Chapter 123: The Scene in Yokohama Fushimi... How does he view Yokohama? ...
↑ Haha, just kidding.
The three of them discussed for a long time, but unfortunately the curry restaurant recommended by Oda Sakunosuke was not selected.
In the end, they chose a relatively famous local dessert shop in Yokohama.
"I'm more curious about the desserts in Yokohama than the staple foods that can be found anywhere." Umetaro Nozaki held up his phone and took pictures of the cake on the plate in front of him from every angle.
Players feel that Umetaro Nozaki is simply expanding the variety of desserts that can be drawn into the comics.
Oda Sakunosuke, who was sent by Edogawa Ranpo to accompany the client to collect materials, naturally had no objection.
As for players,
Player: Chew, chew, chew...
Perhaps there is something in common between creation and creation.
Earlier, I accidentally heard that Oda Sakunosuke had the idea of writing, but was worried about where to start. Nozaki Umetaro then generously shared his experience in creation.
Well,
Fushimi Kyoki watched as the young man, with some stubble on his face and a look of vicissitudes of life, listened attentively to Umetaro Nozaki sharing his experience in conceiving girls' comics.
The player opened the "Moe Ai" that he had just received, which was signed by Yumeno Sakiko:
'Mamiko! '
"Suzuki-kun~"
I have no idea what kind of stories Oda Sakunosuke will write in the future with Umetaro Nozaki’s generous teaching.
"Oh, it's Fushimi?"
The player looked up and saw a gentle smiling face.
The man raised his hand and pointed in a direction. "I just saw a familiar figure in the distance, and I thought I had the wrong person."
His gaze slowly moved downwards.
The blonde, blue-eyed girl being led by the man waved at her energetically and called out in a clear voice, "Fushimi!"
"Mr. Mori?" The player lowered his head and responded to the little girl's greeting. "And Alice."
I met a couple, one big and one small, holding hands in a dessert shop. There seemed no need to ask them why they were there.
"Hmm...will I be seen as someone who's not doing their job properly? I still cherish my job as a doctor." He seemed to be talking to himself, defending himself. "Giving my body and mind a proper rest is precisely so I can better focus on my work."
Being rejected by a tsundere little girl, earnestly holding the desserts you bought and begging her to accept them... Is this the way Mori Ogai meant to relax?
Fushimi Kyo was silent.
After a moment's hesitation, he handed over the cupcake.
Alice, who was extremely disgusted with the milkshake bought by Mori Ogai, blinked blankly, her eyes fell on the cake in front of her, and she let out a very light "hum" from her nose, and only took a small bite proudly.
Mori Ogai thanked Alice on her behalf, "This shop has been quite popular lately. Did Fushimi come here because of its reputation?"
"Ah, and over there..." He looked towards Nozaki Umetaro and Oda Sakunosuke with a smile, "Is that Fushimi's friend?"
The player turned slightly, thought for a moment, and replied, "Is he a client of the detective agency, and a friend of Mr. Fukuzawa?"
Players cannot tell the relationship between Oda Sakunosuke and the Detective Agency.
Mori Ogai nodded in understanding and said with a smile, "It seems that Lord Silver Wolf's Armed Detective Agency is on the right track."
Silver Wolf?
This familiar tone...
Before Fushimi Kyoji could ask Mori Ogai about the 'Silver Wolf', their conversation was interrupted by someone who came.
A black windbreaker similar to the one issued by the port mafia can help you avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble in Yokohama in most cases.
——That’s true in most cases.
Fushimi Kyoji thought so when he was stopped by a passerby who suddenly appeared in front of them and shouted "Port Mafia" viciously.
Rather than being pointed at with a knife in a passionate manner, players are more concerned about...
——In Yokohama, if you wear a windbreaker, you will be mistaken for a member of the port mafia!
This city full of stereotypes reveals a strong desire to make people complain.
"No connection to the Port Mafia?" The passerby who stopped the player was clearly not going to be easily convinced. He pointed at the dejected man standing behind the player and asked, "Then why is the □□ leader's personal doctor with you?"
Fushimi Kyoji turned around, and Mori Ogai looked back at him innocently.
"It's because of this doctor that the madman is still alive..."
Faced with such a somewhat tricky situation, Moriou couldn't help but look a little embarrassed: "Oh, this is really..."
He sighed and said, "You are too kind. The medical skills I have learned are just the basics."
"Do you think I'm praising you?" the man with Shark Teeth complained.
Fushimi Kyoki made a gesture to Oda Sakunosuke and Nozaki Umetaro to keep away from him, and suddenly his other hand was held by a warm touch.
Alice took the player's hand and made a face at Mori Ogai. "Don't worry about Rintaro. Use him as bait and let's run away secretly."
"Don't abandon me, Alice~" Mori Ogai pretended to be sad and tried to persuade her to stay. "Without me, no one will pay for the strawberry parfait that Alice has been waiting in line for for so long."
Maybe the strawberry parfait is really tempting.
The player didn't feel any resistance, as if he had given up the idea of pulling her away, and easily raised the hand that Alice was holding.
Alice looked up at her with her cobalt blue eyes blinking frequently, and said reluctantly: "Then let's take Rintaro with us."
Mori Ogai was moved: "I will always remember your kindness in my heart."
A passerby, seemingly seeking revenge against the Port Mafia, couldn't stand it any longer: "Are you acting like some useless old man being bullied by middle school kids? That's disgusting!"
Having said that, he rushed towards Mori Ogai with a knife, as if he didn't want to waste any more time with them.
Fushimi Kyoji's eyes flashed, and he drew his sword with his backhand: "Timely rain and blue swallow flow!"
Alice's cobalt blue eyes shone with an inorganic luster, vaguely resembling the temperament of Mori Ogai, who no longer deliberately controlled his facial expressions.
He silently watched the sword skills displayed by the person in front of him.
The figure in my mind moved without any hesitation, and drew his sword cleanly and neatly, and the water splashed by the sword energy turned into a torrent.
She said in a deep voice:
"——Seventh Style: Blowing Rain!"
Even the opponents were fully focused and ready to fight after the player shouted out the move name with great momentum.
"……"null.
Nothing happened.
"Hehe, it doesn't work." The player said as expected.
"What are you doing so cheerfully?" the enemy complained incomprehensibly.
As if he thought he was being fooled, he used the short knife in his hand to block the player's slightly clumsy long knife and sent it flying several meters away.
Player whose weapon dropped it in an instant: Oo my... knife
"Hmph, now you're at your wit's end." He pointed a knife at the player.
"Do you need help?" Alice's voice, as sweet as if covered in honey, was soft and gentle as she whispered in her ear.
Fushimi Kyoji shook his head, stared at the tip of the knife in front of him, and reached into his clothes to grope.
The other man looked at her in astonishment as she raised the black muzzle of the gun and pointed it at him: "Compared to swinging a sword and slashing, I'm still better at pulling the trigger."
Alice opened her eyes slightly wider in excitement, foreseeing the other party's future fate, and silently mouthed: "Bang"
…
"I didn't expect Fushimi to be involved. It really makes me ashamed as an adult."
Mori Ogai first expressed his sincere apology, not even glancing at the mess not far away. He turned and asked casually, "I'm a little curious about something. Can Fushimi help me clear it up?"
"Huh?"
"Just now..." Mori Ogai paused, looking towards where they were at the time. No one had dealt with the shattered remains of the chandelier. "Why did you choose to shoot at the ceiling?"
"Well, at that distance, it would be easier to hit the person by aiming and shooting directly?" he said, a thoughtful look on his face.
The plan of shooting to break the chandelier and hit the enemy below to subdue them is too unexpected.
"Eh... I haven't thought about it that much. If I had to give a reason, it's probably because I'm more familiar with still objects than moving ones."
"And..." As if he had never expected to be asked this question, the player showed a rare hesitation, and his hands began to make more small movements.
Mori Ogai was happy to see this, but did not speak. He watched the other person slide his index finger across the side of his face in embarrassment.
“Even in this game.”
The player paused and spoke from the heart.
“…I don’t want to do that either.”
Mori Ogai blinked slowly, as if understanding. "Ah, that's how it is."
"Can I hear what Fushimi thinks of Yokohama?"
The player stared at the passerby who had threatened to kill the port mafia leader, the doctor, but was now being towed away by a police car, and said solemnly, "The public security situation is quite serious."
"It's going to be okay."
He said this in a meaningful tone that made it difficult to discern his true emotions.
"It will get better soon."
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