Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Alice's plan didn't work out.

You don't need to think about it, you can know that even in deep sleep, the "girl" with a cruel past will not let down her vigilance, as if she has formed a natural sixth sense barrier, when the surrounding breath changes, she will wake up immediately.

So just as she propped up her body and was about to approach, she happened to meet those bright blue eyes that were not sleepy, and looked at her master in dismay.

Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex, Kurihara's smiling eyes, which were always semi-arc, had already widened to the maximum, and turned into a round shape, more and more like a puppet cat.

It is still a fairy style with extremely rare colors.

But soon, he restrained his overly sober posture, yawned deliberately, and asked vaguely: "Miss wakes up so early, what time is it..."

"It's almost seven o'clock, it's the normal time to wake up!"

Of course, the blond-haired Lolita didn't want to tear through his disguise, so she cooperated briskly and put on her usual arrogance, saying critically, "How long are you going to sleep? You're so lazy——"

——Well, he doesn't need to go to work, so there's no need to get up early.

If it was against the little lady from last night, he would be more than happy to act like a baby, and he wouldn't mind revealing a little about his past.

But for some reason, after waking up, the concentration of the forest substance that moved him suddenly dropped, making him unwilling to tell the truth at all. He just put on a business-like smile and responded softly: "I accidentally overslept, sorry , I'll help you prepare breakfast."

His well-behaved performance naturally won Alice's favor.

Although the object follows the shape of the owner, and the supernatural body has inherited a lot from Mori Ogai's nature, but his insight is still a big gap, and he can't see much content from his expression.

She didn't care much about it either.

Anyway, no matter what the real character of the person in front of you is, if you are willing to make an appearance of pleasing her, and wander around your feet like a good cat, isn't it happy enough?She is much more satisfied than Lin Taro.

Alice got out of bed slowly, washed up with the "girl" with pink hair, and then sat at the table with her cheeks propped up, watching "she" put on an apron over her pajamas, busy like a wife preparing breakfast for her husband, From the bottom of my heart, a warm and comfortable mood rose.

——Sure enough, raising cats is a very interesting thing~

She smiled and enjoyed the time alone, completely forgetting the maker who was slumped on the desk, and didn't want to contact him for the time being.

It didn't take long before a guy who didn't understand the atmosphere dragged his heavy steps and floated in like a ghost. He sat directly on the wooden chair on the other side of the table, and took a sip of the water glass mechanically.

There was nothing in the empty glass, but he didn't notice it, as if he just needed to use this kind of action to soothe his heart.

So after "drinking" the air, the third party (?) who intervened in the world of the two finally raised his spirits, and belatedly greeted the dissatisfied little Lolita: "Boss, he... must be in great need." Your company. After breakfast, I will send you back."

"Huh, I don't need you to send me when I go back, I know it in my heart, a little bit—" The supernatural being driven away by the order to drive away made a grimace, and then looked at the inconspicuous blue and black marks under his eyes, a little gloating He laughed, "It's you, Chuya, who seem to need someone to comfort you? Did something happen last night?"

"...No, I'm fine, no one needs to worry."

Probably because of being poked in the sore foot, Nakahara Chuya subconsciously put on a straight face and began to deny Sanlian, not wanting to explain the reason at all.

If he tells the truth - he came home in the middle of the night and found the playback record of the movie. He originally wanted to watch it while drinking to help him fall asleep, but the weird plot made him sleepless all night...

Will definitely be ridiculed, right? !

Damn it, why are horror movies made so realistically now!

Then again, the two people who watched "Silent Hill" first, didn't seem to take it seriously at all, not to mention that the air pressure was low like him, they were so radiant!

Remembering Kurihara Tsuru's weak and helpless person, the orange-haired boy raised his heavy eyelids and looked at him suspiciously, but it was replaced by a gentle smile and warm greetings.

"How about I warm a glass of milk for you first? For breakfast, I wonder if you like Chinese or Western food?"

"Just do something simple, it doesn't have to be complicated."

He was still a little uncomfortable being fed by a considerate domestic cat in reverse, so he got up to help take out the machine for baking bread from the cabinet, and dispelled the doubts that had just arisen by the way.

Well, it must be Alice's bad taste, and it has nothing to do with the guy I picked up.

Even if he is easily confused by appearances, he will never clear the supernatural body from the blacklist - after all, he has seen the other party's nature exposed so many times that it is difficult to change the inherent impression.

His heartfelt words were basically written on his face, causing the blond Lolita to roll her eyes.

The pink-haired boy who successfully protected his image remained unchanged. He brushed honey on both sides of the ready-made toast, put it into the bread machine and baked it until it was slightly caramelized. Then he cut the fruit and put it on the plate. breakfast.

As a high-end player who has experienced killing games for several years, he has naturally practiced not too bad cooking skills, but it is at most a mid-level level and cannot be placed on a big stage.

But it is more than enough for daily life.

In order to take care of the taste of men, he specially made a salty and fragrant meat muffin for the temporary owner, served it on the table with the warm milk that he had agreed before.

If it was a strategy game right now, he would probably be able to get the prompt sound of "favorability 10" on the spot.

The orange-haired boy took the dinner plate as if he was being rescued, and seized the time to replenish the lost energy. Even Alice's uncontrollable "puchipuchi" laughter failed to arouse any reaction from him.

He really lost too much energy.

Probably because she felt a little bored, the blond little loli took a few mouthfuls and got up to leave. Before closing the door, she didn't forget to turn her head and say: "Remember to wear the jewelry I picked for you! Then, the next reception Goodbye~"

"Okay, please be careful all the way."

Kurihara watched her back go away, and felt a little melancholy in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of the special feeling that most of her suddenly faded away, or because even a little bit of similarity made him nostalgic, so he couldn't accept it. her departure.

——When we go to kidnap Osamu Dazai, let’s take her away together, shall we?

Dangerous thoughts suddenly popped up in his mind, and they tended to spread, like feathers constantly flirting, making his heart itchy.

Even if it is a meal replacement, it is still a hundred times better than nothing, right?

He returned to the dining table with a thoughtful expression on his face, just as the orange-haired boy finished his last bite of toast, he raised his head contentedly, and saw his expression.

How could the pure-minded fighters know what he was thinking? After thinking for a while, he reciprocated his favor and said: "Don't worry about the reception, just stay with me all the time, and I will take care of the whole process."

"Huh—Mr. Zhongyuan was really helpful..."

He habitually issued a good person card, and did not correct the other party's misunderstanding, but listened smoothly: "Actually, I am a little surprised about another thing. Last night, the little lady told me not to get close to a man named Dazai." The man who ruled...do you know him?"

Now that the person he used as a shield has left, he can naturally find any reason to spy on the intelligence inside the port mafia.

But even he didn't expect that he would hit a minefield in one fell swoop.

Nakahara Chuya's complexion darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he almost gritted his teeth and muttered: "Ah, that bastard green mackerel is indeed a scourge. He seems to be very curious about you, probably because I gave you For the sake of going home..."

As he spoke, he seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem, so he stood up and faced the "girl" who seemed to be helpless, and explained the main points of dodge with a serious face.

"Remember, if you see a guy with half of his face covered in bandages and talking flirtatiously, stay away and never communicate with him."

"—Otherwise, you will never be able to turn back."

"In the eyes of Nakahara-kun, Dazai Osamu should be regarded as a demon-like existence, and he has received that kind of evaluation..."

Since the reception was scheduled for the evening, Kurihara used grocery shopping as an excuse to leave the worry-loving Gravitationist in the house to catch up on sleep, and slipped out alone to enjoy the free space.

While feeling casually, he fiddled with his mobile phone to check the new emails received internally.

As expected, in addition to the unreliable god who fled in embarrassment last night, there was also a minimalist email with only the meeting place attached.

——The big fish really took the bait.

The little devil who set the trap slightly curled his lips, as if he didn't know how many subordinates the other party had, and happily went to the agreed place to meet the foreign leader who was fighting guerrilla warfare with the port mafia.

He didn't even investigate what the other party's supernatural power was in advance.

It would take too long, and it would be easy to miss the best opportunity. What's more, judging from his current special situation, there is no need to take detours, and it is wise to directly face-to-face.

As for the reason why he is so confident... let's keep it a secret for now.

Who made him like to play pranks?

On the other hand, Mingming learned about his sneak attack from his subordinates, but the man who met him also rushed to the stream alone, sitting quietly and waiting for his arrival.

Pasha -

To show his sincerity, the pink-haired boy removed the concealment buff, which made the cat-like light and nimble footsteps suddenly clear, intuitively announcing his arrival.

On the lawn, a man in a black cloak was staring at the calm water, adjusting the fishing line from time to time, as if he hadn't noticed that his guests had arrived at the scene, and was still focusing on fishing.

Even so, the frosty aura exuding from his body didn't decrease, on the contrary, it became more frightening, almost freezing the surface of the stream, causing no fish to dare to get close to the tempting bait.

That is the fierceness that can only be possessed by a person whose hands are stained with countless bloody sins.

And the upright posture he maintained at all times was undoubtedly different from ordinary killers or hirelings, and closer to well-trained and battle-baptized soldiers.

But his vigor and vitality were obviously worn out by unknown disasters, so he sat there, like a rotten tombstone, as if he had lost his qualifications as a human being, but he was just struggling to fulfill his last wish during his lifetime Just a corpse.

He turned his head slowly, looked at the person with a pair of blank eyes that did not contain any emotion, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is the content written in the note true?"

"It won't do me any good to lie to you."

Under the weight of the real gaze, the thin "girl" continued to walk forward, approaching the man's position step by step, like a domestic cat that strayed into the territory of a wild animal and didn't know the danger.

Pasha, pasha, pasha.

The distance between the two gradually shortened.

The man gently rolled his scarlet eyes, as if he was observing "her" every move, but in fact he monitored "her"'s attack trajectory by relying on the ability to see the battle situation in the next five seconds.

"!!!"

He didn't know what he saw, but he stood up abruptly, strode forward almost out of composure, and grabbed the reed-like slender arm of the other party.

——This person... turned out to be an "unkillable" existence.