Chapter 23

Nakahara Chuuya has always known that Yokohama is a beautiful, charming, and chaotic city, and the city incarnation of Yokohama is as dangerous and charming as this city.

The lady lifted her white skirt and swayed on the dance floor like a blooming white rose.

But Zhongyuan Zhong also knew that this white rose was the most dangerous existence in this city. Just now, when they were about to exchange dance partners, the man who was about to hold the fingertips of the eight-foot-shaped rose suddenly fell down due to heart palsy.

"He didn't fall down because of a heart attack." Nakahara Chuuya lowered his hat. He had seen the man who just fell down during a mission. He was a very capable scumbag.

The dancer in front of him had his mysterious eyes hidden by his white hat, but his red lips curved slightly under his straight nose: "Indeed, I put an ice particle in his heart."

"Don't worry, his ability is a bit troublesome. I can help you clear some obstacles."

How should I put it? In Nakahara Chuuya's mind, Yokohama has always been a relatively friendly place, but at this moment, a big question mark should be put before this impression.

But there was no time for Nakahara Chuuya to think. After the dance, the lady lifted her seemingly cumbersome skirt and bowed lightly.

"Then let's split up."

After saying that, Shinichi Hinata lifted her skirt and went to the women's lounge, while Nakahara Chuuya stayed at the party and took off his hat.

Shinichi Hinawa didn't come to Yokohama this time to bring specialties to other cities. If that was the case, there would be no need to use the city's vest, or he could just ask the clone to help.

Rather, helping out was just a side job. His real purpose was the arms that were being transported to Yokohama. Because a few days ago, Tokyo seemed to be trying to uproot the dark forces in its own city, causing some forces that were not so confident in their ability to hide to quickly move their positions. Some of the goods stored in Tokyo were even rushed to be transported away. If they could not be transported away, they chose to sell them at a low price in the nearest city.

K Group was a lucky organization. They got this batch of arms and distributed them to the cooperating forces. It seemed that it was not difficult for them to work together to divide up the Port Mafia. But it was indeed unfortunate because this batch of goods was noticed when it was shipped out of Tokyo. Not only the city consciousness but also the Port Mafia noticed K Group's purpose.

"Hey, hurry up, we need to transport these goods to trucks of other organizations. We have to hurry up, we must not be discovered by the □□ people." The scarred leader threw a half-washed cigarette to the ground in annoyance, and the unextinguished spark left a charred mark on the concrete floor. "It's really annoying, haven't those □□ people always looked down on us? They actually came after we invited them, and the one who came had to be that gravity user."

His companion patted his shoulder and consoled him, "Don't worry, we can monitor him when he comes. He's been busy dancing at the party and has no time to hinder our mission."

Scarface laughed when he heard this: "I don't know what hobbies that gravity user has. He found a woman who is much taller than him. Does he like women on top? When we eliminate □□, we will capture that woman..."

He didn't finish the obscenities he was about to say, as the metal tip of the umbrella pierced his chest without resistance, crushing his internal organs. Blood immediately gushed out from his chest and mouth.

He wanted to say something, maybe to ask for help, or to tell his companions to fight back quickly, but he couldn't say anything. A hand covered with white lace covered his mouth that kept vomiting black and red blood clots.

"Don't talk, just die quietly, you filthy rats."

As the words fell, Scarface's body fell limply. The legendary tall ghost walked out from the other side of the darkness, took off the blood-soaked gloves with disgust, and threw them on Scarface's eyes that had not yet closed.

The colleague next to Scarface was shaking violently. His legs could no longer support him to stand. As he fell to the ground, his trembling lips still sent out a signal: "Enemy, enemy attack, attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain on his forehead. His skull was pierced by the person in front of him in the same way. Before he fell, he clearly realized that the day of the demise of Group K was today.

Because the enemy it faces today is not the port mafia, nor any government forces, but the incarnation of the city where they have always lived - Yokohama!

This time, Group K mobilized most of the organization to transport the goods. If they failed to transport them out, they had to at least make sure they could get them back. After all, this was their last chance to counterattack.

The message from the man before his death was still passed on, and a large number of □□ members raised their guns and aimed at the tall woman who suddenly appeared.

This lurking was unsuccessful, but Shinichi Hirin had never thought of hiding. Unlike Tokyo, who could control his shadow and sneak into any shadowy place silently, Yokohama was a 2.4-meter-tall man, who was not suitable for hiding. Also, as Yokohama's consciousness, Shinichi Hirin only wanted to kill wantonly.

I have been restraining myself for too long. If I don't release myself, I will probably be unable to resist the urge to kill that child the next time I see him.

The pure white skirt danced in the hail of bullets. The last thing the members of Group K lacked at the moment was ammunition. They took aim at the target and quickly emptied the magazines.

Countless bullets pierced through her exquisite dress, leaving tattered holes. But they soon discovered that the bullets could only damage her clothes. From her only exposed right arm, they could see that the bullets had penetrated the flesh and were quickly pushed out by the rapidly healing flesh.

After a round of attack, bullet shells fell to the ground with a clatter.

Under such an intensive attack, being able to remain unscathed was beyond their imagination. Some members immediately lost control and covered their faces in fear, then screamed and tried to escape: "Monster, she is a monster."

Swish! This was the sound of an umbrella cutting through the air, and in the process, it chopped off the head of the person who was running away.

The bright red blood splashed on the pure white dress, and the smile at the corners of the lady's lips became more and more raised, and then the hoarse laughter could no longer be stopped, and she laughed out loud wantonly.

The following process was a bit boring, at least for Shinichi Nichiren in the shell. He was so bored that he was thinking about what kind of shelf he should buy for Kyoto. The last time he sent one, it was rejected because the material was too poor.

But unlike Hinawa Shinichi's, this body of Hachishaku-san is frightening because of the stimulation brought by the blood and flying corpses. The waving of the umbrella in her hand brings more stimulation every time. Even though the massacre of humans will bring some sequelae to the city's consciousness, she still enjoys it.

In fact, this is easy to understand. Humans also pierce various parts of the body for stimulation. When the needle pierces the skin and flesh, it will bleed and cause pain, but the pleasure brought by this behavior itself can dissolve these insignificant pains.

The blood gradually dyed the white dress into red, until the long golden hair was also stained with blood. The red liquid dripped along the curve of the hair end, and this one-sided massacre ended.

The lady, already soaked in blood, stood there gasping quietly, as if trying to calm down the pleasure the killing had brought her.

However, the curve on the corner of her mouth immediately subsided because Shinichi Hinata heard footsteps coming from behind him.

The visitor had no intention of hiding his identity, and even clapped his hands without any hesitation when he was still a few meters away.

Mori Ogai was clapping as if he had watched a brilliant performance.

"What a brilliant battle." Mori Ogai looked around with scarlet eyes, and was very satisfied with it. □□ has grown a lot compared to the past, but if Group K can organize other organizations to counterattack together, it will indeed cause some trouble.

So in order to prevent accidents, Mori Ogai gave Nakahara Chuuya the order to control all the high-ranking members of the organization at the ball. As for this batch of arms, Mori Ogai originally had no intention of taking it. He had ambitions, but he also knew that he couldn't eat it now.

However, after seeing Nakahara Chuuya and Yokohama together at the ball, Mori Ogai felt that he might be able to get the goods with Yokohama's help, so he left the ball and followed Yokohama here.

Mori Ogai's plan was not entirely based on imagination. According to his information, Yashakari, the incarnation of Yokohama's consciousness, appeared for the first time and saved Nakahara Chuuya. Although he went to the Armed Detective Agency later, his purpose was also to treat the poisoned Nakahara Chuuya. After that, he appeared again in the □□ Building, and the person he met this time was Dazai Osamu.

So Mori Ogai guessed that even if Yokohama didn't lean towards the □□ camp, she at least had a good impression of the two people in the □□. As long as she didn't lean towards a camp, Mori Ogai felt that he could win her over.

The massacre in Yokohama that he had just witnessed made Mori Ogai even more certain that his city was by no means a good place, but rather one of darkness.

Mori Ogai bowed and said, "It's our first meeting. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am..."

"I know who you are." The lady in front of him interrupted his introduction mercilessly. Her purple-gray eyes were slanted, and her real gaze gave people a great sense of oppression. At this moment, she was no longer smiling, and she was as cold as the statues enshrined in the shrine.

Mori Ogai did not lose his composure. He continued, "It turns out that our city consciousness knows my name. I am honored."

"I came here this time to make a deal with you. It would be great if you are willing to cooperate with me for a long time." Mori Ogai did not keep anyone in suspense and stated his purpose very directly. "I think you also know that Mr. Fukuzawa and I have the same ideas. We are both people who care about this city wholeheartedly. So I think it would be great if the city consciousness can protect us."

He was very humble, and after he finished speaking, he waited for the person's answer with a faint smile. Mori Ogai might not be an excellent doctor, but he was definitely an outstanding ambitious man.

Use words to sway, use interests to distract, as long as there is a common goal, even enemies can cooperate.

But this time he made a mistake -

"What do you want?" The lady's voice was not pleasant, and her deliberately suppressed voice became hoarse and heavy.

Bashiyang didn't need his answer. She paced back and forth on the spot, her pointed high heels making sounds on the concrete floor.

"On Chang'an Island, you wanted to win that battle." She seemed to be thinking, holding her chin with her pale hand.

Mori Ogai's expression changed. What happened to him on Changan Island should be confidential, and that island was not a city. Could it be that the city consciousness was really omniscient and omnipotent to this extent?

What he didn't know was that the souls of the soldiers who died tragically on Chang'an Island had generated enough resentment to create cursed spirits, and this resentment was entangled around him at all times.

The existence of city consciousness was only recently announced. In order to achieve a harmonious relationship with humans, Shinichi Hinawa took the initiative to release some information about city consciousness. However, he never revealed whether city consciousness can be killed.

Regarding this, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru have already caught a glimpse of it because of their entry into the Edo Dream Realm. As time goes by, this will definitely be discovered, and Hinawa Shinichi has no way to stop it and does not intend to stop it.

The concept of a city is never a piece of land, but a piece of land with more people, which can be called a city. The subject of urban consciousness is people, but not just people. All human beings living in the city, countless aspirations and visions, gather together to form urban consciousness.

Positive emotions form city consciousness, while negative emotions form curse spirits. If the city consciousness is strong, it can suppress the generation of curse spirits. If the city consciousness is weak, negative emotions and the curse spirits generated by it will burn the city consciousness, and even pollute the city consciousness, causing it to perish.

This is the initial cycle, so no matter how many buildings are destroyed by the Kagudu crater or how the Leibo Street burns the underground soil, these are not important to the city consciousness. What leaves them with a fatal injury is the resentment of the screaming undead in the disaster.

So of course Yokohama hates Mori Ogai, the curse of the ghosts of Tokoyami Island is as real as a substance, and this executioner still shamelessly says that he wants to save her.

Bashiyang stopped and looked at the person in front of her: "What do you want when you come to Yokohama? Power? No, what you want now should be simpler. You like to proceed step by step. So, is it this batch of goods?"

Mori Ogai had already sensed something was wrong at this moment: "I didn't mean to make you angry, maybe you misunderstood me."

A bone-chilling chill immediately filled the air. Fortunately, the area covered by the white ice was not the ground under Mori Ogai's feet, but the warehouses and trucks loaded with munitions. A teeth-grinding sound was heard. Without further investigation, one could guess that the batch of munitions might have been completely scrapped.

Mori Ogai instinctively wanted to step back, but he stopped in order not to show his fear: "If you are willing, □□ will take over the restoration of Leibo Street..."

He couldn't finish his words. The exquisite umbrella didn't look so good when used as a killing weapon, especially when it was pointed at Mori Ogai's throat.

"Rintaro!" Alice narrowly pushed her creator to the ground. The umbrella used as a spear made a blast as it pierced through the air and was nailed firmly to the wall behind Mori Ogai.

She really wanted to kill him.

At this moment, Mori Ogai clearly felt the murderous intention of his own city towards him. His supernatural incarnation was already suspended in the air, ready to guard against attacks from Yokohama at any time.

"I don't understand." Mori Ogai frowned. There were few things that surprised him. "I thought that you were able to communicate with Mr. Fukuzawa because you agreed with the Three-minute Concept. But why do you have to be hostile to me?"

Bashiyang tilted her head, without a trace of smile on her face. She stretched out her right hand, and the white umbrella automatically flew back into her hand: "You shouldn't have appeared in front of me. I didn't go looking for you. Why did you look for me... to die?"

The voice became quieter and quieter, and when it disappeared, Yashaki swung his umbrella as a weapon and attacked. Mori Ogai was not only an ambitious man with a keen political sense, but also had strong strength. Alice's weapon was also an umbrella, also white, but much smaller than Yashaki's. I don't know if Mori Ogai chose it for her, but after several rounds of attacks from Yashaki, it was quickly scrapped.

Hinawa Shinichi didn't really want to kill Mori Ogai. Apart from venting his emotions on behalf of Yokohama Consciousness, what was more important was to make his position clear. Yokohama would care about the children who joined □□. This had nothing to do with the forces they were in, but simply because they were still children. In Yokohama's view, stubborn and numb adults had no meaning of being saved, but children had the possibility of change.

Perhaps Mori Ogai would think Yokohama was crazy, but the city itself was chaotic.

There is no point in fighting without any effort. Having already completed what he wanted to do, Shinichi Hinawa does not plan to spend any more time on Mori Ogai.

The umbrella was waving and attacking, the supernatural Alice was scattered, and Mori Ogai was stepped on the ground by high heels. He has rarely been so embarrassed since he became the leader of the □□.

Mori Ogai was still smiling, but the next second his hand holding the sharp scalpel was nailed to the ground by the tip of the umbrella.

"Hiss~" Mori Ogai took a breath of cold air, "Madam, are you really determined to kill me? I think you know how chaotic the □□ will be without a leader."

As for Yokohama, Shinichi Hinawa was not really angry about this blatant threat. Yokohama was only angry about one thing: Mori Ogai did not respect life. His so-called optimal solution was to trample on human feelings.

Strangely enough, Yokohama as a city respects life more than Mori Ogai as a human being.

The lady's hoarse voice rang in Mori Ogai's ears: "□□ has two children. Whoever becomes the leader will do better than you."

Mori Ogai wanted to speak, but his mouth was covered by her hand. Her golden curly hair fell beside her cheeks, just like lovers whispering sweet words to each other, but the woman's expression was very cold: "I know everything about you, so don't try to bring dangerous things into Yokohama again! This is my final warning to you!"

After saying that, Hinawa Shinichi swung his umbrella and knocked Mori Ogai unconscious, leaving him lying alone on the concrete ground littered with corpses.

The system also complained: [If Dr. Mori was twenty years younger, would you not be so ruthless? ]

Shinichi Hinawa maintained his Yokohama-style indifference: "Heh."

The system knew that there was a reason for all this, and it was all Mori Ogai's own fault. Not long ago, the Yokohama branch received news that Mori Ogai sent people to France to spread the news about Nakahara Chuuya, intending to lure Verlaine to Yokohama.

Originally, this matter was done very secretly, and even the Yokohama branch did not notice it. After all, Mori Ogai only gave the lucrative gem business to Nakahara Chuuya, and this business just happened to require communication with overseas. It was just that Nakahara Chuuya completed the task too well, resulting in his reputation spreading overseas.

It all looked like a coincidence, and without reminders, Yokohama would not even have become clear until Verlaine arrived in Yokohama.

But someone happened to pass this news to Yokohama, and that person was Dazai Osamu, who had reached a cooperation with Mori Ogai in attracting Verlaine.

The moon is as cool as water under the night light. A city like Yokohama may be chaotic and disorderly, but its beauty cannot be denied at all. Here there is the poor and cold Leibo Street, the distinctive Chinatown, and the Sankeien Garden which has become a tourist attraction.

But even if you are a native of Yokohama, it is hard to know that there is such a place in Yokohama.

This is a desolate place, with industrial waste scattered everywhere. Due to heavy pollution, the weeds that grow there are thin and yellow. But here stands an inconspicuous abandoned container, which is the residence of Dazai Osamu.

Bashiyang appeared above the container, her exquisite high heels tapping on the iron sheet, sending out the agreed signal.

Dazai Osamu walked out of the container, and when he looked up, the moonlight just fell on his face.

Yokohama's attitude towards minors is friendly. When Shinichi Hinawa looked at the fifteen-year-old boy, there was no calculation in his eyes towards Dr. Hinawa. What Shinichi Hinawa thought was that Mori Ogai might have really abused minors, otherwise why did Nakahara Chuuya still be that tall after so long, and Dazai Osamu looked like he would fall down if the wind blew.

The complex eyes of the eight-foot-long man looked at Dazai Osamu, which made the young man below shudder with fear. Dazai Osamu had a hunch about Yokohama's personality since the first time he met him, but he thought that the only person Yokohama would care about was a naive person like the slug. People like him who had already fallen deeply into the quagmire should be left to drown.

So what was that look like? A mother looking at her child? He was just an outsider, not a citizen of Yokohama.

Dazai Osamu had countless complaints in his mind, and the eight-foot-long gaze made him want to turn his head away awkwardly, but surprisingly, after getting used to this kind of gaze, he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

Dazai threw a coin, opened his five fingers to catch it, and looked up at Yokohama: "Madam, what are you doing here?"

He was asking knowingly, but Hinawa Shinichi didn't care. Hachisha's unique voice rang out: "Take me to the place where Rimbaud died."

Dazai was stunned. He had obtained Rimbaud's notes and obtained information from Verlaine. Chuuya Nakahara's secrets should all be in that laboratory. Before the Yokohama consciousness appeared, he and Dr. Mori took the risk to lure Verlaine here for this information. However, after the incarnation of the Yokohama consciousness appeared, Verlaine became a problem. The best way was to take the information obtained from Verlaine and then drive Verlaine out of Yokohama.

Of course, it is easier said than done when an artificial psychic who is more powerful than Chuuya Nakahara comes to Yokohama. The only person who can fully understand the hidden danger is Yokohama!

However, Mori Ogai seemed to be unwelcome in his own city, so the task of contacting Yokohama fell on Dazai Osamu.

Yokohama at night is much more dangerous than during the day. Shinichi Hinawa watched Dazai Osamu moving through the alleys and easily pinning the thug who was threatening him down and slamming his head against the wall.

The splash of blood stained a spot on Dazai's cheek red, and Hachisha handed him a handkerchief to wipe it clean. Dazai turned around and smiled innocently: "I killed someone in Yokohama. As a Yokohama, won't you be angry?"

"That man is beyond saving." The man who was half killed by Dazai Osamu had curly hair, dirty hands and feet, lifeless eyes, and needle marks on his exposed arms. He was a common drug addict lurking in dark corners.

Hearing this, Dazai Osamu laughed. His fingertips couldn't cover his laughter, which soon turned into wild laughter. It took him a long time to recover: "Then do you think there is still hope for me?"

Bashi looked him straight in the eye, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Aren't you asking for help?"

Human nature is contradictory, and Dazai Osamu, who is familiar with human nature, is even more contradictory. On the one hand, he shouts that the world is boring and there is nothing worth living for, while on the other hand, he walks in the mud. Every place he passes by, he wants to dig three feet into the ground to find the meaning of his survival.

I want to die!

Help me!

After saying this, Shinichi Hinawa no longer cared about Dazai Osamu. He came to the place where Rimbaud died to find something, the singularity left by the colored painting collection.

Shinichi Hinawa's most comprehensive understanding of this world is the story before he entered this world. This is a benefit given by the system. That is why he knows that Rimbaud used his special powers to create the singularity and stayed in Yokohama waiting for Verlaine.

Yokohama's power allowed him to know the place where Rimbaud died, but if he wanted a more specific location, he would need an assistant to find it faster.

"It was here that he was defeated by me and the dwarf, and the dwarf took his hat." Dazai Osamu pointed to a location that looked no different from other places, but in his memory, the man ended his life here.

"Rather than saying that we defeated him, it would be better to say that he just didn't want to live." Dazai Osamu stretched lazily, "It's great to be able to reach paradise so easily."

Hachisha gave him a disapproving look, and Dazai turned his head away again.

The system sent a notification at this time: [Detected the existence of the energy crystal, just above that piece of land. Hey, why are there other strange things? 】

Shinichi Hirin's attention was diverted by the system. When he turned around, he could see a little bit of the outline but could not see the whole picture.

"System, use the remaining points to upgrade Yokohama." Shinichi Hinata gave the order. He had opened a lot of aliases at once, and the points were not enough. He used up all the inventory to upgrade Yokohama to the second level.

[Received! ] The system executed the command after receiving it.

After about three seconds, Shinichi Hirin felt the change in power. The city consciousness was born strong, but only when it reached the second level could one master the city's capabilities in detail.

For Yokohama now, it is an ability similar to that of the ghost Hachishaku.

After the level went up, the eight-foot-long pupils instantly turned into animal-like vertical pupils. In the blink of an eye, the pupils returned to their original state, but the improvement brought by the upgrade was internal. Shinichi Hirin immediately felt the difference. Compared with the initial vague outline, he could now clearly see the translucent figure and the faint demonic aura that the figure carried.

Shinichi Hinawa then realized why he could only see the outline of Yashakyou before. This newly born little monster was already very weak. If there was no other intervention, it might disappear today. He would naturally not let this monster disappear, but -

Restraining the urge to poke, Hinata asked the system in his mind: "Was it originally going to develop like this?"

Although the system has a wider field of vision, some things can only be seen with the help of the host's eyes. Through Shinichi Hirin's sight, the system was shocked: [I remember there is none. ]

Its voice was trembling: [Not necessarily, maybe I missed it, I'll go check it now. ]

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Yokohama had stayed in one place for too long, Dazai Osamu walked over.

Dazai Osamu naturally couldn't see things that only a second-level eight-foot-long could see clearly. Hinawa Shinichi thought for a moment and released a skill on the ground.

A small bubble fell, just covering a small area on the ground. This was the ability of Yasha. The bubble was actually a barrier, but Shinichi made it as small as possible. Within the barrier, the flow of time was controlled by Yokohama.

The newly born little monster had no idea how long it had been in this place. Without any replenishment of its demonic power, it was about to dissipate. Hirin Shinichi controlled the time in the barrier and adjusted it back to the time when it was just born, when its demonic power was at its strongest.

Although still very weak, it was able to maintain its shape and be seen by Dazai Osamu.

At the first sight, Dazai's eyes widened, then he turned his head and asked Yokohama: "Is this why you asked me to bring you here?"

The system came back with the investigation at this time: [I found the reason. The original Rimbaud used the painting collection to create a singularity after his death, but the real Rimbaud was indeed dead, and the painting collection could not revive him. However, the time of Rimbaud's death was too close to the birth of the city consciousness. Originally, there was no possibility of transformation into a demon in this world. With the existence of the city consciousness, there was a weak demon power in Yokohama. Rimbaud relied on a trace of demon power to successfully transform into a demon! ]

Shinichi Hinawa hid some of the information in the system's words and slightly polished it before repeating it to Dazai Osamu. At the same time, he raised his right palm upwards, and a singularity gem that flickered with light appeared in his palm: "This was my original purpose, and he was an accident."

The other hand of the eight-foot-tall man pointed at Rimbaud who was wrapped in the barrier. He still had the familiar long black hair, white earmuffs, and was wearing the same warm clothes as before. The only difference from when he was still a human was that the French man who was originally more than 1.8 meters tall was now three heads tall.

Now he is sitting in the bubble of the barrier, blinking his eyes, with a confused look in his eyes, and his hands are still covering his earmuffs. He looks very... cute?

"I set the time back to when he had just transformed into a demon, and his memory was not very clear yet." Shinichi Hirin explained to Dazai Osamu in a timely manner.

It was the first time that Dazai Osamu realized that the word cute could be applied to the fierce Randou cadres. You know, even if he and Nakahara Chuuya tried their best, they would not have won the battle if their opponents had no desire to survive!

Dazai Osamu bent down. It was the first time he looked at his former rival from this angle. He felt very strange: "So what is he now?"

"A kind of monster that can only be found in snowy mountains, the snow boy. When it grows up, its adult form is snow, the snow man." Bashiyang tapped the top of the bubble barrier and injected a wisp of demonic energy into it so that the little man inside could recover his memory quickly. However, he injected a little too much at once, and the little monster fell to the ground and fell asleep after eating too much.

The huge ghost was a little at a loss for the small new monster: "I once had a companion who was incarnated as a snow woman. If she is still alive, I can send this to her. She will give him enough guidance."

If it is still there, it means it is gone. Yokohama's companions are naturally city-conscious, but considering that cities have changed for thousands of years and there are countless cities that have disappeared, Dazai Osamu does not intend to spend time on this.

Dazai Osamu rolled his iris eyes left and right, and immediately put on a sweet smile, like a kid asking for candy on Halloween, and almost shook the lady's hand and said, "Randou is a former cadre of our □□. Xiaodiao, no, it's Chuuya. He attaches great importance to this person, so he, can I bring him back to Chuuya to see?"

For Yokohama, who likes children, it is difficult to refuse children's coquetry, but when children have bad intentions, responsible parents will refuse such requests.

She watched Dazai Osamu's rare performance of acting like a spoiled brat, and was silent for a while before she slowly said, "If this newborn snow boy is not controlled by demonic power, he will completely disappear in three or four hours. He can only survive temporarily in this barrier."

Dazai Osamu didn't ask the stupid question of whether he could take the barrier away with him. His supernatural power would directly destroy the barrier. If he let Nakahara Chuuya take it, wouldn't he be giving the little slug a birthday present, a huge surprise at that. He didn't want to do that!

"Then I'll give it to you, ma'am, for safekeeping. After all, this is our perfect weapon against Verlaine." Dazai Osamu stroked his chin and suddenly thought of a question, "Ma'am, do you have a place for him to stay?"

It is known that Verlaine must stay with Yokohama. Yokohama appeared in the city twice, once to save people and another time to buy things for others? But no matter what, there is no information about Yokohama's residence.

Maybe there is no residence in Yokohama at all. It is not strange to think about it. Hachisha is not a human being who needs sleep, and he will not be hungry or hurt. There is no point in having a house to shelter from the wind and rain. Maybe he prefers to stand on a high place late at night and look down at his city.

Thinking of this, Dazai Osamu made a suggestion: "Do you need me to provide you with a place to live? What do you like? A house by the sea, with a good sea view. No, maybe you like the city center."

"No need." Bashiyang interrupted him, and she repeated, "I don't need you to find a place to live for me. I should have my own place to live."

She looked thoughtful: "I should have it."

This kind of expression had appeared in Dazai Osamu's memory, but there was no time to think about it, and Hachishayo returned to his most common expressionless face.

"Come with me to my place and settle the child down first, then we can do what you want to do."

Is there a place to live in Yokohama? This question has actually been solved a long time ago.

At first, it was Kyoto who wanted a storage room to store his collection, and the second one was Mika, who wanted a study. Later, more and more cities made requests, and these cities could build their own barriers (similar to Edo's dream barrier). As long as the barrier was built in the right area, they would have the space they wanted.

The only problem was that humans could not get close to the area where the barrier was placed, otherwise it would become a place for humans to venture, so Shinichi Hinawa often spent money to buy that area. Fortunately, in addition to the salary from the Jujutsu High School, the organization would also pay Shinichi Hinawa a considerable salary, and the barrier did not require a large area, so it was relatively easy for Shinichi Hinawa.

The only place without a residence is Tokyo, because before absorbing the fragment of Edo, even if Shinichi Hinawa used points to upgrade it, it would not be able to build a barrier.

Yokohama's residence was in an abandoned shrine. This urban incarnation born from a chaotic city desired a quiet residence, and Hinawa Shinichi naturally satisfied her needs. However, even after the residence was built, Yashayo never lived there for more than a few days.

When Dazai followed Yashakyo to the so-called residence, he was also shocked. Is this the so-called grass on the grave that is taller than others? If he hadn't followed Yashakyo to take a special road, he wouldn't have seen the torii buried in the grass, and he wouldn't have known that this was actually a shrine. By the way, there is a cemetery next to it. Do you really not mind living here?

"This should be my residence." The lady's tone was a little hesitant.

The minors living in containers have no right to criticize the urban consciousness of those living in abandoned shrines, but Hachisha's uncertain tone made Dazai Osamu want to complain.

In fact, it was just that Yokohama seldom came back, so Shinichi Hinawa wasn't quite sure where the door to the barrier was.

Under Dazai Osamu's resentful eyes, Hinawa Shinichi searched for more than ten minutes before he found the door to the barrier. It was originally located near the shrine's torii gate, but the shrine was already abandoned, and the torii gate had completely fallen apart during the days when he hadn't returned.

In order to prevent Dazai from seeing the scene inside the barrier, Hirin Shinichi opened the door very small, like a zipper with only a small opening, and then he stuffed the barrier ball in his hand with some effort. Maybe the spherical barrier has good elasticity, judging from the sound coming from inside, the ball should have bounced several times.

Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched, and he felt that Yokohama still hated Rimbaud, one of the murderers of the Raibo Street Massacre, even though he had become smaller!

Shinichi Hinawa didn't notice Dazai Osamu's expression. After putting the ball in, he took out his umbrella again. Tonight was a sleepless night, so he had to completely eliminate the nightmare of Yokohama tonight!

(End of this chapter)