When the head crosses Yokohama

——Long Moon.

54.

Late at night, next to the trash can.

The outlines of some buildings could be vaguely seen in the alleys exuding a stench. The moonlight was not strong, but the surrounding area seemed a little lonely.

After late at night, few people pass by such a remote place. Compared with the bustling night in the center of Yokohama, this place is naturally much deserted.

Garbage that was not taken away by garbage trucks during the day remains in the dilapidated alleys. After a day of fermentation, the sour smell floats in the alleys. Even in the daytime, people passing through here will cover their noses and speed up to leave.

Evening happens to be the time when stray animals compete for territory and food.

People avoid the garbage dumps, but stray animals live on the garbage dumps, but today is different, next to the sour-smelling garbage cans, tonight there are no stray cats and stray dogs.

They squatted in the distance, with green lights in their eyes.

Like greed, but also like vigilance.

There's something next to the dump that keeps the animals away.

After a closer look, I found a person sitting next to the trash can under the dim moonlight. The light was too dim to see whether the person was a man or a woman, but I could clearly hear the person's breathing.

Some rush, some pain, whimpering like a wounded animal.

It sounds weak, but even so, none of the stray animals around approached this person.

Animals have very keen intuition, which tells them that people lying next to trash cans are very dangerous.

After a while, the person lying next to the trash can finally moved.In a cloud of shadows, the man supported the ground with his hands, and then slowly stood up while supporting the wall. At this moment, a shadow of a man finally appeared in the faint moonlight.

is a woman.

Messy blond hair, dirty face, and a high hooked nose.

She was wearing a topless suit, the suit was tattered, and there were countless openings from the chest to the short skirt.But this woman has a good figure, even in such a dirty and tattered suit, the fabric is almost hanging on her body, but even so, her tall and plump figure is still enough to make people think.

She is injured.

It looks like a wound on the heart, his face is getting paler under the moonlight, the high-heeled shoes on both feet have gone nowhere, and the wound on the ankle has been scabbed after being worn out. It looks blurry in the shadow, but probably You can guess the horrible appearance of the wound.

I saw her looking around with a pair of slanted eyes, and when she met stray cats and dogs squatting in the distance with fierce eyes, there was a fleeting tenderness in her eyes, and she did not approach these frightened animals. The little animal just lowered its eyes and walked forward slowly.

She doesn't seem to have a purpose, just moving forward.

Or, walking while thinking.

It's a pity that she was not very lucky. She had just walked out of the alley when she met a group of drunken alcoholics.

Because this area is avoided by people, it is usually the credit of this group of people.

Drunkenness, robbery, or obscene incidents... These people are good at such things, wandering around this kind of place every day, almost everyone who passes by will be scrutinized by these drunks.

As we said before, the woman who wakes up from the trash can has a good figure, even if she is wearing a tattered and dirty suit, it is enough to make people think.

So when the drunks saw the down-and-out blonde, they couldn't help but let out a whistle.

"Miss, where are you going so late?" The malicious eyes swept from her body to her body, and finally those eyes focused on the deep breasts of the woman.

The drunken gangsters laughed and surrounded the down-and-out woman in an instant.

"You have to be careful alone at night, why don't you let us see you off?"

"What are you talking about?" The woman looked at them with the eyes of looking at garbage, even though she was hurt and a single woman, but there was no trace of fear in her eyes, "Before sending me back, you better give me Get out of the way."

The words were a little rude, but the tone was very calm.

There is also a trace of fatigue.

"Look down on us?" The drunken gangsters in front of them laughed and said, "Brothers, I'll let you have a taste of it!"

As he spoke, he swarmed towards the woman in the middle.

They originally wanted to arrest the woman on the spot, and then dragged her to the side, but they didn't expect that everything would be over the moment this idea just came up.

A few minutes later, the cold moonlight shone on the faces of a group of punks with different skills. In their eyes before they could close, there was only drunken confusion and momentary panic left.

They have left this world without even feeling the pain.

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On the other side, after Kurolo took Wojin away from the Armed Detective Agency.

He and Wojin didn't reminisce about the old days.

There is nothing to recall, and there is nothing to sigh... Kuroro simply told Wo Jin what happened after his death, and in the calmest tone, he summed up all the life and death in a few words.

"That kid from the Kuruta tribe... is quite powerful." Originally, Wojin would roar and say something, but when he said this, he was also quite calm like Kuroro.

"But Hisoka, damn it!"

It's rare to hate someone sincerely, and Hisoka is the transformation system that Wojin hates the most.

"If I meet him again, I will tear him apart!"

Wojin said so.

Regarding what Wo Jin said, Kuroro did not express his opinion. He propped his chin with one hand and fell into a state of contemplation.

"Team leader?" Wojin asked carelessly, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about Dostoevsky." Just as Kuroro briefly described what happened to Wojin after his death, Wojin also briefly told him what happened after he met the pale and thin young man. Kuroro fell into deep thought.

"Ah, so his name is Dostoevsky?" The burly man told Kurolo about his feelings for Dostoevsky without any scruples: "I have a lot of eyes, I I don't like this kind of roundabout people, but for the sake of him treating me to a meal, I think he's not bad... Kuroro?"

"kindness?"

Looking at Wojin, Kuroro realized that he might have been distracted just now.

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about something." He didn't say what he thought.

In fact, Kurolo felt a little strange.

Dostoevsky only delayed Wojin for a while. Although he had the trouble of using Wojin to find a detective agency, according to Wojin, Dostoevsky did not actually do anything useful. move.

Wo Jin met him, and the detective agency was not too damaged.

Dostoevsky may not have been able to predict his actions. Kuroro wanted to go to the detective agency on a temporary basis, but even if he did not go to the detective agency, the loss of the detective agency would be a bit heavy, but he would still Knowing Woggin's whereabouts immediately—if Dostoevsky didn't want Woggin to meet him, then Dostoevsky shouldn't have been anywhere where Kuroro might be going.

The logic doesn't make sense.

Dostoevsky did not prevent Woking from meeting him at all, but only delayed the time. Why?

According to Kuroro's understanding of the Russian, he felt that there might be some trap in it, but Kuroro couldn't figure it out for a while.

So feel puzzled.

But Kurolo didn't say these words, and seeing Wo Jin's huge figure swaying back and forth in front of his eyes, he felt a little headache again.

Even if he did, Wojin wouldn't care.

Problems that can be solved by force, Woking will never use his brain. This is Woking's code of conduct as always. He will definitely find out Dostoevsky and beat him up, but in the end he still can't solve anything.

"Ugh……"

"What are you sighing, Commander?"

"It's nothing."

"Then what are we going to do next?" Wojin was just bigger, but he wasn't really stupid. He could see that Kuroro had his own plan.

And the remaining members of the brigade may gradually appear under Kuroro's management, so he just needs to follow Kuroro's orders.

"Next..." Kuroro's voice slowly became empty, and finally disappeared at the corner of his lips, before continuing, "There is news from Dazai-kun, we are going to pick up Pike next."

"Who is Dazai-kun?"

Wojin opened his mouth and asked like this.

Kuroro blinked at him, and there was no sense of blame in his tone, just a little helpless, "Wo Jin, did you not listen when I told you about the detective agency?"

"They have too many members, how can I remember them all at once." Wojin said as a matter of course.

Kurolo just blinked.

While the two were talking, a piece of news was being broadcast on the TV in the opposite room.

——On the morning of the 27th, the garbage truck manager found the bodies of three punks while cleaning up the garbage. They were brutally killed in a nearby alley. The victims were already dead when the bodies were found. More than seven hours, while the military police are currently investigating the cause of death of the victim.

The voice of the newscaster came from the opposite door, and Kuroro glanced at the opposite side while thinking.

The scene of the crime happened to fall into Kuroro's eyes.

It was a scene that was somewhat familiar to him.

"Is it near the red house building?" This is the place name he just heard from the news, and then Kuroro muttered to himself: "It's the same address as Mr. Dazai gave."