Social animals don't deserve love

After half an hour, Socrates was completely tired of playing the game of "the cat's paw must be on top", and he took the initiative to curl up on my stomach and sleep peacefully in the twilight of the morning light.After drinking the little rice wine in the bottle in one gulp, I hugged my cat tightly and curled up under the quilt to lie in the sun with him to catch up on sleep.

For work, it is almost ready to send sample pictures to editor Kawase, and the rest of the details will be left to the follow-up to communicate and modify slowly.Little Bear Publishing House is a medium-sized company after all, much higher standards than the small publishing house I visited last time.I don’t know if editor Kawase can accept my idea of ​​carrying private goods, maybe we should use the way of human relations to find a way out for Oda Sakunosuke’s posthumous manuscript.

Living in this world, it is inevitable to bow your head.Either here or there, there is no shame in bowing your head for your friends.

Woman holds cat and breathes gradually...

She fell asleep.

The orange-white cat opened its eyes and saw a snow-white and slender neck. The fur all over its body couldn't help but explode, and it desperately used its limbs to get out of the owner's arm and quilt.

Consciousness awakened on a cat. If anyone mentioned this unbelievable thing to him last month, he would slap the table and laugh at him.

But now... Mr. Chuya Nakahara, an active cadre of the Port Mafia, covered his face with his claws.

For nearly a month, the mechanism is unknown, the law is unknown, and the possible impact... only I know.

Different from the normal waking period, when attached to this little orange-white cat, he can only be a passer-by most of the time, and occasionally he can control his body for a while, but soon loses it again.Basically no matter what happened he could only watch through the cat's eyes, or choose to close his eyes and pretend not to look at it.

This kind of random dreaming and discovering that I have turned into a cat is really too shameful, almost beyond the upper limit of psychological tolerance.At first, it was just a dream that he could deceive himself, but as the plot continued to develop, such things as self-deception... There is always a time when he has to face the truth.

The moment he saw Sister Chuuxue holding the orange cat across the river, he realized what the so-called "dream" was.

Her left foot tripped over her right foot and nearly rolled into the river. She was standing by the side of the road holding the increasingly fat orange-white cat, the black hair reflected colorful sunlight.

Without that cat, maybe he would hide this beautiful picture in his heart and hide away so as not to cause trouble for her, but that cat, the existence of that cat ruthlessly shattered all imaginations.It turns out that all the stories in the past month have happened or are happening now. She moved back to the yard where the Yata couple used to live, cut off her long hair, and ended the marriage.

——Regarding the divorce of Sister Fuxue, I only thought it was a fantasy caused by the baseness of human beings when I was dreaming. Who would have thought that it would be true?

The big sister whom I dreamed of when I was a teenager appeared in the dream, hidden in my heart and only I knew it, and I could still enjoy it aftertaste.Once I realize that it's not just a sleepy dream but reality... Then, I can't look directly into my heart.

Just... a little flustered, anyway, lick your paws and calm down first

——Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah!This is a paw that has only been picking cat litter for a short time!

The cadres in the Central Plains fell into an unprecedented life crisis, their ears and tails drooped, and they were completely depressed.

I couldn't help but raised the cat's paw and rubbed my face vigorously to try to calm down.

"Don't be sad." At this moment, his voice could be heard in his ears, but the cat loves to whimper, meow, meow, and the cadre can't wait to suffocate himself to death in the quilt.

Why!When did you get hit by an unknown supernatural power?Or is it that the Huangba is restless and mutated in the room?Even if there is an accident, I can't drag Sister Fuxue into the battle between people with different abilities! She is just an ordinary person!

What is the principle that can force him to wake up to the cat consciousness irregularly... Isn't it good to be a human being!

While complaining in his heart, he covered his face in embarrassment and wanted to die.This broken cat doesn't understand the cadre's shame as an adult man at all. As long as he is not in charge, he will lie on his owner's chest and move his paws to step on it. with...

Gotta get him some time and get him educated... Harbor Mafia style and warn this guy to stay away from the master and her bed!

Excessive mood swings will only end this so-called "dream" early. The first thing Zhongyuan Zhongye thought of when he saw the ceiling of his home was "Fortunately, he was not discovered or he would be regarded as a pervert." The next second He stared at the half bottle of red wine thrown on the bedside table and fell into thought—quit drinking?Or report to the boss about the suspected encounter with an unknown ability?

There is theoretically no causal relationship between ingestion of alcohol and entering the cat's body in dreams, but the probability of occurrence is higher than that of non-drinkers.As for the boss... Unless he can really stop worrying that Sister Fuxue treats her as a stranger, sooner or later he will be discovered.

Actively confessing in advance or passively explaining afterwards will lead to two completely different endings within the Mafia.

"Ah...why!" It would be fine if it was just a dream, as a kitten accompanying her out of the haze, there is no need to have any worries at all.Although the perspective of pets makes people feel unwilling, it will not bring unnecessary danger.

He turned over and buried his face in the pillow, lay on the ground for 10 minutes and raised his hand weakly and smashed the mattress.

——Sure enough, she is still unwilling, first find out who she married before, and why she divorced.

At the age of 15, Sister Fuxue just got admitted to Tokyo University and went to Tokyo to go to school. Before she could go home during the winter vacation, he was tricked into the port mafia by Dazai Osamu... Did you slap her in the face?After that, he took the initiative to cut off contact with the Yata family. In those years, there were foreign spies and leading wars, and Yokohama had no peace. As a mafia cadre, he could only sneak a glance occasionally... and then wandered around. I heard that she got married before graduation.

EMMMMMM... Even though you are a mafia, you still have basic morals, so naturally you have to look away from other people's wives.

In the end, Sister Chuuxue divorced, he still regarded it as a dream.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned back to lie on his front in the dark, thinking to himself, "It's best not to let me know who made Sister Chuuxue bully and cry", and if he didn't beat that person into a meat paste, he would call him "gravity envoy" the other way around. Write!

I don't know what Socrates did after I fell asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I felt a cat snoring across my neck.

"..." This weight is really becoming more and more existential.

The cat's soft and fluffy belly retracts and releases with the breath, and the roundness is abnormally warm, which makes people feel itchy like RUA.Reaching out to hug the cat from its neck, the young master Socrates stretched his claws and stretched himself, turning himself over and retracting into my arms.Probably because I used to be a stray cat, after I finally found a safe home, I became very clingy, almost clinging to me all the time, even if I couldn’t see it.

It's time to get up, and I will send the sample manuscript to the editor Kawase today, and ask about publishing the book by myself.

I carried the cat with one hand, sat up from the quilt while yawning, and drowsily dragged my laptop to compress and send the sample with a watermark.Seeing that the sending was successful, he straightened his hair and stood up, staggered into the bathroom to wash up.

This has been two consecutive days of day and night sleeping upside down until noon before getting up.When the curtains were opened, it was raining outside the window, and the huge yellow and green leaves of the sycamore tree fell to the ground, like a thick blanket of autumn.The rain was not heavy, and the raindrops were not small. The small puddles on the ground were smashed into ripples, and the crackling sound was the "messenger" knocking on the ceiling of a small roadside shop farther away.

"Woomy..." Socrates uttered a soft cry in my arms, and lifted him up. I went to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove to make "breakfast" for the cat.

Someone knocked on the window frame soon, and when I opened the window, I saw Mr. Dazai, who had chatted with me last night, bringing in a plastic bag: "Oden, and tuna rice balls, I'm taking a break today, please take care of Fubuki-chan~"

Now he looks different again, he is neither as contradictory as when we first met yesterday, nor is he suddenly gloomy last night, now Mr. Dazai looks like a weak, gentle and melancholy man.He was tall and handsome, with quiet, iris-colored eyes beneath tousled black hair.This boyish man pursed his lips and smiled gently, holding the food I was used to: "Sorry, it seems that I should bring you some fresh ingredients back?"

"Ah... no, thank you. These are enough." I took the plastic bag and put it on the small kitchen counter. When I turned around, I saw a few fingers that were not wrapped in bandages stretched into the pot and stole a piece that I didn't have time to shovel. chicken liver.

"Hmm...!?" Hastily stuffing the "trophy" into his mouth, his delicate facial features were wrinkled together, his expression was shocked, and his tone was "unbelievable": "This! What kind of new weapon is this? Blowing snow sauce! Those who have tried it will instantly reach the lowest value in their lives..."

I think he is indeed the case, otherwise he would not have said such impolite words anyway.

"This is Socrates' rice. Cats can't eat human condiments, and salt should be reduced. Fish, chicken and chicken liver are mixed together, it's very fishy, ​​right?" I tilted my head and smiled happily, and the cat jumped on its feet Upper Ryder wants to see what's going on.

"Why is it looking at me like that!" Mr. Dazai took a step back, raised his finger and pointed at my cat with a nervous expression on his face: "I don't like the way it stares at me, it's like a little black dwarf slug Headache!"

what are you saying?

Hmm... Orange hair, blue eyes and dark eyes, I think of an acquaintance I talked about last night.It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?The land area of ​​Yokohama cannot be said to be too large, but at least it has a permanent population of 400 million. How can you bump into a friend of a friend of a friend casually?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Socrates was also very angry. He smelled the smell of chicken liver on the hands of the guy opposite, and quickly came up with an equation in his little head: the meat and meat meal was stolen, and the thief was the male creature who knocked on the owner's window.

"Ha!" The orange, white and blue-eyed kitten exploded into a stegosaurus, with its fangs and claws exposed, eager to try. As long as Osamu Dazai dared to stretch out his hand again, he would definitely eat a note on the staff.

I hastily blocked their intense glare at each other.The bowl full of cat rice effectively appeased Socrates' grief and indignation. He followed the rice bowl to the ground and ate with a big mouthful.

"Rinse your mouth, and, this."

I handed him a glass of water, and took out a tangerine from the bag I brought back yesterday and placed it on the window frame: "Thank you for the rice wine. I won't go out if I have nothing to do, and I will let you know in time if I have to go out." Specific whereabouts."

Until now, I have no sense of reality about being targeted by a perverted murderer. Humans are indeed a kind of creature that goes with the situation.

Mr. Dazai shook his head, picked up the orange and peeled it slowly: "Well... I don't think it's protection to lock you up. It's too easy for people with supernatural powers to commit crimes, and the cost is also low. The only way I can think of now is There are no less than twenty kinds, so there is no need for you to cooperate to such an extent."

"Let's go for a walk together, the rain is about to stop."

If time goes back ten years, I will definitely rely on him for everything, but unfortunately this is impossible now.I wouldn't agree to it even if I was a little tempted - obviously the work commissioned by Kawase editor and the posthumous manuscript of Oda Sakunosuke occupy a higher priority.

Therefore,

"Sorry, I'm waiting for an email reply."