Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

Before the terrified Xuecun could respond, Zhongyuan, who turned around at the same time, also found the shadow of a feline animal. Unable to restrain his emotions, he hurriedly stepped over the collapsed obstacle in front of him, and walked to the side of his deadly enemy. Urgently asked: "What's the matter with the little ghost head, where did you get hurt?"

"For this kind of question, you'd better ask the culprit."

The black-haired boy did not answer directly, but scanned the distance with piercingly cold eyes, and slowly added: "As for the method they used to torture the spirit in the tree, you must not say a word. Make it clear."

As the voice fell, the blood-smelling air froze in an instant, as if it had turned into a heavy boulder, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"... torture."

A few seconds later, the strongest fighter of the port mafia clenched his fists, and with a burst of "crackling" crackling from his knuckles, he said with a gloomy expression, "This really, completely irritated me. ...Hey, Dazai, as long as you don't kill him, you should be fine."

"Although I really want to say that it's okay to be killed, but it's better to hold your breath a little bit. After all, it's the leader's request, at least on the surface, it's okay." Osamu Dazai hooked the corners of his lips, showing no emotion His indifferent smile, and even the usual light and rising ending sound, now seem to be weighed down by a thousand catties, rolling over the nerves of the audience inch by inch.

Although he spoke lines that seemed to leave people with a way out, anyone could tell that the infinite killing intent implied in them was no better than the furious orange-haired boy.

However, Yumeno Hisaku, who was holding the doll not far away, stared wide-eyed, as if he had encountered a very interesting occasion, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and then let out a feeling full of surprise: "Wow, Dazai Mr. once promised to play games with me, is he finally going to fulfill his promise now? I'm so happy—"

The boy who was pulled into the plan by the illusionist but had no idea that he had fallen into a trap, at this moment, did not realize the crux of the problem at all, and turned around with an innocent attitude as if playing hide-and-seek. , ready to run away along the corridor on the other side.

Before, he had cast the power of Brain Hell on most of the people around him, and combined with Liu Dao Mu's illusion to guide and clarify the target of the attack, it was equivalent to setting up many roadblocks for the Central Plains, successfully delaying the entire game. .

Therefore, he felt that the force faction was not a threat to him at all, and now he planned to repeat the old tricks and set foot on the road of "escape" with peace of mind.

Unexpectedly, just as he took the first step, there was a rustling sound from behind when humans were sprinting.Immediately afterwards, the shoulder was pinched by a white palm with distinct joints, bursting out bursts of pain that penetrated deep into the sky.

In order to trigger Brain Hell, which requires injuring the user himself to open it, he tied many sharp blades to his body, relying on this to actively touch porcelain along the way, never thought that someone would know this, and have the courage to touch his body. Body.

For a moment, his expression was distorted by the pain, startled and angry, but he still took a breath and mocked: "You dare to do such a thing, you really have no brains..."

"Huh? It's really you—"

An ominous palm print appeared on the side of the orange-haired boy's neck, and the supernatural power contained in it turned into a black mist climbing up, trying to engulf his blue eyes like sea water.

However, as if he didn't care about the imminent crisis, he let the red gravity ability move forward along his arms, wrapping Yumeno Hisakuzu's body, and then ruthlessly knocked him down, almost completely pressing him into the cold Among the floor tiles.

The boy's body was not considered strong, as soon as he was oppressed by the powerful supernatural power, there was a crackling sound of bone dislocation in his body, and he almost fainted on the spot from the pain.

At this time, the blade that he was obsessed with for doing evil turned into a bitter fruit brewed by himself in a blink of an eye, and was firmly pressed into the skin, bringing an unbearable stimulation, which made him sweat profusely, and kept pulling His sanity made him extra sober.

It might be a happy thing if he could lose consciousness quickly, but it's a pity that he has no chance to get the slightest bit of mercy now.

(Why... His supernatural ability clearly took effect, but it didn't affect the opponent's sanity at all! This kind of situation beyond common sense has never happened before!)

He was about to suffocate from the pain, the scene in front of him seemed to be blurred into patches of colorful patches, only the appearance of the perpetrator was clearly reflected in his eyes, even the opening and closing of the beautifully shaped thin lips could be seen Be clear.

The other party is saying——

"It's just this level, it's not enough to overcome my anger."

The boy with half black and half white hair finally felt the despair of being overwhelmed, trembling uncontrollably, sobbing and crying: "I, I just want to play with everyone, woo woo woo, it hurts... ok It hurts! I want to curse you! Curse the people in Hong Kong!"

"It seems that you still don't know how to repent."

Zhong Yuanzhong also endured the supernatural ability that kept attacking his spirit, and he behaved very calmly, his brows did not frown.

In order to suppress the burning heat in his heart, he habitually took out a cigarette from his pocket, and wanted to light it, but as if a series of curse words from the boy had touched a certain nerve, he suddenly crushed the cigarette under his feet The hard stone bricks made a loud "boom".

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, those blue eyes were extremely bright, as if burning with two extremely hot flames, it was so scorching that people dare not look directly at them.

He opened the corner of his mouth, showing a murderous smirk, and said coldly: "I have a lot of debts to settle with you, but I still have the strength to say some unpleasant things, how courageous you are?"

Every time he uttered a syllable, the red light covering his body became more dazzling, like the sun rising rapidly from the sky, unfolding a breathtaking and magnificent scene in an instant.

However, the guy who was his opponent didn't have the time to appreciate it at all. He only felt that every inch of his bones ached, as if he had been crushed into debris by gravity, and there was a terrible sound of breaking under the skin.

Yumeno Kusaku's throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, firmly blocking the sick nonsense, he could only struggle to squeeze out a few messy whimpers, and he didn't dare to use the almost bug-like brain hell to mess around .

While the enemy was busy cleaning up the ostensible instigator, Osamu Dazai did not watch the fun leisurely as before, but chose to carefully separate the sleeping feline in his arms for the convenience of things to be done later, Pass it on to the next disciple.

"Help me take care of him, you should be able to do it?"

"...Yes, Mr. Dazai."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke hesitated for a very rare moment, as if what was inserted into his hands was not a soft and petite figure, but a carefully crafted and precious handicraft, and he was not sure what kind of strength he should use so as not to break the opponent.

He and Shuli often fought against each other. When they sparred, they basically showed no mercy. They would always attack each other's weaknesses vigorously, and he was the one who lost the most times.But for some reason, he always had the illusion that his senior was very weak, and this feeling was even more obvious when he was hugging him in his arms, making him stiffen unconsciously.

Probably because of an instinct, Rashomon, who was hiding in the black coat, quietly strengthened the support of his arms, so that he would not shake his hands due to panic, and directly drop the sleeping feline.

——Senior is really light, like a mass of weightless cotton...

Different from his own teacher, he adopted a posture similar to a princess hug, with his arms wrapped around the shoulders and legs of the tree, and his head leaned against his shoulders, lowering his eyes, just enough to draw the face of the person in his arms into the Deep in the bottom of the eyes.

Untimely, he suddenly felt that the fighting spirit full of enthusiasm had a tendency to calm down, as if the gentle drizzle was falling, silently nourishing the almost cracked heart, smoothing the ugly cracks one after another.

That kind of soft and delicate emotion, in his life dictionary, is always limited to the weak - he should have decisively erased such a strange existence, but it was too comfortable, so that he couldn't even think of rejecting it.

(If it's a senior, for the time being... it shouldn't matter.)

If the trainer spared a little bit of energy to pay attention to his thoughts, he might immediately change his course of action, and would rather risk waking the feline up, and hold it for the next torture.

But the cadre reserve who is good at trying to figure out people's hearts, at this time, all the attention falls on Xuecun, and he has no time to take care of other aspects for the time being.Facing the source of disaster that he brought into the organization with his own hands, he was really not in a good mood. He even really wanted to shoot a bunch of bullets neatly and end the opponent's life with a method that could be called massacre.

But he is always an over-reasonable person, and acting impulsively is never in line with his style.

Therefore, from the perspective of the blue-haired boy, it becomes more and more unclear how much truth Dazai Osamu knows, especially whether the part about the illusionist has been exposed, and whether he needs to change Rokudo Mukuro to deal with it.

(To be honest, he really doesn't want to confront Osamu Dazai head-on. The memory of the interrogation room last time has become the shadow of his life! The kind that often appears in nightmares!)

(No, don't worry about it, let's change people...)

When he decided to run away, he immediately used the old method to call the illusionist's name in his heart, but who would have thought that the allies who were always on call didn't respond, and disappeared without a trace like a stone sinking into the sea.

For a moment, he couldn't help suspecting that the careful planning of the past few days, the seemingly bright future, was just a dream like a mirror image—this time, it was the painful moment when he should wake up.

(But how is it possible? Obviously everything is so real... Liu Dao Mu, please show up to prove your existence!)

"Your complexion looks bad."

Just when he was doubting his life, a cadre reserve in a straight black windbreaker walked up to him, as if he was very friendly, put his hand on his injured shoulder, and exerted a little strength.

In order to make the play more real, his wound was not faked by illusion. It was already painful. Now that he was touched without any scruples, he felt a rustle of sharp pain bursting out from the cracked flesh, which excited him. A layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Of course, the deeper stimulation came from the heart, and he fell into a state of panic, wishing he could turn around and run away.But in order to save his life, he couldn't show his guilty conscience, so he lowered his head and randomly made excuses: "Because, because of the injury, so..."

"Ah, speaking of it, this is the trace I made to save my disciple, right?"

The fingertips of the black-haired boy slid down the gap between the skin and flesh, as if he was studying how to remove the bones, but he said words of appreciation: "I saw it all from the surveillance records, You are such a brave boy."

"After all, I, I have a relatively good relationship with Shuli, it is impossible to watch him die..."

"But I'm curious—"

Ignoring his false friendship remarks, Osamu Dazai slowly lowered his gaze, looked down at him with unsmiling iris eyes, and asked without any preparation: "The ability you use to deal with Q is actually not good at all. Be your own."

"That, that is..."

"Crap reason, don't bring it in front of me, it really makes people sick to their stomachs."

He obviously threw out a question that was almost a statement, but the deep-minded young man did not intend to get the other party's answer at all, as if he was using this to exert infinite pressure and completely crush the other party's psychological defense.

"If you weren't so eager for success and turned your brains on my disciples, maybe you wouldn't have shown your feet so quickly."

He stared at Xuecun's golden pupils, as if he had seen another soul through the appearance, and he did not leave any chance for the two chaotic allies to dodge.

Then, he smiled, and gave the most deadly continuous attack:

"I have already memorized all the contents of the transformation experiment. Although the scattered clues are a bit difficult to find, with a little effort, we can find out the ability of the existing transformation body and its future whereabouts."

"So, do you think I really can't see who's behind the scenes?"

"The illusionist who destroyed two mafia families with his own power and is currently imprisoned in the Avengers Prison, now he is attached to your body."

"If you have to dig out your brain or heart to find him, I don't mind trying it at all, okay?"

The author has something to say: This incident tells us, don't play tricks with Dazai, because he will dig out your old bottom.Of course, don't compare your perseverance with Zhong Ye, this man's spirit is so strong that no one can beat him_(:3∠)_

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