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Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, the cat's claws had already pressed the fire alarm button in a hurry, and he realized that under his strong emotional agitation, the cat's shell had broken through Dazai Osamu's override command and reconnected with his consciousness stand up.

When wandering around in the courtyard, he felt unreal as if he had come out to let the air go. Not long after, Osamu Dazai's garbage subordinates had grabbed the doctor and ran into this seaside villa.

He originally wanted to go in and have a look, and then think again.

Forget it.

Osamu Dazai is poisonous, and people who stay with him for a long time will be infected and poisoned together. He has seen enough of Osamu Dazai tormenting himself endlessly these days. , This dilapidated house is surrounded by forests, and in front of it is the sea. At the beginning, there were occasionally a few people who came for a walk on the beach, but there was nothing behind it—is there actually so few people in the city of Yokohama?

So what is he going back for?Masochistic?

With Wujo Wu's thinking, the fluffy white cat is finally not as stupid as before, with light steps and indifferent expression, and finally has a bit of a cat's pride. There must be a few rows of cars parked neatly on the side.

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru ordered the cat to hide in a corner where neither the rearview mirror nor the sideview mirror could see it. When the man in a black suit opened the car door, he jumped up and landed lightly on the soft floor mat in the back seat. The palm of the cat's paw was soft, and there was no sound at all.

The car swayed along the way, and he nestled behind the back seat, being shaken drowsily. Naturally, he didn't appreciate the treatment of the front windshield in the car this time.

But Wujo Satoru always felt that something was wrong, and finally realized that it was the voice.

The last time Osamu Dazai drove around the streets of Yokohama at four o'clock in the morning. Although there were no people on the road at that time, there were still many voices. Workers on night shifts lit up lighters on the street, and the boss went to the pier to buy some fresh fish in advance. Passing by with a truck, on the Coastal Bridge, he also saw a few young people carrying tripods to record the sunset.

But this time there was nothing, except for the slight sound of the exhaust pipe of the car, there was a dead silence around him, just like Uncle Tom blew the magic flute to lure everyone away. Although Gojo Satoru was puzzled, he also knew that it was not him. When I was curious, the car drove for about 10 minutes, turned countless times in the middle, and finally stopped.

While the driver was greeting his companions, he opened the door of the car through a narrow gap, jumped down stealthily, and then rushed forward along the base of the wall.

With the fresh air in his lungs, Wutiao Wu is rarely so happy these days, and then he will find a place to nest and analyze the prison gates carefully. It will not take a few months... at most a year, he should be able to tear through this cage and get out.

Afterwards, he put Osamu Dazai in the prison gate and shut him up for a year, even if it was even, it would have nothing to do with each other afterwards.

While letting the cat run forward, he was thinking absent-mindedly, but this misty thinking stopped abruptly at the corner, and only one thought remained in his mind——

It turned out that Osamu Dazai, that little liar who spoke no words, was actually telling the truth.

He could, should, have literally taken a stray bullet.

The originally bustling commercial street has turned into a big pit. It should be a ruined wall blown out by some kind of thermal weapon. Rows of brand new and shiny shop windows along the street are shattered and covered with dust. The wind blows over and hangs another layer. Soil, and this kind of scene is not unique to his eyes. Looking around, starting from him, the extension line several kilometers away is full of such absurd scenes.

He stood on the edge of the big pit, and when he lowered his head, there were several corpses in the pit that could no longer be seen. They still held guns in their hands, but half of their legs were gone.

This is... an extremely absurd idea gradually emerged in Gojo Satoru's mind.

war?

The sky began to rain again, and it turned into a downpour in a short while. The fluffy cat shook the water from his body and walked along the edge of the building. Human nature has also exorcised the curse, but war is a cruel meat grinder that can only be felt through the pile of old papers and can be perceived only from documentaries?He rarely smiled wryly.

How should I put it, I should be thankful that there is no magic power or curse in this world?

In this kind of place, what on earth is Osamu Dazai doing all day long... As soon as he thought about that person, he forcibly suppressed his attention and shifted his attention to other places. A few rows of houses away, there must be someone exchanging fire. , He just poked his head, and the bullets that bounced around almost missed him, Gojo Satoru commanded the cat to shrink into a ball first, his heart was like an overturned dye shop, the chaos was terrific.

What should he do in this situation?You can't expect a cat to save people.

He waited until the sound of the bullets popping out was not so dense, and then poked his head out to take a look. There was a circle of people lying on the ground, obviously still alive. The other side of the exchange of fire was also in a hurry, and they hurriedly suppressed the fire, and they all jumped. He got in the car and drove away. He walked out slowly at this time, and in front of him was a young man in his early twenties, his eyes were full of fear of death and nostalgia for life.

He lost an arm, and almost lost his lower body. Seeing that he could not survive, when he saw the white cat, his face full of fear suddenly spread out for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and cursed the enemy. Listening to his curse, when he was about to die, the man spit out a name like a gossamer.

Osamu Dazai.

Gojo Satoru watched the man take his last breath with a sullen face.

No matter how much he thinks now, he is still a cat, and his body is locked inside the prison gate. At this time, Yokohama is extremely dangerous. If he is not allowed to go anywhere, he will lose his life, but this danger is reduced for cats. After a long time, gunpowder smoke was everywhere, and the smoke made everything dirty. It didn't take long for the white cat to become a gray cat. The clear blue eyes of the cat were covered by gray fur. It looked pitiful at first glance. Xixi.

It rained a few times in Yokohama when nothing happened. It was daytime when Gojo Satoru left. He found a roof to hide from the rain all night. Due to the height, the sewage still splashed all over him. The cat fur, not to mention the fluffy and soft appearance before, was dried in the sun. From now on, everything will be tied in knots, dusty, in strands.

The next day, as usual, he let the cat wander around the city, and after hearing a lot of rumors, he refreshed his image of Osamu Dazai again.

Who can appear on the streets in Yokohama, where the Dragon Head Wars is taking place? Gojo Satoru has more or less understood these things, so he was even more annoyed. He wandered around for another day, thinking that he would not be able to wander around anymore. Who knows when he was involved in the scene of the dispute? While thinking about concepts such as "construction of mana power points", he also thought that it was almost night, and he needed to find a place for himself that was absolutely safe and free from others. place--

Boom!

The gray cat paused, and its black paws stepped into a puddle, splashing some dirty water onto his belly fur.

In the next second, the downpour directly drenched him. It was rainy in summer, and heavy rain and light rain alternated non-stop. He raised his head belatedly, only to realize that the sound was not an explosion, but thunder, and the sound of thunder It was accompanied by lightning. Gojo Satoru was inside the prison gate, his body was dry and refreshed, but the perception received by his skin seemed to be submerged in water. His progress in spell analysis was suddenly interrupted by this weird illusion. Thoughts continue.

In the darkness, the white-haired man rubbed the center of his brows, thinking that when he would end up in this kind of weather, he would have to squat under the bridge hole. It had been raining for a long time, and it was thundering all the time. The night was so dense that it seemed as if ink had been splashed on the sky. Well, the various organizations in the society don't want to fight in this kind of weather. The interference is too great, and no one can get it right.

Gojo Satoru let his cat walk up the embankment. Although the apartment buildings on both sides of the river were inhabited, they didn't turn on the lights during the Dragon Head War. Rain, thunderstorm is best not to travel.

He still couldn't hold back, let the white cat shake its fur, and was drenched in an instant. At this moment, he suddenly thought of Osamu Dazai. It is estimated that this person will not stay in that seaside villa safely in this weather. , but with the situation that he almost killed himself, maybe he can only lie on the bed and moan.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru sneered, and went through the rain curtain to find an apartment building with an open door. He happened to scan one place, and was about to go there, when he saw a standing motionless man holding an umbrella at the corner of the street. shadow.

——It’s Osamu Dazai.

The young mafia cadre was wearing a fine cashmere black overcoat, similar in style to the previous one, but not the same one. The cut fit him neatly, with the sleeves neatly put on. The overcoat was beaded with water, the trousers were wet below the knees, and the expensive calfskin Oxford shoes were soaked with water. He didn't wear gloves, but wore a dark blue woolen scarf.

The dense raindrops hit the umbrella surface, shattered into several petals, and rolled down again. Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that this person had grown a lot taller than before.

The black umbrella covered the upper half of Dazai Osamu's face, but from the exposed jawline, it can be seen that his outline is no longer soft. God, the cat just stood there and didn't move. When he raised his eyes again, he met the other person's gaze. The man walked over, and the iris-colored eye that wasn't covered by the bandage didn't have the childish roundness of the past.

Osamu Dazai paused, turned his head to the side, put his shoulders against the umbrella to free his hands, and lowered his body to hug the cat. Only his left wrist was wrapped with a bandage, which covered the wound he made the day before. A little unnaturally, when Dazai Osamu's hand was about to touch the gray cat, the pile of wet gray hair suddenly opened its mouth backwards, bared its fangs, and took another hard bite.

Dazai Ji'an looked at him quietly, and didn't take back his hand, letting the sharp canine teeth of the gray hairball hit the back of his hand.

The tooth scratched the skin, a little bit of blood oozes out, and is hit by a raindrop so that nothing can be seen. Gojo Satoru suddenly feels very irritable again. Every day, a little bit of irritability seems to erupt all at once. Turning his head, behind the gray hair ball His legs were slightly bent, and he was about to jump up the wall to leave, but he was pulled back suddenly, and the umbrella fell to the ground. Osamu Dazai clamped the cat's abdomen firmly with his elbow, and changed into a more controllable posture. Pick up the umbrella.

"You bit me too." He spoke in a soft and slow tone, trying to create the posture of the victim asking questions: "Why don't you bite again?"