For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

The cat that was crazy in my hands became a docile lamb in the arms of the blonde loli Alice.

"Ah, Alice-chan, it was very painful just now," Mori Owai cried to Alice in a very aggrieved voice, "Can't you comfort me?"

"Rin Taro is already a middle-aged uncle, and he won't be broken if he is stepped on like a child."

"It's too much..."

The cat who defected to the enemy's camp let out a "meow" very comfortably.

I stood by the side, looking at the harmonious picture, I couldn't help feeling creepy.

"Don't be so restrained, Miss Ito," Mori Owai said to me calmly, changing his grief-stricken face, "After all, we are both old friends."

"...But how do I remember the pitiful few times we met, and," I looked at him sincerely, "wipe the shoe prints on your face."

Mori Owai was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took my tissue to wipe his face.

Today's wind is very light, the clouds are very light, very much like my vicissitudes of heart.

I was going to hug the cat and run away, but then I thought that I had trampled on the most honorable face in Yokohama just now, and I couldn't help feeling guilty. If Morigai took revenge, he would send someone to arrest me and hold me to him. What would you do if you stomped 100 rounds.

"That, Mr. Sen," I tried to sound his tone, "Are you… all right?"

Mori Ogai: "If I answer it's fine, will Miss Ichito run away immediately?"

"You are wise!"

"Then I have something to do," he said with a slight smile, and gestured, "Sit down for a while, it's really too tiring to stand talking."

- It doesn't matter if you have anything, the important thing is that I don't want to face your face at all!

But in the end, I succumbed to the other party's obscenity and sat down.

On the cold park bench, I faced the boss of the Yokohama black and evil forces alone, and I was a little nervous: "What do you want to ask?"

"Miss Ito is so smart, she must know what I want to ask, right?"

"I'm not smart, I'm stupid."

"Would a fool see through my plan and take the place of Oda-kun to deal with the leader of MIMIC to save his life?" Mori Owai still smiled so peacefully, "Ms. Ito must have underestimated herself."

"Heroes don't mention Yong Ying, I'm just an ordinary office worker now."

"The tone is so strict."

"I am over-flattered."

Different from the initial counseling, after getting used to the other party's way of speaking, I became a little calmer - this is completely a copy of Dazai, the way the two of them speak is simply carved out of a mold!

Adhering to the principle of not taking the initiative, not refusing to be irresponsible, I have carried out a 360-degree defense against Mori Owai's problem. After a few rounds of stalemate, the other party has a tendency to become tired, but the slow attitude has not changed: " How is Dazai-kun doing now?"

"I haven't seen him since I left Mafia. I guess I succeeded in committing suicide in a place where birds don't lay eggs," I lied with my eyes open.

Mori Owai seemed to be interested in this: "What is Miss Ito's ideal in life?"

"Parting with you."

"...Looks like you really hate me."

I leaned back on the bench, with my hands in my pockets and my legs straight: "I hate leaders who don't take the lives of their subordinates."

Correspondingly, I also hate Danzo-sama very much, let's see what stinky rules are at the root.

[The so-called "roots" have no names, no feelings, no past, no future, only tasks in their hearts. This is the one who supports the big tree in Konoha Village behind the deep rain. I Waiting for the will of the "root"]

It sounds like a middle school, but it's actually really a middle school iron, which is deeply imprinted in my mind. What's worse is that I used to take it as a family law and have to recite it silently every night before going to bed...Hey, It's even more annoying to think about.

On the surface, the root is the Anbu special mobile unit, the Anbu training class, but in essence it is an organization independent of Anbu. The latter is directly under the command of Hokage, while we are under the command of Danzo-sama, and we have done countless dirty jobs.

There is a saying inside the root that if the ninjas of Anbu are the ones who walk in the darkness, then we are the ones who create the darkness.

Danzo-sama has very strict constraints on us. As long as we give an order, we have to do it, whether it is killing our compatriots or participating in ** experiments. It is basically a task machine.

However, my feelings for Danzo-sama are still very contradictory. At least in the days of his roots, he taught me a lot of things. He was a teacher for a day and a teacher for a lifetime. Without Danzo, there would be no Hyuga Ito today.

"It seems that Miss Ito is also quite complaining about what I did back then." Mori Owai said with a feigned regret.

"Every organization has its own style of behavior. I'm not a high-level staff member of Mafia, nor have I served as the leader of Mafia, so I'm not qualified to criticize your actions," I glanced at Alice, who was still playing with her cat. "But that doesn't stop me from disliking you."

"…"

After I said that, I stood up from the bench, then walked over to Alice and squatted down, and pulled out the cat that had no position to enjoy in the gentle village: "There will be a period later, Miss Alice."

Mori Owai also knew that he couldn't hear anything from me, so he didn't stop him, but just asked when I was about to leave: "Ms. Ito is very repulsive of using the lives of subordinates for benefits, because she has been subjected to Is it the same treatment?"

"Almost," I turned my head to the side, expressionless, "after all, compared to my previous organization, what Mafia does is nothing short of charitable work."

At the root, subordinates are not even people.

I took the cat back to the detective agency and contacted the client, who said excitedly that he would skip work and claim it right away.

When he saw the cat, President Fukuzawa's expression changed a little. In order to hide this change, he turned around one by one and walked back to the president's office with mechanical steps.

Hey, men just want to save face and suffer, and people like us who can let go have already started masturbating.

"Ito," Kunikida asked, standing behind me, "how did you find this cat?"

"I hear it calling to me."

"... Even cats don't believe this."

I turned my head and approached the cat: "Mi'er, do you believe it?"

The little guy was so angry that he raised his claws and slapped me in the face.

"Ow, ow, ow—" I hurriedly covered my face and stepped back, tears streaming down my cheeks in pain, "Did you see it, it said it believed it!"

Kunikida: "…"

While everyone was circling the cat, Dazai asked me out.

"Is there anything I can't say in the office?" I asked him.

Dazai replied, "Don't Ichito want to walk alone with me?"

Hearing this, I immediately turned around and ran back.

"I will write a report when I go back~"

I stopped for a second.

"And I heard that Kunikida-kun has corrected the monthly exam papers."

My feet are a little shaky.

"If you go in, you won't see the outside world anymore, hey, it's a pity."

I stepped back a few steps, stood beside Dazai and cleared my throat: "Cough, then I'll just reluctantly accompany you out for a walk."

The weather outside is still very good, we strolled along the road, and it didn't take long to come to the river where Dazai committed suicide last time.

I hurriedly squeezed to Dazai's left, closer to the river.

"?" Dazai looked puzzled.

"To prevent you from suddenly thinking about it." I was very direct.

"Don't worry," the man didn't seem to have the urge to plunge into the river. "It's my creed to commit suicide cleanly without causing trouble to others, ah...and there can be no pain."

"Then the chances of your suicide succeeding are not very high."

Dazai agrees with this: "Indeed, if there is no pain..."

"I mean," I corrected, "I'll save you."

The other party slowed down and then stopped. He turned to look at me, as if asking something.

"It's strange, we are colleagues, even if your vitality is very tenacious, I can't watch you jump into the river and hang yourself." I looked at him with the same puzzled eyes, and the two sides looked at each other.

Although Kunikida has complained more than once that Dazai is a **** of death, even if he sees it, he will be apprehensive. Even if he is sent into the hail of bullets and rolls around, he can still dance yangko in a lively manner, but if he really doesn't care about anything, let it go. If the other party commits suicide...

It can't be done!

"Forgot to tell you," I said before returning to the detective agency, trying to divert Dazai's attention from the river, "I met Mori Ogai."

Suddenly hearing the name of the former boss, Dazai's mood did not fluctuate too much: "I met you on the way to find the cat?"

"Well, I accidentally stepped on his foot when I jumped up the tree to save the cat."

Don't forget to emphasize: "Step on the face."

Hearing this, Dazai blinked and took out his phone.

"what?"

"Laugh at him."

"—No, no, no, wait a minute, big brother!" I hurriedly held his arm, "That's not right!"

Just as we were fighting over the right to dial our phone, a little kid ran out of nowhere.

She grabbed the hem of my clothes and asked, "Big sister, can you take a picture for us?"

The child pointed to two little friends who were not far away and were the same age as her.

I still kept my posture on tiptoe to reach for the phone while pushing Dazai's face. When I heard this request, I retracted my hand and gave a perfect Yamato Nadeshiko smile: "Okay."

I took a few pictures for the kids at their request, and they left after thanking them.

"Speaking of photos, we've taken them before." This scene brought back Dazai's memories.

My little heart thumped suddenly.

Not only did I shoot it, I also burned it.

But that didn't stop me from being stubborn: "Yeah, it's the one we took together, that picture is so admirable that my skin is delicate, rosy and shiny..."

Seeing my talk, Dazai paused, then said, "I didn't say it was that one."

"…"

"Why did Ichito think of the photo when I mentioned it, is it because of me?" Dazai closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly smiled, "I suddenly thought of one thing, Ito' ran away from home. ' After that, I found some ashes in the kitchen, did Ichito burn anything there."

This is not an interrogative sentence.

I touched my nose a little embarrassedly, my eyes wandering.

"It really is that photo."

I was silent for a long time, and then whispered, "I'm sorry."

As if he was really hurt, Dazai grabbed his clothes and expressed his grief: "It's so sad, there is only one photo, Ichito Mingming promised to keep it well before handing it over to me. Yours, now it's burnt all of a sudden."

"Being able to burn the photos means that Ito wants to say goodbye to me completely. It's too cunning. He deceived me with the wrong mission target for so many years, and he didn't even leave me with this only thought. I'm so hurt... um, I can't even eat canned crab meat today, so I'm going on a hunger strike to show my sadness."

Every time the other party said something, I felt a bit of guilt. In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I took out my phone and turned on the camera function to grab him.

Click.

Group photo done.

"What's the only thought, isn't this one right away?" I raised my eyebrows and said unhappily, "I'll pass it on to you when I go back, and don't mention the burning of photos!"

Dazai just recovered from my manipulation: "No, this photo doesn't make me handsome enough."

My eyes twitched.

"Since you have taken out your phone, don't be stingy to take a few more pictures," Dazai took my phone, squatted down slightly, and adjusted to a suitable angle, "Look at the camera~"

"==Just this time."

I looked at myself on the screen and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, as if following the execution ground, Dazai next to him glanced over.

"It's almost there," I twitched the corners of my mouth, trying not to keep my mouth shut.

Suddenly, Dazai turned his head and came up without warning. His face so close at hand shocked me. I hurriedly leaned back, but the other party's hand was very fast. OK key.

With a click, the capture was successful.