I keep peace by drawing cards

The live-action kitten was regarded as a stranger by the people in the tavern.

Every strong man has a soft kitten in his heart. After a while, the real person successfully sold many bottles of wine.

Although more than half of the wine was bought by a real person who put a knife on someone's neck and threatened them to buy it.

Even though he was threatened by the kitten, the man didn't get angry. Instead, he wiped the wine from his lower lip with his finger, stared at the real person and said, "Little kitten, it's hot enough."

Zapp: "..."

Pinch mom, I'm going blind.

Slip away, it doesn't matter if you don't drink this wine.

Katsura Kotaro has completely fallen.

"Meatball...hehe...meatball...hehe."

Takizawa Yumeya stroked his forehead, feeling a headache for Katsura Kotaro's bewildered state.

The card character "Katsura Kotaro" is a severe patient with meat balls, influenced by the design, even Takizawa Yume can't control it.

"Meat balls...hehe...meat balls..."

Gui Xiaotaro's cheeks were flushed, holding the real person's meat ball, and his soul had already lifted off happily.

Takizawa Yumeya once again played immersively, since you can't stop it, let's join in.

Meatballs, so soft!

【…】

The coal briquettes pushed Takizawa Yumeya who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, but did not respond.

[This world where all cats are controlled is hopeless! 】

Still no one cares about it.

The real person made enough money quickly, and he was not in a hurry to change back, the form of a kitten can be used.

He quietly drew out the knife, and quietly moved the hand holding the knife to Gui Xiaotaro's back.

There was a cold light on the tip of the knife, and when the tip of the knife was about to touch Gui Xiaotaro's body, he suddenly turned around and was face to face with the tip of the knife.

Gui Kotaro:"?"

Zhenren calmly withdrew the knife, as if he was not the one who wanted to fuck Gui Kotaro behind his back just now.

He flipped his hands directly, revealing a pink and tender meat ball.

Gui Xiaotaro's face flushed again, and his whole body seemed to be bubbling with little bubbles of happiness.

"Meat balls...hehe...meat balls..."

The status of the two was reversed, and Katsura Kotaro completely fell into the meat ball of the real Mao Mao.

Gojo Satoru came back at a very coincident time, and Masato and Katsura Kotaro had already collected enough money to buy travel tickets.

"I've already found out where travel coupons are sold."

Katsura Kotaro didn't listen carefully.

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and said, "Wig."

"It's not a wig, it's Guizi!"

Gojo Satoru pulled Katsura Kotaro behind him, lifted his glasses, and a dangerous light flashed in his blue eyes.

He looked at the real person with a smile, and his tone was slightly threatening: "Change back."

The real person tilted his head, stretched out his paws, and the cat's tail behind him swayed. He innocently said, "Isn't it pretty?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his face: "Change back."

Gojo Satoru is not as easy to fool as Katsura Kotaro, he can see clearly what the real person is up to.

This idiot is Zapp's classmate, and he can barely count as one of his own.

Gui Xiaotaro wanted to speak, but Wutiao Wu covered his mouth and groaned for a long time without saying a word.

The real person drooped his head, and the cat ears drooped listlessly.

Katsura Kotaro's heart ached when he saw it.

"No no no no..."

my meatball...

Gojo Satoru didn't feel the slightest bit, looking at the real person, the meaning revealed was obvious - go back and get rid of you directly.

The real person walked ten meters away from Gui Xiaotaro and changed himself back to his original appearance.

He looked at his transformed hand with some regret, how could this conjurer be indifferent to such a cute kitten.

He looked at Gojo Satoru's head obsessively, his heart itching unbearably.

I really want to pry open his head to see what is inside his unique head.

Gojo Satoru sensed the extremely faint murderous intent, and the real person didn't hide it very well.

He chuckled lightly, and his eyes quickly passed over the real person.

"Except for you."

The murderousness disappeared.

Zhenren's white face was covered with a layer of gleam, like a child who doesn't know the world, he smiled softly at Wujo Wu, and Wujo Wu rolled his eyes.

The meatball disappeared, and Kotaro Katsura returned to normal.

"The person who sells travel coupons is in the dark street, you..." Gui Xiaotaro hadn't turned off the women's clothes yet, Gojo Satoru had a complicated expression, and couldn't explain, "It's okay to dress like this now, at least you can hide your identity."

The dark streets are full of desperadoes. A person who is wanted by the government walks swaggeringly in the dark streets. He will definitely be killed and eaten to collect the bounty.

Gojo Satoru glanced at Katsura Kotaro's arrest warrant, and complained, "The arrest warrant is so beautifully photographed, maybe a girl will cover it up for you when she meets you."

Although Gui Xiaotaro's brain is not normal, his appearance is that of a standard family son. His appearance looks very elegant, and he has long black hair that is loose but not feminine.

Such a look, in a pile of long messes and wanted criminals, is even more handsome.

The place where the dark street is located is very hidden. Gojo Satoru searched for a long time, and finally found the entrance with the help of Yuecheng Xuetu.

After nightfall, the area darkened.

The street lights flickered on and off, and then went out after a short while.

The night in HL is covered by dense fog, and it is dark when you look up. You can't see the moonlight or starlight.

This special place seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, so quiet that even the sound of breathing other than them could be heard.

The night was like day in Gojo Wujo's eyes. He checked the time, and it was less than six o'clock, but HL went dark strangely.

"The entrance is here."

The front looks like a very ordinary torii, and the red torii stands out of place here.

Gui Xiaotaro approached a little closer, thinking: "This is a high-level illusion."

"Advanced illusion?"

These bells and whistles didn't work for Wujo Satoru, and Liuyan saw through the disguise directly.

Gojo Satoru looked through the torii gate, and behind the torii gate, there were few pedestrians, and he had a panoramic view of the strange street.

Katsura Kotaro gripped the tip of the knife, and stepped into the torii gate cautiously.

The world changed in an instant.

Lanterns emitting green light stand on both sides of the entrance, and the entrance seems to be covered with a layer of green gauze, and strange music seems to come from a distance.

The stalls on both sides of the road buy strange things, including plants, dried animals, medicines, guns...

Gojo Satoru noticed the arms engraved with curse seals sold at a certain stall.

The real person is like going home, scurrying from stall to stall, very interested in novelty gadgets.

Gojo Satoru sighed and said, "Do you know that you need a leash when you take your pet out?"

It's outrageous, the unreliable owner and pet force him to be reliable.

Xia Youjie knew about it, so he should agree.

Daoist's face was paralyzed, looking at the rope around his neck that Gojo Satoru had forcibly tied.

The other end of the rope was held by Gojo Satoru.

"Elizabeth Real doesn't seem to want to be roped."

Gojo Satoru said indifferently: "Wigs and pets are like this, duplicity, if you don't like it, you like it, if you like it, you don't like it."

"It's Guizi, not a wig!"

Gui Xiaotaro suddenly realized: "So it's like this, pets are so awkward."

Gojo Gojo confused: "Yes, yes."

Gojo Satoru stopped and tied the rope to the tree casually.

Reality: "..."

There is only one skull on this stall, not a human skull, it looks like a cow's head, but if you look closely, the cow's head should not look like this.

There is a hole in the forehead of the skull, which looks like a third eye.

What kind of messed up outsider again, Wujo Wuxiang.

A chair was placed behind the booth, and the chair was covered with a long black cloth, which looked like the black cloth was lying on the chair.

Gojo Satoru tapped the skull with his fingers, and the black cloth on the chair bulged, as if being propped up by some invisible thing.

The two holes above the black cloth glow green, which should be the eyes.

The black cloth floated over, and the green light in his eyes was particularly strange.

"Guest, what do you want to buy?"

The sound seemed to come from far away, fluttering, scattered in the wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Gojo Satoru: "Three travel tickets to West Graf's hell area."

There was a crack in the skull on the table, and three travel coupons protruded from the crack.

At the same time, the skeleton's mouth opened, and a hand stretched out from the mouth. There was no flesh, only bones.

Gojo Wu raised his chin slightly and ordered, "Put the money in your hand."

Gui Xiaotaro took out the money and put it in his hand.

Gojo Satoru casually threw a few pieces of money on it, retracted his hand, and the travel coupon on top of the skull floated out and fell onto the table.

The skull returned to its original shape, the black cloth and green eyes were extinguished, the whole body's breath leaked out, and it was spread lightly on the chair.

The real person supported it with his hands and probed to see.

"I want this."

Gojo Satoru pulled the rope and forcibly dragged the real person over with an impatient look on his face.

After getting the travel vouchers, they didn't stay long, and directly boarded the No. [-] line leading to the hell area of ​​West Graf.

All the seats in the car were full, and the gentle female voice kept broadcasting.

"Union Square Vanishing Site station has arrived."

"The train on Line 12 is about to go to the hell area of ​​West Graf. Please be ready to agree to travel vouchers. The survival rate is [-]%."

The real person stood by the door with his face pressed against the glass, looking at the void where the broken building floated.

Most of the people got off at the station where Union Square disappeared, and they were the only ones left in this car.

The radio played again.

"Train No. 4 is about to go to the hell area of ​​West Graf. Passengers who have not agreed to travel vouchers cannot pass through the central double ticket gate."

"The survival rate this week is 12 percent."

The train entered a long tunnel, and it was pitch black outside the window.

The real person is sitting on a chair, with his face pressed against the glass, the subject is dark, his feet are shaking constantly, and his posture is very awkward.

"Passengers who have agreed to travel vouchers please hold the travel vouchers in their hands and are about to pass through the central double ticket gate. Passengers who do not agree to travel vouchers have zero survival rate through the ticket gate."

The broadcast sound is without a trace of emotion, without ups and downs.

A dazzling white light lit up, and the consent travel voucher in his hand scattered like fly ash.

around the passengers.

The white light lasted for a long time.

The real person curiously touched the floating white dust with his hand, and the place touched by the real person's hand quickly separated, but gathered again in the next second.

what--

A shrill scream rang out.

In another car.

Duo put the briefcase in front of him, and he sat upright, with his back straight and not flustered at all.

"Hey, why did I come to this ghostly place with you." Zhong Yuanzhong said in a bad mood.

The train was still running, and in order to go to that area, he also spent a lot of money to buy the agreed travel voucher.

"Central Plains cadres don't believe me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered: "Why should I believe a person who dare not show his true face?"

In the evening, I checked the time, it was six o'clock in the evening.

At this time, Mori Ogai should have arrived at the venue where the Shintoist held a banquet.

He opened his briefcase and took out a piece of Echizen washi paper inlaid with silver foil.

When he took out this piece of paper, Nakahara Chuya's expression changed.

He barely squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"The silver... oracle."