Perfect Lover Interpretation Plan

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Chapter 93

Realizing that the white cat might have left the house without permission, everyone in the Armed Detective Agency was terrified. They quickly dispersed to look for the cat, and even used the dried fish that the cat usually liked to eat to lure her.

"Look, there are dried fish here, Mimi, where have you been?"

Nakajima Atsushi even lay on the ground and carefully observed the gap between the sofa and the floor, but no matter how hard he looked, he could not find the shadow of the white cat.

But the white cat was so weak that she could not walk far, and it was very likely that she was still in the detective agency.

While everyone was anxiously searching the house, Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes, did not search blindly, but turned around and walked straight to the rooftop.

He walked very fast, which formed a contrast with the calmness on his face.

When he passed by Edogawa Ranpo, he could still hear Edogawa Ranpo's calm reminder:

"Think carefully before taking action, Dazai."

Dazai Osamu did not stop, and his expression did not change. However, his iris-colored eyes became deeper and deeper, and he pushed open the door to the rooftop.

Without searching carefully on the rooftop, Dazai soon found the kitten curled up in the corner. She hid under a tattered newspaper, curled up into a ball, and her fur shivered in the cool night breeze.

Poor, helpless, weak... She almost interpreted these words to the fullest.

Dazai's eyes suddenly darkened. He was only a few steps away from the kitten, but every step he took was like being stuck in a quagmire, extremely difficult and slow. The

bone-chilling coldness continued to spread in his heart. He finally squatted in front of the kitten, lowered his eyes, and stared at the weak kitten with a slightly sad look. He

raised his palm slightly, wanting to touch the cat's back, but only halfway up, an indescribable feeling climbed onto his chest, and he could no longer move forward.

Looking closely, even his fingertips were shaking uncontrollably.

Trembling, trembling, and then suddenly clenched his fists.

"…Have you sensed your own death? That's why you want to hide?"

Dazai asked softly, his voice much gentler than before: "Or do you just don't want to see us and want to stay here alone?"

The kitten moved its ears with difficulty, as if it heard his words, but it still lay limply on the ground, without even opening its eyes. Dazai

couldn't understand her state. Even though he had been in contact with cats for so long, he had never learned much about the white cat.

Where did she come from, what kind of creature was she, would she stay here forever... all these were a mystery.

Dazai had never investigated deeply because he was afraid that the information he would get after investigating deeply would break the relationship between him and the white cat.