Miss Silver's Note on Orphans [Comprehensive]

When traveling to another world for the first time, Ginko and Edogawa Ranpo mentioned the matter of Matsuyo teacher.

But it was just mentioned casually at that time, and Ginko himself didn't remember it in his heart. He didn't expect to get news about Matsuyo teacher from Edogawa Ranpo suddenly today.

To be precise, it is not a message, but an address.

On the way there, Yin Zi, who has always been big-hearted, rarely felt a bit tangled.

Do you want to inform the wig and the short fir of this news?

If Master Songyang is really there, why doesn't he meet his disciples?

It was useless to think too much, Yin Zi moved forward at full speed, and arrived at the destination quietly alone.

It was a rockery, which originally existed as a supporting landscape for an artificial lake, but then the artificial lake was not maintained for some reason, and gradually dried up, leaving only a rockery in place.

There are many more stray cats here now, and the complex hole structure of the rockery provides an ideal shelter for stray cats.

Yin Zi turned around twice, and saw the person in his memory deep in the rockery.

Teacher Songyang sat sideways on a boulder in a relaxed posture, holding a bag of dried fish in his hand, and was feeding a lame and thin white cat in front of him.

His long hair hangs down to cover half of his face, and he is wearing light-colored clothes. His whole body looks like a warm cotton cloth that has been washed too many times to fade.

Everything is exactly the same as in Yinzi's memory, so that it seriously lacks the sense of reality.

"Teacher Songyang..."

The man who fed the cat turned his head to look at Yinzi, his hair shaking, revealing his entire face.

That was the face of Yoshida Shoyo.Obviously several years have passed, but there is no more wrinkle on that face, as if time has never flowed, and the years have never changed.

He frowned and smiled at Yinzi.

Silver fingers clenched tightly.wrong!That smile...he is not Teacher Songyang!

The darkness suddenly blocked Ginko's vision, cutting off all her consciousness.

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The shower came suddenly, and then passed quickly, and several deep and shallow puddles accumulated on the uneven ground.

A few skinny wild cats with mottled fur came out of the large and small holes on the rockery, and gathered in front of the puddle to drink water with their heads down.

There is a silver-white cat lying on a corner of the rockery. The biggest difference from other cats is that it looks very healthy. Although the hair is wet from the rain, it is not dirty, and the four feet are not stained and stained by years of running. scars.

The white cat slowly woke up from the coma, shaking its head and showing a very anthropomorphic shocked expression.

It opened its mouth wide and said "meow meow" hoarsely, and was glared at by other cats.

Then it seemed to be in a panic and rushed out of the area, rushed to the nearest automatic vending machine, kicked its hind legs and squeezed inside.

It's as if it can become a human being just by squeezing it in.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as a cat demonizing a vending machine disguised as a vending machine in reality. The white cat squeezed its face and deformed it, but it couldn't get in completely.

It was lost for a long time, and finally chose to give up. It got out again and drank some water in front of a puddle, and then wandered around the rockery inside and out.

Finally it bumped headlong against the feet of a male who appeared out of nowhere.

The white cat looked up with its head in its arms, and saw that the other party was a very imposing middle-aged man. He had a majestic face and a head of gray-white hair, and he was wearing a kimono in a proper way. He seemed a little confused and a little confused. alert.

"So it's not the enemy...Little cat, do you know where this is?" The man squatted down and stretched out a hand to the white cat tentatively.

The white cat raised its head and meowed twice, then lowered its head dejectedly, ignored the man's friendly hand, and walked around him to go elsewhere.

The man was still squatting on the spot, his eyes following the white cat: "My name is Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency. If you are willing to trust me, can you point me to a path?"

The white cat, which was about to go away on its own, stopped suddenly. It heard a word worth paying attention to - "Armed Detective Agency", so it showed a hesitant expression vividly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded solemnly: "I see... Do you want me to hug you?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of the white cat's unwilling struggle, he bent down and hugged it into his arms.Having done so, a suspicious blush crept across his majestic features.

The white cat struggled for a long time, but kept its sharp claws away, and only used the pads to attack, so it did not cause any harm to Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Fukuzawa Yukichi interpreted this thoughtfulness as acquiescence, and stroked the back of the white cat with his strong fingers: "Yes, yes, I understand, let me find a place for you to dry your hair first."

The white cat was so comfortably smoothed by this hand, its ears trembled, and it almost made a "snoring" sound.

It whispered "meow meow" a few times, as if it had already expressed its thoughts and feelings of "you know what a fart!".

Fukuzawa Yukichi walked onto the street with the white cat in his arms, stopping and stopping all the way, obviously not familiar with the surrounding routes at all, and he always looked and looked at the pedestrians on the street.

Whether he saw a beautiful girl with four arms or a fat man with gills on his cheeks, Fukuzawa Yukichi would look twice more with a stiff expression, and then reveal some unobvious dreamy and blurred eyes.

He probably thought he was dreaming.

The white cat shook its head very understandingly, and then suddenly bumped into a person passing by the side of the road.

The passer-by had smooth long black hair, a blue yukata and white haori, and a white unknown creature was following him.This person is the leader of the Personalityless Alliance - Wig Kotaro.

The white cat froze and began to shrink back.

Fukuzawa Yukichi keenly sensed the abnormality of the white cat. He followed the white cat's line of sight and examined each other with the wig.

"Does your excellency know where I can blow-dry a kitten's hair near here?" Fukuzawa Yukichi asked calmly.

The wig lowered his gaze, continued to stare at the white cat, and replied: "I know there is a pet shop that blows dry for free, and I can take you there directly, but I have one condition."

"What conditions?"

"I'm going to rub this cat's meatballs."

The white cat opened its mouth wide and "meowed" in protest.After listening to the wig, his expression froze, and he blurted out: "It's not a wig, it's Gui!"

After talking about the wig, he was stunned, stretched out his hand to support his forehead and muttered to himself: "It's strange, why can't I help but say this sentence, is it because I saw a familiar figure in the meat ball in front of me..."

The starlight of hope shone in the white cat's eyes.

The wig immediately sighed slightly again: "Sure enough, I have been too tired recently and have bad hallucinations. I can think of that guy Ginko when I look at my beloved meatball. It's as bad as eating a spoonful of Uji red beans after eating soba noodles." Ah. Elizabeth, help me get me a glass of sleep-friendly milk tonight."

The white unknown creature raised the wooden sign in his hand: "Understood!"

The white cat let out an annoyed "Aw", broke away from Fukuzawa Yukichi's embrace and jumped towards the wig.

The wig instantly blushed, his eyes sparkled and he relaxed his body, and his voice rippling: "Meatball, that's right, that's it, please treat me as much as you want—ah!"

The white cat stretched out its sharp claws, and scratched bloodstains on the face of the wig unceremoniously.

As a result, the matter of drying the white cat's hair was put on hold, and the two people who met by chance went to the clinic first.

After putting gauze on the face of the wig, he looked much softer and cute. He said to Fukuzawa Yukichi with a serious expression: "It doesn't matter, I will always like meatballs. No matter what I go through, this will not change, even if the whole world changes." Just make it into a meatball...so please let me knead its meatball, please."

Fukuzawa Yukichi pondered for a moment: "...Sorry, in fact, today is the first day I know this kitten. It may have just lost its owner. I have no right to make decisions for it."

"Is that so." The wig looked at the white cat emotionally, "It seems that you are having a hard time."

He stretched out his hand and tentatively pinched the white cat's meatball. This time, the white cat didn't overreact, but just gave the wig a disdainful look, jumped out of Fukuzawa Yukichi's arms, and walked away from the clinic.

"Where is it going?" Wig looked lost.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was also a little disappointed: "Maybe it's because I don't plan to be raised by humans, and I plan to live a free life. Cats are not used to relying on such creatures."

The wig couldn't help feeling sympathetic with Fukuzawa Yukichi, and the two were about to hug each other and cry, when a bandage weirdo jumped out: "Hi! It's Mr. Gui and President Fukuzawa!"

Osamu Dazai let go of the female nurse he was harassing, and clasped his hands full of surprises: "I saw a tree growing very chic and elegant today, so I wanted to hang myself there, but the branch broke and fell down, almost breaking my arm I thought this must be a sign of some happy event, and sure enough, I just met the person I wanted to see in the clinic."

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After the white cat ran out of the clinic, it was wandering on the street. It was walking, and met Aizawa Shouta in an unspeakable coincidence.

Aizawa Shouta didn't wear the usual black hero uniform, but a T-shirt and long pants, very ordinary.

If his bloodshot eyes were not so recognizable, it would be difficult for people who are not familiar with him to recognize him.

After discovering the white cat, Aizawa Shouta stopped in his tracks.

The white cat just blocked his way, so he had to confront the white cat with a hesitant attitude.

Don't get me wrong, Aizawa Shouta doesn't hate cats, nor is he afraid of cats, on the contrary, he actually likes cats very much.

But he didn't dare to approach the white cat in front of him suddenly, because he had already had too many lessons learned from the past.

I don’t know if it’s because of the magnetic field problem that comes with personality. In short, Aizawa Shouta has always been difficult to please cats. No matter what he does, no cats like him or get close to him. Sometimes cats will blow their fur when they see him.

This caused Aizawa Shouta to be vigilant when encountering any cat, while being careful not to be scratched and bitten by the cat with fried hair, while urgently thinking about countermeasures to please.

If you don't like cats, you can just walk around cats, but Aizawa Xiao really likes cats, so no matter how difficult the conditions are, he will never give up trying to please his loved ones!

Puffing himself up secretly in his heart, Aizawa Xiaotao calmly moved slowly, approaching the white cat.

"Meow~" He tentatively uttered the meow that he had secretly practiced many times when he was alone.

And now, it's time to accept the fruits of this hard work!

The author has something to say: Well, Aizawa Sansan, you won’t blame me for spoiling your heroic image, right?

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