Cat Breeding Manual

In the empty factory building, Fyodor Dostoyevsky's voice seemed to be a bit ethereal like that of a priest, as if he was giving instructions on behalf of the gods.

"Then, Dazai-kun, I will leave first."

Fyodor saluted him gracefully, bowed his body slightly, his black-purple hair fell slightly and touched his cheek gently, making him look like an innocent and pure white good-hearted man.

"Oh, by the way, call Mr. Police, I've already dialed for you, you're welcome."

The kite eyes were raised slightly, Dazai Osamu's face did not show much haste, it was still as calm and calm as before, and the smile on his lips was still obvious.

"Mr. Devil, you are really a kind person."

"Of course." There was obvious pleasure in Fyodor's voice, and the tone of his voice was slightly raised, and the dark purple hollow eyes reflected Osamu Dazai's appearance.

He seemed to accept Dazai Osamu's compliment wholeheartedly.

"I'm a kind-hearted person from Russia. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a caring human being like me."

So caring, but it is indeed not much different from what he thought.

Osamu Dazai sighed softly, and turned the knife in his hand that couldn't wipe off the blood and fingerprints, thinking that as long as he walked out, he would run into the surrounding policemen just in time.

The power of the 'book' is really terrifying.

"Then, I wish you a happy imprisonment."

After Fyodor Dostoyevsky finished speaking, he walked out of the abandoned warehouse in a graceful manner. The pure white cloak looked more and more clean and white under the sun, and his whole body seemed to be drowned in the color of snow.

He paused, his eyes resting on a ochre-colored cat standing in front of the warehouse door.

The cat has quite rare penetrating cobalt blue eyes, which are as clear as the clean and translucent sky, reflecting Fyodor's appearance without any impurities.

Fyodor was in a pretty good mood: "Oh, cat sauce, did you come here to look for food?"

It's just that the next sentence revealed a little malice.

"The warehouse inside is just right for a full meal~"

After finishing speaking, he laughed lowly to himself, the vibration of the abdominal cavity caused the whole body to tremble together, and at first glance, his fragile body was as weak and vulnerable as a dead leaf in the wind.

"Dazai-kun, I really look forward to your counterattack."

Leaving the last sentence with unclear meaning, Fyodor took out the mobile phone in his arms while walking, and pressed the number neatly.

"It's so rare that you answer my call so quickly..."

Fyodor's figure gradually faded away, and even his voice weakened. Zhongyuan Meow stopped in place, looking suspiciously at his back.

It was a little far away, he wasn't sure.

But the title Fyodor said at the end seemed to be... Mukuro?

Or... 69 in Japanese?

Although Zhongyuan Zhong didn't understand why Fyodor, a Russian, spoke Japanese, but if he deduced it this way, it could only be that the person opposite was Japanese, or the common language between the two of them was only Japanese.

He paused for a moment, and finally didn't think about it any further. At this moment, thinking about it was as clueless as fluff in the wind, and it was just guesswork.

more importantly--

Is Osamu Dazai still alive?

The cat's body quickly rushed into the warehouse, its cobalt blue eyes quickly swept across the empty and dusty ground, and finally stopped on the blood-stained figure.

Osamu Dazai smiled leisurely, not at all troubled by his situation, but rather happily.

"Chuya, you're here."

As soon as the words fell, the siren outside rang loudly, as if afraid that the people inside would not notice, the louder and more urgent.

Nakahara Nakaya paced back and forth, even Osamu Dazai didn't think of a way to deal with it, so naturally it was impossible for him to think of a way so quickly.

This is really... □□ troublesome.

But Nakahara also fully believed that the murder in front of him was completely impossible to be committed by Osamu Dazai.

"Meow."

As if comforting, Nakahara Meow uttered a soft cry to Osamu Dazai rarely.

A faint nasal sound came out from the tip of his nose, Osamu Dazai lowered his head, his curly hair fell gently on his cheeks like a butterfly, he seemed to be smiling lightly, and seemed to be calm and a little daunting.

Dazai was very calm at this moment.

Almost deadly calm.

The wind during the day is always mixed with a hot and irritable atmosphere, and when it hits the face, it seems to be sharp and painful like sand.

How long has it been since I felt this way, just because of God's downcast eyes, my heart can beat like it's about to be squeezed out of my throat.

"Central Plains Chuya..."

He breathed out from his throat like a whisper, before the sound could be heard, it was blown away by the wind.

"Meow?"

What? !

Nakahara also seemed to hear Osamu Dazai calling his name, and his cat ears pricked up, and he looked over with piercing eyes, full of star-like expectations.

Compared with the more or less joking titles in the past, this time it seems to be mixed with some meanings that he doesn't understand, as if it is rare to be serious.

No, now is the time to think about this! ?

The sound of the police car at the door could already clearly hear the sound of brakes, Nakahara Meow planed the ground anxiously, and even had the idea of ​​kidnapping Osamu Dazai.

Undoubtedly, that Fyodor was at fault, but he did not witness what happened, and it is completely impossible to solve the incident at hand.

And the cat's body...

It's just too powerless.

The police outside the door quickly rushed in, and when they saw Dazai Zhizhi, they all stopped at the same time, without even asking too much, as if driven by some kind of force, they tortured Dazai Zhizhi without saying a word. up.

Osamu Dazai was calm and relaxed, without any feeling of embarrassment that he was about to be reduced to a prisoner.

"Zhongye..."

He spoke softly as if talking to himself, and the policemen on the side didn't notice his movements at all and ignored him.

But the person who needs to hear the words has already fallen deeply into his own consciousness.

——His body is imprisoned like a trapped animal, it is impossible to break everything back to the original track.

He needs a stronger posture, and needs to be more able to deal with the situation in front of him——

……

"Wait, Alice."

Pulled by Alice, he started to run, and was about to follow the cat to chase after him, but Mori Ogai suddenly pulled Alice to stop.

Mori Ogai stopped, and Alice beside him looked up at him with some confusion, and tugged at his palm.

"Rintaro?"

The siren beside him roared, and the factory building in front of him was suddenly surrounded by bright red light, and it exploded like fireworks in a blink of an eye.

A red figure flashed past his eyes like a shooting star, the speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch his figure.

"Hmm." Mori Ogai murmured, and said meaningfully, "Alice-chan, we are going to raise a cat. But right now, there is still a problem to solve."

"Hey." Alice was stunned, but her expression didn't look very happy. After a pause, she smiled slowly, "Alice doesn't like trouble very much."

Mori Ogai led her and turned around: "Let's go and find Lord Fukuzawa."

He already understood the reason why Osamu Dazai asked him to cooperate in advance.

……

Fukuzawa Yukichi rescued people from the fire, and all the people in front of him disappeared in a flash.

"Your Excellency Fukuzawa, thank you for your hard work, you can take a rest first."

The field staff of the Supernatural Special Affairs Section greeted Fukuzawa Yukichi cordially and enthusiastically, while directing the staff behind him to quickly clean up the scene.

The professionals who measured the fluctuations of the supernatural ability quickly squatted down, first swept across the gradually extinguished fire scene, and soon stopped beside the big tree, which was flickering with uneasy red.

Fukuzawa Yukichi raised his eyes, his silver eyes swept over there sharply, and without hesitation he drew out the saber at his waist and slashed down.

A young man fell out of it, his eyes were blank, and he seemed to be dead, but judging from the faint ups and downs of his chest, this one was indeed still alive.

Fukuzawa Yukichi steadily retracted his knife, his steps were not chaotic at all, and he began to meditate coldly in his silver eyes.

This person...why is this place?

The people from the Ability Secret Service Section quickly surrounded him, trying to wake up this person, and at the same time began to rummage through him for things that could identify his identity.

"Your Majesty Fukuzawa! Is this... the symbol of the GSS!?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi stepped forward quickly, feeling a little shocked in his heart.

At this time, everything seems to be gradually connected to everything, but there is still something missing.

For a moment, he couldn't figure it out.

……

In front of him was Fyodor Dostoyevsky, his snow-white figure staggered a little, unlike the weak but powerful Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he was more like an ordinary man with no strength to restrain a chicken. People, and their footsteps are so vain that there is no trace of practicing physical skills at all.

Such an opponent is undoubtedly easily repelled——

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his right fist, and the crimson light quickly enveloped the fist.

——It’s just that he felt a vague feeling of uneasiness lingering.

The fist quickly hit the pale and weak side face, and through the snow-white hood, Fyodor flew out and hit the wall firmly.

Fyodor coughed in embarrassment, a stream of blood oozed from between his pale lips, and soon dyed his white cloak bright red.

Against the background of blood, the whole person also has a dying beauty like a sickly beauty, which makes people feel compassionate.

"I finally met you, Chuya Chuya, Mr. Chuya~"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a cold face. Surrounded by gravity, his expression was closer to a god-like indifference, and there was no pity in his cobalt blue eyes.

He walked forward slowly, and unceremoniously stepped on Fyodor's chest. He didn't use much strength, but the brows of the young man in front of him frowned, showing some pain.

Not to be outdone, Fyodor straightened up and approached Chuya Zhongyuan while coughing.

"Mr. Zhongye."

Exhaling weakly and clearly like a orchid, Fyodor seemed to have an almost magical allure at this time, and his dark purple pupils became more and more unfathomable.

Varied--

Zhongyuan Zhong also knocked off the wrist at the waist with his backhand, and kicked Fyodor in front of him with a reflexive kick, but he was caught off guard and scratched his palm, and a streak of blood soon flowed along the lines on his palm. down.

His eyes are full of fear.

Did this man not spare his own body when he was injured like this...

The young man fell to the ground and coughed weakly, but the smile on his lips was quite coquettish, as if he was sure of victory.

There were several blades between Fyodor's fingers, and while scratching Zhongya in the Central Plains, he also cut himself a deep mark.

He trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood, his smile carried a touch of imperceptible madness, but he still maintained a frightening extreme rationality.

"Mr. Zhongye, let me see the power of the gods that belong to you alone."

Fyodor was still laughing intermittently, and his breathing seemed short and out of breath.

"Our rats in the house of death, the newcomers who came recently all have good abilities. Chuya-kun, I am really looking forward to what kind of changes your power will bring to Yokohama."

——The bright blue light suddenly rose from Nakahara Chuya's chest.

作者有话要说：中也为爱冲冠一怒揍陀思（bushi）

My carvin is so good qaq makes a cooing sound (no)

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of sweet plums;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!