Natsume's Little Mister

Outside the study room, the sound of the TV title song came, covering the silence in the house.

Warm lights fell on the silhouettes of the two, and a stagnant atmosphere settled in the air.

"Hey, Azhi, you just said it after you were sure I couldn't refuse." Gojo Satoru put his hand on the top of Natsume's head, and his soft hair was gathered under his palm, making him unable to get angry.

However, he felt even more distressed.

Gojo Satoru silently swallowed the refusal that had reached his throat.

Feeling his softened attitude, Natsume rubbed against his palm, raised her face and smiled slightly.

"Okay, just do what you want, but you have to swear to me that if there is an accident, you must protect yourself first." Gojo Satoru stared at Natsume's eyes, not allowing him to dodge.

Natsume knew that this was already the limit allowed by Gojo Satoru, so he swore obediently.

a few days later.

Somewhere in Tokyo, the headquarters of the Conjurer Association.

"My lord, there is news from the yellow fox in Yokohama."

The light in the vaulted hall is dim, and circles of steps surround a round platform.

The light centered on the round platform and gradually dimmed from the inside to the outside. The man in black combat uniform knelt on one knee in the bottom of the round platform, bowing his head respectfully, not daring to raise his head to take a look.

There are a few shadowy figures faintly on the dark top floor, whose appearances cannot be seen clearly, but one can feel the arrogance and conceit of the other party at a glance.

The big man at the top was condescending, as if aroused by the news from the subordinate's mouth, his figure stretched out, and his gaze fell on the trembling subordinate like a maggot attached to the bone.

"Tell me, what news."

The subordinate lowered his head even lower, and replied cautiously: "Takashi Natsume may have finished a new book recently."

"What is possibility?" To tease them without accurate information?The person above frowned a little unhappy.

"It is said that Natsume Takashi often goes to the Armed Detective Agency recently, and he is not as busy as he was some time ago. Master Huanghu judged that he should have completed part of the work in hand, so he is free to go out."

"Tsk, trouble. Did the yellow fox sneak in to confirm the accuracy, and... did Natsume Takashi report to the association? Or did he meet Gojo Satoru?"

Without waiting for the subordinate to answer, the superiors suddenly started arguing.

"Recently Wutiao Wu is messing around with moths again. He is the head of the Wutiao family, one of the three imperial families, and should stand with us, but look at what he is doing?"

"It's really outrageous, the Wutiao family actually let him do whatever they want."

"Heh, he is the strongest. We are all maggots that can be killed casually."

"And this Natsume is also restless."

"I looked obedient before, but this time I hide things quietly, and I don't know how much I have hidden behind my back."

"It's just these thorns, otherwise the magic world will be safe, and the magicians will do their duty to exorcise the magic spirits, and ordinary people will be honestly protected by us. Look at the messy situation everywhere now, because They don't listen to discipline."

The subordinate's back was wet underneath, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

He, who has not yet evolved into an old fritter, still has the sincerity of some young people. Hearing the brazen clamor of this group of people, he silently swallowed his rebuttals, and tried to prolong his exhalation and inhalation to keep himself calm.

The "big shots" above had quarreled for a while, until it seemed that Gojo Satoru and Natsume Takashi were some heinous people, and the right thing to do was to die honestly or become their puppets.

"Okay, stop arguing, you!" A figure headed above suddenly and coldly interrupted the tricks of the people present, and said to the conjurer below:

"Let the yellow fox continue to stare at Natsume, and you don't need to worry about the rest. Step back."

The subordinate didn't dare to hesitate at all, bowed his body and retreated from the hall. When he came to the door, he heard that there seemed to be another noise inside.

Fengjuan came with a few words:

"Is that so?"

"Of course not, I will find..."

Stepping out of the gate of the Conjurer's Association, it was like stepping from the dark mud to the sunshine in an instant, with nowhere to hide.

The conjurer sighed, and hid his hands in his pockets. After a few blind drills, he frowned and returned to his expressionless expression.

"Di—" the phone beeped.

Gojo Satoru looked at the message "The sun is so good, I want to eat rotating sushi" on the ins, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

An animation with an old style of painting is being played on the TV. The theme is the traditional story of the chosen child fighting against the dark boss and finally winning.

The perspective turns back to Yokohama.

After Gojo Satoru left, Natsume continued to be busy with the work in hand in an orderly manner, as if nothing happened.

The only difference is that my face has become much more rosy recently, and I am not as haggard as I was frantically rushing to draft some time ago.

However, I don’t know if it’s really like what Mr. Kunikida said, some time ago criminals were also eating melons, so they calmed down a lot. Now that the major events in the literary world are over, there are lively scenes in various places one after another.

Buteisha's burnout period didn't last long, and it was forced to break.

On this day, Natsume got out of the car and stretched slowly when he and Edogawa came back from the field work. Teacher Mao fell asleep all the way, and dozed off on his shoulder after getting off the car.

"Finally finished." Natsume looked very happy.

Luanbu was eating potato chips, his emerald eyes glanced at Natsume, and suddenly turned around angrily, pretending that he was angry and didn't want to talk to him.

Natsume was thinking about where to go for dinner, but didn't notice it for a while.

It wasn't until after walking a few steps that Luanbu didn't keep up, he walked back in confusion, and poked Luanbu's puffy cheek with his hand.

"Big detective, why aren't you happy?" Natsume approached, and the voice that was somewhat similar to Ranpo made Ranpo dazed for a moment.

Luanbu pursed his lips, put down the potato chips, and said half-complainingly: "At the scene today, Natsume already knew the murderer. If you said it earlier, we wouldn't miss Kidek's limited snacks."

Natsume laughed, knowing that he couldn't hide from the world's number one detective, Ranpo is really cute like this.

After finishing the book about the half-demon detective, he acquired a routine ability - lie detection.

The timing of the lie detection was just right, it was just convenient for their operation this time, in order to prevent the enemy from discovering, so he concealed it, but for Lord Ranpo, it might be a fact that can be seen through at a glance.

He thought this way, then clasped his hands together, and sincerely apologized to Ranpo:

"I was wrong! Then, how about I make you a rough snack to apologize?"

Ranbu's figure was reflected in his warm brown eyes, which were extremely sincere.

Luanbu pursed his lips, stretched out a hand silently and said:

"Five."

Natsume lowered his head to hide the uncontrollable smile in his eyes, then held his outstretched hand and said, "Okay, I will give you all the snacks for the five days after Luanbu."

He tilted his head, put his index finger in front of his lips and said, "However, in exchange, Lord Ranbu will help me hide it."

Luanbu retracted his hand, continued to eat potato chips, and nodded indifferently: "I know, you are useful, I won't say it."

Then he turned his eyes, and his eyes fell on Mr. Kitty on Natsume's shoulder.

"Well, if you give Teacher Cat to me to play for a few days, I can help you with what you want to do."

Luanbu was clattering with small calculations in his heart. The president likes cats, so he helped him take a cat back for him to play with.

Mr. Cat, who was still dozing off, woke up suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ranbu's malicious eyes. He leaned back and rolled over Natsume's shoulder.

"! Teacher... You should lose weight." Natsume grabbed the opponent's tail and hugged it in his arms, and the weight of his hand was heavily pressed on his arm.

"Why did Ranpo suddenly like cats?" Natsume asked the cat teacher.

"Well, it's the president. Your three-flowered cat hasn't been there recently, and the small dried fish in his pocket can't be delivered." Luanbu hemmed and hawed, biting a potato chip.

"Huh?"/"Meow!" I'm going!

Mr. Cat stood firm, his plum blossom claws were scratching Natsume's clothes, the round cat's eyes seemed to have turned into small dried fish, and the corner of his mouth was about to flow down.

"A bag of dried fish tricked you away?!" Natsume pressed the cat teacher's furry head and asked in a low voice with a touch of danger.

Mr. Cat patted his face, raised his neck (actually he was already too fat) and said, "That's not what a bag of small fish did."

Natsume dodged his claws in disgust, waiting for him to continue.

"That's a five-day feast of dried fish!" Teacher Cat jumped a few times on Natsume's shoulder in excitement.

Natsume nearly suffered an internal injury.

Okay, this weight is too heavy for him to bear.

"Okay, I agree." Natsume snorted angrily and pushed a certain white dolphin, who had been ungrateful, to Ranpo.

Luanbu picked up Mr. Cat and fed him a piece of potato chips.

Teacher Cat rolled his eyes, biting potato chips, crawled onto the hat on Luan Bu's head and lay down on his stomach.

Random steps: ...

So heavy, a little regretful.

Natsume looked at Ranbu, who seemed to be a little shorter, and turned his head to snicker.

Because of a certain unbearable burden, Ranpo decided to go back to Butei Club first before having dinner.

In the Buteisha, Osamu Dazai painted something on the ground, the blood-red paint is particularly eye-catching.

Seeing the two returning, he happily waved his paws.

"Dazai, what is this?" Natsume asked inexplicably.

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, and he walked to Natsume's side in a few steps, and mysteriously took out a small yellowed notebook and said, "I'm currently studying the Encyclopedia of Formation in the East, and I heard that this ghost can summon ghosts from hell."

Natsume took a closer look and saw the words "Devil Publishing House" at the bottom.

"..."

Ranbu cat teacher passed behind Natsume, heading towards the president's office.

Osamu Dazai went on to do important things. I don't know if Kunikida will have a myocardial infarction when he sees the office that seems to be the scene of the evil///religion when he comes back.

Natsume heard a sound of chickens and dogs jumping in the president's office.

After a while, Ranbu came out of the office with a relaxed face, as if he had shaken off some big /// trouble.

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