Cat Breeding Manual

After regaining his human body, Zhong Yuanzhong felt a little uncomfortable.

It was hard to get used to the claws that could come out at will, but when he clenched his fist again, it seemed that something was missing.

No, more importantly, the hat is gone.

He punched Osamu Dazai casually as if in revenge, and Nakahara Chuya came back to his senses, and raised his hand to touch the top of his hair.

The ochre-colored hair is thick and a little messy, and if you poke at it at will, you can easily touch the pair of fluffy ochre-colored petite cat ears. The moment you touch it, your fingertips immediately curl up a little. His ears trembled sharply.

This is really... what a sudden disaster.

Although he has regained his human appearance, are the cat ears still stubbornly stuck in his hair?When he felt it carefully, there seemed to be a tail behind him that was shaking slightly left and right following his thoughts.

Zhong Yuanzhong also withdrew his squinting gaze behind him, and began to meditate.

What's more... I don't know when my body will turn back into a cat again.

If it was just a short-term prank, it shouldn't just be that the body changed back, but the pair of cat ears and cat tails still stayed here.

The cobalt blue eyes darkened slightly, and Zhong Yuanzhong also had a headache.

When I was still a cat, I didn't feel it, but when I regained my human appearance, without the hat, I seemed to feel a little lost.And this appearance made him feel a little helpless.

The street outside the alley is still crowded with people. Although Zhongyuan Zhongya is not afraid of the eyes of others, it is really difficult for him to accept such a state of being exposed to the eyes of many people.

If it weren't for the unexpected way to contact him, Nakahara would not go directly to Osamu Dazai.

But in the current situation, the supernatural power of the green mackerel in front of him can't help anything.

Although the cat's body is light and strong, and can go to many places flexibly, but thinking about the boundless hell of playing with it from Osamu Dazai in a short half a day, Nakahara is still a little angry .

Lowering his eyes, the blue mackerel under him seemed to have some bad thoughts again.

"Oh, Chuya, look at your cat ears, like a doll, they were born with you."

Osamu Dazai was pressed to the ground, the sand-colored windbreaker was stained with countless dust, and the bandages on his arms were loose and out of shape, but he didn't look angry, instead he raised his upper body slightly, and stretched out his hands while supporting himself Touch the Nakahara Chuya in front of you.

Messy bandages were intertwined between the white and slender knuckles, and the ochre-colored hair seemed to be dyed a crimson hue under these hands, like a crumbling maple-colored maple leaf in late autumn.

He brushed along the base of the round ears, and slowly approached the pair of cat ears standing on the top of the young man's hair, trembling slightly vigilantly from time to time.

"Snapped--!"

Just a merciless slap, and the red finger marks fell on the fair skin indistinctly.Nakahara Nakaya firmly grasped Osamu Dazai's raised wrist, followed by a heavy punch on his chest, causing the black-haired man with kite eyes to fall heavily back to the ground.

"Shut up, Dazai, don't try to play tricks."

"A trick?" Osamu Dazai looked innocent.

He lay on the ground as if nothing had happened, as comfortable as staying in his own home, without the slightest bit of impatience dripping from his brows and eyes.

Gently sent out a very light sigh from his throat, and a slightly cool breath was slowly sent out from between his high nostrils, Osamu Dazai tilted his head, and smiled heartlessly.

"It's too much, Chuya, I just want to help you take a look with an academic spirit." As if he didn't repent, he raised his hand and gently wrapped the tail of hair hanging from Zhongya's shoulders, and twirled it around on the index finger.

Nakahara just wanted to give him a blank look, and mercilessly slapped Osamu Dazai away again. He was about to stand up neatly and kick Dazai again, when there was a pleasant and somewhat puzzled call from the alleyway. sound.

Zhong Yuanzhong also backed away, trying to rely on the shadows in the alley to cover some of the cat ears in his hair, but today's weather was not to his liking, the sun turned a corner in the blink of an eye and shone into the alley, See everything at a glance.

Osamu Dazai stood up slowly, his speed was just in time for the moment when the sun shone in, and he stood in front of Chuya Nakahara in such an unbiased manner.

The sand-colored windbreaker was inevitably stained with dust. Osamu Dazai gently patted the tail of the coat with his movements. The belt on the windbreaker swayed from side to side, and his kite-colored eyes seemed to glance over casually. Osamu Dazai made a face. Just noticed the look of the person coming.

Due to the superiority of his height, Zhongyuan Zhong was almost completely blocked by him.

only--

"Ah, isn't this Chuya-kun? The other one is—" With a voice as sweet as honey, Bailan Jesso seemed to be in a good mood, his lavender pupils swept across Zhongya Zhongya, and stopped again. On Dazai Osamu, "I remember, you are Dazai-kun~."

The speed of standing up seemed to be a little hesitant.

"Mr. Bailan, oh, isn't this the leader of the Miofiore family? It seems that this place is not suitable for an upright and brave citizen like me."

Osamu Dazai patted the windbreaker off in a calm manner, a slight arc curled up at the corners of his lips, and his kite eyes stared fearlessly at Bailan Jesso who was still kneading cotton candy in front of him.

A year ago, the detective agency accepted a case from overseas. A Japanese from Italy, who somehow learned about the reputation of the Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama that almost every shot is guaranteed to succeed, went straight to the door and asked the Armed Detective Agency. people protect him.

but--

Although Edogawa Ranpo is the only one in the agency who is earnestly fulfilling the duties of a detective, and everyone else is "working hard" to carry out the word "armed", but the armed detective agency is always a detective agency, so it is naturally impossible Like a bodyguard to protect a person.

At that time, Edogawa Ranpo was in a good mood, so he said to the man bluntly like a suggestion: "If you don't return that thing, you will die."

The client suddenly became furious and threatened the armed detective agency without saying a word, but he was outnumbered by two fists, and was quickly subdued and thrown out of the detective agency.

Kunikida Ranpo slammed the door coldly: "Be a good person."

Dazai Osamu let out a chuckle, and complained without any scruples: "Pfft, Kunikida, you are preaching like a teacher."

It's just that the man had just left, and the man in the white uniform knocked on the door of the detective agency's office soon again. The leader held a laptop computer, and played the video to them after greeting them.

It is Bailan Jesso who appeared in the video. He seems to like to communicate with various people through this video method, and his posture in front of the camera is quite natural and comfortable.

"Oh, isn't this Dazai-kun? I really didn't expect that..."

Osamu Dazai interrupted him: "Oh, long time no see Mr. Bailan, me? Have you forgotten, I'm just an honest and ordinary detective agency member."

It's just that Bailan Jesso recognized Osamu Dazai at a glance. When he was still in the port mafia, he had a lot of business interactions with the young man in front of him.

"Hehe~ Dazai-kun is right."

As if an acquaintance is easy to handle, and also as if he knows that all methods are useless, Bailan Jesso did not put any pressure on the Armed Detective Agency, and only had a brief conversation with Osamu Dazai as if reminiscing about the past, and then let his subordinates leave Armed Detective Agency.

In the end, the matter had nothing to do with the Armed Detective Agency. It was only heard that the port mafia captured the man and handed it over to the Mirufiore family.But the silver-haired man in front of him was never as kind and innocent as he looked.

"...upright ordinary citizen?"

There seemed to be a mocking smile in the lavender eyes, and Bailan Jesso spread out his hands and waved them innocently: "Dazai-kun is too much~, I am just an ordinary tourist. "

He swallowed the marshmallow in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly because he felt the sweet taste, and looked in a good mood.

"Well, I am not the same type of leader as Mr. Mori of the port mafia~."

Bailan Jesso's eyes jumped over Osamu Dazai, and went straight to Chuya Nakahara behind him.

He smiled slightly: "The leader occasionally has time to rest freely~, but a diligent and hard-working subordinate like Nakaya-kun should not be able to understand this feeling."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyelids, his cobalt blue pupils darkened slightly, and a few strands of hair on his forehead slid down against the contours of his face, making him look a little under-pressurized.

He spoke in a low and hoarse voice: "Mr. Bailan, I'm very glad to meet you here. But I still have some things to do, so I won't chat with you. If you need anything, just come to the port mafia."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had no intention of having an in-depth conversation with Bailan Jesso, and blocked the back of the conversation with a few sentences. The expression on his face was neither salty nor cold, and he only maintained the most basic polite attitude.

Although his attitude still showed some respect for the guests, Nakahara Nakaya just wanted to end the conversation quickly at this time, and he didn't want to leave even weirder impressions on himself with the strange cat ears on his head.

He paused for a moment, his cobalt blue eyes as clear as the sea were indifferent, and a smile curved his lips politely.

"After all, we and the Mirufiore family are more or less allies."

Bailan Jesso smiled normally. His attire did not look like a mafia leader at all. Instead, he looked like an ordinary college student, handsome and approachable.

"I'm sorry, Nakaya-kun, I didn't think carefully. Tomorrow, I will have a good meeting with Mr. Mori. It's a pity that I forgot to bring some scenery to Mr. Mori from Italy."

With a look of sudden realization, he immediately apologized with a smile, as if very sincere and sincere.

As the leader of the Mirufiore family, no matter how informal he is, when entering someone else's territory, such an approach is undoubtedly very offensive.

Brandon Jesso pinched the marshmallow in his hand. During the short conversation, he kept throwing the marshmallow into his mouth with ease. Now it seemed that the bag in his hand was empty.

"Ara, I'm done with my marshmallows. I'm sorry, I'm going to buy another bag. Chuya-kun, Dazai-kun, nice to meet you."

Brandon Jesso also noticed this. He shook the bag in his hand, and the empty plastic bag made a rattling sound as it rubbed against it, which was quite ear-piercing.

After confirming that it was correct, he seemed to be suddenly depressed, and soon offered to leave here.

As soon as the voice fell, he turned around and left quickly——

"Ah, that's right! Nakaya-kun, Dazai-kun, I won't tell you about your meeting today."

As if suddenly reminded of something, he suddenly assumed the role of kind and friendly secret keeper.

Bailan Jesso turned around and blinked at the two people behind him. There was no sense of disobedience in doing this gesture, and he was even quite handsome and unrestrained, but Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little shy.

Talking about whether it is confidential or not, it is obvious that he himself is the biggest violator, so he is saying something good at this time.

but--

Brandon Jesso, didn't you notice his cat ears?