[Comprehensive] Zongxiang, draw the knife!

Arimori Yuno stared at him intently, and even Dazai Osamu couldn't set an example to sip that glass of cocktail. Naturally, his bad idea couldn't be realized on Nakahara Nakaya.

"Let's go have a meal together when the snow is down." Holding a cup of warm coconut milk from the bar owner, Mori Yuno suggested while biting the straw.

"I'm fine," Osamu Dazai looked at the girl affectionately with his chin in one hand, as if his eyes and hearts were all about this girl, "As long as Yuno proposes, I'm fine with anything."

Mori Yuno was obviously pleased by his attitude, and rubbed the black curly hair like a young sheep with her hands. The soft touch made her a little fond of it, "The mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter, Dazai."

"I've always been so sweet. It's probably because a short-legged kid who is with Yuno can't speak and always makes people angry. That's why I'm so nice."

Nakahara Chuya: "...you two should have a good chat, don't touch me at every turn."

"And I will never sit at the same dinner table with a suicidal bastard!" The orange-haired boy swore righteously.

"Mr. Zhongye has no right to choose."

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also confused.

Mori Yuno looked at him at this time as if he was looking at an ignorant child who chose to make trouble unreasonably, and even with a bit of stinging disappointment, he accused sadly: "Could it be that Mr. Zhongya thinks that only my money is still there? If Secretary Youli acquiesces in your eating and drinking behavior, can you be fed?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...that, me."

"Mr. Zhongye!" She held the young man's hand, with a sad expression on her face, "Because your wife can eat it!"

"Don't you hate the port mafia so much? How touching that now here's someone you've always called a 'suicidal bastard' who sincerely wants to fill your empty stomach with his meager salary." People are crying!"

Nakahara Chuya: "..."

Touching?Tears?

I'm sorry I really don't feel that way.

"Then let's put it another way - you can use your extra-dimensional stomach to eat poor port mafia!"

Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu: Stupefied!

"——Before accomplishing this great feat, you can start by eating poor quasi-cadres. You must know that the port mafia just looks at the various profiteering businesses every year. In fact, even the salaries of the leaders are very low. You With the skill of eating, all the port mafia members can be bankrupted!"

This is no joke!

Yuno Mori clutched her thin, pitiful, and helpless salary card and said that she had been successfully bankrupted by Chuya Nakahara, the big eater.

The salary card is not a credit card, and it can also be overdrafted for consumption!

After saying these words decisively, Mori Yuno turned his head and licked the cat.

Well, it was a three-colored cat raised by the owner of the bar. This cat seemed to be in the prime of life, with smooth fur and a light body and strong hind legs when climbing around.

The point is-

It looks too much like the old cat that was always with him at Natsume's house in his previous life.

"Kinnosuke."

Hearing the name, the three-flowered cat shook its ears, licked its paws and looked at Mori Yuno quietly, but did not do anything out of the ordinary.

The bar owner said gently: "This cat's name is not 'Kinnosuke'."

"Then what's its name?" Mori Yuno said, approaching the cat tentatively with his fingers.

The boss originally wanted to remind her that the cat was very aggressive towards strangers, but the Sanhua cat put its face on the girl's finger and rubbed it gently.

"It...it doesn't have a name. It was originally a stray cat around here, but one day it was cold and hungry and came in with customers. I don't know why it just depends on me."

"That's right, but I've seen a cat before. It's name is 'Kinnosuke', and it looks very similar."

It is almost impossible to have a male cat among the three-colored cats. The distribution of color patches on the fur of this cat in front of him is exactly the same as that of the grandfather's house.

It should be the same one.

Mori Yuno did not linger in front of this cat for a long time. Although she liked the "Kinnosuke" in her grandfather's house very much, she knew better than to dwell on the past. This time she did not know if she would go back to Natsume's house.

The teenagers left the bar.

"...Kinnosuke?" The bar owner burst out laughing.

He looked back at the three-flowered cat squatting on the bar, "I think you also like that little girl, why don't I tell her that the cat can be adopted when she comes next time?"

"Meow!" Sanhuamao screamed ferociously.

After barking, the three-flowered cat jumped off the bar, and a moment later, a man dressed like an old British gentleman appeared in the corner seat.

"The child... she can also become a cat."

"Boss, what do you think is the possibility of having the same ability?" The old gentleman leaned on his cane and whispered.

The bar owner replied with a smile: "There will not be exactly the same supernatural power in this world."

"Yes, although it is said that the direct descendants of people with supernatural powers have a great possibility of awakening supernatural powers, the possibility of exactly the same supernatural powers appearing is zero. We are very sure about this..."

"But why, that child can switch between humans and cats at will?"

The boss hesitated, "Coincidence?"

"This is the second time I've seen her. The last time I paid homage to my daughter in the Kagudu Meteor Crater."

"You mean—" the boss put away his smiling face and said solemnly, "You think that child is her?"

The old gentleman was silent for a while.

When the boss thought that he would not get an answer, he said slowly: "I hope to get all the information about her, please as soon as possible."

"I understand."

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At the beginning of spring, there were rumors of "Desolation and Spit" in Leibo Street.

"'Araba spit', what is that?" Yuno Mori asked casually while distributing the snacks he bought to Shirase.

Shirase took the food, took a big bite out of the hot and steaming thick fish, and stuck out his tongue when it was so hot, "It was said a long time ago that it is the retinue of the gods, and it is said that it is on the calf. A god in gauntlets."

"However, because the legend of this god is too old, no one can tell his true face, not even how his name is written, and the current saying of 'Huangba spit' is just a transliteration. "

Shirase kept blowing on the thick fish burnt in his hand, it seemed that he wanted to use this stupid method to cool down the hot food as soon as possible.

"Ah, Shirase, you've changed." The girl squatting next to him called out.

"What have I changed?"

"I remember the last time I invited you to eat, you still looked like you hadn't eaten in 800 years, but no matter what was hot in your hand, you stuffed it into your mouth desperately, as if you were afraid of being snatched away by others. look."

"At that time... I really didn't have enough food, let alone the street food that can only be bought with spare money," Shirase replied shyly, but he soon cheered up again, "But now It’s different, we can be considered rich now, and we will definitely get better and better in the future.”

"Yes," Mori Yuno responded to him with a smile, "'Sheep' is getting stronger and stronger now, even if there is no Chuya-kun and I can function normally."

"The two of you are the trump card of the 'sheep', how could you have less!" Shirase jumped up excitedly and shouted, "Did you hear something bad, why did you suddenly have such an idea?"

"It's not a sudden idea, it's just that Zhongye-jun told me that he is very tired, and it's no wonder that even people like Zhongye-jun feel tired. I just cleaned up the mess for everyone like this for half a year, and I think about it every day. Mr. Zhongye insisted on going on strike for five or six years."

Mori stood up and straightened his back.

"Hey, Shirose, have you noticed that according to the current model, the development of 'sheep' is actually restricted, because you have more than 200 people doing defense, or helping to cause trouble, but only Nakaya-kun can do it. To 'fight back', what if one day he falls ill?"

"Well... let me put it another way," she put her hands in the outer pockets of her black windbreaker, her lowered face was filled with pity, but on the smile that made Shirase so kind on weekdays, there was nothing in her eyes. The smile didn't sink to the bottom, "What if one day, Mr. Zhongya gets tired of such a life without pursuit and goal?"

"Using the death of his former comrades to stimulate him to provoke the port mafia, have you ever thought that this behemoth suddenly wants to pick up the fruits of victory they raised, and Mr. Zhongya can stop it alone?"

"What are you talking about——" Shirase asked in a daze, and he suddenly realized halfway through the sentence, "You seem to have been emphasizing that Zhongye is the only one, so you——?!"

"Shirase, you already guessed it, didn't you?"

The girl covered her lips and smiled, and from the shadow behind her, a huge white tiger slowly appeared.

Shirase thought he was hiding his hand behind his waist, and quietly clenched it tightly, but there was no sullen expression on his face, "I don't understand what you mean..."

"Stop your boring temptations, you, and Haruko, after Haruko told you my true origin, your clumsy and ridiculous intelligence gathering ability is simply horrible, since you have already doubted my identity, then I can also Stop playing house games with children for the past six months."

"You really are an undercover agent sent by the port mafia!" Shirase frowned, gritted his teeth, "What is your purpose of infiltrating the 'sheep'?!"

"The purpose I said at the beginning—"

"It's Mr. Chuya."

As soon as Mori Yuno finished speaking, Shirase drew his gun suddenly, but the white tiger who was protecting the girl was faster than him!

"Goodbye, Shirase."

Shirase was shocked to see such a scene, the bullet he shot pierced through the blurred white tiger and hit the girl behind the beast.

Blossoms of blood bloomed on her white dress. Originally, he wondered why she wore a white dress so rarely, but he got an explanation at this time.

"Roar--!!!"

The white tiger condensed his body again, and bit the young boy Shirase who was holding a gun and wounding someone fiercely!

Shirase's mind went blank for a moment.

--ended.