Mori Chef's self-cultivation

How could an adult not be a bit of a showman?

If Kurihara had no main request, maybe Mr. First would really play a scene of licking blood from the wound to increase the intimacy between the two.But once he was said first, things seemed to change, as if following his pace would mean falling into a disadvantage and losing control.

This is undoubtedly the last result that the elderly who are extremely controlling want to face.

So the man behind the desk maintained a decent personality, took out the disinfectant and bandages from the drawer and did a simple treatment for the cat's paws, and finally tied a beautiful bow at the end, which was regarded as taking care of the hobbies of the women's clothing boss.

"Mr. She, remember to go early and return early."

He didn't ask about the origin of the wound, and at this moment he still used a tone that could not distinguish between joy and anger, and said flatly: "Don't make me wait too long."

"Got it, Mr. Mori is so wordy~" The cat owner who was taken care of properly showed no gratitude at all, turned around and ran out of the office, and then grabbed the door frame as if his conscience had discovered him, and blew him a kiss before leaving .

——Well, if it wasn't for being squeezed too hard, it should have been a different situation, right?

The pink-haired boy who has completed his lifelong career can't help but feel melancholy. He always feels that his state is not right, and he can't lift his spirits. It can only be attributed to overwork-although so far, he It seemed like he hadn't done anything serious, but Alice said that he just returned from a mission, so it's better to just treat it as real.

It seems that the so-called social animals are prone to ED due to excessive pressure, and it is true that he has had a similar experience... Oh no, he will spend the rest of his life like this in the future, right?

Just imagining it can't help but feel a chill, Kurihara quickly diverted his attention to think about the "abnormality".

The memory fragments and the state similar to the ghost press (?) he encountered before have already sounded the alarm for him, and another major discovery he saw while bandaging the wound is probably the most intuitive evidence, enough to show that everything is not true. He was hallucinating.

He raised his arm, turned his eyes from the perfectly processed palm straps to the skin on the side, and clearly saw the light blue numbers that seemed to be imprinted in his bones and blood.

Different from ordinary tattoos, that thing looks like a new structure that grows out of the nerves, and it blends into it very naturally, it doesn't make people feel awkward at all, and even has a bit of cool beauty.However, according to his intuition, this is definitely not a cute gadget, it is more like a countdown to a bomb that is about to detonate or a monster that takes people's lives, full of a sense of danger that makes him uncomfortable.

His footsteps stopped accordingly.

Speaking of which, instead of asking Zhongya Nakahara and starting a turtle-like investigation from the beginning, it would be better to go to the ultimate anti-power user with "disqualification in the world" to try to solve it quickly, and then deduce the whole thing in reverse Passing through is the most efficient way.

The only difficulty right now is... can Dazai Osamu really help him?Even if suppressed by force, the risk of being ridiculed is unavoidable.

Alas, so he concluded a long time ago that he and a guy with similar attributes must have an offense.

The heart player who didn't want to face the reality curled his lips, and then realized another big problem, and immediately muttered to himself solemnly, "Oops, I seem to... don't know where their office is? Seriously I couldn't have been tricked by Mr. Sen, right?"

In a sense, Xiaofenmao, who was close to the core truth, vaguely felt as if a sign with the words "victim" had been inserted above his head.

As a last resort, he could only grab the black suit who was in charge of guarding in the corridor, and show him the most sincere commercial smile, trying to make his help-seeking look more normal, so as not to be suspected of being a road idiot sent by other organizations spy.

"—Suddenly my feet hurt so much, please carry me to the office of the Dazai officer behind my back, if you dare to refuse, I will kill you."

"Good, good!"

Under such a simple and easy-to-approach order, the threatened party, out of the survival instinct in human bones, hurriedly lowered his body to serve as a temporary mount, and carried the cat owner, who was not easy to serve, to the forbidden area of ​​Hong Kong, which is known as a place of death. .Of course, when the "unloading" work was completed, the man hurriedly resigned, staying away from the next cat-to-cat scene that might turn into hell.

Kurihara Wataru was also ready to fight a tough battle. In order to appear more polite, he knocked on the door symbolically to show his intention of coming.

"Excuse me, Dazai-kun, I want to—"

"come in."

Unexpectedly, the black-haired young man who was standing by the window, not knowing whether he was looking at the scenery or the dumbfounded one, finished his lines for him. His attitude was not as frivolous as usual, but he was falling heavily, with an indescribably rare calmness. "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait for me?" Hearing this, he repeated suspiciously, and couldn't help but look up and down at the person in front of him, feeling that everything was becoming more and more mysterious.

In his impression, the two are definitely not in a mode of getting along that can sit down and have a good conversation. Every time they meet, they must be accompanied by overt and covert confrontations, trying to consolidate their unique dominance—the so-called one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers (meow), exactly , anyway, the two of them are destined not to coexist peacefully.

Probably aware of his hesitation, Osamu Dazai, who seemed to have not slept for a long time, took the lead to sit down on the sofa in the room, and at the same time covered the exposed iris eyes with the back of his hand, and invited in a very sleepy voice: "Don't be stupefied." Don't move, I want to solve this situation more than you, and continue to sleep peacefully..."

"Could it be that you succeeded in committing suicide? You actually used that kind of expression." The beautiful figure in a long skirt finally stepped into the room, grumbling unceremoniously, subconsciously relieving the overly weird atmosphere.At the same time, his eyes remained on the bandages covering the face of the black-haired boy, trying to dig out the few fragments of memory left in his mind.

——In my impression, this guy's habit is to tie his left eye, why did he suddenly switch to his right eye?Could it be that he looked in the mirror on the opposite side?

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, and he doesn't think it's just a "mistake".

"It was successful, but unfortunately, Mr. Mori woke me up again for revenge."

The overly lethargic young man chuckled lightly as if mocking himself.It was obviously a joke-like remark, but due to the low air pressure surging around him, there was a convincing sense of seriousness, and he had to endure and continue to listen to what he had to say.

He did not disappoint either, and quickly delivered crucial information.

"Although I haven't had direct contact with you before, I know things about you very well. With Kurihara-kun's brainpower, it should be easy to guess what I'm referring to."

"to be honest--"

Up to now, even if it was a very serious occasion, Kurihara was still not sure if he was playing with himself, so he could only point to his temple, and responded helplessly with half truth and half lie: "I really failed my trust, There seems to be something missing in my head, and it's not so bright."

"Sure enough, "it" hides its own information... Sigh, it's too troublesome to explain from the beginning, so let me point out a shortcut for you. "

Maybe it was really tired, the black-haired boy let go of his bad habit of being a fool, rubbed his sore forehead, and looked at a certain place in the void with slightly gloomy kite-colored eyes, as if muttering to himself. He said softly: "You need to go back to the original "origin".No matter how much memory is lost, Mr. Mori has painstakingly hidden the truth, and it is absolutely impossible to forget that place and the key person you have to meet. "

"Someone somewhere..." If it was someone else uttering such a sly line, the player with a heart who is used to strong winds and waves probably wouldn't want to think about it at all, only thinking that the other party was talking nonsense, but facing Osamu Dazai was full of abnormality, but he couldn't take it as a joke, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

——Does his "origin" refer to the orphanage?On this basis, "someone" must refer to...

"...the dean?"

For some reason, when the corresponding vocabulary was naturally combined in his mouth, there was a buzzing sound in his head, like the sharp whistle that pierced the eardrum when he suddenly had tinnitus, which made his face pale, and subconsciously changed his words: " No, it's Dunjun, it must be Dunjun..."

"It seems that the defense mechanism has not been cracked, which proves that Mr. Mori has not been exhausted to the point of being unable to support it." The young cadre during the conversation hooked the corners of his lips, feeling as if his mood had improved, and accidentally exposed the fact that he built happiness. The cruel nature of lack of empathy comes on top of the suffering of others.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he is the same kind of person as his former teacher, and if he pretends to be sympathetic, it will only remind people of adjectives such as "the rabbit dies and the fox is sad", right?

Instead of being hypocritical, it's better to let each other live more comfortably.

What's more, he is a pure victim right now, and it should be considered a very reasonable expression to vent his dissatisfaction a little bit.

Thinking of this, his smile became brighter and brighter, gradually diluting his age-inappropriate gloom, and getting closer to the genuine (?) bandage spirit in Kurihara Tsuru's impression.

"That's right, if Dun Jun knew that he was almost excluded by you, he would be very sad."

Before being questioned, the black-haired boy dismissed the topic of "Mr. Mori" in an understatement, picked up the serious business again, shrugged and continued: "It's more straightforward to visit him than to ask me. By the way, the road leading to the outside should be cut off, it seems that I have to reconnect it for you."

After all, he moved his long and slender fingers symbolically, like a competitor about to perform piano music on stage. After warming up, he slowly stood up and walked towards the next stage.

Just touching the wall with your fingertips, the supposedly hard material melted like a flimsy piece of paper that had been attacked by strong acid, and the gray residue kept falling down, quickly forming a space enough for two people to walk side by side. width.

Perhaps because he didn't move his palm away, the sudden "door" continued to expand, and began to extend outward, devouring the green scenery inside the courtyard, assimilating it into burnt paper, and heading towards the unknown The area spread straight, and it looked quite destructive and special.

"Will Kurihara-kun still bear my weight after losing his power?"

Compared with simple confirmation, every syllable from his mouth is closer to knowingly provocative, and even the slight tilt of his head is tainted with a bit of anger, "If we can't do it, the two of us This one will be caught soon and get into trouble—ah, to be precise, it’s your fate alone, after all, I’ve already managed to sleep peacefully.”

"Sure enough, it's hard for me to regard you as an ally at any time." Appreciating the magical transformation together, the pink-haired boy in women's clothing kicked off the exquisite high heels under his feet, and stepped on them with his bare white feet. The floor adapts to the real cool touch.

However, according to the scene created by the other party, it is estimated that when walking through that passage, there will be no pain at all, right?

He turned his ankles slowly, as if he didn't hear the sudden noise outside the door, how many people were ready to rush in to stop him from leaving, and he even had enough time to tear off most of the skirt and picked up the soft material. Cloth joked to the figure not far away: "In my opinion, Dazai-kun might as well use it as a miniskirt, but it barely fits the role you are waiting for."

"Hey - how can there be a 'princess' in a miniskirt? It's too funny." The black-haired boy who accepted the new identity without barriers opened his arms, like an iris growing on a cliff, and would follow the breeze. Shaky and trembling, as if there was a possibility of falling off the branch at any time.

So even his voice became ethereal, as if he had given up the desire to survive, without the slightest nostalgia, "Don't test me, this place is really suitable for jumping. If you fall on your back, you will end up falling." The scenery in my eyes is really beautiful..."

"Stop talking stupid things, you ignorant guy."

Kurihara came to his side with light steps, without using much strength at all, he lifted his frail body in a standard princess hugging posture.Both of them can be regarded as the type who can rely on their faces to make a living. At the moment, just looking at the appearance, they have a sense of gender-inverted love, but it is a pity that the CP feeling supported by their appearance will be ruined as soon as they speak.

"There are so many beautiful scenery in the world, especially after you have a relationship, no matter where your sweetheart stands, it will be a beautiful scenery painting. Ah, speaking of it..."

Perhaps thinking of the most fatal blow, the little devil exuding love breath looked down at the dark guy in his arms with two invisible horns on his head, and then added maliciously: "The Dazai-kun who has successfully 'sleeped' , should still be a single dog who has never been in a relationship? What a pity—”

Probably because the chat time was too long, almost at the same moment when his voice fell, the door was pierced by the impatient and ferocious ability outside, and then it was thrown aside like a vicious dog tearing the prey's defense line, and said " Boom" with a loud bang.

"Let go of Mr. Dazai, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you." The black-clothed boy who walked into the room first covered his mouth and nose with one hand, so as to prevent the dust from flying in and irritating his fragile lungs.But such actions just highlighted his dark and violent eyes. If his eyes could kill, his anger at this moment might be enough to split the air and tear the guy who dared to kidnap the teacher into countless pieces.

He turned into a black beast through the ability of the hem of his clothes, and opened his mouth full of pitch-black fangs behind him, silently creating a terrifying atmosphere.

If it weren't for the influence of "some kind of" invisible idea, even if he knew that the target had an unusually intimate relationship with his immediate superior, he wouldn't let his offensive go lightly at this moment, appease the other party's cross-line behavior, and had already manipulated "Luo Sheng" "door" pierces the perpetrator's chest in an instant, and will never say a word of nonsense.

From his point of view, Osamu Dazai, who has the ability to eliminate, can be immune to his own offensive, which means that he doesn't have to limit his bellicose factor.

The person who knew his true nature couldn't help but pressed his forehead, and felt a little out of power, "Mr. Akutagawa is still as reckless as ever. From this point of view, joining the Armed Detective Agency is the wisest choice for him, at least Oda As a caretaker, it can be a little better..."

Neither he nor his teacher was a qualified teacher by any means, it was a failure.

——Compared with Oda Saku, the two of them are completely negative examples... Aren't Yumeno Hisaku who was locked in the small black room and the guy who is holding him now are excellent examples?

#今天的织吹still in the praise of Amway#

The pink-haired boy who felt that he was affected by the connotation secretly folded his arms and squeezed the already thin back of the person in his arms, so that he had to temporarily block the precise attack in his brain, and then emphasized with a smile : "Mr. Sen is the best, what do you know?"

"Nonsense, it's clearly Mr. Dazai...!" The incumbent kitchen chef who subconsciously retorted had a stress reaction, and the beast floating behind him rushed forward, trying to bite off the man who dared to speak nonsense (?) to him Damn guy, but the next moment, a hand from behind pressed his shoulder, stopping his impulsive behavior.

The black beast with condensed abilities was covered with a layer of red light, and was suppressed and deviated from the planned trajectory. It bit the solid wooden sofa as if venting its anger, causing it to shatter into two pieces with a hiccup.

It is conceivable that if this blow is successful, the pink-haired boy will be separated from his body on the spot, and he will end up dying in a coma.

But now he just watched the target person turn around and slip away. Not only was he unharmed, but he also took the instructor as a hostage, and quickly moved away from his sight along the clear route cleared by "Disqualification in the World".The most exasperating thing is that, as if deliberately avoiding being followed by others, the miraculous scene disappeared inch by inch with Kurihara Tsutomu's footsteps, and transformed into a normal appearance again, and even the broken walls were restored.

If he has played games or knows how to program computers, he will definitely feel that there is a visual sense of bug intrusion-that is a complete cheating game!

Of course, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who survived by fighting since he was a child, didn't have the time to play with those things, so now he can only turn around and look angrily at the orange-haired boy who stopped him, "Mr. Stop it!"

"I don't want to create a picture of blood flowing into a river."

Whether it was due to the influence of "some" strong idea, or his own judgment, they all came to the same conclusion, now he lowered the brim of his hat, and said in an almost certain tone: "He will not betray. Don't hurt your life, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the 'superior'."

"—Just let him go."

"It's really unbelievable..."

On the other side, the humanoid bug who was being hugged and ran hooked Kurihara Sher's back neck with one hand to maintain balance, took the opportunity to observe the situation behind him, and found that no pursuers followed him, and immediately expressed emotion in a tone mixed with regret and surprise , "Although I know that you are a special existence to Mr. Mori, but I didn't expect it to be so important."

"I didn't see how much he cared—" he muttered unconvinced.From his point of view, first of all, Mr. Wang regards him as a useful tool man (cat) at most. It can't be said that he doesn't care, but it is completely different from the pampering he wants.

Even if he was given many privileges, it was not an unreserved sense of trust, and he was treated as a lover.

If even dating and going to bed are used as bargaining chips to win over him, wouldn't it be too sad in the future?He didn't choose to like each other for physical pleasure!

Unlike canine creatures who lick until they have nothing left, cat owners who pursue the taste of being loved begin to feel uncomfortable, and ghost ideas to reverse the situation keep flashing in their minds.

——Just follow the original plan and lock people into the small black room!

Separated from the turmoil of the outside world, Mr. Mori, who can only focus on him, and even needs to ask him for help, is obviously too cute.

Little Fenmao, who consciously grasped the correct way to open love, nodded secretly, completely unaware that Osamu Dazai in his arms was raising his head, looking up at the clear sky above his head that seemed bright but actually had a winding crack hidden, and then sighed leisurely : "Isn't this completely planted..."

Only he who has grasped the truth understands that the space they are currently in is actually closer to the world of mental images, and all the thoughts of their masters are hidden in countless details.The most obvious is the projected characters, who obviously act as managers and guards in the consciousness layer, knowing that the world is crumbling and about to collapse, but still unwilling to hurt the "outsiders" who enter it, which is enough to prove everything.

——It seems too frivolous to describe it as liking, and it seems more appropriate to use the name of "love".

——The Mr. Mori he knew was loving the child he raised with all his heart.