Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

Before he was gnawed into pieces, Osamu Dazai, who had attracted the cat, raised his arm decisively, and used a light hand knife to knock out the crazy cat on the top of the tree.

The guy biting his collarbone collapsed instantly, turning into a puddle of wet pussy, and buried his face into the side of his neck as if he was very well-behaved.

"It seems that we should control the dosage next time..."

He supported the carpet with one hand, and the black hair in the tree with the other hand, and slowly sat up straight against the edge of the bed, making a summary very seriously.

It is necessary to tease cats, but you have to control the speed and keep in the situation that is most beneficial to you, so that you can barely maintain a happy appearance.

In short, he didn't mean to reflect on anything.

After all, for Osamu Dazai, things that exceed expectations are extremely rare, and it is for this reason that they constitute the most interesting part of life that attracts him to continue to explore.

This occasionally makes people feel that living is not all bad.

His sight gradually slid down to the quietly closed eyelids of the person in his arms, as if catching the blue color inside through them, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his lips.

But soon, he restrained all his expressions, stood up and took out the bath towel, rolled up the sleepy boy, and put him in his quilt.

After completing this series of actions, the last trace of warmth in his eyes disappeared, and he returned to his daily indifference and alienation.Even his movements of changing the bandages and uniform again contained a coldness that was beyond normal emotions.

I don't know if it's the devil taking off his disguise, or the human being putting on a thick armor, no matter which one it is, when he walks out of the room and appears in front of the public again——

He is still the feared trump card of the port mafia and may be a strong candidate for the youngest officer in history.

The guards on both sides instinctively lowered their heads to avoid any intersection of eyes with his figure.

At this moment, the only person on the scene who can communicate with him on an equal footing is probably the orange-haired boy who led the team into the headquarters building.

"Hey, Dazai, how's the kid doing?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also barely controlled his personal emotions, and waited until the task department was completed before finally having the opportunity to rush over and ask about the things he cared about the most.

But his rival was as annoying as ever, put on a flat appearance, and showed off calmly: "I will solve it, naturally there is no problem. But you are in a mess, really Poor."

"You guy..."

Stimulated by the other party's light tone, the orange-haired boy subconsciously clenched his fists, making a crunching sound between his finger bones.But considering that he really didn't protect his disciple well, he let out an irritable "tsk" and didn't attack the cynic Qingmao.

He raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, and changed the subject somewhat abruptly: "So, did you send him back to the room?"

"No, he is more interested in my bed, so he stayed and rested."

The black-haired boy opened his eyes and talked nonsense, but his expression was very sincere, as if everything he said was from the bottom of his heart, and he even shrugged his shoulders, making a helpless look of "too popular, I can't help it".

However, before the person in front of him erupted, he managed the follow-up work in a serious manner.

"Because I should be leading the team... Well, I will be responsible for the subsequent interrogation and the placement of the wounded. Ah, of course, you still need to write the report to the leader."

"It's rare to see you take the initiative to take the initiative."

Zhong Yuan also instinctively felt strange, and for a moment he forgot to pursue the matter of taking on the role of boring clerical staff again.But if Osamu Dazai does not take over, he will have to deal with more problems, and there is nothing to complain about.

Now that he had taken a break, he didn't hesitate at all, and directly delegated the power of leadership to his arch-enemy, while he strode forward in a hurry, ready to find the little one he had been thinking about for a long time.

(In Dazai's room...he doesn't know how to pick locks or other sneaky tricks. Isn't it more convenient to break the windowsill glass openly and jump in?)

The boy who didn't want to be polite with a certain bandage guy quickly finalized his course of action, and disappeared around the corner of the corridor within a few seconds, without a trace.

Dazai Osamu was not distracted for the time being, and glanced casually at Akutagawa and the wounded prisoners behind him, paused for a moment at a certain place, and ordered: "Members of today's team, send the remnants of the Takase Society to the Hongye cadres. , and then go back to the room to rest. For the rest, after bandaging, I will give 'consolation'."

Feeling quite terrified and unbelievable about this, the few newcomers who had managed to escape from death were so weak that they almost fell to the ground on the spot.

Even if they joined the organization for a short time, they still know the most basic rules of survival: as one of the five cadres, Koyo Ozaki, although she is a specialist in torture, compared to Dazai Osamu, who seldom helps, her wrists are just as good. Call it tenderness.

——Why did the "honor" that the hostile forces have not won this time fall on top of their heads? !Don't understand!

However, several guys who turned into soft-footed shrimps avoided the treatment. Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had not moved for a long time, took a step forward and asked very calmly: "I don't need to bandage and rest, whether it is punishment or interrogation. , can start at any time.”

"You are really active. Don't worry, you are indispensable." The black-haired boy tilted his head, and a cool iris color emerged from under his eyelashes, like the cold wind of a winter morning, slowly sweeping away , falling a sting without real feeling but full of lethality.

"—People who have made mistakes, but none of them can escape."

The whisper, which was like a guillotine hanging high, seemed to fall gently, cutting off the last luck of the newcomers.

Like other organizations, the underground floors of the Port Mafia have cells dedicated to interrogation and holding prisoners.Probably because the Dragon Head War had just ended, the bloody smell inside was obviously beyond the standard, and even if it was far away, it could still clearly smell the horrible smell that made people feel sick to their stomachs.

Osamu Dazai led his disciples with expressionless faces, and the newcomers who huddled together like quails, walked on the uneven stone brick floor all the way to the innermost room.

During this period, the few people who saw the horrors of hell for the first time trembled. If they were not afraid of being blamed, they would have covered their stomachs and ran to the corner to vomit in the dark.

(This, this kind of place is far more terrifying than the forces of hostile organizations! It makes people feel that the pain of the past few days is like a warm-up... Now is the real thing!)

(I really want to escape, I want to escape——! Help!)

Their faces became paler and paler, but they had to line up to be interrogated by the demon one by one.

Although I didn't commit any evil deeds of betraying the organization, I shouldn't be afraid, but the one who sat in front of me was a young man named Osamu Dazai who had no reverence for life, and he couldn't judge according to common sense.

What's more, just looking into those iris-colored eyes seems to drain all the courage for the rest of my life, which is really beyond the limit that ordinary people can bear in their hearts.

As time passed, the exhausted newcomers left the dungeon one by one, leaving only Akutagawa and the last person who was not interrogated.

Xuecun bit her lip silently.

Being left behind and watching your companions come and go is not an easy thing to do, but a mental torture.

The longer the delay, no matter whether you are guilty or not, you will fall into a state of anxiety, constantly guessing what kind of situation you will encounter.

(Did Osamu Dazai begin to doubt him? It’s just a coincidence... No, even if he has a certain degree of suspicion, as long as he is supported by his life-saving ability, he will be able to get away with it!)

"Ah, it's finally time to finish work."

Not far away, the young man who had been sitting behind the table with a casual attitude stood up, stretched his waist childishly, and then walked forward slowly.

The distance between them is constantly shortening until they are just one step away.

"You look a little familiar, have you met before? Let me recall—"

Xuecun lowered his head cautiously, and heard the melodious voice of a lark coming from above, falling softly and soothingly, as if it had the effect of relaxing the mind.

If it wasn't in such a dangerous environment, or it didn't come from Dazai Osamu, he might really feel contemptuous, thinking that the other party is just putting on airs.

But he had already heard too many rumors, and he was equipped with a hundred thousand points of vigilance, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

(It's okay, he won't show his feet, no one will see through his lies, because - this is the ability he obtained after transformation!)

Although it is claimed to be a supernatural ability that shields one's own breath and is very suitable for sneaking into combat, it is nothing worth paying attention to.But in fact, he can even block his own emotions... In other words, there will be no suspicious micro-expressions and abnormalities such as rapid heartbeats.

(Ha, aren’t you a born spy? You are really suitable for living like an ant.)

(Osamu Dazai's human disqualification is activated by touch, so be careful and keep a distance, and you will not be discovered.)

The blue-haired boy's brain was working at a high speed, and at the same time, he heard his name coming out of the mouth of the person in front of him.

"Xuecun, isn't it? It's such an overly ordinary name, it's easy to be forgotten." I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the black-haired boy felt impersonal, and basically poked at the other's pain with every word.

Xuecun was still silent, his naturally hanging hands were not clenched, nor were they trembling unwillingly, as if he hadn't heard the ridicule at all.

"Well, look up, no one taught you to look into the other person's eyes when talking?"

"Yes, Mr. Dazai—"

He raised his face according to his words, and made a timid and fearful expression just right, but there was no trace of guilty conscience at all.

(It's okay, within the safe range, hold back, there won't be any problems!)

His gaze slid up the straight black windbreaker, passed the corner of the mouth slightly drawn, and was about to look directly into the other's eyes for the first time.

As a result, the next second——

Suddenly, he was kicked in the stomach involuntarily, the force was so strong that the whole person flew backward in an instant, and hit the cold wall directly, making a loud "bang".

Due to the severe shock to his body, the internal organs were almost shattered, and the intense pain spread, causing him to curl up instinctively, and twitched several times as if he was about to die.

At this moment, his chaotic mind couldn't think at all, and he couldn't even breathe intermittently, almost unable to breathe into his lungs.

There was only one thought, like a frantically ringing alarm bell, beating his eardrums desperately.

(It will die, it will die, it will die...!)

With blurred vision, he vaguely saw the perpetrator slowly retracting his long legs, and walking condescendingly.

Click, click, click.

The black leather shoes made crisp footsteps, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped beside his dying figure.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the "victim", his one-sided iris-colored eyes revealed a very coldness, and even the fake smile on his lips was slowly fading away.

"—In order to save time, let's skip the interrogation and go directly to the main topic, what do you think?"

The author has something to say: _(:3∠)_It’s Dazai’s highlight moment again, he’s still very handsome

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