When the head crosses Yokohama

——What will you use him for?

51.

Yokohama's slums are located on the west side, and it is a place where robbers, rapists, and homeless people gather.

Very few locals set foot here.

Occasionally, travelers accidentally walk into this area, and they will leave quickly under the vigilant eyes of the people around them and the strange atmosphere around them. As for those who are more curious, the old saying-curiosity is all here. Kill the cat.

Being robbed or besieged is a common occurrence in this area.People living in the slums seem to have developed a pair of peculiar eyes, able to distinguish at a glance whether the strangers who enter their area are poor ghosts or little fat sheep. If it is the former, they may be able to escape a violent atrocity, but It's the latter, and most people will have embarrassing memories here.

On this day, a stranger appeared on the streets of the slum for a long time.

It was a young man in a white shirt.

He has black hair, good upbringing and gentlemanly demeanor can be seen in his gestures and gestures - for the little gangsters who have been wandering around the slums all year round, this traveler exudes the breath of a little fat sheep.

So shortly after Kuroro entered the slum, he was followed by three groups of people.

"Oh~" Kuroro didn't seem to be surprised when he looked at the group of ruffian young people in front of him: "Are you people who live in slums all year round?"

the young man asked.

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and hand over your belongings, or you won't be able to leave here safely!" The leading gangster was very unhappy with Kuroro's attitude. After taking two steps, the aggressive man was about to step forward and grab the black-haired young man's arm.

According to their experience, this kind of tourists can't help being intimidated. As long as they are a little intimidating, they will usually choose to obey.Even if they are a little bit tougher, they will surround them with a group of people, punch them twice and then flash a knife, most of them will choose to protect themselves wisely.

But the black-haired youth in front of him was a little different.

"I wonder if you are people who live in slums all year round?" Kuroro repeated.

"So what?" The leading gangster decided to give this ignorant little fat sheep a look, raised his fist and punched the opponent in the abdomen, and at the same time continued fiercely: "So what if I'm not! ?”

As a result, the beating fist was blocked by the black-haired young man, who looked like a little boy with no strength to restrain a chicken, but the strength in his hand was surprisingly strong. When the little gangster wanted to pull his hand back in anger, he realized that He couldn't move at all.

"If you are a person who lives in this slum all year round, I think you can live a little longer."

The black-haired youth continued: "But if not, I guess you will die here immediately."

With a backhand twist, the leader of the gangster, who was domineering and fierce just now, has been folded to the ground by the black-haired youth, and the gangsters who followed behind him didn't see what happened, their leaders had already rolled their eyes and stood there on the ground.

Kuroro didn't say this to the leader of the gangsters, but to these people.

Seeing that something was wrong, the little guys following behind were ready to run away as soon as they rolled their eyes, but would Kurolo let them do what they wanted?of course not.

Grabbing one with his hand, kicking two with his feet, in a whirlwind, Kuroro had randomly picked a hapless ghost, and forced him to raise his head to look at him, with the same tone at the beginning, "Do you know where Pushkin is? "

"Pushkin, Pushkin!?"

"No, I don't know... No, no, no! I know!" Seeing that the black-haired young man was about to raise his hand to deal with him in the next second, the unlucky bastard who was singled out hurriedly said: "I know! I know! If You're talking about the guy who lives in the sewer with a bunch of kids around him, then I know!"

"Where is the entrance?" Kurolo blinked: "Where is the entrance to the sewer?"

Asking this, Kuroro kicked it casually. This action did not match his white shirt at all, but the little gangster felt the touch of death, "Get up, and take me there."

"……it is good."

All the way to the entrance with the little gangster tremblingly, Kuroro blinked, and jumped down alone without embarrassing the little gangster.

Seeing this, the little gangster hurriedly slipped away, his back full of the embarrassment of the rest of his life.

Finding Pushkin was a little smoother than Kurolo had imagined. He walked along the sewer. After the initial stench dissipated, the building in front of him revealed a more and more lifelike atmosphere—someone really lived here.

Looking at the artificial scratch marks on the damp and dark wall, Kuroro thought so.

When they found him, Pushkin and the children were eating.

More than a dozen people sat around a table, the person who served the rice served the rice, and the person who drank the soup drank the soup. One of the little boys was happily telling Pushkin how stupid the man he met today was. Steal that fat man's wallet.

A joyous scene.

"I'm very sorry to disturb your meal, I'm looking for a man named Pushkin."

"elder brother?"

"elder brother?!"

The children sitting together all looked at the man in the center. Some children were a little older and had already sensed that the atmosphere was not right. Their eyes were full of hostility when they looked at Kuroro.

Pushkin's face also became ugly. He first glanced at the children on the table, then got up to comfort them, and motioned Kurolo to say something.

A man with weaknesses is more in control than he imagined. When Kuroro explained his purpose, a panic expression appeared on his face, and his whole body trembled: "You can't hurt them! Dostoevsky ...I'll take you to him."

Lowering his eyes, the man said so.

Then, Kuroro was taken to a new place by Pushkin.

Pushkin walked in front of him dejectedly like a prisoner, Kurolo stared at his back, and suddenly felt that this journey might be a conspiracy—being taken to different places by one person after another was like making a detour Same.

"Where is Dostoevsky's temporary base?" According to Orihara Rinya, Dostoevsky has not left Yokohama yet, so they should still stay in this city.

Usually Kuroro contacted Dostoyevsky, and he came directly. The Russian always seemed to know his whereabouts clearly, but Kuroro didn't pay much attention to where the man's base was.

Thinking about it now, it seems to be a bit of a miscalculation.

"It's just ahead," Pushkin repeated with cold sweat on his clenched hands, "it's just ahead, we'll be there soon."

Chrollo rolled his eyes.

"Pushkin, do you think those children will be safe if I leave the place where you live?"

"what do you mean?"

"I mean, if you don't tell me where Dostoyevsky's real base is, then wherever you and those kids around you are, I'll find them... So, it's Dostoevsky Did Yevsky ask you to delay me?"

"no no……"

Pushkin's cold sweat was already covering his whole body. He said "no" for a long time, but he didn't say "no". Finally, his legs softened and he knelt down in front of the black-haired young man, desperately saying: "I beg you Don't hurt my brothers and sisters, they didn't do anything, they really didn't do anything...!"

Kurolo rolled his eyes.

"Did Dostoevsky ask you to use this method to delay me?" Kuroro's dark eyes showed no emotion, no pity, no sympathy.

"Yes, yes!" Pushkin looked very broken: "The man said that if I don't do this, we will disclose our whereabouts to the military and police. I, I really have no choice!"

"So that's how it is." After blinking, Kuroro's dark pupils finally showed a slight change, and a smile slowly appeared in those eyes, "This is also good news for me. If Dostoevsky really asked you to hold me back, then prove that something really happened to him."

Speaking of something Pushkin didn't understand at all, the dark-haired young man asked him one last question: "Where did you and Dostoevsky meet for the last time?"

"Where did we meet last?" There was a hint of doubt in Pushkin's voice.

"Well, the last place we met."

"With that Russian, the last place we met was in the slum, next to the stable on the west side!" Pushkin said excitedly, and Kurolo felt that the other party was not lying when he looked at his expression.

"Near the stable?"

Muttering like this, Kuroro's soft words echoed in his ears.

He thought about what Pushkin said, and originally decided to go to the stable to take a look, but after thinking about it, he suddenly changed his decision: "Let's go to the detective agency first."

Pushkin heard the dark-haired youth say this.

"Do you know, this is not the first time I have come to the slums," Kurolo didn't embarrass Pushkin much, just like the young gangsters before him, but before leaving the slums, he said to Pushkin: " This probably won't be the last time."

This sounds like a threat to Pushkin, but it is not.

The black-haired young man had a smile on his face when he said this, a look that Pushkin couldn't understand at all, but he didn't have time to think too much, so he quickly ran away in embarrassment under the quiet eyes of the black-haired young man up.

Kuroro looked at the sky and thought silently.

——Dostoevsky, if Wojin really came into this world, what would you use him for?