Waking up in Taitun

11.

When Osamu Dazai left the chief's room, he had a dull and emotionless expression on his face. He glanced at the white tiger being charged in the iron cage, and his eyes were condescending. Iris has never been a warm color that can convey emotions, so The subordinates on one side of the iron cage touched the line of sight and trembled in their hearts, and did not look at it with the line of sight under the sunglasses.

"Mr. Mori will really trouble me."

He walked two steps closer, squatted down, stretched out his hand and tapped the material of the cage, and his tone was very casual. When the white tiger in the air smelled his approaching scent, it took two steps closer to him, but it After moving twice, Mori Ogai, who was previously blocked by Osamu Dazai, suddenly appeared in his sight.

The tiger stood on the spot, its claws were sharp, its bright yellow vertical pupils locked on a certain figure and began to fade away. Because of Dazai's purple look, it became fierce again, and it let out a very deep howl in a low voice—— At first glance, it seemed that he was showing hostility towards Osamu Dazai in front of him again.

Osamu Dazai reached into the cage with one hand, and the gap between the cages where the wild beasts were held was enough for him to get in and out with one hand. He took out a single finger and nodded the white tiger's head, using moderate force , watching Ziyi turned upside down before lowering his eyes to look at the blood stained on the cub's claws, the 'club' was not for nothing, Osamu Dazai thought nonchalantly, and then glanced at the man in black suit behind the cage hands, after getting closer, the slight smell of blood was no longer weak.

Hey, this little guy seems to have a good face for him, and his bad mood suddenly turned better for a mess of reasons, Osamu Dazai turned his eyes and thought, I don’t know what the wound hidden under the sleeve is like, he has no experience Thinking of how the cub’s claws and canine teeth hurt other people, he thought about it and looked at the docile cub with its claws and a completely different viciousness from before. Later, in front of him, he became more and more aware of how to control his strength. Could it be that there was something wrong with his education policy?Osamu Dazai thought with difficulty.

He was just thinking about it without distraction, while under the watchful eyes of Mori Ogai, he touched a long thin wire from nowhere, and unlocked the cage with a click.

Mori Ogai didn't look for anything to stop him, he just smiled and watched the fierce-looking cub who met his gaze being dragged out of the door by Osamu Dazai at will.

Osamu Dazai didn't make a sound, and after leaving the chief's room, he began to wander aimlessly. There were subordinates in black suits on the road who were either unfamiliar or familiar, hesitating whether to say hello, and while he was still hesitating, Osamu Dazai passed by. They left.

He really walked casually, holding a young white tiger in his arms, looking like he was doing nothing, wandering around like a veteran cadre.

It's probing, Mori Ogai's probing, Osamu Dazai thought in his heart as he walked.

He lowered his eyes to look at the cub in his arms, who was inexplicably depressed because he was restrained in the cage before, and recalled that when he released the cub from the cage, it seemed that there was no wound on his body except for the wound left by the clubhouse. What a new injury, it seems that those guys who didn't let the leader send over took advantage of it.

Osamu Dazai quietly changed his gaze. On the outside, he was just watching the white tiger in his arms walking forward with lowered eyes, but inside he was thinking about something deeper.

The probing or vigilant action should have happened earlier, Osamu Dazai relaxed his frown, and began to think about Mori Ogai again.

However, if we come back, the reason for this behavior must be the credit of the phone call. Osamu Dazai showed a little joy of success, and lost contact with Chuya for a short time, unable to understand the situation there, thinking for a long time I couldn't find any other clues, only traces of my phone call. Perhaps Mr. Sen originally wanted to find out about the phone call from him.

Well, Mr. Dan Mori probably guessed that he would not say anything, so he could only look for something to warn him, hoping that he would behave better. Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai suddenly felt a little funny. He recalled that the other party was sitting at the mahogany table With arms crossed and smiling all the time.

Forget it, Osamu Dazai thought, there are no major mistakes in the current situation, the communication like Chuya can’t be restored in a short time, and the sniper outside Ango’s room has also sent someone to solve it, if Odasaku still wants to go If you were looking for clues, you wouldn't be in danger at the very beginning. Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai sighed helplessly. He remembered the news from Hirotsu Yanagi that Oda Sakunosuke got up early in the morning and went to the hotel to continue looking for news. intelligence.

How should I put it, it really is Odasaku's character, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and thought, but he is also sending someone to check on Gide's movements, but he is also controlling not to let the two of them Meeting, although it is impossible to control and change their trajectory for a long time, Osamu Dazai estimates the time from the previous phone call to the present... It is almost enough, at least before remembering the meeting between Oda Saku and Gide guided by Mr. Lisen , that guy will be able to rush back.

The cadre hummed his own messy tune in a good mood, and stroked the cub's fur.The young man has a strong figure, and he can walk a long way with strides. He glanced at the familiar but unfamiliar scenes around him, and didn't pay attention, just walking along with the sex.

The young man made sure of his plan in his heart, and after confirming that there would be nothing wrong, he let out a sigh of relief and relaxed. His mind was relaxed and he moved to the cub that was controlled by Mori Ogai and locked in the cage earlier.

Osamu Dazai turned his hands to look at the limp white tiger after it came out of the cage, and watched the cub avoid his eyes with some amusement: "What are you doing?" He pawed the cub The tiger's head manually controlled the cub to look at him, touching his chin with a thoughtful look on his face, "There's no need to be so depressed, I knew it would happen a long time ago."

The young man rumpled the hair on the top of the white tiger's head with his hands, his eyes darkened for a moment after thinking of something, and he said softly: "He has long wanted to find an opportunity to come over to demonstrate to me, but you just happened to bump into someone who was regarded as a It's just a handle."

Everything went according to the plan without any small mistakes, and Osamu Dazai was not in the mood to be unhappy. Although he had expected Mr. Mori to use the white tiger to do something early in the morning, but now it seems that this simple demonstration is not enough. There was not such a big movement as he expected before, so now Dazai Osamu looked at the wrinkled tiger face and the eyes closed by the young tiger, and said amusedly: "Isn't it just being locked up by them once."

He shook the white tiger, looked at the cub with a slight slit, with a young and cheerful smile on his face: "I won't blame you." He said.

The cub heard his voice and blinked at him in a daze—this was different from before.

In the clubhouse before, especially the first time or two when it shrank in place facing those guys, the boy's face was expressionless, and the cub remembered those moments.

It remembers the gentle force when the boy's fingertips touched his forehead. At that time, Osamu Dazai's expression was light and dark, his eyes were dark, and he said softly: "If this level of If the opponent just hurts you, you're worthless."

When he said such words, there was a very cold look in his eyes, which was different from the usual feeling when playing with him.

But now Osamu Dazai put his hand on the cub's forehead, humming a soft tune, he moved his sight away, and landed on the surrounding environment which seemed a little strange.

"You won't stay here for too long." He said softly, "You will go back soon."

Going back, where are you going back, the cub raised his eyes and saw the cadre's jaw, the boy's voice continued to sound.

"You shouldn't be here," he said, "The white tiger shouldn't be here."

The cub couldn't understand what he was talking about, but felt that Dazai Osamu was very talkative today, and he laughed in front of it, so the cub let out a soft cry.

It screamed softly, and loosened its claws to scratch the corner of the boy's clothes, so Osamu Dazai's eyes fell on him again.

The young man quietly looked into Zijin's eyes, paused, and sighed for no reason.

"Speaking of it, you seem to be a variable." He tapped the cub's head and said with a smile, "Obviously, you were not in that memory."

When Osamu Dazai stopped at the end, what he saw was a scene he had never seen before. He walked completely at will, so he bypassed the past road and opened up a new route.

A river appeared in front of the boy and the tiger, a ribbon-like river, with the light from the sky reflected on it, and Osamu Dazai saw that the river was shining brightly with sparkling waves.

The breeze blows the fallen leaves, and Osamu Dazai lowers his eyes for no reason to feel that this scene is somewhat familiar. He puts his hand on his chin, and he likes the quiet atmosphere, so the cadres don't care about the dust on the grass. He found a convenient place to sit down.

The moment he let go of his grip, the white tiger jumped out of his arms and jumped to the side. After the boy sat down on the grass, it leaned against the boy and lay down on his side.Osamu Dazai glanced at the scenery around the Tsurumi River leisurely, shifting his eyes to look at it leisurely, so the cub came down briskly and looked at everything around him that looked interesting in its eyes with a bit of novel eyes. thing.

The cub's claws fiddled with the few blades of grass in front of him tirelessly. It stretched out its claws to press down on the blade of grass that seemed obtrusive compared to its surroundings, and then moved its claws little by little cautiously. Looking at the thing I was holding down, it moved its head closer and its eyes very close, so at a certain moment when the tiger's claws moved and released a little force, the blade of grass that had been pressed down suddenly appeared. The toughness popped out in the direction of the tiger's claw loosening force——

Osamu Dazai heard the cub whimpering in pain, and when he turned to look, the cub was stretching out its left paw to press his eye. Stand tall.

Due to the reaction force, the blade of grass flashed at the purple gold eyes very quickly. The force was not strong, and it could even be said to be weak. Naturally, the cubs are not afraid of this kind of pediatric force, but the eyes are biologically fragile after all. When the white tiger recovered from the pain, his eyes became tearful due to the stimulation of the blade of grass.

It stared at the blade of grass with some trepidation, paused on the spot, and suddenly swung its claws at a very fast speed to press it hard. After pressing it, it paused for a moment, remembering the previous unpreparedness After experiencing the pain, the left paw holding the blade of grass was a little stiff, so he kept that posture motionless, as if he had been immobilized by some magical ability.

The cub stood there for a few seconds, as if trying to think about what to do next, and then just jumped up like a spring the moment his left paw was released—right towards Osamu Dazai. In this direction, Osamu Dazai was watching this guy's stupidity with great interest, and was caught off guard when the white mass in his sight suddenly enlarged, but he couldn't react, so the white tiger slammed straight into it.

Osamu Dazai, who was bumped into the face by the white tiger, smiled angrily, and stretched out his hand to grab the cub by the back of the neck and brought the little guy over. Before he could speak, he saw the cub looking at the blade of grass that had been crushed by it in amazement. Standing up again, his eyes are wide open, with the tears that were stimulated earlier, at first glance, he looks a little cute and cute, but with the picture of the blade of grass, it looks funny again.

Osamu Dazai casually pinched the root of the blade of grass, picked up the brittle blade of grass and began to play with the white tiger. What he picked up was the tail of the blade of grass, with some green juice on his hand, the tip of the blade of grass Sweeping back and forth at the tip of the cub's nose, it felt itchy just looking at it. The white tiger stretched out its claws and tried to pull the blades of grass, but failed several times. How could Osamu Dazai, who was having fun, let Satisfied, he easily avoided the tip of his claws and continued to make trouble. The fussy cub sneezed several times in a row and stared round, trying to pounce on him before giving up.

He let go of his hand, and the blades of grass quietly flew down from his fingertips, but the white tiger refused to follow him, struggling to escape from his grasp, bumped into the boy's arms and started to bite. , was raised by Osamu Dazai for a period of time during its growth period, coupled with the astonishing growth rate of the beast during its growth period, it can now easily break free from Osamu Dazai's hands, and it can also use its own momentum to straighten the place where it was sitting at will. Osamu Dazai by the river was pushed to the ground.

The white tiger stood on the boy's chest with its paws, and approached Dazai Osamu's ear with a roar that seemed arrogant but intimate. It stretched out its claws, and stepped on the boy's face with its soft inner side, watching Dazai Osamu lying down In the end, there was nothing to struggle to sit up again, and then he moved closer to look at the boy's face with some doubts.

After lying down, Osamu Dazai looked up and saw the endless sky, the sky was vast and boundless with a very crisp and clear blue. When he looked at the vast sky, something in his heart suddenly became looser, and his inexplicable mood became happy again.

The white tiger came closer and stomped on his face with its front paws. It was very soft. Osamu Dazai didn't like soft things. He wanted to get closer to something cool and icy, such as knives. Whether it's a gun, it's a bit cold, something that can turn the boiling blood in his body cold.

But maybe it was because the breeze was blowing just right, or maybe it was because the sky was really beautiful when lying on the ground on his back, whatever the reason, Osamu Dazai became sluggish due to the influence of those surroundings, so he didn't push the white tiger away, Let it make noise to step on his chest and pull his collar.

The white tiger made a fuss for a while, and was infected with the laziness of Dazai Osamu, so he swept his tail wearily, and simply lay down on the cadre's chest.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Although it is true that I am showing tolerance for you, but you really just climbed up the pole immediately without hesitation? ?

Osamu Dazai, who was feeling a little breathless under the pressure of the cub on his chest, thought expressionlessly, and then raised the white tiger and threw it aside with a wooden face in the next second.

The young tiger was stunned for a few seconds, turned around to look at Osamu Dazai, but Osamu Dazai didn't look at it, but felt that his breathing was smooth and he was happy physically and mentally after getting this guy away.But within a few seconds, the white tiger jumped back to Dazai's chest on its furry paws. It didn't lie down quickly this time, but just stood on the chest to look at Dazai's face. It came closer, and Dazai even felt it The cub's breath smacked his cheek.

"You're so heavy, I can't breathe anymore," Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand to catch the white tiger again, and complained, "Come down quickly."

His outstretched hand did not lift up the grass that the cub threw aside as before. The cub seemed to understand it and jumped off the boy's chest—it came to the side of the boy's cheek and moved closer. Osamu Dazai leaned against his shoulders, and the white tiger's hair was itchy in the wind, sweeping Osamu Dazai's face, but Osamu Dazai was quiet for a while, and did not rush the white tiger to change places.

When the cub was lying on the boy's chest, it wasn't really heavy, and it wasn't so heavy that it would make him feel uncomfortable... Osamu Dazai looked at the sky lazily, a small piece of bright blue color reflected in his kite eyes, But when the weight of the white tiger falls on his heart, it will give him an illusion, the illusion that there is something that seems to be by his side.

The weight sometimes brings a little unbearable, but sometimes the obvious presence brings a little peace of mind. Osamu Dazai doesn't want to think about the real reason why he pushes away when the white tiger is pressing on his chest. Just don't like it.Whether it's physical contact or psychological proximity, he doesn't like it.

Osamu Dazai breathed lightly, and the white tiger curled up lazily by his side, wagging its tail. In fact, he knew in his heart why he didn't want the white tiger to stand on his chest like that, Dazai thought again, But it doesn't matter whether he admits it or not, he closed his eyes and quietly thought about the next thing.

After Nakaya returns, he can solve the future troubles of mimic as planned. For Odasaku, his personality is probably better to leave the port mafia. Ango doesn't need to think too much, and there will be no accidents according to the direction of the original memory. If so, it will return to the original organization, right? Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, and saw a row of white birds in the sky, flapping their wings, flying recklessly.

He doesn't care too much about the identity of Ango's spy. After all, Osamu Dazai doesn't have much sense of belonging to the port mafia. If you have the opportunity to meet Ango working in another organization, maybe you can chat a little bit about it.

——The three of them were not originally drinking partners because of their respective identities or pasts, but they often accompanied some boring moments in that tavern under the guidance of unknown people, and they might be called friends.Whether it is identity or status, those are things that have nothing to do with the friendship itself.

Although the opportunity to clink glasses with Ango might be rare in the future, Osamu Dazai thought helplessly, after all, positions can sometimes cause people a little trouble.

He lay down by the river and let out a sigh, a little slack, so he put on a posture of closing his eyes and relaxing.

If everything can be smoothly changed to a different ending from that memory, and Oda Saku and his children get rid of the shadow of death, it seems that there is nothing much to worry about. He thought quietly, but his thoughts suddenly paused for a moment.

The breeze gently blows the hair on one side of Osamu Dazai's cheek, together with the fluffy hair of the cub curled up on the side of his neck, gently sweeping the boy's cheek, it is a little itchy, but not so irritating that Dazai The extent to which Ji stretched out his hand to relieve the itching brought a very pleasant sense of relief. Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and he recalled the memory that was quietly turned up that night. That memory ended with a gunshot and ended with chaos. The bandages ended at the moment when the boy's eyes turned bloodshot.

At that time, Oda Saku seemed to be talking about something, Dazai Osamu recalled it, but those memory fragments were scattered and suspended there, the fragments were fragmented, and the words could not be connected intermittently, Dazai Osamu vaguely heard "friend", he He didn't hear the other party's next words clearly, and he didn't hear what Oda Tsukuru was about to say when he was dying, but it probably wouldn't be a problem if he couldn't remember it. I still prefer the ending where I can drink with the other party in Lupine from time to time in the future.

But I'm still a little curious about what that Oda Saku would say at the end... Osamu Dazai opened his eyes quietly, sat up, and immediately got up and walked towards the river with some inexplicable emotions, he thought Looking at the reflection, if you remove the bandage tied to the left eye, it is exactly the same as being unwrapped by Oda Saku at the end of that memory.

Go and have a look, Osamu Dazai heard a voice in his heart say.

So he approached the river, and saw his own eyes, two eyes, iris-colored, reflected on the shimmering water surface, and he never felt that there was any expectation on his face.

Osamu Dazai stared quietly at the reflection in the water, finally looked away boredly, and paused for a while, the executive decided in a dismayed way to continue wearing bandages, if bandages were worn, it would still be able to isolate some A connection with the world.

He knelt down and stretched out his hand to touch the water surface, and it was more pleasing to the eye when he saw his reflection shattered.

Tsurumi River is really a beautiful river, but it is a suitable place to commit suicide by diving into the water.Osamu Dazai thought about it while looking at the surrounding scenery, and then the stars in his eyes quietly lit up.

It was the first time for the cadre to come here. Before that, he didn't know that there was such a beautiful river nearby.He was originally squatting by the river to look at the reflection, but when he got interested, he sat down casually, regardless of the muddy ground wet by the river. Start to submerge halfway in the water.

As soon as he stretched his hand in, what he felt was not the expected coolness. Osamu Dazai felt the warm water in a daze, and looked up at the sky with some doubts. Although it was noon, the weather today was not like the previous two days. The sun as big as the sun was scorching the earth——if it was a big sun, Osamu Dazai would probably go back to the office with the white tiger in his arms, blowing on the air conditioner and slumping on the sofa like a useless person.

Osamu Dazai turned his eyes back to his right hand submerged in the river, and belatedly thought that it was because his body temperature was too low, or maybe it was because the river was scorched and heated up all day long a few days ago. The reason, but the latter one sounds like a joke.Oh, Osamu Dazai shook in the river in disappointment, causing ripples. Because the water temperature was a bit hot for him, the cadre lost interest and didn't want to jump in.

If you jump into it at such a temperature, it will give you the illusion of being enveloped in warmth. Osamu Dazai doesn't like it. If the ending of drowning has already been decided, then why give such an illusion before the ending of suffocation comes?

—permeated with an air of hypocrisy that he hated most.

The cadre looked at the river with some regret, he withdrew his hand, and shook the warm water droplets on it.Although committing suicide by jumping into the water is also a way he considered, but it seems that today is not a coincidence, Osamu Dazai thought, so he looked at the river water and sighed lightly, then turned around and wanted to leave.

The bandage that was originally wrapped around the eyes was held in the palm of his hand, and it floated in the air with the wind showing a beautiful arc. Osamu Dazai stretched out his other hand to lift the hair on his forehead, and the hand holding the bandage was wrapped around the back of his head. He was about to wrap it back, but there was a sudden gust of wind that was much stronger than before. Dazai paused for a few seconds, looked at his empty palm, and then looked up at the bandage that had floated into the river .

Osamu Dazai: "...tsk."

The cadre lowered his eyes boredly to look at the not-too-distant distance. His position was on the backlit side of the river, so shadows naturally appeared on his face. Osamu Dazai stopped where he was, squinting to adapt to the light. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at the bandage slowly drifting towards the center of the river, with a little regret on his face, and then a little indifference, the cadre thought for no reason, maybe there was nothing to keep after all.

When he got up earlier, the white tiger raised his upper body from the original lying position, with his forelegs propped on the ground. It saw Osamu Dazai standing still for a long while, and then jumped over. Suddenly stopped.It looked at the young man with an unobstructed face, his purple eyes were open, and the confusion visible to the naked eye appeared on his face.

Osamu Dazai glanced at it with drooping eyelids, watching the guy stay where he was and bickering with it in a drawn-out voice: "Why, you can't recognize it without the bandage?"

The little white tiger was dazed, shaking its head from side to side and turning its head to the right. It stopped looking for something when it saw the bandage near the river. The cub stared at the bandage slowly drifting towards the center of the river, then glanced at Dazai again. Zhi different from the left eye that was exposed before, before Dazai could react in the next second, its hind legs gathered strength and jumped straight into the river to swim towards the bandage.

The cubs simply swam towards the white bandages on the river surface. The tiger is a hydrophilic cat. It doesn’t like the feeling of being submerged and almost covering its whole body. The cubs are floating on their limbs under the water. Relying on its natural swimming ability, it quickly swam to the area where the bandages were floating. It made a slight effort to make its body float up, and the next moment it opened its mouth and bit the long bandages scattered on the water surface. At the same time, the cub's mouth was inevitably filled with some water. It sneezed or trembled a little in the water, and then swam back in the original direction, in the direction of Dazai Osamu.

In fact, the cub himself doesn't know why he went into the water and came back with a bandage in his mouth. It just remembered that when he went to a high-level building, he looked in the mirror to check whether the bandage was tied. It didn't know why, but he was wearing a bandage. Now I want to wear a bandage.

Even if the cub sometimes played with him and scratched at the tips of its claws trying to pull off the bandage wrapped around the cadre's face, even if the cub actually liked it more when he took off the bandage, but he wanted to pester him.

Osamu Dazai was always wrapped in bandages, the cub didn't know why, but it remembered that when the boy's palm closed his eyes every time he looked at the cadre, the cadre's hand was cold, and the first time the alley touched the cub's abdomen. It was like the coolness of the time, and the coolness was wrapped in darkness and attached to the cub's eyes, it couldn't see anything, not the look that flashed in the boy's eyes.

It was pitch black, so everything outside was isolated, and the cub remembered the time when it met the guy in white, when it bared its teeth and looked at those wine-red, cool eyes, When the cadre held it by the back of the neck, he also covered its eyes with his hand, so it couldn't see, and the cadre blocked the cold wait and see.

He was bandaged and wrapped around one eye, cutting off half of the sight contact... The cub was foolishly obsessed with his little spiritual thoughts, although it didn't matter if he had bandages or not, but there were bandages If so, the cadre will be able to see less people who make him unhappy, like those dark guys, like the guy in white who always smiles...

——If there is a bandage, the cadre can hide.What to hide, why to hide, why to hide, the cub doesn't know, but it simply thinks, hide a little, hide a little, don't let other annoying guys see, just like the cub escaped from the cage to hide In that alley is average.

When Baihu bit the bandage and returned to the boy, Osamu Dazai was silent for a while.He lowered his eyes and looked at the cub that was approaching the shore with the sound of stepping on the water, and quietly looked at the bandage that was blown to the ground because it was too long to be completely bitten by the cub.He was quiet.

The bandage was dripping wet, and the cub was also wet. All the hair on its body was soaked, and the water droplets kept dripping down the hair on the ground to soak up the water stains. After a while, the small piece of dry ground under its feet was soaked. Get it all wet.The drenched cub didn't know it, it just subconsciously rubbed against the boy with bright eyes and a bandage in its mouth.

"Ahhh," Osamu Dazai watched it approaching with downcast eyes, and sighed for no reason. He knelt down and put a finger on the white tiger's forehead to keep it from approaching. The cadre's feet didn't move, his upper body He made a gesture of shrinking back, and after the momentary silence faded from the boy's face, he showed an exaggerated dislike, and he murmured loudly in a certain tone, "You've become like a Reservoir dog."

He avoided it, but the cub blinked and looked at him, so the leader pressed the finger between the white tiger's forehead to loosen his strength and tapped it lightly. He lightly picked up the water-soaked bandage that was still stained with mud and no longer looked clean.

He whispered: "This thing is nothing important, I have more."

When the cub heard his voice, it let out an incomprehensible cry. It still had a bandage in its mouth, so the cry showed a soft, nasal sound.

Osamu Dazai was quiet for a while, and then sighed with a sense of giving up, "Forget it, you and your left and right are just beasts, so what can you understand?"

He stretched out his hand and patted the cub's head lightly, and then his hand fell on the cub's head. He paused for a moment, and then got a little tangled because the cub and the bandages began to feel slightly disturbed. hair.

The cadre looked at the cub whose hair was blown into a ball all over its small head, and looked at the tiger face that was stunned because the cub didn't know what to do.

So stupid, this guy.Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, but he felt vaguely in his heart that the thing that the cub went into the water to get back might not be just a bandage.

He turned his eyes to look at the river, and the sunlight reflected on the water showed colorful colors.After all, the soaked bandages could no longer be used to tie the eyes, so Osamu Dazai simply gave up this thought. He opened his eyes and quietly looked at everything in front of him with the bandages removed.

The white tiger subconsciously rubbed his sleeves, and after a while the sleeves were wetted a lot. Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, knocked on the cub's head, picked up its neck and threw the cub aside.

He waved his hand twice, lazily, signaling for the cub to play by himself, the white tiger was thrown aside, slowed down, turned to look at him, paused for a few times, jumped over and rubbed twice before jumping away go.

Osamu Dazai watched the cub jump happily into the grass and roll, watched the cub get close to the tip of the blade of grass and began to play tirelessly, he rested his chin and looked at it for a while, whether there was a match or not Thinking about sending this guy back to the natural area of ​​the Bengal tiger, it should be able to quickly adapt to life outside.

The environment of the clubhouse did not make it lose its wildness, and the food it has been eating all along has been fresh raw meat, and it has also been consciously controlled so that this guy does not get too close to other humans... Osamu Dazai thought again about the food that was originally given to the cubs. After making the arrangement, he patted his palms and felt a little relieved, and there was nothing for him to worry about after that.

No matter what happens in the future, when it is sent back to the Bengal tiger clan after a period of professional training for returning to the wild, this small and insignificant bond between them should be completely over.

The youngest cadre of the Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai does not need to maintain a bond that will affect him if he loses control slightly.

So be it.The cadre withdrew his gaze, and turned his eyes to look at the water surface that was slowly returning to calm. Originally, because the ripples from the white tiger spread round and farther, Osamu Dazai paused slightly, and heard a voice in a daze, It sounded like being called by someone.

"Mr. Dazai—" He vaguely heard such a voice, but he clearly never heard such a voice.Who is it?The cadre was slightly stunned.

"Mr. Dazai, get up quickly—" Get up?What are you doing?Osamu Dazai was puzzled, he wasn't asleep, he was awake.

Where did the sound come from? The young cadre lowered his eyes and landed on the faintly rippling Tsurumi River.

It's a strange feeling to say the least, and the cub doesn't understand it, but it can always feel it quickly and keenly sometimes when the cadres don't speak but want to be alone, before and now.

In the office, the cub would lie quietly beside the cadre, quietly, very quietly; now, when Osamu Dazai waved his hand, it followed Dazai Osamu's gestures and jumped to the grass on the side.

The white tiger was rolling on the grass near Dazaiji, and the grass and leaves by the river were full of vitality. The cub did not dislike this environment.

There are some small white flowers hidden in the tip of the uneven grass leaves. The cub sniffs it tentatively. It is a light fragrance. The small, white petals are warm yellow inside. , it likes this flower, so the cub stopped its steps, it stretched out its claws, and tried to scratch, it watched the claws moving for a while, vaguely felt that it would not damage the little white flower with one claw, and then stretched out Claw tentatively touched the flower.

The little flower is between a piece of grass, it is actually no different from the flowers not far away, but the cub stares at the round eyes, which only shows the appearance of this flower, it flutters Eyes, stretched out its claws to touch the stem of the little white flower, it poked the tip of the claw first, watched the little flower follow the stem dangling in the air, then widened its eyes in surprise, the little white flower and the stem moved along The strength of the tiger's claws tilted to the other side, and then swung back towards the cub in counteraction. It swung gently, unlike the blade of grass that would bounce back and poke the cub's purple eyes. Every time it swings towards the white tiger, it still carries a little fragrance.

Baihu's eyes lit up, and he decided to show this little white flower to Osamu Dazai immediately, so it changed from the previous posture of crawling to look at the flower seriously - it looked in Osamu Dazai's original direction .

Sometimes there is always some sad smell on that person, the cub thought, it is the same when he is alone, and it is also the same when he goes to that dark room to see the guy in white.