I was touched by Yokohama

The rain was falling densely, and dots of broken light flickered on the ground. Under the dim streetlights were the shadows of two young Hong Kong black cadres separated by several meters.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his head slightly to look at the night sky casually, and a shadow of unknown meaning also passed through his cobalt blue pupils.

His voice was deep, and his voice, which was supposed to be unrestrained and wanton, was now stained with a unique hoarseness.

"Dazai, I have known you well as a partner for several years, I know you are thinking of other ideas now, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Osamu Dazai curled the corners of his mouth, his kite-colored eyes were so dark in the night that they couldn't see a ray of light.

"The little dwarf barely has a brain at this time. What I want to say is, haven't you noticed the problem with Miss?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned: "What's the problem?"

"No matter how much we quarrel with each other, it's useless. The obstacle from the young lady is the biggest obstacle. I'm afraid even Mr. Mori has discovered it..."

Although Osamu Dazai was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes: "Miss, she... never let us really get close to her."

Chuya Zhongye's brows furrowed even deeper: "Chacha has never resisted contact with us."

"Really?" Osamu Dazai cast a casual glance at Nakahara Nakaya.

"For a while, didn't miss deliberately alienate you?"

Nakahara also choked for a moment, and immediately remembered the time Dazai Osamu said: "Didn't Chacha avoid you during that time?"

"Miss has been keeping a distance from us all the time, we can see each other almost every day, and she hardly shows any resistance..."

Osamu Dazai pondered for a moment, then suddenly snorted.

"So, miss...you can't be more cunning."

There is nothing to say in the Central Plains.

"Chuya, you shouldn't be unaware, right?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a few seconds: "Even so, Chacha has her own reasons..."

"If one day, the lady who can pick up but put down chooses to leave everyone behind, including Chuya, it doesn't matter?" Osamu Dazai raised his lips and looked at Chuya Nakahara with a half-smile.

At this time, he had already anticipated the choice of Zhongye, after all, they were all the same.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell silent for a while.

How could it be okay?

He is, the mafia.

What the mafia wants, they have to fight for, grab, and get.

Then, hold on tight.

……

Chacha didn't sleep well today, the existence of the slate, and the never-ending buzzing sound in her ears made her try to clear her mind.

But amidst these intertwined noisy desires, she heard a low, slightly familiar voice again.

"I really want to eat chazuke..."

The voice was very small, as if talking to himself, without the hysterical and strong desire of others.

But it happened that Chacha could hear it.

Foodie Chacha is confident.

The first time it is raw, the second time it is cooked, it is thanks to this voice that Chacha can eat the ochazuke made by Nakahara Chuya.

Chacha hesitated for a moment, and suddenly became a little curious about the sound he caught for the second time.

What kind of person is it that makes a desire to eat chazuke so strong that it reaches her.

Slate: [Since you want to know, how about going to see it? ]

Chacha glanced at Shi Ban.

Ever since Slate nearly spread its purpose in front of her, it has become more and more enthusiastic about selling Chacha all kinds of human beings that she might not resist.

Chacha thought for a while, and a hint of confusion appeared on her little face: "Is this what humans call...a matchmaking?"

Trying to match others all day long, but matchmaking is a paid job, and no matter how enthusiastic Shi Ban is, Chacha will not pay Shi Ban.

Slate: [...you are joking. ]

If you really have the intention of getting married, then there is no need for it to talk about it here and secretly prod.

There are still a bunch of people scrambling to come over to take the position over there.

Chacha didn't know what Shi Ban was slandering, she thought for a while and felt that what Shi Ban said made sense.

Now that you're curious, let's take a look.

Thinking like this, Chacha stretched out her hand to grab a spot of light in this "dream" space of hers, and walked through it.

Having just come back from outside, she didn't intend to wake up and go out again just to take a look.

Shi Ban flickered twice, and followed smoothly: [Please let me follow you. ]

Chacha doesn't matter, as the cornerstone of a certain world, since it can keep up with the speed of her passing through the dream, it's free.

As a world consciousness, if Chacha wants to, she can naturally spy on other people's dreams when everything is still, but she is usually already trying hard to fall asleep, and she doesn't have the heart to see what dreams other people have after they fall asleep.

Along the way, Chacha passed through the dreams of many people, such as the horrible scene of a short-haired woman wearing a butterfly hairpin holding a big hatchet for bloody dissection, such as Dai who is touching his hairline with a suspicious expression on his face. Men with glasses, such as Mr. Yukichi Fukuzawa who is surrounded by a group of cats, such as himself sandwiched between Mr. Mori and Alice...

Um?Wait, something seems wrong.

Chacha took another look and confirmed that the snow-haired girl caught between Mr. Sen and Alice was indeed herself.

Alice was hugging her from behind, and Mr. Mori was gesticulating on her body with one small skirt after another with a happy face.

In other words, Alice is clearly here, why did she put all the little skirts on herself in the dream.

Slate: [...This person dreamed about you. ]

"Yes." Chacha nodded and continued to watch.

"Alice-chan~" Mori Ogai called out affectionately, his eyes sparkling.

Just when Chacha thought Alice would respond with disgust, she heard a reply from the snow-haired girl.

"Rintaro, I want to eat cake."

"Okay, okay, Alice-chan can eat whatever she wants~"

Cha Cha: "..."

She tilted her head and stared at this scene, always feeling a little speechless and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

So she flicked her fingertips lightly, and then she didn't stop, didn't look back, and continued to walk forward across this dream.

Slate stayed there for a few more seconds, and then saw that the young girl with blond hair and red skirt in the dream suddenly turned into a muscular nurse holding a syringe, pushing Mori Ogai to the ground and beating him.

Mori Ogai was too busy hiding, let alone continue changing the skirt for the snow-haired girl.

Slate: […] Don’t read it, and quickly catch up with the world consciousness ahead.

"Ah." Chacha stopped suddenly, saw the scene in front of her clearly, and let out a soft exclamation with her face paralyzed, "It's so beautiful."

In the dark basement, a tiger with smooth patterns was lying on the ground with its eyes closed, as if taking a nap.The tiger has white fur all over its body. Even though it is in a dark environment, it seems to be covered with a layer of moonlight.

Really a very, very beautiful... big cat.

Chacha's eyes lit up slightly, she walked forward slowly, stared at it for a while, and couldn't help stretching out her hand.

This cat looks big and fluffy and nice to touch.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch the tiger, the opponent suddenly opened his purple-gold pupils, let out a roar, bared his sharp teeth, and rushed towards her aggressively.