Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Sudden reunion with "Mr. Dean" is absolutely unexpected by Kurihara.

Because no matter how you look at it, the kind-hearted person who stays in the orphanage and disciplines the abandoned children has nothing in common with the black and evil forces in the other world. No matter how smart he is and how rich his associative ability is, he can't understand the truth.

What's more, Mori Ogai is also an existence that should not be underestimated.

For a man who is naturally thoughtful and knows what tolerance is, it is undoubtedly a very simple matter to hide his past experience.

Even if a curious feline tentatively stretches out its small paws, it can divert the attention of the other party in various ways, so as to achieve the ultimate goal of continuing to live a peaceful retirement life.

For example, feeding snacks, regular caressing, daily companionship and so on.

Anyway, the age difference between them is enough for him to deal with the precocious little guy with ease-unexpectedly, an accident almost wiped out all his efforts, revealing his past identity to the concealed object profoundly and intuitively posture.

That's right, he used to be the one who ruled Yokohama's underground world and stood at the top of the power pyramid of the port mafia.

However, due to the difference between the world and the timeline, it is obviously impossible for Mr. Bansen, the leader standing in front of the pink-haired boy, to have another memory of himself, so the two inevitably fall into an equal situation of mutual guessing.

Kurihara's reaction was obviously more intuitive.

After all, for him, the scene in front of him is no different from a big white rabbit (?) popping out of a wolf's den. The change of dress does not mean that the core turns black at the same time. Mr. Mori, whom he likes, is still helpful and good Dean image.

——Woo, I haven't seen each other for a few days, I really want to post with Mr. Dean.

The thoughts in his mind turned around quickly, and looking back, his most urgent desire still prevailed, and he could even temporarily ignore how dangerous the current environment was.

Anyway, the people he arranged will start to act soon~

Thinking of this, he became more and more unscrupulous, and even let go of the hands that lifted the hem of the skirt, allowing the soft cloth to slide down again, covering the special "weapon" hidden inside.

"Mr. Dean..."

He let out another pitiful cry, like a cat soaked by a storm that hit his head and face, he approached the man who could bring him warmth step by step.

That appearance can be regarded as a model of cats asking for adoption.

Whether the beauty wants to cry or not is definitely a pleasing picture.

Although Mr. Chief, who appeared at the right time, had long expected this, however, when he witnessed the complex emotions of nostalgia, dependence and admiration in the other party's eyes, he suddenly realized a strange sense of disobedience.

wrong.

Somewhere, it was completely the opposite of what he expected.

But rather than standing still in a daze, of course it is more in line with his habit to actively accept the new script and find out the route a little bit.

So under the gaze of his disciple's dissatisfied eyes, he calmly accepted a fairy cat who threw himself into his arms, stroked the top of the other's hair as if experienced, and pointed the guns at the person in his arms in shock They all trembled tremblingly, not knowing whether to retreat or not.

——What kind of internal secrets did they witness?

——The innocent girl who was targeted by Mr. Dazai turned around and fell into the arms of the leader... Your circle is really messed up, I don't understand.

——Speaking of which, hasn't the leader always emphasized that his orientation is a girl under the age of 12?

"Mr. Dean's embrace is so warm..."

Regardless of the thoughts of the onlookers, Kurihara put his forehead against the man's high-quality shirt, rubbed it back and forth like a good boy, and muttered to himself: "It smells good too..."

A small amount of smoke, a little shaving cologne, and a faint ink smell.

It is the taste that he is familiar with and belongs to Mr. Mori.

However, there is a slight difference somewhere inexplicably, but he is currently dazzled by joy, and he doesn't want to delve into too much, including whether the other party knows about the disaster caused by the "book"...

At present, the less you ask, the safer you are, and he doesn't want to attract punishment from Heaven again.

But this does not prevent him from "correctly" divergent thinking.

"Were you kidnapped by the port mafia?"

Before Mori Ogai could feel what it was like to have Wenxiang Nephrite in his arms, he saw "she" raised his face, showing sincere and understanding eyes, and comforted him in turn: "Please don't be afraid, I will take you with you." You left together."

"Leaving means...?" He restrained the subtle trembling of the corners of his lips, pretending to be puzzled.

As a result, the black-haired boy who disrupted the plan of catching the cat in the urn was very embarrassed, and burst out laughing on the spot, as if he was laughing at his poor acting skills, which should not be embarrassing at all.

Unexpectedly, before his old face could be lost, the person in his arms began to fight back with vengeance: "Of course, stay away from Mr. Dazai's sight. Let me tell you, this person is so twisted that he actually killed Alice in front of me." It's dead, wow, super scary-"

"First the phone threat, and then the guy who came to kidnap you, what are you talking about?" Osamu Dazai, who is both a cat and a black mud, naturally didn't want to suffer, and immediately revealed the other party's crimes to the bottom of the sky, and let him go. Expose to the sun.

Everything he said is true, but due to the lack of evidence, it sounds like a primary school chicken throwing dirty water indiscriminately.

Kurihara, on the other hand, insisted on erasing the traces of his rebellion, even if it took some extra effort, just to be able to calmly deal with the current situation.

So he followed the path of the play, pretended to be innocent with a pair of round cat eyes open, and said in a long voice to the sweetheart in front of him, "Look, Mr. Dazai started talking nonsense again——"

"..."

Mr. Chief was watching the two cats scratching each other with mixed joy and sorrow, not knowing what expression to show.

Osamu Dazai is his only student. Words such as clever, cunning, and unpredictable are not enough to describe his wisdom. He is a very difficult little guy who always takes the lead and dominates over others , so uncomfortable.

The attitude towards him can only be called respect on the surface.

He could predict that he couldn't suppress it for too long, just like holding a double-edged sword in his hand. Sooner or later, his fingers would be cut by the gradually sharpening blade, and even his throat would be cut.

Just as he had done to the previous leaders.

For this reason, after accidentally discovering the existence of Chuya in the Central Plains, he took an opportunity to incorporate it into the port mafia, and used his teacher's theory that "diamonds can only be polished with diamonds" to let the fighting faction and the brain power faction collide with each other. Try to achieve a balanced state.

But it turns out that this is not enough, far from enough to suppress the fledgling Osamu Dazai.

to this end……

He looked at the person in his arms, showed a loving expression, and patiently echoed: "In this case, you should show some evidence so that he has nothing to say."

... A new helper is necessary.

Unlike his rebellious students, if Kurihara Yuru had desires beyond normal for him (or Alice), it would be tantamount to offering up his own weaknesses and letting him control them at will.

A cat with a collar is no different from a canine.

What he needs to find out now is how much the other party can tolerate for him - even if he doesn't have superhuman planning ability like Dazai-kun, it doesn't matter, anyway, the other end of the balance has been put into the martial arts faction by him, so he can make up for it to some extent Inadequacies.

"Eh? Finding evidence for something you haven't done is like proving that 'I' is 'me'. It's a difficult thing to do." The pink-haired boy grumbled and complained.

In the end, he still didn't forget to tilt his head, pitifully awakening the compassion of the man in front of him: "So, can I not do it?"

Probably because of the sweetheart standing beside him, his coquettish nature is fully exposed, each syllable is mixed with a lot of sweet elements, and it sounds light and uplifting.

So even those almost accusatory lines in front of him unconsciously exude cuteness, not to mention that he is maliciously acting cute.

Regardless of whether the immediate boss can withstand such an offensive, at least from the perspective of the onlookers, they are completely defeated, and they just want to nod unconditionally and say yes, so as to satisfy "her" little wish.

——Isn’t it just to get rid of Mr. Dazai’s unreasonable troubles! Boss, you should say something for her, don't play the old fritters balance tactics!

As expected, their great leader squeezed his jaw, pretending to be incredulous: "Well..."

"boom--!"

"Boom, boom——!!!"

Before the triangular (?) dispute in the house was resolved, the house they were in suddenly shook violently, as if a magnitude [-] earthquake had broken out, and they wanted to crush the whole building into scattered pieces.

Since Japan is an earthquake-prone country, and the black suits are well-trained and psychologically strong, of course they will not flee in panic like ordinary citizens, but stand still like nails on their feet, waiting for the next instruction from their superiors .

Osamu Dazai, who loves death the most, took the lead in sticking his head out of the window, looking left and right, and then sighed slowly: "Wow, what a big battle, probably using gunpowder or something like that to create momentum... um , No, the arms trade in Yokohama is under our control, there can be no loopholes, unless—”

He sniffed the smell in the air with the tip of his high nose, and didn't continue talking, but when he looked back at the pink-haired "girl", his smiling eyes said everything.

Kurihara was too lazy to respond to his provocation, and simply grabbed the narrow waist of the man in front of him like a koala and refused to let go, muttering words in his mouth, a standard victim posture.

"Mr. Dean, this place is so scary, there are people committing terrorist attacks..."

"When the bad guys rush in, let's push Mr. Dazai out. Anyway, he's lucky, big, fateful, and he won't die!"

"Are you right?"

"..." Mr. Chief, who was choked by the cat fight for the second time today and was speechless, couldn't help silently helping his forehead.

These two little guys are not too compatible, right?It's really a bit big to play, but it's a good opportunity to investigate.

But one thing has become very clear.

The cat's preference is indeed a unique, unique and rare item in the world.

In other words - he picked up the treasure.

The remaining question is how to polish and use it without causing waste.