Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

As soon as Nakahara Chuya's voice fell, the little black cat who was called gave a weak "meow", then stood up, took lazily steps, walked to the bedside, raised its head and meowed into the tree. It was long and aggrieved.

In the whole room, only the "kind" can understand what it is saying, but just by looking at it, you can tell that it is acting like a baby and pretending to be pitiful.

For Osamu Dazai, face should be the most useless thing, in order to achieve his goal, he can use any means.

His nemesis knew the tricks best, and immediately blocked the hands of the people around him who wanted to reach out, and started to tear down the stage with a straight face, "Look at what you look like, Qingmao, do you want me to take a photo for you so that you can appreciate it later? one time?"

"Meow--"

The little black cat glanced at the orange-haired boy indiscriminately. If you interpreted its psychological activities, there would probably be a lot of contempt - a slug who treats the quilt as a fig leaf has the face to talk big, you obviously don't even have a mobile phone!

However, it was quite able to resist the fake appearance it gave itself, and it still screamed softly, and simply lay down on its side, flicking its tail weakly.

"Meow meow meow--"

"He said he seemed to be sick, and his whole body hurt like hell." Shuli, who was especially considerate to Fluffy, endured it for a while, but the long black tail behind him slipped up from the edge of the bed silently, as if he had self-awareness. Sneaking on the back of "Cat Cake".

Because their colors are very close, at first glance, it is really hard to tell each other apart.

"Why did you get sick all of a sudden? It must be a fake."

Zhong Yuanzhong also muttered, out of the idea of ​​absolutely wanting to expose the other party's tricks, he turned around and greeted the woman who was watching the show not far away, "Then let him have a look, anyway, aren't the equipment all in order?"

"I'm not a veterinarian... okay."

Knowing that she was involved in the wonderful asura field of two quasi-cadres, the female doctor shrugged helplessly, walked over and picked up the limp cat cub, ready to put it in the instrument for testing.

As a result, the moment she lowered her head and looked at it, she shivered inwardly.

To be honest, even though it is a cat now, those iris-colored eyes still glow with an elusive cold light, like hiding an invisible abyss, and if you are not careful, you will be swept away by the bystanders. into the endless abyss.

——You can’t offend Osamu Dazai, otherwise, you will definitely get revenge later.

Although the female doctor had a carefree personality, she was not stupid at all. Seeing that the situation was not good, she hurriedly played a role in it, pretending to do a medical examination for it, and then pointed to the various data that appeared on the screen and began to talk nonsense.

"His physique is not very good, so the assimilation will leave some sequelae, such as headaches, loss of appetite, depression, etc... In short, take him away quickly and take good care of him."

She almost wrote the words "Walk slowly, don't see you off" on her face, hurriedly returned the hot potato to the black-haired boy in front of her, pushed the dangerous elements outside, and closed the door with a bang.

The two people and the cat who were driven out couldn't help staring at each other for a few seconds.

"How do I feel..." The orange-haired boy squinted his eyes in doubt, looked up and down at his seemingly weak rival, and finally compromised: "Forget it, it will be fine to restore him to human form, right? Hurry up and deal with it , I don't want to face his face for another second."

"Meow - meow, meow -"

"He wants to go back to his own room, saying that it will be more comfortable there." Juli temporarily assumed the role of cat language interpreter, and very straightforwardly relayed Dazai Osamu's request, "Also, I hope you dropped him in the previous room." The clothes from the bathroom have been brought back, go get them now."

"This guy is [-]% pretending to be sick! He has the intention to torment people!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his voice angrily, wishing he could throw the little black cat to the ground and stomp his feet hard to vent his anger.

However, his shameless rival raised his head, meowed weakly, and gently rubbed the shoulder of the person behind him. His superb acting skills frightened the boy for a while, and he began to tentatively plead for it.

"That... senior, just help him this time?"

When the tree was talking, the two beast ears trembled softly as if embarrassed, as if they were quite uncomfortable with the current situation.

Past experiences have endowed him with the habit of forbearance and silence. Even when he once confronted "demons" and wanted to protect a "sacrifice" who asked him for help, he always adopted more violent means of resistance—even though Even with bruises all over his body, he had to straighten his back to face all malice and torture.

However, everything he was familiar with has gradually faded away. In today's new environment, especially when facing the cold (?) warm-hearted senior, he felt unprecedentedly helpless.

Not an undignified low profile, but just a normal please...no big deal, right?

"Really, why do you have to show such an expression?" The orange-haired boy raised his hand, slapped his head, rubbed it casually, and messed up his already branchy black hair. Even more messy, like a fried dumpling.

"Although I don't want to obey Dazai's command, it's just a trivial matter, so there's no need to be cautious, right?"

The speaker leaned down, kept at the same height as his eyes, and earnestly educated——

"Live more freely, kid, don't forget, you're part of the port mafia."

"Besides, didn't you say that you want to treat me as a family member? Then learn to act like a baby or be willful to me occasionally. It doesn't matter. This is the privilege I give you."

"..."

Shuli seemed to be scorched by the sun, and couldn't help but look away, but still felt that the eye sockets were hot and itchy.In order not to lose face, he could only suppress his emotions and muttered in a low voice: "Don't be too nice to me..."

"Duplicate guy. Alright, you go back with Dazai first, I'll go find you later."

Zhong Yuanzhong also patted him on the shoulder, and while no one was passing by, he quickly rolled up the little quilt to cover up his shame, and ran away like a gust of wind.

It is estimated that at this speed, even if they accidentally pass by the crowd, no one will be able to capture the image of this cadre reserve running half-naked.

The black-haired boy watched him go away until he could not see the last shadow, then he came back to his senses and asked the little black cat who had been left out for a long time, "Where is your room?"

"Go straight on the left and go down the stairs two floors."

Osamu Dazai answered very happily, and when the other party took a step forward and led him staggeringly forward, he immediately revealed his true nature, and began to complain in a long voice: "You guys have been chatting for a long time, alas, there is no You care about my life or death. Although I like to commit suicide in various ways, it would be too miserable to die in the cold."

"Ah, now I can't tell whether the pain is from the body or the mind—"

Compared with cats, he is more like a lark at this time, and the soft and soft tune always has a singing feeling, but it is strangely not annoying.

Therefore, even though he was talking nonsense all the way, the person holding him didn't mean to be angry. Instead, he stroked his smooth hair and scratched the roots of his ears and chin, which was regarded as comfort.

This kind of touch is enough to touch the heart of any fluffy cat. Although it is essentially a human being, the little black cat still complies with its physical instinct at this time, squints its eyes, and makes a comfortable guttural sound of "purr purr".

It was probably a little obsessed with it, once the opponent's fingers stopped moving, it immediately hooked the boy's wrist with its tail in dissatisfaction, and subconsciously pulled it back twice.

"Wait a minute, I want to open the door." Shuli tried his best not to hurt it, and raised his hand to twist the handle of the door, only to find that it didn't move at all, obviously it was locked.

He looked down at the kitten with a slippery look, and couldn't help but sighed.

"Your key must be in your pocket... It seems that you have to wait for Senior Chuya to come over before you can open it."

"This kind of thing is a piece of cake."

Osamu Dazai lifted his jaw proudly, and directed him to take out a thin wire from the corner of the nearby window sill, then held it between his teeth, and slowly sent the other end into the keyhole, shaking his head.

In just a dozen seconds, there was a crisp "click" from the door lock.For some reason, he suddenly fell silent, and after two seconds, he said innocently: "Oh, the wire seems to be broken inside, and now I can't open it even with a key..."

He turned his head and took a sneak peek at the expression on the boy's face, and suddenly he burst out laughing, his eyes filled with the joy of successfully teasing the cat.

"What, do you really believe it? I'm just joking, go in."

"Speaking of which, you are the first visitor."