All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

"Sweet ghost!"

The last cicadas in late summer screamed wildly.

Atsushi Nakajima lay on the desk of the Armed Detective Agency, with his face buried between his arms, and he let out an uncontrollable howl.

"What the hell did I do! Where is Doraemon's time machine? Is there a time machine?"

"Still thinking about that?"

The desktop was knocked by the notebook, and Atsushi Nakajima froze for a while, pretending to be dead, and found that the people around him showed no signs of walking away, so he raised his face slowly.

A red mark was branded on his forehead.

He raised his eyes, and saw the scorched brown account book head-on, holding a slender white hand on the book, which was different from any hand that Atsushi Nakajima had ever seen. This hand had no traces of labor, no scars, and There are no thick joints, only faint indentations can be seen at the first joint of the middle finger and the tiger's mouth.

He could guess who it was without even raising his head, and he greeted lazily: "Mr. Sigong, why did you come to the detective agency?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Shinomiya Shinomiya raised the notebook in his hand and waved it in front of Atsushi Nakajima, "I hired people from your detective agency to be responsible for my safety when I was in Yokohama. I imagined it would be much more dangerous..."

Atsushi Nakajima doesn't want to face anyone now, especially the people who appeared on the scene two days ago-this will remind him of the scene that day...

"Clean up, let's go." Sigong opened the notebook, "Let's go to Chinatown first."

"Wait, wait!" Atsushi Nakajima pointed to himself in surprise, "Shall I go with you?"

He got up and looked around. In the past, he could always see Mr. Kunikida scribbling in front of the computer, Mr. Ranpo squatting on a chair and eating snacks, and Mr. Dazai lying on the sofa reading "Complete Suicide Manual".. ...these people are all gone today.

Atsushi Nakajima is a little skeptical about life——

Am I so focused in a daze?

"As you can see." Sigong spread out his hands, "The person in charge of this task is you."

Atsushi Nakajima belatedly remembered that Mr. Ranpo and Mr. Kunikida went to Tokyo to complete the commission together. Mr. Dazai and Mr. Nakahara were still tracking down the whereabouts of the arrow, and the Tanizaki brothers and sisters were away every day, and Kenji Miyazawa arrived again. I went to collect information on the street, and I went shopping with Ms. Yosano and Kyoka...

From this point of view, apart from President Fukuzawa, who is always on the lookout, he seems to be the only one who is free.

"Let's go?" Si Gong tilted his head and blinked.

"Alas." Atsushi Nakajima covered his face with his hands and hypnotized himself:

Nothing happened three days ago, everything was an illusion, a dream, Mr. Shinomiya wasn't there at all, Mr. Shinomiya lost his memory, Mr. Shinomiya didn't take it seriously at all...I didn't do anything , there is no wall-dong Akutagawa, and no pro...

The red flames at the tips of his ears lit up, Atsushi Nakajima murmured and wrote hypnosis on the spot, and stood for 3 minutes while reading it as a prayer.

Putting down his hands, the shyness and embarrassment just now disappeared. Atsushi Nakajima cast a psychological suggestion version of the forgetting spell on himself, and regained his vitality, "Let's go! Mr. Shinomiya! What are we going to see today!"

"Actually, you don't need to be too entangled." Shinomiya took a look at Atsushi Nakajima's expression, and said slowly, "Although you kissed Akutagawa-kun, his [flower vomiting] still hasn't disappeared, but it doesn't mean that. …”

"Ahhh!" Atsushi Nakajima yelled, and rushed forward to cover Shinomiya Shinomiya's mouth with his hand, "Please, Mr. Shinomiya, stop saying that nothing happened three days ago! Nothing happened! No!"

Three days ago, Atsushi Nakajima made up his mind. He not only beat the Hong Kong black dog, but also kissed him while he was in danger.

Originally it was just a spur of the moment, wanting to prove to others that the person Akutagawa had a crush on was not me at all-this fact, but when he walked away from Akutagawa's lips, the beating heartbeat made him stand still in place, the original love in his heart Determination turned into some kind of secret anticipation, that unfamiliar throbbing could not tell whether it was nervousness or something else...

He stood firmly on the spot, holding Akutagawa's shoulders with both hands, looking at Akutagawa's lips expectantly.

Dazai Osamu laughed as I expected, "I just said, Atsushi-kun, Akutagawa's antidote must be you, you should quickly forget about that horrible conjecture..." He felt nauseous Shivering coldly, "Akutagawa, since it's all right, then..."

In the next second, Akutagawa, who was blushing and stunned in place, suddenly turned pale, and he pursed his lips in disbelief, hiding the moist luster on them.

His eyes widened, pupils filled with incomprehensible emotions, he just stared at the shy Nakajima Atsushi in front of him stupidly, then he pushed him away, turned sideways, and supported the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the petals that were supposed to disappear coughed out from his mouth again.

Like endless blood, it slipped from between the fingers covering his lips, and more and more flower petals than before fell from the air one by one and spread on the ground.

Atsumai Nakajima stopped in his steps.

He stepped on the carpet-like petals of the red roses, and the crushed juice stained the toes of his boots. He raised his hands helplessly, took a step back, and turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai and Shinomiya in a daze. Also the direction.

There was nothing in those magnificent eyes.

After that, he was like an audience in a movie theater, watching time from the perspective of a bystander.

Akutagawa ignored Shinomiya's persuasion and left. Mr. Dazai slipped away with Mr. Nakahara in his arms, and was led back to the detective agency by Mr. Shinomiya.

"Forget it."

Atsushi Nakajima came back to his senses, Mr. Shinomiya still looked like the first time we met, with black hair tied up, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, his cold expression and tone, he did not look like a friendly person.

But the other party's heartfelt concern will not lie, Nakajima Atsushi patted his face and smiled, "I'm fine, Mr. Shinomiya, let's go."

Chinatown is a very famous place in Yokohama, not only because of its long history, but also because of the well-known food and bustling commercial streets. Now it has become a must-see attraction when visiting Yokohama.

That's what Atsushi Nakajima thought when he followed Shinomiya Shibuya to Chinatown.

"Mr. Shinomiya, what are you going to do when you're collecting wind?" Nakajima Atsushi obediently followed behind Shinomiya Shibuya, watching the man open the notebook from time to time and record two items on it.

"It's mainly related to the content of the next book." Shinomiya She also focused on two things, and kept writing: "I heard that there is a mysterious alley here. Whenever someone walks into the deep alley along the blood drops on the ground, You will be attacked by evil spirits.”

"Evil, evil ghost?" Atsushi Nakajima asked curiously, crossing his shoulders: "It should be fake, right? It might be someone with supernatural powers or something..."

Shinomiya also sighed, "Before I came to Yokohama, I thought that things like supernatural powers were far away from me. Hey, anyway, since we're here, let's look for that alley."

Nakajima Atsushi and Shinomiya Shibuya went alley by alley.

China Street sounds like just a street, but it's actually not a small area. They started looking along the right hand side of the street, like two guys who were not doing their jobs and waiting to pick up money on the street.

Atsushi Nakajima was fine, his physical strength was always good, but Shinomiya She was so tired that he was panting after he hadn't walked for a long time, so he leaned on the wall and said to take a rest.

"Speaking of it." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head, found a bench by the street, and let Mr. Shinomiya sit down, "Mr. Sinomiya, what is the subject of your next book? How did you find such material?"

He didn't pay much attention to the literary world, or in other words, children who were born in orphanages and didn't have time to care about such things that didn't fill their stomachs.

"It's kind of suspenseful." Shinomiya She also pressed his trembling fingertips, and slowly inhaled and exhaled to calm his breathing, "If Dun Jun is interested, I will ask them to send a few more copies after they are published. "

"convenient?"

"It's not convenient." Sigong shook his head.

He himself came from a wealthy family, but because of his writing experience over the years, he often dealt with people from different classes. He even knew people who lay in the sewer and snatched food from mice every day. He was a little wary of Dun because of his childhood experience. children can also understand.

Atsushi Nakajima smiled embarrassedly, "I've known Mr. Shinomiya for so long, I don't know what books you have written, I'm really sorry..."

"Wait." Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Shinomiya Shinya.

Shinomiya She also stared at the ground, stood up with a serious face, walked to the front, pointed to his feet, "Dun Jun, look at this - is it blood?"

Atsushi Nakajima stood up immediately, the ground was covered with sticky drops of blood, which had not yet dried up. The dark red blood was slightly oxidized black, with a faint salty smell.

"Suck——" Nakajima Atsushi sniffled the tip of his nose, his face darkened, and his outstretched arm pointed to the alleyway where the blood stains extended.

"The smell of blood inside...so strong."

In the deep alleyway where the sunlight cannot be directed, the smell of dampness and darkness is mixed with the unspeakable stench.

The man with his limbs pierced was crawling hard like a worm, his tears mixed the blood stained on his face with the dust on the ground, he was in a state of embarrassment and distress.

"Forgive me, please... help..." He crawled forward, as if the Illuminati were coming the next moment.

However, the people behind him didn't speak, and didn't even move their footsteps. The black, nightmarish black clothes were raised in the air, and the jagged clothes were like the minions of a predator, showing sharp edges.

The man finally couldn't move anymore, the blood loss made every movement of him extremely painful, he ordered him to lie down on the ground, and all the pleading for his life before turned into vicious curses at this moment:

"You damn dog, the vicious dog of Hong Kong and black, you must die!"