Shirase, the leader of the Yokohama Supernatural Group

I lifted Dazai's chin with my fingertips, forcing the latter who was silently bowing his head not to run away, but to look up and meet my gaze.I repeated the question again, "You like me, don't you?"

The temperature of the fingertips seemed to instantly light up the blushing switch of the other party.

Dazai's complexion is like a big crab that has been steamed alive.

He stumbled and turned his head around, stammering, the range of turning his head was small, so small that Dazai's chin still rested on my fingertips.It gave me an inexplicable illusion of playing a basketball game with fingertips.

"I...I..." Dazai opened his mouth for a long time, but he didn't resume his usual flirtatious chatter, instead his brows and eyes showed obvious shyness.

I originally planned to wait for a definite answer, but in the end I got an empty response.When I lost interest and was about to let go, I inadvertently glanced at Dazai's eyes. He was the one who couldn't speak, but Dazai was fine, as if I was the one who did the wrong thing.

It looked like a stray cat cowering in fear of being abandoned, or a black cat.

I inadvertently burned a wonderful idea, and the fingertips that were going to leave the other party's chin suddenly changed into a cat-like, teasing the black cat's chin.

Black cat Dazai was slightly stunned, and consciously rubbed my finger with ease.

I decided to increase my favorability with Dazai-nyan from now on.

Dazai Nyan kept peeping at me secretly, whispering, "I like Shirase the most."

"Only you can recognize me." Dazai's next words were as light as bubbles floating in the air, and they disappeared in ashes after finishing speaking, leaving the room full of silence.

I was so excited about cats that I had no time to analyze the thoughts revealed in Dazai's words.

"You are still much cuter than Fathead Fish." I patted Dazai's dog's head, and slowly withdrew my hand.

Dazai's eyes widened involuntarily, showing a puzzled expression, but also a little bit disappointed, "More."

I put away the cat filter, turned my face and ignored the other party.

Dazai poked my other shoulder lightly, trying to get me to continue my unfinished cat teasing with him.

I coldly refused him.

***

I met the leader as I wished, and got a few words from the latter that were nothing more than serving and loyal to the port Mafia,

The leader seems to be weaker than the one in the various news I inquired about before.It is specifically reflected in the obvious depression of his spirit.

Dr. Sen is still very skilled in medicine, I have to sigh with emotion.The leader's mental state was only damaged, and his physical condition recovered a lot.

Thanks to the blessing that my body has not yet fully recovered, I now only clock in and out of get off work at regular times.

For example, now, I can easily step on the way home.

The moment I opened the door, I noticed Dazai in the open kitchen, wearing an apron and scrambling.

I slowly closed the door and decided to refresh the copy again.

The scene in the last second is my illusion, right?I am unwavering in my belief in this idea.

Until I opened the door again, the unmistakable scene from the last time unfolded in my eyes again.

The only slight difference is that Dazai turned his head and smiled at me.

Can anyone tell me where the extra Dazai who seems to be playing the virtuous wife card in my family came from?

I looked at Dazai delicately, "Are you cooking?"

Dazai returned my expression of cooking for love and passion as his answer.

"..."

My expression is completely cracked.

"Do you still remember the last time you said you invited me to a banquet?" I slowly mentioned the case about Dazai showing his hand last time.

I have to say that Dazai still cooks well, so that I almost trust him.If he hadn't said he made it just for me, I'd still try it.My intuition tells me that there will be weird post-eating reactions.

"Wait a minute, I still have mushroom soup in the pot." Dazai hurriedly dropped these words and walked into the kitchen.

Taking advantage of Dazai's turning around.

Still dubious, I changed my mind to take Dazai's achievements to fool Alice who didn't know why.

Alice, as naive and rascal as she showed, became the first true warrior who dared to eat crabs without even thinking about it.

I watched Alice intently for a few seconds. (°?°?╬) Stealing resources?Stealing Garfield resources?

Nothing happened.

While I breathed a sigh of relief, and when I was about to reflect on the small thoughts I had unconsciously raised, Alice collapsed to the ground foaming at the mouth.

Dr. Sen trotted to Alice's side in panic.

He broke his usual calm and self-possessed appearance, nervously asked the passers-by at the scene of the crime—me.

I told Dr. Mori the truth in a quiet tone, "Alice ate the food made by Dazai himself."

Dr. Sen embraced the dying Alice in his arms, showing a confused expression.

Do you not understand the attributes of the cubs you raise?

I have to be skeptical of the old paternal love he puts on.

My sudden introduction of memories made Dazai, who is now holding his beloved mushroom soup, stop in his tracks, with a bitter sense of loss in his smile.

"Shirase, last time was just an accident."

"You don't even believe me."

Dazai's eyes were full of sadness that was about to overflow.

"Obviously I made it specially for Shirase, so I specifically asked Dr. Mori which ingredients are suitable for your tonic."

do not talk.blah blah.

Relying on my physical characteristics that my heart doesn't beat and my face doesn't blush, I directly made Dazai brand severed head soup.

Dazai carefully looked at my complexion, and after confirming that it was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded confidently and said firmly to me, "Look, I'll say that my products must be high-quality goods."

I held back the violent beating of my heart, and signaled Dazai to have a taste of his own masterpiece.Dazai entered without hesitation.

At the speed of three seconds, the entire Dazai has become delirious and started talking nonsense.

Dazai is indeed a strange man, he directly made my heart that was no longer beating dance.Not even the double pain I endured without the anesthesia during the surgery could make my heart beat again.

And Dazai's cooking skills are good.

I knew that I didn't have to let Alice try it before, I should try it myself.

I sat down and planned to eat. After all, Dazai's dishes are really delicious, and whoever eats them will know.

The doorbell interrupted my plans just right.

The other party's slightly distorted voice came through the door.It sounds vaguely familiar, "Your takeaway."

Is co-authoring Dazai's choice to leave for himself because he knows his cooking level?

I opened the door and ran into the takeaway man who unconsciously lowered the brim of his cap.I turned sideways to let the other party who was carrying a big bag of things enter the room.

The moment the door closes.The delivery man had already put down what he was holding, ignoring Dazai who was dancing and performing on the sofa, and walked towards me nervously.

He stared worriedly at the wound on my shoulder, as if there were thousands of words he wanted to say to me, and finally turned into a simple greeting in his throat, "Does it hurt?"

"Zhongye."