Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

When people feel extremely shocked, their first reaction is probably silence, because the brain still needs a buffer to digest the scene seen in front of them.

A few people stuck inside the door poked their heads out, arranged up and down in a patchwork pattern, and just formed an emoticon package of "observing in the dark.

"Puff, puff, puff...hahahahahaha——"

"So stupid! Really stupid! What kind of cat is this! Let me search the Internet... Wait, let's take a picture first!"

"Well, I remember it should be called Bombay cat. It's black all over, and it looks very slender and agile... By the way, isn't there an emoji package on the Internet? I think I can make one for Mr. Dazai, and I can keep it for everyone in the future. use together!"

"Great idea! I'll post it in the work group in the future, and see how Dazai has the face to survive. He might as well jump into the sea and commit suicide!"

"However, he likes to commit suicide. Doesn't this just satisfy his wish?"

"...Mr. Ranpo, don't be so sharp all the time, you will lack a lot of fun in life. Also, the potato chip crumbs are falling."

All kinds of voices fused together, instantly diluting the dark color accumulated in the corridor, and replaced it with the bright warmth of a spring day.Atsushi Nakajima, who had struggled to survive in the cracks, was finally able to relax, laughing and discussing with his companions in the detective agency, and took out his mobile phone to take pictures non-stop.

——After all, Mr. Dazai, who is deflated, is really rare!

Before the freshly baked black cat was completely surrounded, Aizawa Juri grabbed it by the back of its neck with one hand, lifted it out from a pile of scattered clothes and bandages, and then pointed at the nearby The orange-haired youth greeted.

"Chuya, why don't you come over and pet it? Compared to Mr. Dazai himself, this cat is really much cuter."

Zhong Yuanzhong was still immersed in the shock of being confessed (?) before, and now he was unresponsive, and had no intention of talking to him for a long time, until the other party walked up to him and waved the black cat in front of his eyes. Barely recalled his sanity.

"Chuya? Do you want to touch it?"

"Huh? Touch..."

I don't know what hints he got, or maybe his brain is still not very bright at the moment, when he saw the kitten and the black-haired boy close at hand, his first reaction was-raised his hand and touched the tree. The movements of his head were light and gentle, and he still refused to leave as if he was nostalgic.

"Meow--"

The black kitten let out a long cry, then flicked its tail, and slapped the young man on the face.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, and then he really woke up, and met the eyes of the cat cub with a look of contempt in front of him.

"Hey, bastard Dazai, don't think that if you become a cat, I will let you off!"

"It's because you touched the wrong one, Chuya." The tolerance towards cats is enough to save the bad impression left by Osamu Dazai himself, Aizawa Juri stretched out his hand, and moved the leather-covered fingers on the cheeks to Xiao Hei. On the top of the cat's head, Amway said nervously: "Is it soft and comfortable to touch? No, no, no, don't force it, Chuya, you will strangle it to death."

"I don't care about cats or anything..."

The orange-haired cadre was not a cat controler in the first place, coupled with the bad feeling he had accumulated towards his old partner over the years, and the guilt of the other party occupying the whole mind of a certain kid at this moment, naturally he didn't look good.

However, when he was about to spit out the words "not interested", the strong desire to survive suddenly sounded the alarm-the guy he likes is an out-and-out feline!

So he used the speed of slamming the steering wheel in a racing car, quickly changed his tone, and tried to save the situation, "I mean, I have no interest in the cat that Dazai turned into. You should leave it to the guys behind you to play with." Bar."

"Yes, yes, just leave Dazai to us. If you have anything to do, you can go aside and talk slowly!"

In the face of teasing Osamu Dazai who turned into a cat, all the grievances and grievances with others seem to be temporarily put on hold, and everyone in the Armed Detective Agency hurried forward to pick up the little black cat, completely ignoring the port mafia standing in front of him The cadre, even patted the black-haired boy on the shoulder, persuading him very generously.

"It's okay, newcomer, you can talk for as long as you want!"

"At this time, should I say...thank you?" Aizawa Juri didn't understand the internal situation, so he could only thank him in a daze, and then said with emotion to the people around him: "It turns out that the Armed Detective Agency is not bad, there is no need to say too much So... um, hostile to the mafia? At present, except Mr. Dazai, everyone else seems to be easy to get along with."

——Because Dazai is more annoying than anything else.

Zhongyuan Zhong also has a deep understanding of this.If it wasn't for a more important existence standing next to him, he would not have let go of the opportunity for revenge just now. Even if he didn't use gravity to kill the opponent directly, he would go downstairs and take out the razor from the car, and shave the whole cat piece by piece Alopecia areata, by the way, take pictures again.

However, he has other things he cares about now, so he doesn't want to care about Dazai Osamu's life or death at all.

"You guy..." He paused unnaturally, and couldn't help but tugged down on the brim of his hat before continuing: "Are you serious about what you just said?"

"Huh? Which sentence did I say...?" Just now, he was speaking harshly and being reasonable (?), Aizawa Juli only felt that he had used up all his words for a week, and at this moment he didn't know the other party at all. Which sentence was he referring to, he asked blankly.

The orange-haired young man suddenly felt so touched that he fed the cat, and he pushed the hand holding the hat up, revealing his beautiful blue eyes, and raised his hand presciently just a second before he almost collided with the person in front of him. Cover each other's eyes.

Probably because he knew that he would not hurt himself, the black-haired boy did not struggle, and kept his eyes blind, calling his name softly: "Chuya?"

"..."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also wanted to have a good conversation, but after covering the young man's eyes, the half of his straight nose exposed from under his palm and his slightly parted lips attracted his attention even more.

Those lips already had a moist rose hue, they were as full as dew that had been poured all night, and even the inside was filled with juice, a little forceful touch could make a small mouth open, and a refreshing aroma would flow out.

Once, he couldn't quite understand the "smell" in the tree, because he had never smelled a particularly attractive (cat) aroma on himself, but at this moment, he felt that he really smelled something.

——It didn't come from himself, but from the person in front of him, as if exuding the smell that attracted all of his mind.

——A sweet smell that cannot be compared with anything.

For a moment, he felt that he could hardly hold on to himself, and wanted to put aside his preoccupied thoughts and indulge himself to kiss each other.However, his rationality still firmly grasped the impulsiveness of his body, telling him——not yet, the time is not yet ripe, and it will definitely scare this brat away.

"What's the matter?" Probably hearing that his breathing was becoming short, the young man stretched out his hand and touched his chest directly, and said in a little surprise: "Your heart is beating so fast, are you sick, not as good as mine?" I'll take you to the hospital first—"

"……no need."

The atmosphere was ruined by the low EQ, the orange-haired young man hurriedly turned around, pretending to be calm, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, squeezed out one and stuffed it between his lips, but he didn't realize that he put it backwards, and even set it on fire Burnt brown cigarette holder part.

"During the internship, I can't come to see you from time to time, so take care of yourself and don't run around. The safety factor in Yokohama is not high. By the way, the shortcut dial of the mobile phone is the first, set it to my number, it will be more Make it easier."

"That's not a problem, but, Chuya, your—"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital." Nakahara Zhongya replied quickly, and before the other party could continue to speak, he immediately went downstairs with great momentum, letting the black windbreaker fly behind him, flying in the air. Draw a sharp arc.

"I'm leaving first, and I'll contact you later."

"it is good……"

The black-haired boy waved his hand, watched the other party leave, and still couldn't help muttering in doubt: "Your cigarette seems to be smoked backwards, a new fashion for trendy men in society?"

This question will probably never be answered.

After Zhongya Nakahara got into the car himself, he was stunned for a while, before he felt that the smell of the cigarette seemed not right, so he couldn't help pinching it with his hands, held it in front of his eyes, and sighed very speechlessly.

"What the hell are you doing, am I... an idiot?"

——Today, he seemed to have lost all his face for the rest of his life, but luckily the bastard Dazai was worse than himself, which brought him a little sense of balance.Otherwise, he might not even have the courage to approach this building in the future...

Chuya Nakahara, one of the five major cadres of the port mafia who has always been ruthless, is now just an ordinary man troubled by love affairs.

He couldn't show his usual all-powerful appearance anymore, so he only dared to secretly glance up at the window, and found that a certain brat didn't mean to look down at all, so he stepped on the accelerator resentfully, drove the sports car and fled quickly on site.

At the same time, inside the Armed Detective Agency.

All the original members and newcomers stood in the president's room, bowed their heads as if they were meditating on their own past, while peeking at the little black cat lying on the desk, while preparing to listen to the man behind the desk.

Their president, Fukuzawa Yukichi, is a tall man with a serious face and a stern aura. When he doesn't speak, he also has a three-point deterrent. He is the type that no one dares to make mistakes at will.

Just now a group of people carried him behind their backs and secretly licked cats in the corridor. It wasn't until the secretary who was working with him in the house looked up at the watch and found that the agreed newcomer reporting time had already passed, she walked out of the house out of curiosity to check. Finally found out the truth.

Then, the cat-hating president hurried to the scene, casting a large shadow over everyone's heads, and quickly confiscated the "stolen goods" that affected work efficiency.

"—All the staff of the detective agency, come to my office for a meeting, and the newcomers, also come together."

Holding the little black cat who was about to suffer from youth baldness, Fukuzawa Yukichi had a serious expression on his face, which was the terrifying style of a dean.

However, in a pocket that no one could see, a bag of dried fish accidentally exposed a corner of the package.