My Honmaru is alive

Abduction is of course not allowed. This three-coloured cat has a clean coat, is close to people and is not afraid of strangers. It is in a very good mental state. It can be seen at a glance that it is domesticated. It is very healthy and should have a great owner.

After holding the cat's paws, Wuyue Heigong couldn't help but put her hand close to the top of its head, without any resistance, and then gently covered the other's head with her palm, and slid it all the way to the back along the direction of its hair growth .

Through the fur, I can feel the soft and warm body of the cat, which is different from the feeling of Lu Huzhisuke. Hu Zhisuke is not a real creature, so when touching it, there will be no such feeling in the heart when touching a weak life. throbbing.

After stroking it two or three times, Heigong Wuyue got up and sat back on the bench. After all, it wasn't her own cat, so just a little bit of fun is enough.

In the end, within two seconds of sitting down, I heard another cat meowing.

Heigong Wuyue subconsciously looked at the three-flowered cat in front of her, and then realized that it wasn't what it called just now, it was weaker and more immature.

"Mi woo..."

There was another pitiful sound, and this time the sound was even weaker, which made the heart tremble.

Where is the little poor!

Heomiya Wuyue looked around for the sound.

It was found that the god-inspectors were very concerned about the source of the sound, so the swordsmen also began to help. Their hearing was very good, and they found the place right away.

The first ones to be discovered were Yaken Toshiro, and the three-flowered cat that followed for some reason.

"General, here."

The black-haired short knife stopped at a flower bed in the corner, but he suddenly became vigilant, grabbed the handle of the knife hidden at his waist with one hand, and raised his voice with his back to the judge, "Wait a minute—— "

Heigong Wuyue stopped walking towards that side suddenly. Although she didn't know what Yaoyan saw, as an aunt with a negative force value, she still had a clear position on herself.

——Avoid dangerous situations as much as you can, forcibly showing off will only bring trouble to the knives.

However, there shouldn't be any danger in this world, right?Could it be the port mafia?

After reading those 135 pages, Kuromiya Mayzuki's concept of Yokohama's danger is only left to the port mafia. It is not ruled out that he may contact them in the future, but now...

Before the conjectures in Kuromiya Wuzuki's mind were finished, the target who made Yaken Toshiro vigilant came out from behind the big tree at the corner.

It is the president of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Black Palace Wuyue: "..."

Hey, White is getting nervous.

The black-haired judge relaxed his body, and walked forward again: "Yaoyan, it's okay, it's someone I know."

Yaken Toshiro stared at the silver-haired man in kimono for a few seconds, and then let go of the handle of the knife, and stepped back to stand with the god judge who arrived here.

The other sword strikes also gathered together, and their positions were professional. If the opponent wanted to launch an attack, no matter which direction they came from, they would be able to respond in time.

Heigong Wuyue, who was protected so tightly: "..."

In fact, it doesn't have to be like this?

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was vigilant, was not angry, and even had a hint of admiration in his eyes. He is worthy of the sword Fusangshen, whose sensitivity to danger and awareness of protecting the Lord are far beyond ordinary people.

Of course, Yaken Toshiro did not become vigilant for no reason, because when Fukuzawa Yukichi saw the weapon on his waist when they met on the first day of the new year, he subconsciously released a little aura of responding to the enemy, and this blade-sharp danger Sex was captured by the drug research for the first time, so it developed into this scene.

After briefly glancing at the Sword Fusangshen, Fukuzawa Yukichi said hello: "Miss May, we meet again."

Heigong Wuyue nodded in response: "Mr. President."

After the two said hello to each other, the atmosphere quickly relaxed.

Heigong Wuyue asked: "Why did Mr. President come here?"

In order to build the spiritual power formation, Wuyue Kuroomiya chose as remote an area as possible. Few people pass by this place, and she was very surprised to see Fukuzawa Yukichi. This place is not close to the detective agency at all.

As soon as he mentioned this, Fukuzawa Yukichi immediately remembered the reason for coming here: "Actually, I am..."

As he spoke, he looked into the depths of the flower bed.

Before the conversation was finished, Heigong Wuyue saw the three-colored cat walking out of the flower bed slowly. It turned out that taking advantage of their conversation just now, he went in by himself and brought out the little white cat inside.

The three-flowered cat came outside with the little white cat's neck in its mouth, and then gently put the kitten on the ground.

Fukuzawa Yukichi finally finished the second half of the sentence: "...following it."

"Mi woo..."

The white cat groaned. It was too small. It lay on its side and curled up in a ball, its tail was hugged between its limbs uneasily, and it was trembling all over.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes were filled with unbearable eyes, and he bent over to get a little closer. As a result, the little white cat was obviously more scared, and immediately got up on the spot. However, it was probably because he was too scared, so he staggered his limbs and fell back to the ground after taking a step. A cry of pain came out of the mouth: "Woo-!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi had no choice but to stop and slowly return to his original position: "..."

Worried and sad, uncomfortable.

Natsume Soseki who turned into a cat: "..."

For a moment, I didn't know whether to feel sorry for the kitten or the student.

Heigong Wuyue doesn't have a cat-hating physique, and even likes small animals. This trait has become more and more obvious since she became a god-inspector—provided that she doesn't deliberately release her spiritual power accidentally.

Mr. President is disliked, so he is the only one to do it.

The black-haired girl squatted down, tried to make her breath appear harmless, and approached the white cat carefully and slowly.

The little white cat shrank its head back, and Heigong Wuyue stopped immediately. Seeing that it was not too repulsive, it continued to move forward, and finally touched it smoothly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi seemed more nervous than she was. He held his breath during the process, and he was relieved when the girl succeeded.

Heigong Wuyue gently rolled over the body of the white cat, and found that one of the hind legs had severe redness and swelling, with blood under the skin, and dirt marks on the white hair. It looked as if it had been heavy by something. Overwhelmed.

As a furry lover, Wuyue Heigong felt distressed: "This child is hurt."

Fukuzawa Yukichi lowered his voice, as if worried about scaring it: "Yes... I found it on the side of the road."

It was because he saw the little group limping that he followed.

Natsume Soseki looked up at his disciple, feeling a little complicated.

He could imagine the scene where Fuze tried to help all the way, but was dodged by the kitten all the way, but followed him with anxiety in his heart, leading to a vicious circle.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was sensitive to his gaze, and lowered his head to meet the three-flowered cat's gaze.

Ah, this Sanhua is... the little Mi raised by Haruno?

The little fish in his sleeve was about to move, but thinking that the injury of the other little white cat had not been treated, Fukuzawa Yukichi's thoughts on teasing the cat instantly dropped to the minimum, and finally he returned his attention to the white cat.

Yaken Toshiro carried bandages and wound medicine with him. He knelt down on one knee next to the judge, pressed his fingers on the white cat's hind legs and observed for a while, and said, "This injury... looks like it was injured by someone. Step on it, general, give it to me for treatment."

Heigong Wuyue shook his head: "It's too small, if it is treated with ordinary methods, it will make it more painful."

Yaken Fujishiro knew what the God-inspector was going to do as soon as he heard this, and his tone was worried: "But you have spent a lot before..."

Spiritual power can not only repair swords, but also heal wounds, but the effect is far from being good on swords. She usually treats herself with bruises and other injuries, and has never used it on other creatures.

Heigong Wuyue knew what Yaoyan was worried about, she almost lost a drop of it to build the spiritual power array...but that was only almost, the spiritual power to heal a kitten's injury was still there after a squeeze.

She was firm: "It's okay, I took a rest just now, and I'm much better now."

Fukuzawa Yukichi heard something from the conversation and asked, "Do I need to avoid it?"

The other party should use some special means.

Black Palace Wuyue put his palms slightly close to the white cat's wound, and replied, "No, if it's Mr. President, it's fine."

The golden light spots floated out from the palm, slowly gathered on the wound, and then merged into it. In less than half a minute, the little white cat stood up from the ground freely, chased its tail for two laps, and then affectionately He started rubbing against the black-haired girl's fingers, and stretched out his pink and soft tongue to lick.

Hei Gong Wuyue scratched its chin, and picked up the sticky little white cat who refused to go away——the legs were a little numb after squatting for a long time, and the posture was really tiring.

Fukuzawa Yukichi watched the whole process with surprise in his eyes: "Is this a healing power?"

Heigong Wuyue denied: "I am not a person with supernatural powers."

She is just an ordinary aunt.

Fukuzawa Yukichi quickly withdrew his emotions: "Really, I understand."

Black Palace Wuyue: "?"

Mr. President, what do you know?

"Meow--"

The three-coloured cat at the foot began to meow, as if to attract people's attention, its eyes were fixed on the little one in Hei Gong Wuyue's arms.

Affected, the little one also started to bark, and the two barked in turn, and the air was filled with soft "meow meow meow". Their voices were neither sharp nor malicious. Acting like a baby.

Although Fukuzawa Yukichi has no expression on his face, he feels that he is in heaven in his heart, and it is good to hear the voice if he can't touch the kitten.

Hotaru knelt down to look at the Sanhua: "Does it want to play with Xiaobai?"

noob?

...Oh, it's the name of the little white cat. The speed and template of this naming are indeed his own swordsmanship, which is similar to Rantoshiro naming Atsushi Nakajima Dabai back then.

Xiaohuwan moved his nose slightly and sniffed the air: "Are you hungry? Speaking of which, I've been smelling dried fish since just now."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was silent for a moment.

Fukuzawa Yukichi took out the dried fish.

Black Palace Wuyue: "..."

Carry small dried fish with you... Mr. President is not a cat lover, is he?

Fukuzawa Yukichi sent the dried fish towards Xiaobai, Xiaobai's attention was immediately attracted by the smell, a pair of beautiful dark blue eyes met the light blue eyes of the silver-haired man.

Fukuzawa Yukichimu showed anticipation.

In the next second, Xiaobai turned his head and retracted into the girl's arms.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

Black Palace Wuyue: "..."

How miserable.

Fukuzawa Yukichi handed over the dried fish to the girl, and Xiao Bai couldn't wait to eat it immediately.

This tragic contrast makes those who hear it feel sad and those who hear it cry.

But Mr. President did not give up, he took out another small dried fish, and shifted his target to the three-flowered cat on the ground.

Natsume Soseki: "..."

Does he eat or not?

Natsume Soseki still didn't eat it in the end. He wanted to maintain his student cat-hating physique, not because he disliked the small dried fish that was taken out of his sleeve.

After feeding a dried fish to Xiaobai, Kurogong Wuyue put it back on the ground. Although the white kitten was very reluctant at first, it was finally caught by the dried fish in Xiaohuwan's hands (the president provided by Mr.) to the temptation to walk away.

The swords were in charge of playing with the two small animals, while Kuromiya Itsuki and Fukuzawa Yukichi sat on the bench before and chatted.

"It's very close to the port mafia," Fukuzawa said.

Heigong Wuyue came to a sudden: "Really, thank you, Mr. President, for reminding me."

No wonder no one comes and goes in this area.

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "I apologize to you about Dazai."

Heigong Wuyue was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Are you referring to the bug?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi showed a surprised expression and asked back: "A bug?"

At this point in the conversation, a Sanhua suddenly appeared next to the girl, and it lay down quietly, as if it just wanted to find a place to rest.

After checking the little white cat's wound, Natsume Soseki felt that he had to treat the little girl with some kind of healing ability, after all, she possessed healing abilities that were not supernatural powers—if she was telling the truth.

Suddenly there was an extra member on the bench, causing Kuromiya Itsuki and Fukuzawa Yukichi to look over together, and seeing the other party's cute appearance, they didn't chase him away.

The topic continues.

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned slightly: "...When did the bug happen?"

Kuromiya Wuyue didn't seem to care, but actually sold Osamu Dazai without hesitation: "When I first arrived here, Foxnosuke found out soon."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's tone was apologetic: "Sorry, I will talk to Dazai."

Kuroomiya Wuyue asked curiously: "Then Mr. President apologized for Dazai-kun at the beginning...why?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yesterday Kunikida received a call from your subordinate saying that Dazai was... harassing you..."

Heigong Wuyue choked up for a moment: "...Actually, it's not that serious."

Except for the vengeance of the bug, she didn't care about anything else.

Natsume Soseki yawned silently beside him, lacking in interest.

Stupid disciple, can't you say something useful?

Fukuzawa Yukichi pursed his lower lip: "I will deal with Dazai's side, and I won't let other troubles affect you."

He was silent for a while, then looked at the girl, and said in a solemn tone: "In short, the question about the world wall... I can only ask you."

Hearing these words, Sanhuamao suddenly raised its head.

"Do not worry."

The black-haired judge made a promise in the same solemn tone, "I'm here for this."