【Hui Shimazaki】Guide to domestication of wild cats

The banquet was drawing to a close, and the blind bartender who had left halfway returned to his seat at some point.Several young ladies who had been trying to find an opportunity to talk to him seemed to have found a bend of clear water in a boring desert, rushing past them dancing their exquisite dresses and skirts.There seemed to be countless flowers blooming around the bartender in black, competing for splendor to the point of dissatisfaction with the neglected boys and buddies.

However, no one dared to talk about it. Even if it was an attendant who could appear on such an occasion, there might be some kind of force behind him that could not be easily offended.

What's more, this man who talks and laughs with the daughters of the major families who control the lifeblood of this country, as if chatting is his vocation, in the eyes of outsiders, he is not just a mere bartender.

Shimazaki skillfully piled up different concentrations of wine in small goblets, making their different hues layered like a rainbow under the huge chandelier.It's not that they haven't seen such a bartending technique, but the girls still exclaimed as if seeing it for the first time.

Half of it was because of the beauty of the light cast by the flowing light of the wine after being slightly drunk, and the other half was because of the man who handed them the wine.

Shimazaki fully recognizes and recognizes his own charm, and he doesn't feel too much pride or vanity about it, everything is just expected.He took the grenadine and made a drink for the last girl.The ingredients used to make cocktails each have their own color and thickness, but Shimazaki can't see it. He can only judge by the shape of the bottle, its placement and the smell it emits.

I heard that the blood is red, which happens to be similar to the color of this syrup.

When he killed the target just now, he was suddenly curious about the taste of blood, whether it would be as sweet and greasy as grenadine.So, he took off his gloves for the first time in the mission because he always wears gloves because of his cleanliness.

The weird salty taste like rust still lingered on his tongue, making Shimazaki feel a little sick.

The one who did such a disgusting thing was himself, and Shimazaki had nothing to complain about.He just wants to go to his favorite store as soon as possible to cover this disgusting taste with his favorite food.

The alcohol made the guests at the banquet collectively fall into a sense of floating as if they were in an illusion, and no one noticed that there was one less visitor.Of course, the guards will soon find the body of the missing person.Shimazaki thought it was almost time to leave.He reached for the gin placed on the second row and the fourth compartment of the wine cabinet, and found that the bottle was empty without any surprise.So he bowed to the expectant girl in front of him with an apologetic smile.

That's a good reason, Shimazaki thought.Before the banquet is over, no one is allowed to leave without authorization, and there will naturally be someone holding hands at the exit.So he unlocked the combination lock of the safe passage and walked in with brisk steps.The alternate escape passage, which was not usually open for use, was pitch black, but to Shimazaki, the presence or absence of light was not important.He was humming, and the only sound in his ears was the creaking sound of his polished leather shoes stepping on the stairs.

26 floors, it is not easy to walk.Fortunately, a breath that does not belong to Shimazaki suddenly broke into the darkness and silence, which suddenly added color to this boring trip.

The steps are very light, and it can be judged that the opponent's weight will not be a grown man.If it was a woman or a child, the person who sent him to stop Shimazaki would be too arrogant.

Thinking about it, Shimazaki curled the corners of his lips and couldn't help laughing.

Ordinary people have probably been annoyed by this smile for a long time, asking why he still looks happy when he is about to die.But the person who came here was well-trained and did not speak, and his breathing was so steady that there were no noises.Probably because he knew that a blind person like Shimazaki would definitely train his other senses to the extreme. Once he opened his mouth, he might reveal more information than he could have imagined.

The sound of footsteps became lighter, but the sound of breathing was getting closer.Shimazaki simply leaned against the wall, waiting for the opponent to initiate an attack.This does not mean that he underestimated the enemy or gave up on himself, on the contrary, Shimazaki's strength is close combat - you can't expect a blind man to play with guns, right?Since you want to get close, of course it's best to wait for the other party to get close.

There was a sudden sound of wind, the sound that the cloth would vibrate when it was moving at high speed.Shimazaki blocked the first blow, he wanted to grab the opponent's hand or leg, but the man's movement was faster than expected, just the palm brushed quickly from the fabric, and he ran away like a fish.

The brief contact had already caused Shimazaki to touch the jagged bones under the cloth.

Too thin and too slender.Such a body undoubtedly does not belong to an adult woman.Otherwise, she would not have the strength to carry out such a task.

Well, it's a child.

Shimazaki suppressed his smile and quickly dodged the second attack.

It is true that as a professional killer, he enjoys killing as a pleasure.But it's not like killing a child with great interest.

"Hey, why did you do such a thing?" Shimazaki retreated in the cramped stairwell, constantly blocking the opponent's silent attack: "You should not be an adult yet, right?"

The opponent's movements were sluggish for a moment, Shimazaki found a flaw and counterattacked with a backhand.But let him slip away again, not only that, Shimazaki also left a deep scar on his arm.

Are you holding a weapon?Shimazaki thought.But he didn't hear the sound of metal waving in the air.Moreover, the sound of walking when the other party approaches him is very natural-when the person holding the object walks, the wrist will use extra force to keep the object in a certain direction.Especially with knives, the tip of the tool always stays on target.But if his ears are right, the child should be empty-handed.

But the pain on the arm was not a hallucination, even half of the sleeve was soaked in blood.

Shimazaki, who was always at ease, couldn't help but also began to breathe rapidly.However, the other party seemed to breathe at an exceptionally high frequency from the very beginning.

When the two of them were in physical contact, the body temperature they felt was too unnaturally high.

Suddenly, the smile returned to Shimazaki's lips.

A higher body temperature and breathing rate than humans, a quiet way of walking, and the thing that cut his arm.

"I see, you are Teru, right?" He sounded like a child who had guessed the right answer, his voice full of joy.

The silent assassin finally spoke: "How do you know?"

As imagined, it is a slightly immature boyish voice.

Nothing could have pleased Shimazaki more than this.If it's an ordinary child, it doesn't hurt to let him go.But if he was too slack in the face of this boy called "Teru", then it would be Shimazaki who was lying on the ground waiting to be discovered by the guards.

"After all, in this world, you are the only cat-like human that I have heard of, Teru-kun."

The pain in the arm became a catalyst, making Shimazaki feel the intense excitement that even the hairs on the ground would stand on end.It is said that the feline human boy in front of him, as a sharp blade kept in captivity by the government, had killed hundreds of Shimazaki's colleagues.A killer who specializes in assassinating killers, or in other words, he exists as a clearer of the dark world.

"I've heard of you too, Shimazaki Ryo." Hanazawa pursed his lips, realizing that the enemy was not easy to deal with.Killers who rely on eyes and weapons are the easiest to subdue, just take away their support.But Shimazaki is different. Born blind, he is not dependent on any external objects. He is a weapon in himself.What's more, he has seen through his own identity.

"That's really an honor, I was able to hear my name from Bairenzhan's mouth." The fight was still going on, and Shimazaki spoke while dodging, with laughter mixed in the chaotic breath.Huaze Huiqi on the opposite side frowned, searching for his flaws, and said, "Correction, before you die, I can't be called Hundred People Slayer."

"Oh, I'm the hundredth, and I'm even more honored."

Saying so, Shimazaki kicked the opponent's soft belly.During the back and forth, he has figured out Huaze's inherent behavior pattern.It moves as fast as a fish because of the unique bouncing power and speed of feline humans, which cannot be compared with humans.It is even more difficult for the blind to track his movements.However, since the opponent is going to attack him, he can counterattack in advance as long as he predicts his actions.

No matter how powerful he is, he is still a teenager.Perhaps because he relied too much on his talent as a feline human, Huaze's movement mode is very single.Whether it is the strength of the punch, the angle of the kick or the way of defense when being attacked, Shimazaki is completely aware of it after only a few hits.

The situation was reversed, and the young man who had been aggressively attacking hadn't recovered from the severe pain in his lower abdomen, and received another punch on the chin.His mind was blank, but his body couldn't help jumping back and forth to distance himself like a cat.Originally thought that the other party would have nowhere to escape in the narrow stairwell, but now it seemed that he was the one trapped.

The brain told Huaze that the best judgment now is to retreat immediately and stay away from this man who exudes a dangerous aura.However, there is only one person left, and he can tear up his contract and regain his freedom.

Living as a "human being" rather than a "tool" is his dream, as well as that of all cats.And now, he was about to reach the outline of this dream that gradually took shape.

"Why, don't you run away? It seems that you are not as smart as I imagined." Shimazaki joked when he heard the other party's footsteps stop.With the speed of a feline human, if Huaze escapes at this moment, he will definitely not be able to catch up.No matter how poor-minded a person is, they shouldn't choose to stop in this situation.

Someone who can kill nearly a hundred adult killers doesn't even understand this truth, right?

"I can't escape." Hua Ze said, "Today is my birthday."

"Huh?" Shimazaki became more and more confused, so he said, "Should I wish you a happy birthday?"

"No need." Hua Ze jumped up, with sharp nails like steel knives sticking out of his ten fingers: "I can get the best gift when you die."

Freedom is what Huaze wants to give herself the most today.

The smell of blood filled the air again, reminding Shimazaki of the sticky drop of blood that he licked on the tip of his tongue.It was the first time he was hurt and smelled his own blood.Shimazaki couldn't help but want to vomit as the smell of dead people spread in the darkness.

Before Hanazawa's sharp nails had time to pull out from Shimazaki's chest, the latter's strong hand had already clasped his wrist.The other hand grabbed Huaze's slender neck like this, and he felt his feet fly into the air, and then the back of his head was hit hard against the hard wall.

With a bang, blood gushed out of his nasal cavity.

Sure enough, he should just run away, Hua Ze thought so, but his body could no longer move.In the darkness, his dilated cat pupils could clearly see the blind man leaning over, tearing off the hood that covered half of his head, and asked with great interest, "Speaking of which, I don't know, what kind of cat are you?"

The boy's eyes were half-opened. They were a pair of extremely beautiful sky blue eyes, clearer than the Marisa blue that Shimazaki often used to match the sky in his imagination.Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.All he could touch was the boy's messy short, blood-stained hair, on which were a pair of fluffy cat ears, one of which was fractured in the impact.

A small gap was cut on the other ear, which was a trace of being sold on the black market.Black market merchants are keen to make ear clippers of various shapes to leave their own unique marks on the goods they sell.Buyers who like to keep cats and humans even use the shape of ear wounds as a resource to show off-only first-class businessmen can cultivate "pets" with excellent appearance and character, and such things are of course more expensive.

Shimazaki felt that there was a half-moon-shaped notch on the ear. Although the shape was simple, it represented the handwriting of a certain businessman who was most popular among the upper class.At today's banquet, several of the feline humans brought by the owner had such a shape.

Of course, he heard these daughters chatting in front of Shimazaki.

"So, you must be good-looking too?" Shimazaki caressed the pale face of the boy, who couldn't even speak for a while because of the violent impact on his brain, Shimazaki continued: "Yes With such a surface, wouldn't it be more comfortable to be a well-behaved and obedient pet?"

At the beginning, cats were indeed enslaved as soldiers during wars because of their better physical fitness than humans.But after the war, they did not get the freedom they imagined.Instead, because of its appearance, it is captured and sold by humans in large numbers, and it has become a plaything that rich people are keen to raise.

Today, due to the human rights issues of feline humans, aboveboard transactions have been banned, but transactions in the black market are still in an endless stream.After all, the person who proposed the feline human rights bill is the same big man who raised a talented feline boy like Huaze in captivity as a scavenger.

Hanazawa opened his mouth, wanting to splash the blood overflowing his mouth on Shimazaki's face, but he didn't have the strength.His fingers could curl up slightly, and he groped into his trouser pocket.There is Zongmutian Polygonum injection.

This injection is specially developed for cats and humans, and it will have different effects depending on the injection volume.Huaze has been able to skillfully control the dosage to the level that can make him excited enough to forget the pain.

But as soon as his finger touched the needle, the blind killer's still spotless leather shoes stepped heavily on it.

"Don't play tricks, little one."

Shimazaki took out the injection from the opponent's trouser pocket and weighed it in his hand: "What is this?"

Although he couldn't see it, he could feel that the weight and texture of the injection were different from those normally used by humans, probably to prevent confusion, and there was a special print on it.

"Could it be Mutian Polygonum? I heard that this thing is not used to aphrodisiac cats who are unwilling to obey their masters?"

Shimazaki asked, but he realized that the person he was asking was just deprived of the ability to speak by himself, so he asked himself and answered: "However, I have also heard that this thing can make cats more powerful in battle. Excited. To use it on your own initiative, should I say that you have been trained well, or are you pathetic?"

Hua Ze looked at him, and the eyes he forced to open countless times were full of unwillingness.

It's the worst birthday ever.Originally, he thought that after completing the last mission, he would be free as he wished.

Unexpectedly, he wanted to be here, forever free in another way.

"The sound of breathing has become slow, are you planning to give up struggling?" Shimazaki put the injection into his coat pocket, then grabbed the boy and held him on his shoulder: "I never said I would kill you , don't think about death so quickly."

Hua Ze barely made a sound and said, "What are you going to do?"

Shimazaki smiled and said, "Isn't today your birthday? I have to give you a present."

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