I was the fourth disaster in Yokohama and was loved by everyone.

Of course, the above is the general case.

She would occasionally be seconded to the interrogation team to participate in interrogations, or be called over by Alice to play with her. All of this was within his expectations; he could easily stay away from her and successfully avoid her.

As for the evenings, she would invariably go rummaging through the trash cans at a set time, so she wouldn't even think about looking for him :D

As long as nothing unexpected happens...

Therefore, he specially selected several subordinates today and ordered them to have a sufficiently troublesome matter to ask the kind-hearted Ms. Kawakami for help.

Now, she probably won't be able to get away.

He thought about it casually.

The wind at the street corner carried a subtle chill, gently brushing against Dazai Osamu's hair. His slightly oversized coat made his thin body appear even more frail.

His steps were aimless, simply following the ebb and flow of his emotions, wandering aimlessly through the city streets, yet skillfully avoiding the places where Zhu Yu might appear on his fieldwork today.

His eyes swept blankly over the passersby, as if searching for something, or perhaps just trying to escape.

Following the path around the third corner, we came to a dead end with no surveillance cameras.

As if sensing something, he turned his head slightly and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

With his extraordinary sensitivity, he had long ago sensed a very strong gaze following him all the way.

"Oh dear, what's watching us?" Dazai Osamu muttered under his breath, his tone full of excitement, as he turned and scanned the room.

But there was no one behind him.

Chapter 55 Don't Leave Me~

Looks like it's been hidden very well.

Just as he was about to say something, he felt a dark shadow flash past his eyes.

The dark shadow attacked his face like a small cannonball, mercilessly covering his entire face.

"Ugh, ugh!" The feeling of suffocation made him instinctively grab the "attacker," only to find that his hand was touched by a furry object.

Soon, the "sneak attacker" kicked off his shoulder, leaped out, and landed calmly on the ground.

Dazai Osamu breathed in fresh air again, and the scent of small animals' fur lingered around his nose.

He looked down and saw a black and white cat sitting calmly a few steps away.

This black and white cat has glossy fur that shimmers in the sunlight. Most of its body is black, with white fur extending from the middle of its head to the tip of its nose, making it look like it's wearing an adorable hat.

Its four paws were snow-white, like it was wearing four white gloves. At this moment, its two front paws were obediently folded together, firmly pressing down its own shadow.

Noticing his gaze, the tips of its black ears twitched involuntarily, and its round eyes stared at him like two sparkling black diamonds.

What truly caught Dazai Osamu's attention was... that the cat was wearing clothes, and the clothes looked very familiar.

An ordinary white T-shirt and jeans so ugly they looked like they'd been picked out of some trash can.

(A player: Speak up for me! Speak up for me!)

Isn't this someone's unchanging personal style? How did it end up on a cat?!

Upon experiencing that familiar, suffocating feeling again, Dazai Osamu suddenly realized that something terrible was about to happen.

The eyes of this black and white cat that appeared out of nowhere are strangely familiar...

His brow twitched; something was wrong!

Like the critical circuit board that finally connects, all the clues laid out before him linked together, and he realized—

Zhu Yu himself came to arrest him.

He ran away.

The black and white cat snorted coldly, turned around, and in the instant its hind leg muscles tensed, its entire furry body sprang forward, tackling Dazai Osamu to the ground.

Poor little rabbit Zaiji is unable to rise again—[HP-10]

Zhu Yuma sneered and patted Dazai's face with her tail, signaling him to behave.

Realizing he had been caught, Dazai simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, refusing to make eye contact with her.

Alright, alright, do you dare to look the players in the eye?

Zhu Yu's eyes blazed with fury as she pressed her paw against the face of the feigning-death Dazai, but dared not press too hard for fear of accidentally stomping him to death...

Dazai, feeling the soft, elastic pads of flesh pressing against his face: ...

The claws gently touched his cheek, like a velvet petal warmed by the sun suddenly landing.

"Pfft—" He turned his head away to suppress a laugh. Although his eyes were closed, he could already imagine the little black and white cat kneading his face.

[Kuzi] This guy, does he even realize that he's not intimidating at all? He just looks like he's being cute! ^_^

Zhu Yu: Is he mocking me?

Damn you, Dazai! Prepare to face the wrath of the players!

She used her left hand to straighten his head, holding it in place, and then...

He forcibly pried open one of his eyelids with his right paw.

Maintaining his one-eyed state and cool, black cat-like eyes ▼_▼ Dazai Osamu stares back at him: ......

Unfortunately, even with his eyelids possessing a bite force comparable to that of a crocodile, he couldn't withstand the player's monstrous strength.

Soon, a layer of frosted glass-like mist gradually appeared on the surface of his eyeballs, his vision began to blur, and the prolonged lack of blinking caused a slight stiffness. He subconsciously tried to blink but found that he couldn't close his eyes at all...

"What a lame way to die if you never blink," Dazai Osamu thought casually.

Of course, Zhu Yu didn't let him maintain this position for too long.

Seeing that Dazai Osamu had finally calmed down, the black and white cat released its left paw that was holding his head down, and reached its paw into the pocket of his jeans to rummage around.

He pulled out a plastic water bottle that was clearly disproportionate to the size of his pocket.

It wraps its tail around the water cup, and with a slap of its paw, the lid pops open, revealing the straw inside that connects to the hot water.

The black and white cat leaned over and took a sip, instantly transforming into a living person amidst a tremor in Dazai Osamu's pupils.

What shocked him most was that the clothes on the cow cat could be enlarged proportionally and fit her perfectly.

Is this right?

Unaware that Zhu Yu had already let go of his hand, Dazai Osamu subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at her.

At this moment, Zhu Yu looked down at his captive, his shadow casting a cage that completely enveloped him.

Her left knee pressed firmly against Dazai Osamu's waist and abdomen, while her right foot landed on the ground beside his shoulder, immobilizing him in place.

Zhu Yu caught his gaze and smiled smugly: "Got you."

Dazai Osamu's eyelashes fluttered, and he quickly smiled and said, "Wow, that's amazing. It's a pity there's no reward."

Zhu Yu ignored this statement because she knew that for NPCs like this, whose writing is "clever" but read as "riddler," it's best to only listen to half of what they say; interpreting it any further will make you go bald (feeling sorry for the hair on her head).

She nodded, selectively listening only to the first half of his sentence: "Yes, I'm very capable."

The tone shifted abruptly, becoming sharp and cutting: "So, Dazai, why are you avoiding me?"

"..." Dazai Osamu paused, his smile instantly freezing, his eyes darting around. He first glanced at the sky, then at the mottled moss in the cracks of the alley wall. His Adam's apple bobbed, and after a long while, he said in a seemingly relaxed manner, "No, [Ku] is overthinking it."

Huh? So Dazai wasn't hiding from the players?

She always trusted what green-named NPCs said.

Zhu Yu instinctively wanted to believe him, but when she glanced at the little dark cloud floating above Dazai's head, which had become a "Dazai lie detector," she realized—he wasn't telling the truth again!

Zhu Yu's vision went black.

She shook Dazai's shoulders violently and demanded loudly, "Don't you want to team up with me and Chuuya anymore?"

Otherwise, why would they hide from players?

As the saying goes, the prelude to farewell is a series of deliberate avoidances.

"Don't leave me, my top support!" Zhu Yu wailed.

As if she could see the tragic future where she would never be able to complete missions so smoothly again, she forcefully pressed Dazai Osamu's mouth shut to prevent him from answering, while she sadly looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle: "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen."

As long as she doesn't hear that cold reply, the three of them are still a team!

Although he didn't want to speak, Dazai Osamu didn't want to actually be speechless either: ...

Chapter 56 So I Won't Be Disliked!

Dazai Osamu suddenly felt an itch rising from the depths of his body. He pressed his tongue against his palate, chewing up the laughter that was about to overflow into a bloody silence.

He should have used a joke to brush it off and a lie to get away with it, but Zhu Yu's body heat was seeping through the thin fabric of his clothes, making his tongue numb.

Should I push her away?

The thought flashed through my mind, only to be overshadowed by another emotion.

Backlit, she looked both strange and familiar, like a silhouette that only appears in a dream. Dazai Osamu squinted, staring intently at her face, which was furrowed with distress.

The bright light made my mind less alert, but it heightened the sensations of touch: the throbbing pulse under my fingertips, the steady rhythm of my breathing. Even the aggressive gaze silently proclaimed—there was no escape.

"...You'll die."

He pushed away the hand covering his mouth and whispered something, the words drifting away on the wind.

But Zhu Yu obviously wouldn't leave out that sentence.

...Phew, at least it's not a breakup.

She breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest with lingering fear, and glanced at Dazai with a "that's it" expression: "Hey, it's no big deal! Dazai, don't avoid me because of this next time."

Those eyes, which always seemed to hold a sense of loneliness, widened slightly at this moment. He stood there, stunned, as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

In the moment when he felt confused for the first time in a long time, he was helped up from the ground by a pair of hands, and the dust on his body was patted off.

Zhu Yu felt that she had resolved the problem with Dazai Osamu and was in a good mood. She pulled the disheveled Dazai up from the ground and shook off the dust.

Seeing that he still seemed dazed, she began to wonder if she had accidentally damaged his brain.

Recalling the somewhat rough action of pinning Dazai Osamu to the ground, the player chuckled awkwardly.

She poked his cheek with her fingertip: "Dazai, are you alright?"

Quickly say "I'm fine," that will prove it's not the player's problem!

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Dazai lowered his eyes wearily, raised his hand and grasped her restless fingertips, his voice deep and slow, as if it came from the depths of his chest, with a rough, sandpaper-like quality: "Not good."

Zhu Yu blinked guiltily.

"Hey, why are you still coming closer? My attitude is already very clear..." Dazai Osamu didn't look at her, his fingers tightening around her hand. "Please stay away from me."

Please don't cross the line and offer false warmth.

False warmth is nothing but a poisoned arrow, a useless hope at the bottom of Pandora's box, and a candle that lures moths to their own destruction.

He smiled. The forced curve resembled a cracked terracotta figurine, ready to crumble at any moment, revealing the true, frayed interior.

Zhu Yu: ...Why don't you let go of my hand before you say that?

As for the suspicion that Dazai dislikes her... Hmph, players will never be disliked (very loudly)!

Therefore, Dazai must be being stubborn!

Seeing that the dark clouds were starting to gather again, Zhu Yu, who always adhered to the principle of "cutting the Gordian knot," went straight to the heart of the problem.

She stepped forward and grasped Dazai's hand in return: "What are you worried about, Dazai?"

"I will not die." She stated calmly and confidently, "Perhaps you would like to see for yourself?"

Realizing what might happen next, his pupils suddenly contracted, as if gripped by some invisible force, but were instantly suppressed into a restrained tremor.

His lips moved: "No—"

In that instant, time seemed to be severed by some invisible force.