The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

"boom."

Oda Miyuki slammed the door shut.

Yuu, Sakule and Aoki stood behind them, their expressions of laughing and booing at first became a little dazed the moment the door closed.Several children looked at each other, and finally Saku Le stretched out her little claws:

"Axue...?"

Oda Miyuki exhaled, touched the fluff on the top of her hair: "Just now that brother did something that made my sister sad, so I don't want to talk to him."

The Oda family's children are all like this, they are honest with each other; when the family talks about things, they often don't distinguish the order of seniority.

Sakuya blinked, as if still thinking.Qingshu over there has already reacted, tilted his head and said: "Then we won't let him in. Earlier, Asuke called home and said that he was staying at the detective agency tonight, and no one else would come over. When will Don't be sad, sister, let's talk to him again sometime."

A smile appeared in Oda Miyuki's eyes: "What if I'm always angry?"

"Then we won't let him in from now on!" You hurriedly said, then turned around and grabbed Saku Le's hand, "Okay, I haven't finished the question just now, walk around, or I will forget .”

Xiao Le was caught off guard and staggered, and when she realized it, she had already turned her head, and she was dragged over completely instinctively: "Wait, hey——"

Watching the two dragging away and running away, Qing Shu, the youngest, just reached the age of elementary school, and barely escaped the clutches of homework.The boy who turned six last month habitually pinched his elder sister's clothes, suddenly raised his head and asked:

"Sister Axue, is that elder brother just now our brother-in-law?"

Oda Miyuki froze for a moment.

"My sister has his photo on her cell phone, I saw it last time." As if wanting to confirm his thoughts, Aoki said like an adult, "I didn't tell Asuke."

Oda Miyuki: "..." Okay, although he already knew it.

"If a few days later, his photo is still on my phone, it's okay." Facing the relatively precocious boy at home, Oda Miyuki nodded, "If..."

She didn't say anything else, and glanced at the door again.

Then he shrugged and turned to change his shoes.

***

"boom."

Seeing the door close in front of his eyes, although he was prepared to face a similar result, Osamu Dazai still felt like sighing.

Sure enough, it can't be fooled.

Even worse than "rejecting a disagreement", the moment the door was locked, the young man heard a friction sound coming from the keyhole, caused by some kind of metal deformation.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

If he guessed correctly, his angry girlfriend melted the door lock in order to prevent him from displaying his skillful lockpicking skills.

The physical kind.

Anyway, she has a personality of cheating. When she goes out tomorrow morning, just restore the metal parts inside as usual.

For a moment, Osamu Dazai wanted to beat up the self who used to "show off his skills" to his girlfriend.But after this almost childish impulse passed, he was very clear: the problem is not here.

Not to mention picking the lock, even if Oda Miyuki welded all the windows of the house to death, he still couldn't find a way to get in.But he did, and the moment his foot hit the floor of the Oda mansion, they might really be fucked.

And now...

The young leader of the Hong Kong gang who just jumped off the building a few days ago briefly turned some issues such as family, country and world in his mind, and then threw them into the garbage bin of his brain.

All the things that the leader of the gangster should do, when he jumped from the gangster building, Osamu Dazai had already completed it.What is left to this city now are only the aftermath of some accidents and battles.

Even if new crises may emerge in the future, it is not necessary to make painstaking decisions now.He has always hated redundant work such as finishing and summarizing, just like Dazai Osamu in other worlds, who often tricked Atsushi Nakajima into writing reports for himself.

So, in the residential area where the setting sun was setting, Osamu Dazai, the former leader of the port mafia who resigned without authorization, put on his black coat and found a place under a tree not far away.

It's late June, when early summer transitions to mid-summer, and the night temperature in Yokohama is quite suitable.The black-haired young man sat in this somewhat remote place, watching the elderly and children who came out to exercise and play at night laughing in the distance, watching the noise of the noise gradually dissipate, and watching the twilight around him.

He felt so nostalgic.

Before he became the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, or before he got the "book", only teenagers would often find places where there were no people, such as streets, grasslands or rivers, and then lie on the ground like corpses. a long time.At that time, his heart was full of confusion, he didn't know what direction his life should take, and he didn't know whether this dull life was worth continuing.

What can he get?Will you really encounter something "unexpected"?

Even after joining the mafia, Osamu Dazai only wanted to try a small possibility.Anyway, he hasn't died for the time being, so it's better to live like this.

It was like another life in the past, with the limit that he got the "book" and saw countless futures, his life after that could be said to be abrupt, and he took another fork in the road.

【Even if it is a ghostly fortune teller who has traveled thousands of times, our place is ultimately here, the prison at the end of the earth.

It is the people who shout, run, and bleed in the occasional storm that really move the world. 】

[In front of the strength of that soul, whether it is you or me, I can only stand there in awe. 】

He got the answer he had been pursuing so hard, in those parallel worlds where different routes lead to the same goal; but after that, he felt another kind of emptiness.

Perhaps this is also human greed, the endless search up and down.

In the end, he thought, since the Oda work in each world failed to realize his wish, then let me preserve it in this world.

He succeeded.

In this one-way street of life, we may see countless roads at the beginning; after we really take our steps, everyone can only make the only choice.

He has already tried to "die" once, and at the moment when he fell back from the roof, Osamu Dazai felt the accompanying sweetness and pain; and now, he may try again and choose another future of "living" .

The lights of every house gradually went out, including the one closest to the tree, the small building of the Oda family.Oda Miyuki's room was on the other side, and the whole picture could not be seen clearly from here.

What did she do tonight?The youth didn't think very seriously.

He was very used to such an environment, and even felt a nostalgia that was almost novel.In the two years when he just became the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong, Osamu Dazai even ran downstairs in the middle of the night to the Armed Detective Agency, and got into the trash can that Dazai from other worlds had drilled through.

It's like he jumped into the same river countless times, fell from the tower hundreds of times, or hung himself on different beams.

At this moment, the trash can next to it suddenly moved.

"?"

The black-haired young man turned his head and looked at the trash can that was also placed under the tree, less than two meters away from him.

A guy like him who crawls out to date mosquitoes in the middle of the night, at least there won't be another one in this neighborhood.Therefore, if it is inferred from the most normal logic, it is probably a stray animal.

cat?still……

It can't be a dog, can it? ? ?

Thinking of a certain word that gave people goosebumps, Osamu Dazai's hair would explode in an instant.He almost stared at the rickety trash can that was about to be opened a few meters away with the gaze of defending against the powerful enemy in this life.

Even in other worlds and some well-meaning Russian in jail, this man never showed that look.

"Bang, bang, boom—"

After a few more crashes, the lid of the trash can was finally pushed open.In the next second, a pair of yellow Yingying eyes popped out from the side of the barrel, meeting the young man with iris eyes below.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Yellow eyes: "..."

The man and the beast looked at each other for a moment, and soon the latter jumped out of the trash can completely.At the same time, Osamu Dazai also let out a sigh of relief:

It's a cat.

In the dim light, one could vaguely see that it was a stray cat with yellow fur, with a half-dried salted fish in its mouth.It landed lightly on the ground, and hesitated for a while in front of this large creature rooted outside the trash can, as if observing whether it was a threat.

Soon it got the answer, put down the dried fish in its mouth, and turned to the trash can behind it:

"Meow~"

After this thin cat meow, there was another sound of metal clashing from the trash can that had been quiet.Almost at the same time, another pair of blue eyes appeared beside the barrel.

Osamu Dazai sat on the spot, watching another gray cat come out of the trash can, and then walked to the side of the yellow cat.The latter lowered his neck and pushed the dried fish in front of his paws towards him.

Between cats and cats, there is often no need for too much sound communication, but perception through physical contact, licking each other's hair and smelling.

The two cats don't know what the relationship is. The gray cat licked the yellow-haired cat's cat, then lowered its head and gnawed two mouthfuls of dried fish; then it looked up at its companion, took half a step back, and continued to lower its head eat fish.

So the yellow-haired cat also leaned over, its two heads were almost pressed together, and it ate up the fish.Then they each licked their noses, and brought their heads closer to each other to lick.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Once the youngest cadre of the port mafia, the former (self-confessed) leader who has developed the port mafia to an unprecedented height in four years, inexplicably has a feeling that he is being abused.

Although there were two cats in front of him, although they didn't even give him a look except for the initial observation.

But, it's just this kind of nonchalant show of affection, this kind of intimacy, licking and rubbing each other, it's almost like meowing and rolling together like no one else...

The expression of the black-haired young man sank, staring at the two wild cats that were still rubbing back and forth in front of him, his eyes were more terrifying than watching a dog baring its teeth in front of him.

Great, you managed to piss me off.