Dog roll classmate, please give my surname

Put the high-heeled shoes that Lin Xia kicked off against the bar, and the dog curled up and sat on another high stool.

He pursed his lips and brought the glass of red wine near him.

"Salmon."

He simply responded, took out his phone and started typing.

[Do you know what I'm investigating? ]

Shaking off the cigarette ash, Lin Xia took a sip of the red wine, "I know, your mission is to investigate the mysterious magician haunting Yokohama."

Can the intelligence system of the port mafia even get information inside the magic world?

Goujuanji looked at Lin Xia in embarrassment, and could only stare at the round bottom of the wine glass.

Circles of wine-red light reflected in the glass dazzled people.

"That's why you're looking for me?"

After taking a puff of cigarette, Miss Cadre slowly exhaled the smoke.

"If it's just this point, it's meaningless."

The scent of cream mixed with orange permeates the bar counter.

The lips hidden behind the collar parted slightly, hesitant to speak.

The young man took his phone back and continued to type, [Then you know who he is, right? ]

His eyes fell on the word "he" for a long time.

Lin Xia stubbed out the cigarette and suddenly laughed.

"If you want to know the identity of 'him', what price are you willing to pay?"

Seeing the tangled look of the dog curling his eyebrows, Miss Cadre laughed so hard that she choked on the smoke and coughed.

"Let's be honest with you, I won't say the identity of 'him'."

She skimmed the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray.

"Since the person who came to pick you up is Ango Sakaguchi from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, then you should have a background in Yokohama that he has popularized."

Tapping the wall of the goblet with her fingertips, Lin Xia raised the corners of her mouth and said coldly.

"Four years ago, the secrets of the port mafia were leaked, which directly led to a fight between the armed detective agency and the port mafia about people with supernatural powers, and the final result was the disappearance of the leaker, the former leader, and the leader's secretary."

"So don't think I'm going to tell you classified information."

"But you can try to look it up yourself."

Miss Cadre drank the red wine in the glass, picked up the bottle and poured the wine again.

"After all, the confidentiality level of this information is not the same as that of the information that led to the change of the leader."

She raised her glass and said, "Aren't you going to drink?"

After unzipping the zipper, Curly the Dog also raised his glass and took a sip, "Tuna?"

"I won't help you, but I won't hinder you either."

Guessing the meaning behind the Goujuanji rice ball language, Lin Xia looked at the lower half of his exposed face.

"As for this room...you can live in peace of mind."

Putting the wine glass on the bar, Lin Xia stretched out her feet to reach the high heels that had been placed against the bar by the dog.

Enough for a few times, but not enough.

Just as she was about to get off the ground, she saw that the person sitting opposite her was moving faster than herself.

Miss Cadre helped him by the shoulders to put on the shoes he had placed at his feet, and when she closed her hand, she poked the curse mark on his lips.

"Just treat it as a preferential treatment for your good looks."

She twisted the doorknob, stood sideways at the door and smiled slightly.

"Try to find 'him,' Mister Spellcaster."

Although she couldn't get the identity of the conjurer from Lin Xia's mouth, she got a guarantee that "the port mafia will not obstruct the investigation".

This should be regarded as a very good result of the conversation.

Dog Juicy was about to dump the half cigarette and ash into the trash can, but he paused for a second when he picked up the ashtray.

Staring at the lipstick marks left on the cigarette holder, he finally turned the ashtray silently and watched them fall into the trash can.

Sitting back on the high stool, the young man drank the rest of the red wine in the glass.

When he reached out to pick up the red wine bottle, he accidentally picked up another glass.

After all, he is an adult, and it's not that he has never drunk alcohol, and he is sure that the alcohol content of this bottle of wine is not high at all.

But at this moment, he only felt dizzy, as if drunk.

Maybe not because of that glass of wine.

The lips are covered with traces of lipstick stained on the rim of the cup.

The cool wine is just a drop in the bucket for the swaying reason.

He can probably understand what Ango Sakaguchi meant when he explained that "the style is subtle".

When needed, he will show up in time and give help; he has his own principles and is not easily shaken; even if he can do it, he doesn't force it...

What's more, she is very attractive.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

Poured out half a glass of wine again, Curlythorn shook the glass and laughed softly.

He had to admit that when she asked "what price are you willing to pay", for a moment, he thought about exchanging himself.

But she undoubtedly noticed this tendency, and stopped the topic immediately.

If she waited a few more seconds, he would probably agree.

But she didn't.

After pouring the last drop of wine from the bottle into the glass and drinking it down in one gulp, the dog curly spine sighed.

...how could there be no...

The hot summer night is obviously very short, but it always makes people feel a little long.

The dog, who had changed his clothes, refused to be accompanied by Ango Sakaguchi, and went to various psychic places in Yokohama alone.

A certain taxi company in Yokohama started a business of parading holy places.

The content is the famous murder scene, cemetery, tunnel and other places where curse spirits are often born.

The business is popular with tourists, so booking is no easy feat.

But Goujuanji not only went to the five planned places, but also other supernatural places.

Under the constant price increase, the taxi company finally agreed to open a special line.

Two other foreign friends set off with the dog Curly Thorn.

One is a photographer who came to see the supernatural places in Yokohama, and the blond young man is obviously just his companion.

The three of them have the same purpose, to go to all the supernatural places in Yokohama.

The photographer held a SLR and took many photos along the way.

The companion lacked interest, and when he saw the dog, he just got out of the car and walked around before talking to him.

"You don't look like a supernatural lover, why would you pay more to see a supernatural place?"

The blond young man asked in Japanese with an American accent.

Hearing his question, the dog curly spine shook his head and didn't say much.

He's just here to check on the taint of the spell.

But these contents are not convenient for ordinary people to say.

And the blond youth actually didn't care about his reaction.

He lowered his head and complained about his companion.

"Lawrence has been obsessed with various supernatural places since his life was lifted, saying yes... oh yes, the person he wants to pursue likes it very much."

Playing with the phone boredly, the blond youth said indifferently.

"I just don't understand why he suddenly wants to pursue someone so seriously."

"After all, you can understand, we always have no shortage of female companions."

"He revealed his identity, what woman can't get it?"

"She's not like that."

The photographer heard this sentence from his companion as soon as he got in the car, and immediately retorted.

"I know you can't understand."

He paused and put the SLR away carefully.

"Because I didn't expect that I would meet her before."

The blond youth waved his hand immediately: "STOP!"

He glanced at the time and looked at the dog curly spine on the passenger seat, "It's getting late, let's have dinner together, the three of us. Didn't it mean that the last place is to cross the bridge? Go together after eating?"

Seeing the dog curly thorn frowning, he immediately changed into a tone that could not be refused, and said forcefully: "Let's go! Isn't there an old saying? 'When we meet, we are destined.' I don't want to hear Lawrence talking about that woman like a bitter woman of."

Pulling the dog, the two foreign friends finally found an izakaya for dinner.

After drinking some wine, the photographer began to chatter drunkenly.

"Carlos, you don't know how good she is."

The photographer hugged his SLR, very sad.

"Why was my assassination canceled so quickly? If it wasn't canceled, I could still be protected by her."

The blond young man who was used to it held the wine glass casually, and said in distaste: "Who is it? Still protecting you?"

But the slightly drunk photographer didn't care what his companions said at all.

"She's beautiful and strong, but she also has a vulnerability that won't be discovered by others." He hiccupped and continued, "My dad gave up three points of net profit before asking her to protect me. "

"The first time she met me, she made it clear and said, 'As soon as the assassination is withdrawn, I will go back to Yokohama'. She really did what she said."

Holding the wine bottle, the photographer was extremely sad.

"Didn't you praise me for being good-looking! How could you leave without any nostalgia!"

This behavior...

The dog curly spine finally pulled himself together and looked carefully at the photographer's appearance.

He has a high nose and deep eyes, a typical Germanic appearance, and his wheat-colored skin has a healthy luster.

To be honest, he can be called a handsome sunshine guy.

"So I made her angry, didn't I? Otherwise, she clearly has information on the whole of Yokohama, how would she know that I'm here and won't come looking for me?"

"Anyway, my family is still doing business with her... In any case, I should be sure of my safety, right?"

More sure of the identity of the person in the photographer's mouth, the dog curly thorn stared at the photographer who was addicted to drinking.

Unaware of the dog's gaze, the photographer drank another glass of wine.

He muttered and hugged the SLR in his arms.

"If I knew she didn't want to be photographed, I definitely wouldn't have taken this photo..."

Hearing that there were photos, the blond youth raised his eyebrows.

He rarely asked curiously: "This is the first time I know that you took a picture of her. What does she look like? Show me!"

As he spoke, he cleverly took out the SLR from the photographer's arms.

"I should have thought of it earlier, this thing is not expensive and you are always protecting it, there must be something!"

Calling up the photos in the SLR, the blond youth flipped forward quickly.

Suddenly, he stopped.

On the display screen, the delicate-looking woman was resting with her eyes closed.

There is a slight orange light flickering between the eyelashes.

"I gradually understood everything."

The blond-haired youth hadn't finished speaking when the photographer snatched the SLR from his hand.

Protecting the DSLR, the photographer said angrily: "This is the only one I have saved! The others were deleted by my father's order!"

"If I hadn't seized the opportunity, where could I have taken a picture of her sleeping lightly?"

"What kind of opportunity is it just to take a photo?" The blond young man curled his lips, "You should have taken her to bed without a condom, and you can do everything after you're done..."

Two fists, one left and one right, hit the blond young man's face together, punching back all the rest of his words.

The person who was beaten looked left and right, and the two who started the attack also looked at each other.

The photographer stared at the dog's iris-purple eyes exposed outside, and suddenly woke up from the wine.

"You know her too..."

"Salmon."

The dog's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his head to look at his clenched fist.

Since the photographer's father can negotiate business with the port mafia, it means that he and his companions must not be ordinary people.

This punch, rationally speaking, shouldn't be thrown at all.

But he doesn't regret it.

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The author has something to say:

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When writing the first half, I have been repeating the single "PLACEBO" by Ba Ye hahahahahahaha

From the first sentence, they fit the if line hhhhhh

"I had a hot dream, even the twilight wrapped around your smile." (Juan really had a hot dream 2333)

The whole song is the volume and cold summer of the if line!

Of course, it can't be all Lin Xia's initiative!He must be stunned _(:з」∠)_

By the way, the photographer's father didn't have pure intentions, so he generously gave up three points.

Lin Xia found out later, so the assassination of the photographer was revoked by his father.

In fact, I feel that in terms of this setting alone, if you write well and slowly, you can also write 10,000+23333

But after all, it's a special episode, so I speed up www

感谢在2021-04-0420:21:19~2021-04-0519:46:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 candy baby;

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