Cat Breeding Manual

"Your Majesty Fukuzawa."

Mori Ogai took Alice by the hand, and turned around from the empty street corner, with a serious expression on his face.

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his hands in his sleeves, his silver eyes seemed to be a little cold, and he asked directly without saying hello: "Doctor Mori, your people should be spread out in Yokohama."

The port mafia's intelligence network in Yokohama has long been scattered and criss-crossed like a spider's web, and there is almost no place they cannot touch.

Fukuzawa Yukichi asked the question at this time, but he was worried about the sudden appearance of the long-dead GSS.

"Naturally, I've let them pass. The GSS men, scattered here and there, seem to..."

Mori Ogai spoke unhurriedly, the voice was just loud enough to pass on to Fukuzawa Yukichi, he said as he walked, his purple eyes swept across the collapsed man on the ground indifferently, before he finished speaking, he saw The opponent suddenly twitched violently.

The arms were bent back at an unnatural 90 degrees, and the entire upper body also stood upright in an unreasonable way. The young man with the GSS logo on his body stood up twisted from the ground so abruptly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's hand unconsciously placed on the handle of the knife that had just been put away, and his silver eyes looked at the young man with apprehension: "Doctor Mori, he has very similar power to your Gravity Envoy."

The young man's body was suddenly filled with red light, and the place where his feet stepped, as if the gravity was continuously increasing, spread out along the fine cracked lines.

"This is really...an eye-opener." Mori Ogai also did not expect this scene at all, he reacted quickly, quickly picked up the phone he had just put down, and commanded the people who were already in action very efficiently. underlings.

Even though he still doesn't know what the scene in front of him represents, it doesn't prevent him from taking corresponding measures in advance.

Fukuzawa Yukichi suddenly asked, "Where's Dazai?"

Mori Ogai said: "Because of the murder, he should go to jail right now."

"What—" Fukuzawa Yukichi was a little surprised.

Anyway, although he knew that Osamu Dazai used to be a member of the Port Mafia, how could he be irrationally killing people in the daytime.

Fukuzawa Yukichi quickly dialed the phone number of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, who sighed with great regret, and concluded that Osamu Dazai would already be sent to the prison.

"Looking at it this way, it seems that some kind of force forcibly changed the destiny, President."

Edogawa walked wildly with his cheeks half propped up, his green eyes glistening with the afterglow of the sun, he had been here for a while, half squatting by the side of the road without speaking, and no one noticed him for a while.

Atsushi Nakajima, who sent him over, had already rushed to the next place without stopping, Fukuzawa Yukichi felt uneasy in his heart, always feeling that the fake gravity-like existence in front of him would catch people off guard.

Edogawa Ranpo also sighed.

Things that were clearly seen at first are suddenly messed up like a mess. This kind of experience of meeting opponents is really very rare.

"Ranbu, what do you think?"

"Me? Well, the source of everything should be solved by Mr. Hat. President, in our case, we can only play a supporting role in this play." Edogawa Luan Bu squinted his eyes, the smile on his face disappeared only for a moment, and he smiled comfortably as before.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at him, he didn't care about the speeches of the supporting characters, but he quickly let go of his heart and sighed softly.

"Hoo-"

The silver knife light flashed.

The young man who seemed to use his power by sound quickly fell under the light of Fukuzawa Yukichi's sword. It seemed that the power was similar to that of Nakahara Chuya, and it was only reflected in the depression of the ground.

"As expected of His Majesty Fukuzawa, the sword is still young."

Mori Ogai clapped his hands lightly, and praised Fukuzawa Yukichi sincerely, but soon the conversation turned sharply, and he said with a bit of solemnity: "It's just that the power like Chuya-kun, even if it's weak I am afraid that others will not be able to break through the counterfeit products as easily as Fukuzawa-dono."

He paused, and relayed the information he just received one by one.

"Almost all the streets and alleys of Yokohama, there are people from the Inagawa Society, and each of them, without exception, has the power to manipulate gravity."

"Yokohama, it looks like it's going to make a big fuss."

……

The turmoil in the outside world seems to have nothing to do with Fyodor and Chuya of the Central Plains.

"Mr. Zhongye, have you already felt the loss of power?"

Fyodor coughed weakly, stood up half propped up against the wall, his dark purple eyes lightly fell on Nakahara Nakaya who seemed unmoved in front of him.

"It was just a scratch, what did you do to me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also expressionless, the wound on the palm stopped oozing blood quickly, leaving only a shallow blade scratch, if you don't look carefully, you will be completely lost in the chaotic palm prints.

The strength in the body seems to be gradually being pulled away, and even the apparent stability seems to be unable to maintain.

Return to the body...and what is his body?

It was as if the nozzles were inserted all over his body, and the power was drawn away from nowhere, and he could only clearly feel that his body was getting weaker and weaker.

And Huangba vomit...or he himself also began to feel uneasy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his heart with one hand, his cobalt blue eyes were empty, and he seemed a little lonely to the naked eye, and his red hair seemed to be a little dull, not as bright and dazzling as before.

"Chuya-kun is too reassured about Yokohama and himself. But the facts show that the absoluteness of force can never be regarded as true absoluteness."

Fyodor sighed. Although he was attacked mercilessly by Zhongyuan just now as if he were an enemy, his vitality was always extremely tenacious. Even so, he still supported his body and stood upright. Body.

"I saw it." Fyodor began to wipe the blood stains on his body like a clean freak, and explained slowly: "It is true that all the information about you has been destroyed, but your dear brother, I Remember, it was Verlaine. He did erase all the traces, but he still left the last file for himself."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth and spat unhappily.

Tsk, that fellow Verlaine...

The manipulation of gravity is nothing more than ordinary, and the appearance of using supernatural powers is enough to cover it up.What's more, under the cover of Osamu Dazai's [Disqualification in the World], his strength doesn't seem so surprising.

Even when using filth, although it is an inhuman power, the main thing is Dazai Osamu, who can pull him out of that state in time, and it is not enough to connect with the gods.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he would actually have something to do with that long-lost brother.

In fact, to this day, Zhongyuan Zhong also doesn't think that person is his elder brother.

It was just a man who appeared suddenly and snatched Mr. Rimbaud's hat without authorization.

Fyodor approached Nakahara Chuya, and raised his hand as if wanting to touch his hair, but Nakahara Chuya was too polite to throw his hand.

But Fyodor stopped his hand in time, as if he had foreseen this scene, gently retracted his fingertips into his palm, and said as if full of bewitching:

"Isn't the power of Chuya-kun the most suitable for rebuilding this city? Who can defeat the gravity that can easily destroy everything? This ability in you will spread your ability to scattered people. The birth of countless Chuya-kuns on the body of the "Destined One" in this city must be a wonderful grand song."

Nakahara Chuya thought to himself, what meaningless nonsense this man is talking about.

It's fine with the big song, but what about the doomed person is some unfounded nonsense like theology.

The expression on the young man's face became even colder, and the rapid withdrawal of the power in his body made him visibly agitated.

There was coldness in the cobalt blue eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the corner of his mouth, and said with uncontrollable anger: "So? You controlled the GSS gang?"

Butei received countless letters related to the Inagawa Society one after another, and the Inagawa Society is the successor of the GSS, carrying the ghosts of the previous generation...

He quickly connected all the things he had seen before, from the very beginning when he lured Dazai Osamu to chase after him, sealed him in the way of imprisonment, and now he is being tricked, could it be all because of this man? In the calculation?

But—he has transformed into a cat several times, either indoors, or in smoky or extremely dark places. Fyodor, how dare he be sure that he can be lured out of the Central Plains?

"Hmm, everyone in the GSS, just heard that they could hurt Chuya-kun, so they rushed to participate in this mission one by one. Their souls will definitely be forgiven by the Lord."

Hearing Nakahara Chuya's question, Fyodor explained it very kindly, and also praised it leisurely: "Chuya-kun, I really have a very good relationship with Dazai-kun. Woolen cloth."

"Huh, I'm on good terms with mackerel? You stop talking nonsense here that makes me laugh."

"Huh?" Fyodor suddenly became dazed visible to the naked eye, and blinked innocently, "But didn't you come here immediately when you saw Dazai-kun being framed? Pretty much what I imagined."

The rebuttal of the person involved made Fyodor rarely doubt his own judgment.

Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but choke.

This... he can't say that because he became a cat, he will follow Dazai Osamu.

What's more, it's just to tear up the broken pages of the book, so there's no need to talk so much nonsense with Fyodor.

There seemed to be a lot of thoughts rushing through my mind, vivid emotions seemed to rush to the eye sockets together, as if stained with a layer of color for no reason, it was dyed bright red, and the luster mixed with anger like water vapor also came out densely. , like the cloudy weather before the rainstorm.

Just like what Osamu Dazai told him at that time... Tsk, although he didn't want to act on Osamu Dazai's words.

"It doesn't matter."

Fyodor froze.

The ocher-haired young man was surrounded by tiny red spots of light like electric current, flickering on and off as if unstable, his cobalt blue pupils gradually dimmed, and seemed to be so dark that he could not see others in a trance. The color is average.

Nakahara Chuya's voice was a little hoarse.

"I have only one goal, defeating you is enough."

Fyodor suddenly laughed, clapped his hands lightly, and praised: "Very good, very good, Chuya-kun, please come and knock me down."

"Tsk, don't underestimate me."

With a roar of anger, Zhong Yuanzhong unceremoniously aimed at Fyodor's delicate and pale cheeks.

Just now he has seen the location of the broken pages of the 'book'——

"Well, then when I appear on stage at this time, it seems to spoil the atmosphere a little bit."

There was a soft click sound, which seemed to be a muffled impact sound when hitting a bone, and Nakahara Chuya's fist stopped abruptly, holding on for the moment it was about to hit Fyodor.

The strength of the knuckles tightened instantly, making a muffled sound.

"Six Paths?"

Fyodor smiled: "Of course I won't underestimate Chuya-kun. After all, you are the carrier of the gods, so naturally you deserve to be treated with the highest level of treatment. Muk-kun's ability is particularly good at this time. Use it."

"KUFUFUFU——I'm sorry, Mr. Nakaya, as I said, the Mafia really doesn't fit in well with my orientation."

Liudao Mu chuckled a few times, and quietly appeared from a cloud of smoky purple fog. The top of the trident he was holding in his hand suddenly touched Zhongya Zhongya's shoulder.

"Be my puppet, Mr. Chuya."

The author has something to say: Kui Kui is here, and today is Kui Kui who rebelled against the water!

Weeping, the hand speed is too slow

It seems that there should be a plot below, but if I write it down, I won’t be able to keep up with today’s update. In order not to be embarrassed, I will leave the anti-killing part for tomorrow (hey