Social animals don't deserve love

In late autumn, there were still two days before the court session, and the sun was rarely seen in the morning, and the weather was so good that people mistakenly thought that spring was coming.

Editor Kawase of Little Bear Publishing House made an appointment for the illustration of the new work under the name of the reasoner Mr. Sanriyue. After the original manuscript was sent, I read it carefully from beginning to end. Socrates, who has become more stocky recently, sat in my arms.

Mikazuki Suqing, whose real name is Suqing, is my second partner after Oda Sakunosuke.They say they are partners, but they have never met each other. The work content is all mediated by editor Kawase.The main reason is that Teacher Sanriyue suffers from severe social phobia, and even the editor cannot hear him say sentences of more than five words unless he has to.

In the beginning, editor Kawase came to me for another reason—to take away my parents’ brigade bus, and also took away Mikazuki’s parents.Since then, he has closed himself off and stopped communicating with the outside world. A large part of the reason why he agreed to cooperate with me for a long time is that we were both victims of the car accident.

I remember that after I got it, he has become one of the best reasoners in the new generation, and the symptoms of social anxiety have been relieved a lot because of loving Miss Yang.Right now, it was two years ago before that, why I didn't take over this job... I don't remember clearly.

"It's Miss Yang, the cat detective." Touching the back of Socrates' furry head, he raised his head and stared innocently. After waiting for a while without any additional touch, he resumed his previous movements and continued to step on his paws seriously.

There is a photo of Ms. Yang in the information, she looks like a beautiful cat lady with white belly and black back.Putting the photo up in front of Socrates, I pointed to the cat inside and introduced to him: "This is our prototype, Socrates, how do you think the cat detective setting should be highlighted?"

"Meow~ha!" Socrates changed to a more comfortable position and lay on his stomach, ignoring the young cat lady in the photo.

I reached out and poked his ear: "This kind of performance shows that you will not have a girlfriend in the future." Meow's answer to me was to shrink into a ball and twist away.

Put down the photos and open the proofs again, open the drawing board and use a pencil to make some general impressions.Hmm... It's not quite as expected, it's nothing more than putting a detective cloak on Miss Yang and sticking a magnifying glass on her paw.If it is placed on the inside page of a children's book, it may be able to make do with it, but if it is just submitted, this level of completion is not worthy of the reputation I have accumulated through hard work in the industry.

Speaking of detectives, isn't that the squint-eyed young man I ran into on the street a few days ago?Although he acted non-aggressively like a child who didn't grow up, in retrospect, this person probably didn't do anything unnecessary.In addition to being too obsessed with crude snacks, it is indeed easy to make strangers achieve their goals.

I mean, if he's really a road jerk.

Detective, detective, detective... what else is there to think of a detective but a cloak, a hat, a pipe, a high IQ, and a magnifying glass?

Socrates, who felt that he was being treated coldly, let out a "meow" and swung his claws to push the pencil on the low table off the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Pencil!"

Before I pounced on to check whether the pencil was alive or dead, accompanied by the excrement shovel officer screaming that the cat "chucked" jumped up to the Babel, and stared at it with pride even though it had done something bad—what fart, young master Socrates wants Eat crunchy meat pilaf!

I:"……"

Very good, as far as this virtue is concerned, another person must shut down your little black room.

"Socrates, come down!"

With the call of freeze-dried kangaroo meat, Jubai jumped down from the top of the cat climbing frame, and made a solid "bang bang" sound when it touched the ground.

Putting on a leash while he chomped, I decided to head out and find inspiration.

Not all cats and all detectives are the same, I need to see more.

Socrates is worthy of being a meow who has worked hard on the streets of Chinatown. He has extraordinary courage and insight. Thanks to the addition of the leash and the shit shovel officer, he is not afraid to go for a walk at all.The two of us walked along the embankment one after the other. On weekday mornings, only housewives with vegetable baskets were in a hurry.

Autumn is the season for saury, and cats stand outside the shopping street, wiggling their noses and refusing to take a step.

As an excellent shit shoveler, I thoughtfully picked him up and walked into the free market... Half an hour later, I brought him out with a plastic bag.In addition to the plump saury, the owner also gave a small live mud crab as a toy for the orange and white young master.

I said that I don’t want to cook and I don’t want to cook, but I still have to go into the kitchen, alas...

Leaving the shopping street, the wind in late autumn is already very cool. The skirts of the girls finally extend from fifteen centimeters above their knees to five centimeters above their knees. I don’t know if they are cold, but I feel cold just looking at them.

Two girls in school uniforms caught my attention.It's not that there is something wrong, but... very few girlfriends who go out to play together will bring their children with them.The cheerful girl with short hair and big eyes noticed the sight, looked up and saw me, and was stunned for a moment. Soon she blinked, and happily came over with a tourist map and asked: "Hello! How can I go to Sanxi Garden from here? "

Her companion led the two children a few steps behind and followed with a shy smile: "Ah, sorry to bother you."

"It's okay." I told them how to get a ride, and Socrates let out an impatient "whoosh" sound before I finished speaking.

"Big sister, is Maomao angry?"

The little boy with glasses put his hand in front of my cat and introduced himself. Socrates hesitated for a while, turned his face and pointed his butt at him.The little girl standing beside: "Don't you see that the cat doesn't want to be touched by you, Conan."

I bent down and picked up the cat and rubbed its furry ears vigorously. I shook my head to the group of foreign tourists: "It's okay."

That's the end of the conversation.

I'm not a particularly talkative type at all, so if you expect me to be hospitable... that's all you can count on.

Saying goodbye to this energetic travel group, Socrates and I went to the municipal park behind the station and sat down on a bench.It's a great place for people watching, and there are plenty of feral cats.

Every once in a while, a large number of passengers will get off the bus, and the crowd will pour out of the gate, and the facial features can hardly be seen clearly on the tired faces.

It looks worse than a stray cat rolling in the grass.

"Hello, can you help me guard the suitcase? I have to go through a formality and it's not convenient to bring such a big suitcase, ah, I'll be back soon!" A man wearing a peaked cap hurriedly pushed a With the suitcase in front of him, he bowed ninety degrees before being rejected and quickly ran away.I retracted my unsuccessful hand and moved to the side subconsciously, trying to stay away from the box.

I also hate the shortcomings of my personality that are not good at rejecting, but I can't get rid of them.Whenever someone reaches out for help, I always have doubts and quickly find reasons to convince myself-maybe they are really in trouble, even if it is fake, that would be better?

I also know that this is not going to work, but I can't help but compromise again and again.

Time passed for a long time, and the person who asked for the suitcase never returned.Seeing that it was getting dark and the wind was getting colder and colder, I stood up and decided to drag the box to the nearest police box... What if that person was really just caught in some trouble?If he comes back too late and can't find me, he will definitely report to the police box, so that the property will return to its original owner.

Unless the box contains something shady.

The moment I got up, the hurricane brushed my cheeks with a cloud of white, and the next second I heard the sound of the green plants breaking and falling behind me.

"?"

what happened?

One of the brigade members I met in the afternoon, the little boy named Conan appeared in front of me panting heavily.He showed a stunned expression, and then turned his eyes to the suitcase not far away

"Get out of there! Go away, quick!"

Although I didn't understand what it meant, I subconsciously chose to obey.Let go and take a few steps back, and soon someone rushed straight out of the bushes in the other direction—like a rhino that smashed through all obstacles in front of it, moving in a straight line.

He was a military and police officer who had met once.

He was still wearing a black cloak, with a long knife out of its sheath in his hand, and black hair straggling under his military cap.

The bladed cold weapon was pressed against the side of the neck, and the chill penetrated into the skin.

"joyous?"

I'm just an ordinary painter, I really can't!

Military police... Mr. Suehiro did not ask me the first sentence: "Have you found it?"

Of course it wasn't me who answered.

"The thing was found, but the person ran away. This lucky big sister didn't open the box out of curiosity."

I just like this kind of kid with sweet mouth and bright eyes. If Conan called me auntie, maybe I would cry on the spot.

Mr. Suehiro's eyes finally shifted to me. After a moment of hesitation, he probably remembered something: "So it's you, ma'am. Please don't walk alone in the dark."

I looked at the military and police who put away their weapons, and at the setting sun still struggling on the horizon. Silence is golden.

Your... definition of night seems a little loose?

"Be careful of being complained when you talk to ordinary citizens like this, Mr. Suehiro." The young man who appeared at the end walked quietly. If he hadn't taken the initiative to speak, I wouldn't even have noticed when there was someone more by my side, "Then, trouble the only one Ms. Survivor, come with us? It's also your protection."

He uses honorifics very well, but unfortunately the meaning behind the words has nothing to do with the respectful tone.

"Um... sorry." I felt that something was not right: "May I ask what happened?"

"It's just a little trouble."

"A pervert who takes revenge on society."

Mr. Suehiro obviously failed to reach a consensus with his colleagues in advance. The two gave me two completely different answers, and the latter raised his hand to cover his forehead.

I:"……"

"Alas..." The one who sighed was Conan who found a football from the bushes, and I vaguely figured out that it was probably the thing that flew out just now by rubbing my cheek.

"Please, ma'am. The rest of the work will be handled by the aftermath team. We can continue our conversation in a more comfortable place. Please tell us who put this box here. If it wasn't for you."

I don't like the way he smiles, like a fox trying to make a bad idea.

"Big sister is innocent. There are a lot of monitoring equipment around here to see the ins and outs, right?"

Thank you Conan children for their righteous words, although it is useless.

"..." Facing adult men with weapons, who were still military and police, I behaved quite well.Hugging Socrates, who kept threatening and roaring, and boarding the police car in the crowd—this was the first time in my life that I came into close contact with violent government officials.

Mr. Sakaguchi does not count.

The saury in the bag is probably out of reach, I hope the little crab can live for a while longer.