Yokohama's Son of God, meow!

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After Chapter 48

#[Unacquired [Sun's Breath] during customs clearance]#

#[Sun Wheel Knife [Hezhi Blade] Not Recovered to Luggage]#

#[Insufficient favorability of the system]#

[If one of the conditions is not met, it will automatically enter the following ending]

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[false ending]

[ps: The child survived/Oda Zuo died - the ending of redemption]

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——Warring States He Dao.

This is a name that has caused a sensation in the entire Yokohama literary world recently, or it may be said that it is a pseudonym.

Although the neon literary world in the world I am currently in can almost be regarded as declining and depressed, there are very few bigwigs who produce food.

In my original real world, the writers in this world gathered together in a group of gangsters with familiar names, detectives as detectives, and those who jumped out of the code and published books were very few.

As a result, I (bushi), who loves literature, fell into a literary shortage every day.

I remember a few years ago when I went out to help my family make soy sauce and buy newspapers, I happened to see a fairy article published in a newspaper.

I still remember the author's name, it's called "Spicy Curry".

This fresh, unpretentious, unpretentious and unpretentious name, like a clear stream that is not stained by mudslides, quickly caught my attention.Straight to my heart.

So, taking advantage of the time when I forgot to bring my keys and my loving parents went out for a walk, no one at home could only squat in front of the house in misery, I followed the faint light revealed by the neighbor's bath, opened the newspaper that day, calmed down and read this " Spicy Curry" teacher's book.

It was a serial, mainly depicting the daily affairs of an ordinary novelist living with his six children and a cat.

The children are sensible and innocent, the cat is cute and human, the house is not particularly spacious, even a bit crowded for six people and one cat, but the house is built brick by brick by the ordinary novelist himself, and you can see the sea when you look up House of.

During the day, the novelist would sit by the window, feeling the comfortable sea breeze as if he could taste the slightly salty taste.

Let the unkempt and disheveled hair be blown up like waves, and dyed in the brilliance of the sun that is gradually climbing out of the sea level.

In this state, leaning over the desk, there is a rustling sound when the tip of the pen touches the paper.

At night, a group of children would push and shove and cling to the railing on the second floor, saying goodnight to him with angelic smiles, and obediently going back to their room to sleep.

Afterwards, the novelist would stretch his waist leisurely to end the day's writing work, wash and clean up, and then fall asleep with the sound of the waves on his pillow.

Cat, the last member of the family, came to this seaside cottage after the children grew up and left their adoptive novelist father.

He was carried to the novelist's eyes by a visiting friend.

That friend, like him, was engaged in a job that was not recognized by the bright side of the world before he obtained a source of income as a novelist.

They are old colleagues.

But those days of dark undercurrents are long gone.

The two people now, without exception, fled outside the bright line and lived the lives they each yearned for.

The article describes the friend who sent the cat to the door like this——

[This dear friend of mine, many interesting things can always happen around him.

It's as if he's a natural magnet for interesting things and has a way of making everyone around him laugh.

It's just that some people say that I laugh too much. To put it bluntly, I'm stupid. Most of the time I don't understand that other people's jokes are actually jokes.

——That is to say, when the other party "does their best to perform and wants to make everyone laugh smoothly", I often can't react.

It is precisely because of my strange personality that at the beginning, my friend—we had not become such a close friend at the time—he made all the colleagues here express their joyful expressions after he finished speaking. , and laughing at the joke, I didn't laugh.

Yes.

I was the only one who didn't laugh.

It was calm, maybe in the eyes of others, I was sitting there numbly, surrounded by such a group of happy people.

No, that statement is not accurate.

Because, I was completely unable to blend in and pretended to blow off the hot steam on the top of the tea as if nothing had happened, and I chose to lower my head to avoid eye contact with everyone. A smile.

He just looked at me, who was the weirdest in that situation, not laughing at his brilliant jokes, with those extremely dark eyes that seemed to contain all the darkness in the world.

After this "non-laughing incident", I don't know if it was my illusion, but this boy with too-penetrating black eyes seemed to always appear by my side, coming to talk to me as if nothing had happened.

At first, I thought that the other party was caused by my dissatisfaction because I didn't support his jokes, and I also told him sincerely, "Your jokes are really funny", "It's just that I just remembered at that time sad things", "the problem is on me, not you" and other strange explanations that sound even sophistry in the ears of others...

The other party laughed.

"It's not that question, Mr. XXX."

XXX, let's say... it's my name, but it's not.

He smiled childishly: "I just think you are very interesting."

I froze for a moment.

Interesting...

It was the first time I received such an award.

Before that, when people around me mentioned me, they would definitely think of the two words "ordinary" and "boring" in advance, or adjectives with similar meanings.

And I think so too.

"Maybe, we can be good friends, Mr. XXX."

Before I could ask anything, the other party turned around and smiled almost vaguely.

I don't know how to describe that smile.

It's very strange, it makes people look like they are being pulled into the lonely deep sea together.

At that moment, I learned that he always disguised himself with a smiling face, or painted his face with thick paint in an effort to make others laugh...

In fact, he is also a child who needs "friends" who are dispensable to adults.

is a child.

After confirming this, I became his friend.

"That said, as a friend, you should call each other's name first, right?"

——This is what another friend who later became our mutual friend complained about. 】

After briefly describing the first acquaintance between the friend who is the male number two and the two, the teacher of "Spicy Curry" began to spend his pen and ink on the long cat brought by his friend.

The cats depicted in the teacher's pen, even I, a person who has successfully quit cats, think they are very cute.

Every little bit of getting along with one person and one cat, from eating to eating to taking a bath and repairing jiojio, is also very warm.

Not too much to describe or extract here.

In fact, I said quietly, since the cat overturned the car and received the vaccine, I almost had a kind of fear and surrender to the cat as a creature (referred to as the shadow).

This also caused me to squint my eyes and skip through most of the teacher's description of cats and raising cats.

Forgive me!

I'm really scared of cats now!

Because... was ruthlessly injected with a thick and long cylindrical barrel-shaped object... (referring to injection)

It's too much!pain!up!

It's still the kind where one section is stronger than one section.

I don't know how others are, anyway, I almost feel the same as the loli who said "the pain of breaking the melon".

Thanks to this, I, who used to be a serious cat slave, was also completely cured of my years of fanatical love for cats.

Of course, this is not the cat's fault.

It was my fault that I ran into the six-eyed wild little beauty on the side of the road first, and tried to trick and coax Rua with a mere dry fish, and finally got scratched in the face, do you think I would say it easily?

……

Forget it, the past is unbearable.

Cough cough, all in all, apart from the warm daily life of raising cats and children, the teacher's article will also intersperse some past events.

Depicting various vignettes that took place in a fixed bar as a trio of friends.

Of course, these pages cannot be published in one issue of the newspaper in one go. Under the strange eyes of my father, I snatched the newspaper from his hand and chased several serial issues before I read the above contents.

At the beginning, the rhythm of the article is a bit more daily and fresh.

When you read the teacher's text, it seems that the protagonist in the book who really exists in a certain corner of the world appears in front of you.

It’s as if the novelist who lives in a house near the sea jumps out of the dusty, ant-covered newspaper in an instant and sits opposite you.

You raised your eyes and looked ahead, only to find that that person was also staring at you with calm eyes.

Just like the soft eyes on the sea surface when the wind is not blowing, watching quietly, gently opening the upper and lower lips, and telling the ordinary daily life experienced in life.

I always feel that the writing skills of the teacher "Spicy Curry" have not been fully developed. Just as I began to look forward to the next weekly report with great expectations, I found that the section originally belonging to the teacher's article was replaced by other irrelevant content.

At that time, I didn't think much about it, I just thought that the teacher didn't have time or was busy, so he temporarily dropped the update.

It's okay, I can wait.

In order to get rid of this painful situation caused by the lack of literature, I will never give up.

But I waited for several issues in a row, and for a whole month, I didn't wait for Mr. Curry's update.

Young people's minds are always hot for a while.

At that time, I was very dissatisfied and rushed to the newspaper office with the momentum of "ゴゴゴゴゴゴ" JO, asking whether the newspaper office canceled the serialization of that teacher.

But the reply I received was that the author of this article—the teacher who claimed to be mediocre and could always bring warmth and touch to people in his words—died due to an accident.

I was depressed for a long time after that.

It wasn't until Natsume-sensei, who was my favorite before that, released a new work that I managed to get out of the emotional shadow shrouded in sadness and regret.

It's just that I didn't expect that...

What happened over the years finally had a turning point.

And this turning point is inseparable from the Warring States Hedao teacher I mentioned at the beginning.

Yes, once again, no, maybe it should be said that it was the first time I met the dead spicy curry teacher.

This matter may also start from the day I awakened the supernatural power, from a dream.

Unfinished

TBC.

The author has something to say: Monkey is happy, and I have made an appointment for the cover of this article

Then write a case to be opened next

Please accept, it is the second one in advance

"[Comprehensive] Yokohama Vest King and Villain System"

Copywriter:

I bound a system

Go to various worlds to be villains

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Villain No. 1: The adopted grandson of the former leader of the Hong Kong gangsters who did all kinds of evil

Occasion: Hitting the scene of Mori hand blade ancestors

"Ah, the door was open, so I came in."

"Huh? Why is there paralyzed blood on the wall? Why is grandpa cold?"

"What's your expression, Dazai?"

"Wait, Doctor Sen, what do you want to do? I'm going to use a chainsaw to defend myself when I come here again."

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Villain No. 2: Mr. Tuo's number one villain fan

Occasion: Hong Kong Black Prison - When we first met

"It's amazing! You actually killed A!"

"It's amazing! Did you hang up just because you touched me?"

The blood-stained boy got up and said with a bright smile:

"Join if you can't beat it! Please be my boss!"

Tuo:"……?"

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Villain No. 3: Boss Dumb Ghost King Wumi

Occasion: The dream of time and space jump

Safe

The bloody boy dropped the knife in his hand

"Doctor! Doctor! Why are you so cold, woo woo woo!"

Others: Didn't you kill it?

(The real culprit: the original owner is innocent)

Sengoku

"Are you Yuanyi? You are so handsome and I like your breath."

"Hey! Don't chase after me, I didn't do your brother's transformation into a ghost!"

Taisho

At the meeting of the Twelve Ghost Months, the young ghost king had a serious face

"Everyone, you can't do bad things anymore, and you can't treat human beings like bread?"

"Ah, by the way, from now on I'll go to the Demon Killing Team to learn breathing techniques, because it's so cool!"

All the ghosts:? ? ? ?

My lord, if your account is hacked, just blink

Yokohama at home, other vests away in a dream

(Other worlds to be unlocked)

Ability Name: Light of Righteous Path (wrong)

"I'm a good boy, even though I'm a gangster and a ghost."

"Put on the most evil vest and do the most demented thing!"

qwq感谢在2020-07-2922:31:45~2020-07-3022:50:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: ●━● 316 bottles; 2 bottles of Fox Minghu;

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