Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

When I was thinking about the origin of the "red line" in the Central Plains, a black shadow suddenly jumped up from the window next to me, holding a Dazai Osamu wrapped like a rice dumpling in his hand.

"puff--"

The orange-haired youth couldn't hold back, and let out a leaky laugh.On weekdays, he would seldom be so disrespectful, but he couldn't help but gloat in the face of his old partner who was always cunning and beat him up in such a mess.

At least for this second, he and Aizawa Shouta have reached a united front.

"What's so funny, slug—"

The black-haired young man lazily stretched out his tone, somehow managed to get out of the restraint device deftly, then stood up and began to move his hands and feet, not forgetting to argue with his characteristic frivolous and loose voice.

"I just didn't want to go upstairs by myself, so I asked Mr. Guardian to help bring me up—"

—Shut up!Even the most innocent Dunjun would not believe this lie!

Kunikida Doppo held back his frustration, pushed his glasses habitually, and was about to say something to smooth things over, when he heard a juvenile voice next to him.

"Oh—really, then when you want to go down, remember to tell me, and I will help."

Aizawa Juri seemed to be sincere in making suggestions, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that even if he lost his memory, he still had a look full of hatred for Osamu Dazai.

Nakahara Chuya: "Pfft——"

——What a good day today, he could actually see the bastard Qing mackerel eating twice in a row!Really worth popping a bottle of wine to celebrate.

Originally, he was a little worried that the little devil who had lost his memory would accidentally fall into the trap of Dazai, and then believe a bunch of messy lies.Now it seems that felines' ability to hold grudges is probably carved into their bones and cannot be worn away at all.

The black-haired young man who was targeted by his uncle and nephew blinked, showing a slightly hurt expression, spreading his hands as if feeling helpless: "It's really hard to be a good person, alas, there is no way to get others' understanding."

"That kind of helping method, even if you benefit, no one wants to thank you." Kunikida couldn't hold back, and still muttered, then waved his hands as if he was having a headache, and continued with the previous work.

"Aizawa-kun, let's go for the examination quickly. If we delay for a while, I'm afraid we won't start until after the doctors take their lunch break."

"……All right."

Probably because he realized that there was no chance to make a move now, Juli turned his head and whispered a few words to Nakahara Nakaya. His reluctance was enough to break the heart of any neglected old father (guardian).

After watching his nephew leave, Aizawa Shouta looked at several people in the room expressionlessly, his eyes stayed on the orange-haired youth the longest, and then it was Dazai Osamu's turn next to him.

"Okay, now you can explain to me what happened in the past two days."

"I just ran out to find such a 'thing' just to explain it well." The person stared at by death's gaze was not nervous at all, and leisurely took out a small box the size of a palm from his pocket.

It was a nearly transparent vessel, so it could be clearly seen from the outside. It contained a grayish object with rich folds, which made it easy to associate with a word—brain.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help feeling nauseated, covered his mouth and endured it for a long time, before he forced out a sentence: "Mr. Dazai, what is this, this thing..."

"Huh? This is Aso Shiga, the man who transformed Aizawa-kun."

Playing with the box in his hand, Osamu Dazai did not show any physical disgust, but instead raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly, "No way, his brain has been through too many experimental slices, and there are only so many slices left. The part that can be used...Although it took me a lot of effort, I still got a lot of useful information from the torture."

—— Even, even the brain can be tortured, this person... is really a devil in a certain sense.

The white-haired boy couldn't help shivering, he didn't dare to have any eye contact with the young man opposite him for the time being, while the always calm president didn't show any signs of wavering, and still said in a peaceful tone:

"Then disclose all the information you know, Dazai."

……

Aizawa Juri followed the worry-loving Kunikida to almost every consultation room, and every part that could be inspected was scanned by high-tech equipment. However, the final conclusion is that the head has not been affected by foreign objects. There is no agglomerated substance inside the impact scars to compress the nerves.

In other words, there is no way to judge exactly why his amnesia came about and when he will recover.It is possible that it will gradually get better in the next few days, or that I will not be able to remember the past for the rest of my life.

"Sorry, Aizawa-kun..."

The blond man patted him on the shoulder, with a little guilt in his eyes, and expressed a great apology for his partner, "Dazai's style of doing things has always been one of coexistence of risks and opportunities, and he rarely makes such unknown mistakes. Come... this time it is because we failed to protect you well that it caused such serious consequences, please—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was stopped by the gesture of the person beside him waving his hand.

"Although I can't remember the whole story, but absolutely don't say anything to apologize." The black-haired boy turned sideways calmly, letting the finger belonging to another person slip off his shoulder, and then revealed a somewhat unreasonable expression. expression.

After leaving "Catnip", his innate vicious aura slowly increased again. He still had the same face, and the words he said were full of kindness, but it made people feel that he couldn't get close.

"—Because, I must have chosen to go with him. It has nothing to do with you, right? I should bear the consequences of this. So, you should cheer up and don't think about these things. Some don’t.”

"Ah, oh..."

Unknowingly, Kunikida, who has been reduced from the elder to the role of the younger brother, still has some maladjustment for a while, and always feels that something is not right-you are a brat, why do you have to put on a face like a gangster? !Is this really a born mafia... President, can we really let this guy abandon "evil" and follow good?

He followed the other party back to the ward in a daze, and then saw the young man who made him doubt his life just now, and suddenly returned to the state of being a clingy cat, and ran towards a well-known Hong Kong black gravitational force. He hugged and didn't let go, and didn't care about his face at all.

"Chuya, there is really someone waiting for me."

Relying on being a bit taller than the other party, Shuli hugged the young man's waistline, and put his head on the other party's shoulders, contentedly inhaled two big mouthfuls of "catnip", and sighed softly: "This The smell is so comfortable, before you leave, can you give me something close to your body..."

"..."

Hearing the familiar words, Mr. Cadre, who was once again harassed by Mao X, couldn't help but raised his hand, lowered the brim of his hat, and whispered helplessly: "You guy, do you know how much you're doing? Stop rubbing it... ...Okay, tell me what you want, and I'll think about it."

"want to--"

The black-haired boy prolonged his voice, while holding the opponent's shoulder and turning back, a pair of green eyes like a deep pool looked up and down, scanning every place carefully like X-rays, and then stayed in a certain place with special attention. long.

Nakahara Chuya: "...What are you looking at! This will never be given to you!"