Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

Zhong Yuanzhong paused as he was about to hand over his phone, and his expression became obviously weird, as if he accidentally bit his own tongue after eating something bad, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

——If he knew that the little devil was going to call the bastard Dazai, he would definitely pretend that he forgot to bring his mobile phone to go out!

Due to regret, he temporarily ignored his attribute of not being good at lying, and he couldn't regret it on the spot because of face, so he reluctantly continued to hand it over, muttering to himself: "Why did you suddenly think of giving that guy a lie?" Call up……"

"Because I'm very upset, this kind of suicidal madman who is causing trouble for others everywhere..." The cat looked down at the bomber who had passed out from the pain, and a trace of irritability flashed in the green eyes. But he couldn't explain why he was in a bad mood.

(If the most annoying guy dies in another place without authorization, it will definitely annoy the onlookers, and then, what if no one saves him? ... But, what does this kind of thing have to do with him?)

(I really don’t get it? Anyway, he doesn’t care about Dazai Osamu’s life or death! It’s just...just unhappy!)

"That's right, I wanted to call and scold him!"

Unable to figure it out, Shuri took the phone, pressed the dial button, and explained his behavior so confidently.

As a result, he took the initiative to find the other party, but he listened to the "beep beep" waiting tone for a long time, until the moment before the automatic hang-up, he finally heard the light sound of the connection.

Italy, Sicily.

The black-haired boy appeared alone at the corner of the street, with his hands in the pockets of the long windbreaker, and walked at a leisurely pace, seemingly unsure of his next destination.

Such a posture is no different from the travelers who come here to play.

However, half of his handsome face is wrapped in a bandage, and the neck and wrists are faintly showing the same color tone, which adds a little morbidity to him, and also has a strange sense of mystery, which will always attract others unconsciously. Attention.

In short, no matter where he goes, he may never be able to blend harmoniously into the crowd with his unique temperament alone.

——But as long as he wants to, with a little disguise, he can of course sneak into any occasion like a drop of water flowing into the sea.

(This level of exposure, if the enemy still has no way to find him, it will be a real headache...)

I don't know how many times he took the initiative to play the role of bait, and by the way, got rid of the disciple who behaved the opposite way, Dazai Osamu raised his hand, and under the cover of brushing the hair from his ear, he observed the movement around him from the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, as he expected, several sneaky shadows followed behind him, carefully keeping a distance of at least five meters to avoid being discovered by him.

(Then, it's time to find places where there are few people and provide them with some opportunities to do evil.)

Obviously he is a character who is about to fall into danger, but he is like a cat teasing a mouse, his expression is not nervous, and he turns briskly to the nearby narrow alley.

This is an alley away from the main street, surrounded by ordinary residential buildings. The low houses cover half of the sunlight and spread the dark color on the ground, making the whole space very cramped.

If people with artistic cells come to take pictures, they may give this place many nice names.

He walked forward like a leisurely stroll, and his leather shoes stepped on the stone brick floor with a sense of time, arousing clear and diffuse footsteps.

"Om, oom, oom—"

At this moment, he felt the phone in his pocket start to vibrate, making his fingers in the same space numb slightly.

This is a special style for the port mafia, and a special answering line is set up. Except for people in the organization, there is no possibility of being dialed in by outsiders.

In order not to miss any important news, even if he was a little unhappy after being disturbed, he quickly took out his mobile phone to check the situation.

"What, it's actually a slug..."

His eyes stayed on the name on the caller ID, he was as clever as Dazai Osamu, and he couldn't guess the purpose of his deadly enemy for a while.

(Shouldn't there be any work communication recently? Oh, I don't want to pick it up at all...)

He frowned childishly, held the phone that was ringing frequently for a long time, and finally connected it slowly and put it to his ear one second before it automatically hung up, urging in a bad tone: "I just give You have ten seconds, if you have something to say quickly—"

"..."

There was an obvious silence on the other side, and accompanied by some noisy background sounds, a familiar childish voice came, "It seems that you are still alive and well, then I will hang up."

"...This is really surprising."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a rare two seconds, almost wanting to do something out of character—for example, hold the phone in front of his eyes, and then carefully look at the name of the caller ID and so on.

But his brain was spinning extremely fast, like a precision-operated instrument, deduced the most suitable truth in an instant, and placed it in front of his eyes.

Then, he sent out a forward-looking sigh from the bottom of his heart: He is going out, it is not good, I am afraid it will bring about a very bad situation...

However, even if he predicted too many things, he still wouldn't tell his thoughts completely, but changed back to his usual frivolous tone, and continued with a slight smile: "Oh, you actually care about me, it's really impressive Touched~"

"Which ear of yours can hear that I care about you?!"

I don't know why, the feline has a particularly big temper today, and immediately blew up when he was teased, and made a bunch of "cold" emphatic sounds that he thought were meowing: "Don't be sentimental, I'm calling on purpose scold you!"

"Is that so? But I obviously did nothing wrong—"

The black-haired boy pretended to be aggrieved and elongated his voice. At the same time, the pace under his feet suddenly accelerated, and he turned a corner deftly, changing into a more concealed passage.

The cautious trackers realized that he had probably discovered the anomaly, so they gave up their concealment and instead blatantly arrested him, leaving a lot of messy footsteps in a small space.

The quiet environment was immediately broken by this turmoil, and even the air became dense and pressed down heavily.

"Hurry up, we must not let him escape!"

The leading man issued an order with unconcealable anxiety and excitement in his tone, like a hound seeing a fox fleeing into a dead end, wishing to pounce on the other party's lifeblood.

As everyone knows, the party that seems to have the upper hand is actually the prey that falls into the trap-the one who sets the trap is naturally a cunning hunter in a harmless skin.

Osamu Dazai should have acted more flustered, and then found another opportunity to surrender neatly, so as not to waste his energy meaninglessly.However, a sudden phone call changed his mind, and before he knew it, he started running and began to delay time by guerrilla warfare.

The conversation on the phone continued—

"Why not, anyway, you must be messing around where I can't see you!" Shuli hadn't sorted out his emotions in the first place, and now he couldn't stand the rebuttal at all, and hurriedly made up excuses.

Then, the lines that he couldn't stand the scrutiny were immediately taken advantage of.

"Then if I act recklessly, will you be worried?" The black-haired boy supported the obstacle in front of him with one hand, and jumped over it lightly like a flying kite, driving the gloomy black windbreaker to set off waves together.

Because of such strenuous activity (for him), his voice inevitably had a bit of panting mixed with the sound of the swiftly passing wind into a wonderfully moving movement.

But on the other side of the microphone, there was an incomprehensible temperament. Hearing the words, he couldn't help but lose his voice for a moment, obviously racking his brains to find a countermeasure.

"If...you're not worried, I don't mind doing more messy things." Osamu Dazai didn't give the other party a chance to hesitate too long, and further dug out what he wanted in a way that could break the long distance between the two. s answer.

If you ask, what exactly is what he really wants, or what he is trying to determine through the other party's thoughts, probably even he himself cannot say clearly.

But somehow, he had a strong premonition that couldn't be dispelled, as if something brilliant was about to appear in the desolate world, bringing a light and shadow that he had never seen before.

So he eagerly took the first step, fearing that he might miss it.

——This may be the most courageous moment in life for cowards who are afraid of happiness, and gaining it means losing it at the same time, so don't pursue anything at all.

Immediately, he heard a voice from the microphone.

"Don't die in a place where I can't see without authorization? I haven't taken revenge on you yet. In other words, your life should be predestined by me, right?" The awkward feline finally found a reasonable line , obviously full of confidence, people can imagine his small appearance with his tail cocked just by hearing his voice.

"In short, even if you are yourself, you can't decide to commit suicide casually. You have to wait for the day when I am strong enough... Well, that's it, you hear me!"

"Huh, this kind of agreement sounds really scary."

Osamu Dazai climbed over a low wall again, leaned against a hidden corner, panted twice, and sighed softly in a barely audible volume.

But there was no emotion of fear at all on his face. Instead, his eyelids were lowered, and the corners of his lips curled up vividly, as if he had also been stained with some kind of brilliance, and a bright color emerged from his black body.

He leaned back, leaning his head against the wall at the junction of light and darkness, his kite-colored eyes that were not covered by bandages happened to reflect a ray of warm sun, creating a beautiful scene.

"However, I agree."

The black-haired boy held the mobile phone with one hand, and the side near the ear was already hot, giving him an illusion in his trance, as if the person he was talking to was leaning next to him, rather than relying on a thin and thin body separated by a long distance. signals to convey emotion.

"—So, you have to grow up quickly, don't make me wait too long."

When the last syllable fell, he hung up the communication decisively, not at all curious about how the other party would answer.That seemingly arbitrary action may be due to his cowardice... However, he doesn't want to delve into it too much at the moment.

——After all, he is in an unusually good mood now, so let the worrying things be left to the future self to think about?

The author has something to say: Chuya, who was listening silently: It seems that something is not right, and I can't tell? ? ?

In fact, the emotional change I mentioned before is not the meaning of love, but that Brother Shu began to notice that he actually didn't like seeing Dazai die, although he didn't want to admit it _(:3∠)_

By the way, let me tell you about Brother Shu's age in advance. Although he looks very young, he is actually more than ten years old. It will be exposed later_(:3∠)_

ps: I was busy moving two days ago, a little bit busy, the update is very unstable, and I will double update today!

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