There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

Yokohama, an ordinary afternoon.

In the bookstore.

Oda Sakunosuke was arranging the books on the shelf, his expression was serious and focused.

Osamu Dazai collapsed on the sofa, his iris-colored eyes narrowed in satisfaction: "Yeah, today's curry crab is still super delicious~"

Ke Xingzhi cast a sidelong glance at Osamu Dazai, and couldn't help complaining: "Although the curry crab is indeed delicious, you've been eating it for several days in a row, don't you feel tired?"

"No—" Osamu Dazai retorted lazily with a drawn-out voice, and suddenly turned his head to ask Oda Sakunosuke, "Will Oda Saku feel tired of eating curry all the time?"

Oda Sakunosuke paused for a while, and replied firmly: "No." His tone was extremely firm.

Osamu Dazai got the answer he wanted, and he argued with Ke Xingzhi proudly: "Look, it's like Oda Saku will never hate curry. For me, crabs and so on, no matter how much I eat, I will never hate curry." Tired."

Ke Xingzhi silently pointed out the most crucial point: "But there are many ways to cook crabs, but you have been eating curry crabs recently."

"Of course it's because Odasaku likes curry." Osamu Dazai blurted out without thinking, "I like being with Odasaku..."

Osamu Dazai was stunned suddenly: Huh?When did it start?I actually started to think about things like things I like.

Also, like being with Odasaku or something... Uwah, it's too embarrassing to say it directly by accident.

...So, did Odasaku hear that?

Osamu Dazai couldn't help but secretly glanced at Oda Sakunosuke.

Oda Sakunosuke was arranging the books on the second shelf of the bookshelf. He turned his back to Osamu Dazai and seemed to hear nothing.

Osamu Dazai was in a complicated mood. Oda Saku didn't notice this. He should be relieved, but why did he feel a little disappointed?

Only a little bit.

Before Dazai got into trouble, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly said slowly: "I also like being with Dazai very much."

Oda Sakunosuke didn't turn his head, but his tone seemed extremely serious.

"Hey——Odasaku, you are so nasty!" Osamu Dazai tried his best to show his disgust, but there were two cute little blushes on his cheeks.

Is it gross?Oda Sakunosuke paused for a moment, a little confused: Obviously just telling the truth, right?

Osamu Dazai felt the warmth from his cheeks, and silently stretched out his hand to cover his face, trying to hide himself under the palm of his hand, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously: Although the past was bad, it's nice to meet you, Oda do.

Ke Xingzhi, who was silently watching from the sidelines, couldn't help cast envious glances, he once again felt that he was extra redundant.

hateful!I also want to have a good friend!

Ke Xingzhi murmured in his heart, and finally couldn't help but urge Jonathan Klein, who was messing around with the computer in the corner: "Klein, are you done?"

"Everything is ready." Jonathan Klein pushed his glasses and smiled slightly, "Would you like to say hello to the kind people?"

Ke Xingzhi's eyes lit up: "Of course."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhated?" Dazai Osamu did not know when, a pair of kite-colored eyes sparkling.

Although it is indeed true, why do you look forward to it more than I do?

Ke Xingzhi was a little skeptical about life.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned his head decisively and shouted at Oda Sakunosuke: "Young Oda, you don't need to tidy up. Today I give you a holiday. Take this kid to the amusement park or wherever you want to have fun. I'll pay you back for all the consumption. Full reimbursement!"

Please, boy Oda, take away this brat who is afraid of chaos.

"Wow, how cunning! Is this a bribe? Isn't this a blatant bribe?" Osamu Dazai pointed at Ke Xingzhi in disbelief.

Oda Sakunosuke put the book in his hand back on the shelf, wrote down the label, and hesitated for a moment: "Are you going to be on vacation again?"

Ke Xingzhi smiled slightly, and started running the train with his mouth full: "The more things like holidays, the better? Besides, my bookstore has never had any business. There is no need to worry about sorting and sorting. A little bit every day is enough. Anyway. If you have nothing to do, just go out for a walk more often. The sun is so good, how can young people spend their youth in the house? Go out and play, maybe the outside world can bring you good inspiration. I have always I’ve been looking forward to your work for a long time, Oda Boy.”

Although Mr. Shopkeeper still looks as unreliable as ever, what he said is not unreasonable.Perhaps, I can indeed find inspiration from the most ordinary life.Besides, the sun is really good today, so I should take Dazai out to bask in the sun.

"Thank you Mr. Shopkeeper."

Oda Sakunosuke thought so, and after earnestly thanking him, he asked Osamu Dazai, "Is there any place Dazai wants to go?"

Dazai Osamu looked at Oda Sakunosuke and fell into a tangle: Really, although I really want to know what the owner is planning secretly, but I don’t want to miss the great opportunity to hang out with Oda Saku.

Want to go somewhere?

If you are with Oda Saku, no matter where you go, you will always look forward to it.

"Let me think about it... It's decided, let's go to the game city first!" After all, Dazai Osamu couldn't resist the temptation to hang out with Oda Sakunosuke, and excitedly pulled Oda Sakunosuke, "Oda Let's go! Today I must visit the whole of Yokohama!"

"Okay." Oda Sakunosuke's expression remained flat, but his attitude towards Osamu Dazai became more conniving unconsciously.

"Have fun~" Ke Xingzhi smiled and waved goodbye to them: I knew that no one could refuse Oda Zuo!

"Thank you, Mr. Shopkeeper~" Osamu Dazai waved his hand with the same smile: When I come back, I must find out what you are planning.

"Troublesome brat..." Ke Xingzhi thought of Dazai Osamu's smile before he left, and knew that he never gave up the idea of ​​making trouble, "...Forget it, let him think, anyway, there is Oda boy, there is always Way to get him out."

Ke Xingzhi checked the computer refitted by Jonathan Klein, and nodded with satisfaction: It is indeed me.

"Come on, let me see what Mr. Mouse is doing."

In Russia, it is still the morning when the sun is rising.

One of the bases of the House of the Dead.

in the basement.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was silently biting his nails in front of the computer screen. The snow-white and soft Cossack cap was thrown aside by him. His half-length black hair was not messy at all, and was still exceptionally soft.

He was very thin, very white, and looked very weak and delicate. He seemed to be just an ordinary sick and beautiful boy, and his behavior of biting his nails seemed a little childish.

However, in the depths of those violet-like beautiful eyes, there is no trace of ordinary human emotion.In him, it seems that reason has overwhelmed sensibility, no, more precisely, it should be divinity over humanity.

Yes, although it sounds unbelievable, there is indeed some kind of divinity-like quality lurking in this fragile and deceitful young man, as if he is compassionate and caring for all sentient beings, but also seems to be aloof and innocent.Extremely contradictory, extremely complex.

Who would have thought that such a seemingly weak and beautiful boy would be the leader of the underground organization "Rats of the Dead House"?

The leader of the "Rats of the House of Death", Fyodor D, whose full name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, is known to be a well-meaning Russian.

As a nocturnal mouse, after staying up all night, Fyodor D should have gone to rest for a while at this time, but he was still sitting in front of the computer, watching the computer screen quietly. The faint blue shadow, it is hard to tell whether it is the dark circles under his eyes caused by staying up all night, or the reflection cast by his eyelashes.

On the screen, a fat beckoning cat squinted and smiled at him, stretching out a paw pad, as if greeting him.

It's incredible.

Fyodor D's eyes were sober, without a trace of sleepiness, and even slightly excited.

He was able to hack into his computer when he was strictly guarded and even cut off the network cable.

How did that person do it?Rely on current fluctuations, electromagnetic radiation, or ultrasound?Or other technical means?Even superpowers?

After going through so much trouble, do you just want to say hello to him?

Fyodor D accurately calculated the time in his heart, and patiently waited for the other party's follow-up.

No. 11 minutes and 11 seconds.

The lucky cat on the computer screen suddenly "meowed" and disappeared.

His birthday is November 11th, and Lucky Cat happened to stay on his computer for [-] minutes and [-] seconds. Is it a coincidence?

Fyodor D thought quietly.

At this moment, on the computer screen, a letter was slowly unfolded, and the words on the letter appeared line by line.

"Good day, Mr. Mouse."

"Not long ago, Rothschild donated his estate, and the war to come requires a new [fuse.fire.cable]."

"Maybe we can talk."

"I'm waiting for you in Yokohama, looking forward to your arrival."

The inscription is a pink cat paw print, which looks very casual, as if with casual provocation.

Rothschild, a wealthy family that emerged at the beginning of the last century, is used to refer to Mr. Prophet in Yokohama with a fortune of hundreds of billions.

Has the future war been foreseen?

Is that Mr. Prophet?

No, the more likely one is the unknown Mr. Cat.

Foresaw the battle for property brought about by the death of the prophet, helped the prophet escape from the established destiny, avoided this war, but wanted to start a new war?

It seems that this Mr. Cat is not a safe little cat.

So, this letter is an invitation letter from Mr. Kitty, or is it a letter of challenge?

Fyodor D stared at the pink paw print, and suddenly smiled.

Yokohama seems to have an interesting guest.

Fyodor D turned off his computer, packed his bags, put on his white Cossack cap, and left the basement.

It seems that it is time to go to Yokohama.

Fyodor D quietly stared at the direction of Yokohama, those violet-like eyes seemed to hide a deep whirlpool, mysterious, dangerous, but full of charming charm.

"Let me test whether your claws are sharp enough, Mr. Cat."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Ke (paw extended): Make friends, Mr. Mouse.

Tuo (smiling): Yes, if you can survive.

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感谢在2021-05-0420:00:00~2021-05-0722:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 dandelion;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Chidori; 3 bottles of Blood Feather from the Other Bank; 1 bottle of Huaxi Mo;

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