Observation Diary in Yokohama

After the last live broadcast incident, Xing Yuanhe was also a little stunned.When he saw Chuya Nakahara on the road, he felt a little surprised and surprised.Surprisingly, he hadn't seen Mr. Nakahara for such a long time.

When he looked at the man who was dressed completely differently from what he remembered, he had a feeling that it was true.

It's not that the clothes I wore before were bad, but that I felt lacking.

Now with the addition of a black suit jacket, the lack of heat has been added.

He had such a feeling from the first time he met Mr. Zhongyuan.This person should face everything in the world with arrogance.

And Zhongya, who is not far from him now, perfectly embodies this point.

The person in the distance stood with his back to him, the black suit jacket covered the clothes inside, and only the trousers of the same color as the jacket were clearly visible.With a pair of black leather shoes on her feet, her standing posture is also very arrogant.

Looking up, the ochre-colored hair is still as conspicuous as ever, a little too dazzling in the sun.There is a black hat on the top of the head. It looks a bit old-fashioned, but it has been maintained very well. It seems that the owner cherishes such things very much.

Xing Yuanhe also relied on his good eyesight to clearly see the scene not far away.When his eyes shifted to the scenes outside Chuya Nakahara, he felt frightened.

This is really a "surprise".

Who knew the environment Zhongya Zhongya is in now is like this?

Why are there so many men in black standing beside him?He was uniformly wearing a black suit, and the same black leather shoes on his feet.If he is not mistaken, those people are holding something in their hands, it should be a wooden warehouse, right?

There are various models, and various styles.

This.......

This is really eye-opening.

When seeing this, Hoshihara Kazuya suddenly realized a very serious problem.

When we met before, Mr. Nakahara said that his occupation was very similar to his, which was also "confirmed" by the live broadcast later.Bringing goods live... is also equivalent to letting more people know this brand?

Forget it, barely.

So what is he seeing now?

Could it be that Mr. Zhong Yuan's true identity is a mercenary?Specialized in taking orders to protect employers and take care of all the troubles they encounter?

Pulling the corner of his mouth, he felt that his thoughts were a little simple.

But if he didn't think so, he couldn't explain what he saw.

The hand holding the bag was tight, and the fingers were a little white. The exposed veins on the back of the hand showed that the owner was not calm.

He actually had an outrageous guess.

When he first came to this place, Mr. System had a serious popular science with him about some things in this city.At that time, he felt that these things were far away from him, but now it seems that they are not too far away, and it is even a bit too close.

Mr. System said that Yokohama looks calm, but inside it is very dangerous.I also told him very seriously that it is best not to go out at night and stay at home is the best choice.Mr. Dazai also "inadvertently" reminded before that Yokohama is not a completely safe place.

Letting out a breath, Xing Yuanhe also calmed down. At this moment, he suddenly found that his back was cold. It turned out that he didn't know when, cold sweat had already broken out on his back.

Indeed, after having this guess, how could he remain calm?

If his idea is correct, Mr. Zhongyuan's occupation is an existence that he did not expect, and that is one that he will subconsciously discard, and that is the mafia.hand.party.

Well, suddenly it doesn't feel too hard to accept.

Hoshihara Kazuya wanted to smile, but found it difficult.

Sure enough, it was still a "surprise".

Looking up at the situation over there again, this time he found that something was wrong.Because he felt that the atmosphere over there became tense, obviously he was still some distance away from them, but even standing here, the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air still couldn't be ignored.

Indistinctly, he still smelled a little blood in the air. At this moment, he knew that the situation was not good.

He is just an ordinary person.

The thought popped into his mind.

Xingyuan Kazuya suddenly realized that his fluffy hair was already stuck to his forehead and face by the cold sweat that emerged.

The holding hand has never relaxed, at least until the danger alarm is lifted.

He had never realized this so clearly before, he was just a completely ordinary person.

Now he has to get out of here.

It was the only thought on his mind.

With this idea, the next step is to put it into action.He lifted his foot and took a step to the side. With a bang, the smell of gunpowder smoke became stronger, and the nose was full of this smell.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Which organization sent you here?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little bit back today.

He hasn't appeared in front of his target person for a long time since the last live event.

Well, he took the initiative, and the reason was also because he wanted to avoid suspicion.

Not sure what would happen if the dead mackerel showed up with the target.He will definitely be left behind by the uneasy and kind mackerel, and then use words as a trap, and lead him into the ditch with a few words.The scariest thing is not this, some annoying guy will spread his embarrassment widely and tell everyone.

He couldn't imagine the scene at that time at all.

When meeting someone, the words of greeting to him will become, "Hey, I didn't expect the Central Plains cadres to have such a passion for live broadcasting?"

People who are more familiar, such as Miss Hongye, may tease him like this, "I don't think Mr. Mori will default on the salary of his subordinates, right? But it's okay for me to have some hobbies, but Zhongye still needs to talk about your live broadcast. Practice more" and so on.

Just thinking about it is scary, okay?

He doesn't doubt Mackerel's ability at all, so it's a piece of cake to spread the word, okay?

When I think about it, I feel... Forget it, forget it, the more I think about it, the more I dare not think about it.

So he quickly took a task and went out. He thought Mr. Sen would stop him, but he didn't say anything, just let him do it with peace of mind.It's just that look at him at the end made his scalp numb.

...feels like it's not going to be a good thing.

Sure enough, after he finished handling the matter, on the way back, he ran into Akutagawa Ryunosuke who had a fight with Renhu.

Nakahara Chuya:......

If he read it correctly, the subordinates led by Akutagawa Ryunosuke and other members of the Armed Detective Agency were still standing beside him.

= - =

So is this standing by and watching these two fight?

I don't understand your thoughts.

But they can't let them fight like this anymore. If I remember correctly, Akutagawa also received the mission when he came out this time.Could it be possible that he ran into something that the Armed Detective Agency had to deal with?

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

When he managed to separate the two fighting people, he knew the whole story from the mouth of the bystander Osamu Dazai.

Akutagawa, what kind of luck is this?Doing a mission can collide with the Armed Detective Agency?

I don't know what kind of luck he has at all.

"I said, although your goals are the same, you won't fight, right?" Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a little headache, and couldn't see the situation in front of him. "Although the most important thing now is not this, but I still very much I want to ask, what does the look in the eyes of the people from your armed detective agency mean? It makes people feel a little panicked, okay?"

I couldn't help but reached out and touched my arm, and silently took a step back, trying to stay away from the group of people opposite.Being scrutinized by people all the time makes me feel uncomfortable.

It also gave him the illusion that he was a rare animal.

He also had a reasonable guess, whether the people in the Armed Detective Agency knew something, such as a thing he was too stupid to do recently.

No way?

Shouldn't people know about it?

Surprised eyes fell on Dazai Osamu, and then looked at the expressions of other people.

Should... you probably don't know?

He suddenly lost his confidence.

Looking at the meaningful eyes of the dead mackerel, he knew the result, hey!

Osamu Dazai took a meaningful look at a certain arch-enemy who was somewhat distraught, and said seemingly unintentionally: "Eh? I really don't know what you are worried about, slug. Do you know that you look like this, your face is written all over?" I have a secret, and I can see it at a glance. I just don't know what you are worried about. Could it be..."

Goosebumps all over Nakahara Chuya's body, even though Mackerel didn't say what he said later, based on his understanding, this is definitely a threat with malicious intentions!

This is the threat!

For the first time, he felt what it was like to shoot a rock at his own foot.

Why he would come up with such a genius note is really unexpected.Obviously there are better plans to contact the target person, but he just chose the most deceitful and confusing path.

Ha ha

That's all he wanted to say.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes fiercely, and opened them again, his sapphire blue eyes seemed to be shining in the sun.The emotions in his eyes were swept away and completely hidden, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

Before Zhong Yuanzhong could make the next move, a small voice rang in his ears.It sounded like the sound of pinching a plastic bag, mixed with the sound of clothes rubbing when walking around.

Subconsciously, he pulled out the wooden gun that he carried with him, pulled the trigger, and with a bang, the bullet escaped.

"Who are you? Why are you here? Which organization sent you here?"

The movement just now was as natural as flowing water.

He raised his head, and poked his sharp gaze at the person who came over there.When he saw clearly the appearance of the person standing over there, his pupils constricted.

For the first time in Zhongyuan, he felt what social death is.

He looked at the hand that he was still holding the wooden warehouse and pointed at the hand of the person, and then glanced at the frightened person who stood there blankly, feeling regret spreading in his heart.

May I ask, what should I do if I lost my horse?