Cat Breeding Manual

[Okay, Lord Zhongyuan. 】

The text messages sent to his subordinates were quickly answered. Zhong Yuan also buckled his mobile phone on the coffee table, his brows were furrowed, and his fingers tapped the coffee table impatiently.

Unable to figure out why, Nakahara Chuya stood up abruptly, strode back to the room and picked up his hat.

Just as he was about to put it on his head, his hand stopped suddenly.

How would he wear a hat with cat ears?

Zhongyuan, feeling uncomfortable without a hat on, Zhongye once again stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

Looking at the pair of fluffy cat ears that shook slightly from time to time, Zhongyuan Zhong also held down his throbbing veins, compared the position with the hat, and put it on carefully.

The brim of the black hat was slightly propped up by the pinnae of cat ears, and it seemed to be precariously falling on the ocher hair.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Is the world crazy or is he crazy?

Damn, why on earth is he so serious about wearing a hat in front of the mirror.

Without hesitating for a long time, Zhong Yuanzhong quickly adjusted his hat and covered one ear obliquely.

The other cat ear, although still exposed, is also ochre-colored and fuzzy, and is largely covered by his ochre-haired hair.

As for the tail, after he put on his iconic trench coat, the wagging tail quieted down on its own.

Wearing gloves on both hands, Zhong Yuan looked at himself in the mirror and pulled out a very shallow arc, making a creaking sound from his hands.

Osamu Dazai, wait to die.

A few minutes later, the sound of the engine sounded from the underground garage, and it was as fleeting as thunder, and the whole block fell silent again.

In the Armed Detective Agency, Osamu Dazai's phone suddenly vibrated a few times.

The phone buzzed, but the owner fell on the sofa and pretended to be unconscious, very selectively ignoring the source of the noise.

"Mr. Dazai, your phone number..."

"Hey, Dunjun, hang up for me. The call will come at this time, and there will be no other person except the dark dwarf."

Atsushi Nakajima was confused: "Huh?"

Before he had time to think clearly about Osamu Dazai's words, the gate of the Armed Detective Agency was suddenly broken open violently.

The visitor seemed to be worried about something, and did not damage the gate at all.

"Oh, Dunjun, just say I'm not here."

Osamu Dazai straightened up from the sofa, covered his ears in front of the visitor, and started ringing.

"Dun Jun, tell that bastard mackerel to get out of here, or his home will not be intact."

Full of anger, he raced all the way, but Zhongya Nakahara still maintained his sanity.Glancing at Atsushi Nakajima who was trembling while holding the documents, he smiled coldly and threatened Osamu Dazai.

Atsushi Nakajima did not expect that this Hong Kong gangster cadre, whom he had only met once in surveillance, would actually cooperate with the unreasonable Osamu Dazai, selectively ignoring his existence.

He was taken aback, looked at Chuya Nakahara, then looked back at Osamu Dazai, and whispered: "Mr. Dazai, he told you to get out."

"Oh..." Osamu Dazai sighed sadly, and put one hand on Atsushi Nakajima's shoulder, with a lazy look half leaning on him.

He covered his eyes with one hand, covering those iris-colored eyes, and he didn't know who he was sighing for.

Nakahara didn't urge him either, he leaned against the wall and watched Osamu Dazai's performance indifferently.

Osamu Dazai sighed enough, raised his head to face Nakahara Chuya, his figure was reflected in his kite-colored pupils.

"Long time no see, Chuya, do you have any entrustment? If so, please allow me to recommend our new staff for you. He is very reliable."

Taking a half step back and pushing Atsushi Nakajima beside him to the front, Osamu Dazai suddenly acted as a vivid salesman.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, and only said one word: "Huh?"

Red light overflowed from his body, cobalt blue eyes were full of hostility, Atsushi Nakajima trembled all over, and looked back stiffly at Osamu Dazai beside him holding his forehead.

……

"So, what's the matter with Chuya? Love counseling? Or did you find a way to grow taller? At Chuya's age, growing taller is already a daydream."

Sitting face to face with his former partner again is a rare life experience for Osamu Dazai.

Atsushi Nakajima thoughtfully went out to prepare tea, Osamu Dazai supported himself lazily with his hands, and began to talk nonsense without opening the door.

Zhong Yuanzhong also resisted the urge to beat him violently, silently clenched his fists and then released them.After hesitating for a moment, he took off the hat on his head and asked, "Hey, this thing is your prank, bastard mackerel, you should stop joking."

Without the seal of the hat, the cat's ears stood up abruptly, and trembled unconsciously a few times when it came into contact with the light.

Osamu Dazai's pupils trembled a little, and the elusive amazement flashed by, and he quickly calmed down again, covering his face and letting out a chuckle.

"Chuuya, Halloween is over, it's too late to joke around at this time. And cat ears really don't match your image."

"Huh? What did you say..."

Chuya Nakahara was furious, stood up suddenly and grabbed Dazai Osamu by the collar, raised one hand high, and when it was about to fall on his face, Chuya Nakahara suddenly appeared in front of Osamu Dazai. Disappeared.

Without a sound, it just disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the iconic hat floating lightly on the seat.

Things were a little sudden, and Osamu Dazai, who was always calm, became flustered rarely.

"...Chuya!"

"Meow!"

But before he could get out of his seat, a fluffy orange kitten suddenly lifted the brim of its hat, and its cobalt blue eyes looked at Osamu Dazai with sparkle. Although he grinned fiercely at Osamu Dazai, but because Despite its small size, it has a fierce and cute feeling.

Osamu Dazai paused, stood there for about tens of seconds, and then suddenly burst into a suppressed, muffled laugh.

"Heh - is this some kind of joke from the gods?"

Hearing Osamu Dazai's unusual laughter, Atsushi Nakajima opened a gap to peek, thinking that there must be a fight inside the door, otherwise Mr. Dazai would laugh so weirdly.

It's just that the situation inside the door is completely different from his imagination.

The window on the side was wide open, and the sound of the wind was blowing into the room, making it difficult for the meager heating to keep the room warm.

The wind blew the white curtains up high, the table in front of the window was in a mess, and beside Osamu Dazai, there was no trace of the young man with the red hair in the hat.

Instead, a ochre-colored kitten appeared in Osamu Dazai's arms, waving its teeth and claws at Osamu Dazai, looking very unfriendly.

"Yo, Dunjun, please clean up."

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned: "Mr. Dazai, where's the gentleman from Hong Kong just now?"

And where did this cat come from? !

The little tiger was full of doubts.

"Well."

Osamu Dazai lowered his voice, and happily raised the ocher cat in his hand, his iris-colored eyes were full of playfulness.

"Let's jump out of the window and leave, Chuya's mind is starting to be difficult to guess. Do you think so, kitten?"

He smiled and teased the cat in front of him, but the cat was furious. Without thinking, it raised its claws and slid them down on his perfectly curved face.

Atsushi Nakajima exclaimed: "Mr. Dazai!"

Three scratches appeared on this flawless face, it can be said that Osamu Dazai was in such a mess for the first time in his life.

But he didn't show any resentment. Instead, the curvature of his mouth was wider, and his smile was stronger. One hand began to knead the little cat's paw.

"Well, just give you a name, let me think about it."

——"Let's just call him Dwarf, okay?"

Cat:?

In the next second, Atsushi Nakajima saw three equally symmetrical scratches appear on the other half of Osamu Dazai's face.

The ocher cat jumped out of his arms, squatted on the tea table and licked its fluffy paws, looking quite proud.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at Osamu Dazai with some pity——

Dazai-san, it doesn't look like cats like it.