[Net King] I really can't play tennis

Glancing at the time, "Even if Mr. Dazai doesn't tell you that I will leave, please let me know if there is any progress in the future. I will leave first!"

Dazai waved his hands helplessly, mourning the passing of his rest time.

After Yukimura bent down to signal, he walked out of the gate of the Armed Detective Agency.

However, what he doesn't know is that his commission is the next last commission of the Armed Detective Agency.

No.13 days when you can't play tennis

At this time, Yukimura only felt that he had settled a mind, stood outside the door and looked up, not knowing where to go.

I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Yukimura feels that the sky is extraordinarily clear, and the blue stretches gently, just like the surface of the sea not far away, where the water and the sky are all real, yet illusory.

When I looked again, I couldn't help but be attracted by the towering buildings standing neatly beside Yokohama Port.

When did Yokohama's buildings get so tall?

Yukimura's first thought was this, but after thinking about it, the original world was different from here, such as the Armed Detective Agency that popped up suddenly.

Yukimura has never heard of this club before. He has been to Yokohama quite a few times before, so it can be said that he knows the terrain of Yokohama well, but even so, this is the first time he saw the sign of the Armed Detective Agency here. .

Is it really the butterfly effect?

After thinking for a while, only this reason can explain it.

Yukimura managed to convince himself and put the problem behind him.

When he turned around and walked back, he suddenly remembered that there was still one place he hadn't been to today.

……

Yokohama Museum of Art.

This art gallery is not very big, although it is located in the port city of Yokohama, it will never become a punching spot for many tourists.

It does not have as many collections as the Otsuka International Museum of Art, which allows people to go to it many times and can’t see enough each time; nor is it famous for being the filming location of movies and TV dramas like the Tokyo National Art Museum and the National Art Museum. .

The art museum is rarely even mentioned by name, surrounded by various industrial companies, it seems to have been completely forgotten in the corner.

Yukimura followed the direction he remembered, turned on his phone and searched for the address before finding this place.

The exterior is still the same as before, with the words "Yokohama Museum of Art" engraved on the stone in the lawn at the entrance.

Yukimura had booked the exhibition tickets here before, so he went in along the gate, checked the tickets and came to the empty hall.

The exhibits here are mainly 20th-century modernist paintings, which Yukimura hastily skipped because he wasn't here for them.

When he was hospitalized, he checked the Internet before, and today there will be a visit from the famous Japanese painting master Kazuya Shimizu, and he came here today because of this master.

The hands of the clock made a circle around the dial, and Yukimura just sat here and waited for a circle.

He didn't know if he could meet this master.

Although Yukimura knew that the master didn't like to be disturbed, especially when he was watching the exhibition.

However, he had no choice but to come to try his luck.It would be great if we could meet each other.

Because this master... was his former mentor.

She took good care of Yukimura a long time ago, not only accepting him as a disciple, but also teaching him all his unique skills.Later, when Yukimura was depressed for a long time due to illness, it was also this mentor who beat Yukimura to wake him up and encouraged him to continue to persevere.

Just before Yukimura woke up in this world, Shimizu Kazuya came to the hospital with his sick body and had a conversation with his favorite disciple.

Therefore, whether it is due to emotion or reason, he must come today.

While Yukimura was thinking about the past, a group of people suddenly walked towards him.

A few middle-aged people in suits and leather shoes came out of the innermost exhibition hall with a young man. Those middle-aged people obviously looked in high positions, but they were flattering to the young people in front of them, while the young people surrounded The pace is extremely fast, and the whole person seems impatient.

The young man was not tall, and he was wearing a hat with a chain around the brim of the hat, and a stunning face could be seen in the half-revealed area.

He was wearing a three-piece black suit, the buttons of his shirt were fastened to the neckline meticulously, the waistline was outlined by a slim vest, and the overlong windbreaker was casually draped over his shoulders, but unexpectedly did not hang to the ground.

Whoa, someone likes wearing a coat as much as I do.

Yukimura had a sudden fondness for this young man, and couldn't help but take a second look.

Unexpectedly, the two extra glances caused the young man to look straight over, and the two met their gazes.Yukimura didn't expect that he peeked at the caught bag again, and his expression was a little embarrassed.

Thinking of the last time I was entangled with Dazai Osamu after taking two glances, wouldn't it be the same this time?

Just as he was thinking wildly, the little young man got rid of the others and walked towards him.

"Are you here to see the exhibition or people?"

Contrary to Yukimura's expectations, this young man's voice is not like that of an ordinary young man, with a hint of hoarseness.There was also a hint of condescension in the question asked, as if it was due to being in a high position all year round, or because he was dissatisfied with Yukimura's peeking behavior just now.

"..."

Such a straightforward question caught Yukimura by surprise.

"Have both." Yukimura thought for a while and told the truth, "Paintings need to be admired, but the people who make them are more worthy of praise."

"Then are you familiar with this place?" The young man smiled, "Would you like to be my guide?"

"Then can we just watch it here?" Yukimura thought that he still had to meet the teacher, so he suggested to watch it only in the hall.

The young man nodded, "Of course." After speaking, he seemed to think of something, "By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. My name is Nakahara Chuya."

"Seiichi Yukimura."

After exchanging names, the two moved to the front of the painting, with Yukimura acting as the guide.

Although Yukimura does not specialize in modernist painting, as a professional painter, he must be familiar with the history of these paintings and famous painters, otherwise he will show his timidity in front of others.

Yukimura was so absorbed in explaining that he didn't notice that Nakahara Chuya was deserting.

This time Zhongyuan Zhongya came to this art gallery to discuss acquisition matters. The surrounding industries are actually PortMafia industries, and this art gallery is too out of place.

In order to buy this piece of land, he has been here five times recently, but was rejected every time.Moreover, those who want to cling to PortMafia have found out the news, and often create "encounters" here, which annoys the Central Plains.

However, he couldn't just throw his hands away and leave, so he just took advantage of Yukimura to hide for a while.

Unexpectedly, this person looks young but he really knows how to paint, and he introduced it well.

Nakahara also listened for a while, and found that Yukimura's introduction and comments were quite sharp. He didn't know some paintings that were newly exhibited, and he would not pretend to understand. I took a look.

"...I thought you knew all about it."

"I haven't been here recently, and it's normal that I don't know about their new exhibits." Yukimura said calmly, "Some works don't even know the authors."

Zhong Yuan also smiled: "You like this place very much? There doesn't seem to be a lot of traffic in this museum, right?"

Not only are there not many, it can be said that there are few people.

After all, it is hidden in this place, with no conspicuous architectural features, surrounded by industrial companies, and mostly office workers in a hurry, so there is no time to enjoy the art exhibition here.

"Although it's small, this is the closest art museum to my home." Yukimura said with a nostalgic tone, "It's the closest art museum I can come to."

It turned out that he was not even allowed to go out alone because of his illness. This art museum was the closest place he could reach, so Yukimura often stayed here until the museum was closed.

Although many things have changed in this world, this art museum is still the same as before, which makes Yukimura very nostalgic.

"Why? Can't you go to other art galleries?" Nakahara also realized that perhaps this art gallery was a sacred place for the boy in front of him.

Yukimura smiled, "It's not that you can't go, but you can't go. But in this world, too many things have changed, maybe it's like the bakery in front of the station will close one day, and you can't eat as good bread to eat."

"People always have to look forward. Since this is the case, wouldn't it be good to change to a bakery?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also held his hat, and his attitude was a little cold, "If such a deserted art museum can't follow the general trend, it will be eliminated. .”

"Even if the museum disappears, people will still remember the paintings and people," Yukimura looked directly at Nakahara Nakaya with a pair of glasses, "memory will never disappear."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly showed an evil smile: "So, it doesn't matter if I come to buy this art museum."

"It's okay, Mr. Nakahara!"

Suddenly an old and steady voice came from the oblique ground. The gray-bearded old man was hale and hearty, with bright eyes.

"Finally I see you, Mr. Aida." Nakahara Nakaya squinted his eyes and looked at the person who came, "I thought you would always avoid me."

This old man is the owner of this art gallery, and he is also the one who repeatedly refused to meet with Chuya Zhongyuan.

"Mr. Nakahara of PortMafia, you are too serious." Aida laughed, "I'm just a bad old man, relying on these young people to support my family with meager income."

Aida said indifferently: "Since young people don't care about this art museum, why should I care?"

These two fight