Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

Since there is no need to trouble Oda Sakunosuke to participate in the next question, Osamu Dazai bid farewell to his friend who looked slightly worried, and sat in his subordinate's car with the injured feline in his arms.

Of course, the little detective who was involved in the fight had no chance to choose, so he sat in the back row obediently and set foot on the road to the port mafia headquarters.

The vehicle started slowly, and the atmosphere inside was extremely dull for a while.

In the end, it was the small ball in the black-haired boy's arms that broke the silence, complaining a little aggrievedly: "Should I be able to let go of me now? This position has been pressing on the wound, it really hurts."

If it wasn't for his own fault, he would definitely give the other party a large amount of hatred.But what happened just now is that his problem is relatively big, so he can only fight for freedom by negotiating.

However, his leader still didn't have a good face. He even closed his eyes, put on an impatient look, and ordered coldly: "Shut up, don't disturb my rest."

"Your shirt is almost stained with my blood. Is it really okay?" Ju Li persisted in looking for a reason, but the other party didn't respond to him at all.After many attempts to no avail, he shifted his gaze depressingly to Kudo Shinichi sitting on his right.

Ordinary children, after being hunted down and witnessing a shooting scene with their own eyes, even if they didn't cry out loud in fright, at least they panicked and showed strong fear.

But the little detective in front of him was too calm, except for the hand that was clenched into a fist unconsciously, revealing a little unease.

"Don't worry, it should be just to cooperate with the inquiry, and I will let you go in a short time." He tried his best to support the aura of the person who came over, and calmed the other party's emotions a little.

Kudo Shinichi blinked his icy blue eyes, and his eyes gradually changed from cats to normal pupils. He restrained himself from being curious about the reason, pursed his lips and said with a wry smile, "I know, I can meet you guys." It should be said that I was lucky, but I really didn't see that you were a member of the mafia..."

He thought, not only himself, but anyone else would not be able to believe that this cute guy in front of him is actually a villain who kills people without batting an eye. In other words, is that a way to lower the vigilance of others? Can it be executed better? Quests or something...?

The little detective who is accustomed to divergent thinking does not know that he has completely considered the wrong basic direction of the problem.

"I've been working hard on my body and should be getting pretty... well, pretty strong anyway."

Probably due to nature, felines always feel that a large and burly body is more likely to be intimidating, but the strongest one I have seen so far is the exact opposite type, and there is no way to give an example.

He ambiguously brought up the topic, and then became concerned about another matter, "When will you give me your contact information?"

"...I really don't understand your thoughts."

"It must be of great use. Hurry up—uh..." Before he finished speaking, a hand suddenly came up from the back of his head, pressing him into his arms, preventing the inexplicable strike-up scene.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, letting out a dark iris color, and glanced at the little boy beside him.

With just one glance, the alarm in Kudo Shinichi's mind suddenly sounded, as if the blood in his body was congealed, and he could hardly breathe.

Will, will be killed...

Never before had he truly felt that death was so close to him, it was as if the god of death held his throat with a scythe, and with a light cut, he could erase his existence effortlessly.

Fortunately, the other party did not pay him too much attention, and his eyes turned back to somewhere in the void, as if he was thinking or wandering, he let out a long sigh and said, "Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?" .From now on, if you say one more word, you will copy ten more pages from the book, and you can figure it out.”

"...!"

The feline suddenly recalled the fear of being ruled by the dictionary, couldn't help shivering slightly, and humbled itself into a ball, trying to hide itself.

As a result, his head was right next to the boy's chest, not only heard a steady and strong heartbeat, but also faintly smelled a familiar fragrance.

——It’s strange, why do I suddenly feel light all over my body, and my brain is also a little... helpless, thinking...

He dazedly put his arms around the other's waist, as if his nerves had been paralyzed, he didn't care about the wound, he just tried his best to bury it, sniffing around.

"Well, it smells good..."

"It's not enough to please me." Osamu Dazai didn't show any surprise, he curled up a strand of black hair with his fingers on the back of the man in his arms, and played with it carelessly.

On a normal day, Shuli would probably grind his teeth and start to hold grudges again, but now his mind is in a state of confusion, and he degenerates into a defenseless kitten, even his voice is soft, like strawberry ice cream of sweetness.

"Dazai, Ji..."

He muttered the other person's name, and kept digging into the boy's arms, his head was still moving restlessly, rubbing against the slightly protruding collarbone, and muttering dissatisfiedly: "Touch me!" Hurry up... Osamu Dazai, uh, Mr. Osamu..."

"I really can't help you."

Osamu Dazai seemed very helpless, combing the cat's soft, fluffy black hair with his fingers, and at the same time lowered his head, softly inducing the temporarily short-circuited guy to say more what he wanted to hear.

In an instant, the tense feeling in the car that lasted for a long time suddenly dissipated, and became peaceful again, and even faintly floated some relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

The little detective who watched the whole scene silently thought about how much work a certain cat would have to complete if calculated according to the copying ratio of a ten-page book.

Also, he really wanted to issue a torture from the soul——

What about taking a rest?Did you say you don't want to hear the voice?Is this the legendary double standard?

Kudo Shinichi: My eyes have seen too much, I am so tired, I want to go home.

……

One after another, black cars slowly drove into the headquarters of the port mafia, and the last one arrived particularly late, with a gap of more than 10 minutes from the main force in front.

Such passive sabotage is very eye-catching, and it is difficult for people not to pay attention.

However, when a fearsome quasi-cadre reserve stepped forward, no one dared to discuss its speed. A group of black suits in charge of the defense lowered their heads in unison, showing full respect attitude.

Osamu Dazai walked into the building as usual, holding the wounded who was sleeping drowsily in his arms, he didn't report to the chief's room first, but took the elevator directly into the treatment room.

This approach is quite unruly, but he has never been an orderly person, and it doesn't seem surprising that he does anything.

the other side.

After receiving the news, Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly finished the work at hand, grabbed the suit jacket placed on the back of the chair, and hurried to the location of the deadly enemy.

Then, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the disciple who had been missing for most of the day nestled in the hospital bed, with bandages wrapped around his body, like a rag doll with countless patches, with a devastated look. Poor look.

"Hey, bastard Dazai, what good did you do?!"

The orange-haired boy rushed in aggressively. Because the patient was still asleep, he deliberately lowered his voice, but he couldn't hide the anger in his tone.

The bad thing is, before he could grab the opponent's collar, the guy as slippery as a mackerel dodged backwards, cleverly avoiding his attack.

"I don't want to waste time doing meaningless things now."

Extremely rare, the black-haired boy didn't provoke or deliberately poke his opponent's explosive point, but passed him quickly like a black cloud, and left with the little detective who looked like a tail.

For a while, Zhong Yuanzhong was still a little uncomfortable. He scratched the end of his hair with his backhand and muttered in a low voice: "What's going on, it's not like this guy's usual style at all."

"It's also the first time I've seen Mr. Dazai with such a terrifying expression."

The medical staff patted his chest with lingering fear, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Although he has always been very... ahem, but today's aura is particularly terrifying, to the point where he wants people to stay 100 meters away from him."

"I'm more concerned about whether he left any keywords or not." The orange-haired boy who came back to his senses walked to the hospital bed, reached out and touched Shuri's forehead, to confirm that there was no high fever caused by the injury, Only slightly relieved.

As a member of the mafia, getting injured is not a big deal, but just caring about it would cause confusion. He still felt very irritable and wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

But considering the patient's health, he diverted his finger towards the cigarette case, took out his mobile phone instead, flipped it open, and checked the contents inside.

The line at the top of the call log was exactly ten minutes ago. He called Shuli but there was no sign of connecting, and there was no trace of opening the reply email.

The reason why he knew that there was a problem with the other party was because a certain kid responded immediately every time, and there had never been such a delay.

——Just apply to the leader, and in the future, you will take the little devil to go on missions together, so as to avoid similar occurrences...

Zhong Yuanzhong was also in deep thought, brushed aside the little patient's forehead hair, and gently smoothed the creases between his brows with his fingertips.

"Actually, I just heard the conversation between Mr. Dazai and the little boy..." The female doctor lowered her voice and revealed the information secretly, "It seems to be a dispute arising from a private transaction. The little ones were accidentally involved and almost He lost his life. Although the interests of the organization are involved, it is only such a trivial matter, so there is no need for Dazai-san to do it himself, right?"

As if she felt that there was no problem with her analysis, she spread her hands again and added: "That would be a waste of resources. After all, he is one of the two blacks, and the leader cannot be with..."

While talking, when she noticed the expression of the young man in front of her, her voice gradually weakened, and she suddenly felt that she was a little sorry for the leader.

——How do you feel, the two blacks are about to go out together... Seriously, those small organizations can't stand the torture of the two of you, right?They will cry oh, absolutely will cry!

The author has something to say: _(:3∠)_Actually, Dazai made the bathing agent of Polygonum sativa, and is committed to marinating himself. It is only a preliminary effect at present, and it needs to be put very close to smell it.

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