[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

After another week or so, Yato still couldn't get in touch, but some strange movements gradually appeared around the shrine.

First, there were sporadic gunshots in the distance, and then these sounds gradually approached, and then even at night, there were numerous footsteps around the door, and finally... One day, I found that my cat was missing.

Where did you go?

This Sanhua stays at the shrine every day, eats, plays and sleeps. Only at night will it obey the call of the wild and run out to find friends.Early this morning, there was no familiar sound of food urging outside the door, so I knew it hadn't come back yet. I was a little anxious when I still didn't see the cat at noon.

I have never restricted the freedom of the cat, and since adopting it, I have been following it in and out of the shrine at will.After all, this was a stray cat, too restrained will make it unhappy, if it is unhappy, it will run away without looking back, and I will be left alone again.

Well, here is the situation.

Although I don't have much curiosity about exploring the map, the cat still needs to find it. What if it doesn't run away from home on a whim but is caught by something?The shrine is not in the forest but it is not far from the forest. Occasionally there will be news of wild animals running out and being sent to the police station.For a small cat, there are too many natural enemies, whether it is dead or alive, as the owner, I will always do my best.

After packing the mobile phone and the only salary card, the shrine owner's knife was hidden in the warehouse.After doing all of this, I hung an unnamed note under the Kagura bell in the main hall, saying that I will be away for a while, and if there is something urgent, I can go to Leibo Street to look for it.In this way, no matter whether it is Yato or Osamu Dazai who sees the note, they can know my whereabouts at the first time.

That's right, I'm going to find my cat, and then take it to Chuya Nakahara.

On the one hand, there is the consideration of avoiding conflicts with living people, and on the other hand, I am really worried about that red-haired boy.

The situation outside is getting worse and worse, and it has reached the point where dead bodies may appear on the side of the road at any time.Many shops simply closed their doors and closed down. Even residents of the other shore like me, who are completely indifferent to this world, have noticed the increasingly tense atmosphere. The slums that originally lived on the margins of society will only become more difficult.

Maybe I can't help him, but I can't just accept other people's care with peace of mind and remain indifferent to the difficulties he may encounter.

After locking the gate of the shrine, I sent a text message to the boss Emiya telling him that I was going to move to a friend's house for a few days, and he immediately wrote back agreeing with my choice, and specifically explained that I should stay in the crowd at all times and be vigilant and protected be good to yourself.

I replied "Don't worry", and left the shrine wearing the small dress I found out from the clothing donation box and slowly approached the forest not far away.

In the forest at noon, the high temperature in summer makes the place humid and hot. If a normal person will definitely find it unbearable, it is not an insurmountable obstacle for me.As an incompetent star, my cat has never been named, and I just called it "meow meow Mimi". Now I realize that this is really terrible, and it is no better than shouting "Your Highness" all over the streets More decent, no matter how you look at it, there is a stupid aura of a cat slave.

But who cares?Besides, I'm the only one nearby, so as long as the cat can find it, it's okay for me to perform a 360-degree Thomas full spin on the spot.

It is impossible for anyone to notice me here, so I stepped on the tree unscrupulously and flipped up and down a little bit. I have multiple souls, and the leaves that are stepped on will not move more strongly than being blown by the wind.

Under normal circumstances, cats that have been domesticated will not go deep into the forest. I walked around the foot of the mountain a few times and saw a few dirty wild cats, but there was no such thing.

It's only one night, where will the cat go?

I kept walking while thinking, and when I passed a warehouse, I saw a group of black suits and a group of masked men in camouflage fighting passionately.

Well, this is probably the so-called oil depot.

I stood on the tree and watched for a while. Both the black suit and the camouflage uniform had their own winners and losers. In the end, no one was able to capture this stronghold. Judging by the appearance of the leaders on both sides, they may be calling for helpers for reinforcements.With such a big commotion, even if the cat ran into the forest, it would be scared out, so I decided to try my luck in another place.

This cat was originally brought back from Leibo Street. Did it go there again?

Bypassing the area full of violence and blood, I quickly left the forest. The curry shop that I often eat has closed to thank customers. I think it is a wise choice for the boss to do so.

What kind of posture human beings will live in when society is out of order can now be clearly seen.Unarmed ordinary people have long hid in their homes and dare not go out easily. Different gang members will shoot each other on the street at any time regardless of the occasion.Some gangsters took advantage of this opportunity to fish in troubled waters, and theft, robbery, and other violent incidents that I didn't want to describe flooded every corner of the city.

Compared to when I first arrived in Yokohama, I felt like I was in hell.

In my sight, there are three or four undead with confused eyes standing on almost every street corner, some of which have been parasitized by monsters, crazy and harsh noises, spinning eyeballs, and deformed bodies are all over the streets and alleys.

If this continues, the wind hole of hell will open, and it will no longer be an individual who will die, but the entire city.

——This is human beings, meaningless except for the value of being played with.

—Pain, all kinds of pain; wailing, all kinds of wailing; wailing, all kinds of wailing.The shrill screams were like the never-ending cries of eagles on the cliff, pecking at the sinner's liver again and again.

——Overflow...overflow overover overover over over over over over over over over, over and over again seven, the liquid in the Holy Grail is about to overflow  …

A voice from nowhere surrounds me, the colors of the sky and the sun seem to be exchanged, blurred light and shadows intertwine like dizziness in front of my eyes, as if something deep in my heart is about to break through the barrier, I hear my heavy breathing, and my chest feels like Heavy suffocation.

"Hey! Why are you here? Are you okay?" The red-haired man who I saw in the curry shop dragged me into the shadow with half arms and half arms, and splashed cold water on my face. The action is extremely dry.

The overflowing feeling in my chest and stomach sent me heading straight for the nearest trash can, and I swore to be with it forever—before I spit out the contents of my stomach.

Unfortunately, there is actually nothing to spit out.

I don't have the physiological reaction of a living person, and wanting to vomit is just out of stress.

"I'm fine, Oda-san."

After retching for a while, I finally slowly returned to normal.Mr. Oda looked at me worriedly, until I wiped my mouth and straightened my back again, he frowned and asked, "Are you okay, this is the first time you see a dead person?"

I couldn't explain clearly that in addition to the dead, there were also undead and gradually degraded souls around me, so I could only nod my head in a general way.Maybe it's because I kept my character too well, he immediately shook his head in disapproval: "You shouldn't have come out of the shrine."

"The shrine is no longer safe, there are gangsters robbing supplies nearby, and my cat is lost." The smell of blood made me extremely painful, so I could only cover my mouth and nose with my palms to deceive myself in vain.

Mr. Oda sighed. He stuffed the things he had been holding into his waist and rubbed my head: "So do you have a place to go now? It's very dangerous to wander on the street like this."

If he shakes his head, probably the next sentence he will say is to find a way to help me arrange a safe place to hide.

But no, I saw what he had just stuffed behind his back - a pistol/gun.

Well...he's in more danger than I am in this situation.At least I can't die again, and this kind young man named Sakunosuke Oda is still alive.

"Thank you Oda-san, I can go to my friend. Although he is in the Saibo Street, he may know the way of survival better than me in this situation." Informing others of his whereabouts is also a means of reassuring them. At least don't let Mr. Oda have to worry about a person who he doesn't have to worry about in addition to his dangerous work.

It's not that I think highly of myself, but that Oda Sakunosuke is such a good person in the first place.

As expected, Mr. Oda loosened his frowning brows: "Well, my friends from Leibo Street? If it's a 'sheep', it's indeed much safer than staying by yourself." I took out the Chuya Nakahara I lent me The wristband gave him a glance, and Mr. Oda breathed a sigh of relief immediately: "I'll take you to Leibo Street, and then you can find a safe place to hide. As for your cat, I will help you take care of it."

"Thank you. That, Oda-san."

I think there is something I have to say.Although I don't like to judge other people's lifestyles, but...

"Mr. Oda, as a suggestion from a person with little experience... Since an employee does not want to do the job he used to do, and he refuses to leave the old company, the boss is also very embarrassed. Do you think there will be employees who make things difficult for the boss? Is it a good result?"

Not even the police would show up at a time like this, and he was walking around armed.Reminiscent of the extended meaning of "cleaner"... I probably understand what Mr. Oda does.

He froze for a moment, maybe I was too calm, maybe it was the cryptic remonstrance, a trace of surprise flashed on the face of the red-haired young man: "So, Mi Yin is very smart."

"...So is this the point? Mr. Oda! If you want to be a novelist, you must first be alive, and second, you must have a stable life. Otherwise, what kind of creation do you use? I'm not complaining!"

Are you a natural fool? !

"Well, just call me Oda, I will consider your suggestion, Miyin."

Sure enough, he showed that innocent blank expression, and I felt a little stuffy in my chest.

— What a genius who put this guy in mediation work!

Mr. Oda didn't seem to understand why I suddenly shut up and turned my face away from him, but he still led me through the city with that fugue expression.As I was walking, I found that something was wrong. This man was always able to avoid the imminent danger just right. Several times he suddenly changed the direction of travel, leaving all the explosions and stray bullets behind.

I thought of the "extraordinary ability" mentioned by Osamu Dazai. This ability to [-]% avoid danger should be one of them, right?

Is it...

It's not that Yokohama's feng shui is good, but that these people with supernatural powers are special, so they can easily see me and remember me?

Without time to think more, Oda Sakunosuke quickly sent me to the outskirts of Leibo Street, left my contact information and left in a hurry.I guess he just missed work for a while, and now he is in a hurry to go back to Yingmao.

——I hope he can stick to his ideals in this unfavorable situation. This is probably the most useful wish at present.