Rely on my reasoning and the help of a little supernatural power."

The girl drank her tea and winked at him mysteriously.

"Did you really use the supernatural power?"

Shinichi squinted at her: "Could it be an excuse?"

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Gan Cha looked at him with interest.

"Mr. Ranpo's—isn't it a super-reasoning ability?"

Shinichi's blue eyes shone with confidence.

"He relies on his own observation and reasoning abilities!"

"It is said that you need to wear glasses to use the ability, but I heard from Amuro that when Mr. Ranpo saw that I planted a bug on Amuro, he was not wearing glasses."

"It wasn't until later, when he solved the murder on the street, that he put on the glasses."

He said affirmatively: "Mr. Ranpo has no reason to hide from his companions the conditions for his ability to activate, so there is only one truth—"

"The so-called [Super Reasoning] does not exist in the first place!"

Gancha laughed.

"That's right." She praised: "You are very good, at least Mr. Kunikida and the others haven't found out about this for two years."

"After knowing that this is not a supernatural power, do you admire him even more?"

"Yeah."

Xinyi, who was full of confidence just now, showed a bit embarrassed expression: "Yesterday I also asked him to sign for me..."

He whispered: "Oh, when can I become a person like Mr. Ranpo?"

"Aren't you already? The savior of the Japanese police, the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi—"

The girl held a teacup and looked at him teasingly.

A new amount.

"Please don't say it, this kind of title is in front of you—"

"well--"

Gracefully stopped joking, Gan Cha glanced at him and responded to his soliloquy just now.

"In your case, it will probably become 70% Ranpo in another seven years."

"what?!"

Suddenly receiving such praise, Shinichi raised his head in shock and joy: "Are you serious?"

"Well, a 24-year-old male, you who have relieved the effect of the drug can definitely do it."

Gan Cha nodded affirmatively.

"..."

Shinichi's expectant expression drooped immediately, and he stared at her speechlessly with his half-moon eyes open.

"~"

The girl who succeeded in playing a prank smiled with crooked eyebrows.

"But since you worship Luanpo so much," she asked briskly, "why do you still suspect that I, who lives with him, will be the helper of a criminal organization?"

"Because I thought it was a supernatural power..."

Shinichi muttered: "Aren't you close with him? Then you must know his weakness. And you also have supernatural powers. I thought at the time, maybe you have some tricks to deceive—don't laugh!"

He looked at the girl who slowly smiled again from embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about that."

Gancha got up, opened the steam convection oven and looked at it, then turned around and said:

"I'm going to visit Majin in a while, do you want to come, Kudo-kun?"

"What?" Shinichi was very surprised.

Amuro's access to Gogol's materials had to go through layers of approval and permission.The felon Dostoevsky, who was imprisoned, could the detective agency visit him at will?

Seeing his thoughts, the girl shook her head.

"No, the management of the military and police has not been so loose. Of course I have contacted someone with authority. Do you want to go together?"

"want!"

"Hello, I have obtained a special permission from the Special Suppression Combat Group A Unit, Chief Suehiro, to visit the criminal in the underground prison, Dostoevsky."

The girl smiled, and handed out the rattan basket covered in plaid cloth that she was carrying.

"This basket, and the items inside, you can inspect at will. There is only one request - please send it to the prisoner as it is."

The armed guard took the basket in bewilderment, and when he opened it, he was stunned and looked at the girl with a strange expression.

Gan Cha's expression was calm.

"Officer Suehiro is also aware of this matter."

She even suggested very reasonablely: "If you are worried, you can contact him for confirmation. We can wait here."

The soldiers of the military police hurried away with their baskets in their hands with puzzled expressions.

Listening to his muttering "Isn't it really a support for escape from prison?", Shinichi raised his head to look at the indifferent girl with a very puzzled face.

"What did you send?" he asked.

"You'll find out later."

The girl smiled but said nothing.

The confirmation process was unexpectedly fast, and soon, accompanied by heavily armed soldiers, they passed through many checkpoints and arrived at the bottom of the military and police prison.

Hearing the sound of someone coming, the black-haired youth sitting with his back to the window and wearing a white prison uniform connected with a sensor made of optical fiber slowly turned around.

When he moved slightly, the densely packed lenses and sensors installed on the six sides of the cell moved accordingly.

The young man who was closely monitored calmly looked at the girl outside the prison window.

"It's amazing."

The young man's voice was as elegant and gorgeous as a cello: "A man came to visit me alone."

Did you completely ignore Kudo who was on the side?

Gan Cha smiled lightly.

"You are so arrogant, Majin," she said.

"Really? You're the first to say that."

The long eyelashes of the handsome black-haired man moved.

In the brightly lit room, all his expressions were clearly visible, so even if the short-lived smile was only for a moment, it clearly fell into the girl's eyes.

"Perhaps so," he said noncommittally.

"I thought you'd ask that man to accompany you, though."

Fyodor's tone was soft and treacherous: "He can understand my thoughts, and to that person, maybe I will tell the news you want—"

"Want to sow discord?"

The girl responded with a gentle voice: "Unlike you who only trust yourself, I am very good at trusting."

"Well, after all, you are a sad cub domesticated by a detective agency."

The young man looked at her with the gentle eyes of an elder: "If you want to play chess with me, it's not enough for you to dare not bite the prey's minions."

"I'll just take it as you are praising me for being kind."

The corners of the girl's lips rose slightly, as if she had really been praised, and she continued in a good mood: "That's the kind of person I am, and I've even considered your matter."

She asked with a smile: "Being imprisoned in a Japanese prison, do you miss your motherland a bit? I brought you some delicious food from my hometown."

Conveyor tracks carry beige rattan baskets into the room.

Fyodor lifted the plaid cloth covering it in a daze, and what he saw was a huge round bread with a strange blue light.

"—Leba?"

The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He stretched out a finger and pressed it tentatively. The bread's skin was smooth and hard, and it didn't move at all; he knocked on the shell, and then there was a dull sound from the speaker.

"........."

He raised his head wordlessly and looked at the girl outside the window.

Gan Cha put her arms around her chest, raised her chin, and looked back at those grape-red eyes confidently.

Even so, Fyodor still maintained an elegant smile on his face.

"Thank you for your gift, Miss Hai Laoze."

He even thanked her politely: "It seems that you really bother."

"That's right, I made this based on my teacher's notes—as an information dealer, you should also know what a great cook my teacher is. Enjoy it with gratitude."

The girl snorted, turned and left, her long smoky purple hair fluttering behind her.

Shinichi glanced apprehensively at the pensive man with downcast eyes, and trotted to keep up with the girl's footsteps.

"Hahahahaha!"

Shortly after the two visiting people and the accompanying military police left, wild laughter suddenly resounded in the empty cell.

Gogol, who suddenly appeared from the vortex in the air, laughed and threw round bread up and down.

The detectors are silent.

In the monitoring screen displayed in the main control room, the prisoner in white prison uniform was sitting at the table, looking at the wicker basket thoughtfully.

"I actually gave you this, the little girl from the detective agency, it's really interesting—"

The silver-haired young man held the bread in front of him and smelled it curiously:

"It smells so good! Why do I feel like a picture of a cosmic explosion suddenly appeared in front of my eyes? By the way, I have never seen a Lieba of this color, and I kind of want to try it..."

Fyodor did not answer, but waited patiently for him to laugh enough, and then said softly:

"That girl must have done something about it. Nikolai, don't be careless."

"alright."

Gogol regretfully took one last look at the bread in his hand, and then threw it back on the table with a bored expression.

Lieba collided with the table and made a bang that almost burst the eardrums, so he held his stomach and laughed wildly again.

"Let's go, Tosi?"

After two minutes he finally straightened up, looked at Fyodor, and asked.

"No, I'll stay here for the time being—I heard that the supernatural agent department has sealed a wish-fulfilling prop."

The dark-haired youth smiled.

"To fulfill a wish—if it is true, then it is like a god."

The young man's tone was soft, but there was a cold light in his eyes: "What could it be?"

"What did you send him for?"

As soon as he walked out of the military and police headquarters, Shinichi couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart any longer, and asked impatiently.

"Because I'm trying to strike first."

Gan Cha answered him with a smile.

"Ah, can you strike first by sending that?"

Shinichi said with a blank eye: "Is it by choking him to death, or by breaking his teeth?"

"I certainly didn't expect him to eat either."

The girl said indifferently: "It would be better if he dared to eat it. I did it with great care, and I specially processed it until it was completely hardened before sending it over."

"But, what I'm talking about is actually this—"

She took out a black terminal from her handbag, which displayed a map and several light spots emitting circular red ripples.

Shinichi saw that she dropped most of the dots without thinking, leaving only the one that didn't move, and suddenly realized:

"Are you locating him?"

"Well, I coated the cloth with radioactive elements that need to be removed chemically. Didn't Gogol escape from prison?"

Gan Cha said with a smile: "Although I know that he will probably follow his plan and stay in prison to inquire about the government's internal news--but after all, he was arrested by mistake this time, maybe he wants to get out sooner."

"If he's gone, we'll be able to see at least one of his safe houses; if he doesn't move—what information has been leaked from within the government, and we can analyze the information to know his next target."

Although this kind of embarrassing thing will probably be blocked, at least she can remind the two of the hounds.

They were talking, and suddenly there was another red dot on the screen.

Gan Cha raised his eyebrows with great interest.

What an unexpected harvest.

The author has something to say: I am late!The recent situation is a bit special, so it is a little less, but today is a very fat chapter!

Amaccha sauce: Mr. Dazai deserves the best even for dark cuisine, so let me practice with Majin first

Although the actual victim was someone else, Mr. Tuo escaped unharmed () it wasn’t Guoguo, he didn’t eat it either

After positioning these two products, I will not do any big things. The next chapter will be the appearance of the Junhua group. It will be a happy daily life until the end of the summer vacation