Chapter 97: The cat man is still a minotaur

97.

Sakaguchi Ango silently took over the sleep and broke it.

The complainer who lost his dream returned to his seat and turned into a gloomy office worker who kept muttering "If you don't get off work, then don't go to work. I love working. Haha, I'm going to catch all of you and make you work."

"Don't lose heart, Tucao-kun." You stretched your upper body and hung it on the bar, then patted Sakaguchi Ango's shoulder. "Although you can't stay awake forever, but..."

In your affectionate eyes, roses bloom behind you.

"Catman will do that for you."

"...Wow, I can touch it." Dazai Osamu pulled a rose out from the special effects behind you, "Soft...marshmallow?"

Oda Sakunosuke also plucked one, put it in his mouth and tasted it: "Oh, the cat man tastes like rose marshmallow."

“Isn’t it cool?” This is a special effect that I bought at the store for 9 points. You proudly puffed out your chest and raised your head, with your tail raised high. “It’s a pity that Rose still can’t fully display the charm of Cat Man… You! The evil fish king who steals bait, you are not allowed to eat Cat Man’s special effects!”

The next second, you and Dazai Osamu were wrestling on the ground like a ball of slime.

"It's not fair! Odasaku ate it too... Damn it, you actually pulled my bandage. Hehehe, you have no idea how terrible the devil will be released by doing this."

"So what? Have you seen my golden eyes? This is the sign that the cat man has successfully sealed the seventy-two demon gods. The evil bluefin tuna will be purified by the holder of my true eyes!"

…

"What a good relationship." Oda Sakunosuke retracted his gaze, took a sip of wine, and sighed. He looked at Sakaguchi Ango and wondered, "Ango, don't you want to join them?"

"…Thank you. That's okay."

You unilaterally declared the cat man the winner, got up from the ground, straightened your clothes, and looked at Sakaguchi Ango's golden cat eyes with three parts of disdain, three parts of sympathy, three parts of pride and one part of indifference: "In short, Tucao-kun, sucks..."

You use a 37-degree cat mouth to spit out -37-degree words: "Just sleep more."

"But you can't, quack quack quack!"

You started to act naughty and moved to Sakaguchi Ango's side, jumping up and down: "What's wrong, Tucao-kun? Why aren't you talking? Don't you want to sleep? Is Tucao-kun born not to like sleeping?"

"So I can't sleep, hahahahahaha!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Ango Sakaguchi took out an inflatable hammer and hit you hard on the back of the head.

After being hit by an eye and deducting 0.5 of the health bar, you scratched your head and smacked your lips: "It's a bit itchy." It feels like something is being hammered out of your head.

“Hehe…” Sakaguchi Ango raised his head, and his glasses reflected the same white light as the elementary school student of the God of Death. This made you shudder, and you felt that things were not good. “I put all the information together and thought about it…”

The office worker's expression twisted.

"That psychic wearing a strange bull-head mask who made me work overtime, that must be you!"

"What are you talking about meow? I don't understand meow." You calmly returned to the back of the bar, "Did Tucao-kun get hurt from working overtime? Catman works hard every day as a bartender meow."

“Is… is that so?”

Ango Sakaguchi suddenly lost his confidence. What he said just now was just a sudden intuition - behind every strange incident in Yokohama, there must be a connection with the cat man.

Let’s not talk about the distant past, let’s talk about the recent mysterious death of a homicide detective - he must have been kidnapped to that other world, right?! Did the people who were in charge of supervising Ayatsuji Yukito confirm his death without any investigation?

The recent suicide of a superpowered person might be related to the "White Unicorn" who was protected by the top brass, but the recent nighttime attack on the Black Hand gang... is it really unrelated to Catman?

Sakaguchi Ango looked at you with suspicion again. Although the first few victims refused to talk about the characteristics of the attacker, the latter ones did say that it was a person with the coldest and most ruthless golden eyes in the world...

A person wearing a bull-head mask.

When thinking of such an outrageous description, Sakaguchi Ango couldn't find anyone more suspicious than you.

You noticed his gaze, your face changed drastically, and you threw yourself into Oda Sakunosuke's arms and started to meow and complain: "Xiaosuke, look at him! He is still doubting that he has to support a thousand-year-old swordsman who can't farm above him, and a hundred-year-old young swordsman who can't sing a song below him to coax a cat boy!"

While coaxing the cat, Oda Sakunosuke gave Sakaguchi Ango a reproachful look: "It's already hard for the cat man to mix cocktails."

"That's right." You nodded vigorously, feeling heartbroken. "Tucaojun, do you believe that Cat Man is the Dragon God? Or do you believe that Cat Man is a Minotaur? We have known each other for so long, and you still don't believe in Cat Man's cat character?"

Dazai Osamu did not join in this ethical drama. He was trying to steal the wine mixed by the cat man again to sneak across the bridge he had just seen - he failed because he was caught on the spot by Oda Sakunosuke, so the wine was replaced with hot milk that helps to grow taller.

Ango Sakaguchi looked at Dazai Osamu who was protesting that he was not a slug and did not need such things, and then looked at you who were meowing in Oda Sakunosuke's arms and completely treating yourself as a cat, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"…I was wrong."

How could a cold-blooded and ruthless powerful psychic be the one in front of him who is so intelligent... ahem, a cat man with some intelligence but not much?

He drank the rest of the tomato juice and then uttered a deep sigh:

At night, I have to go back to work for the Special Powers Division.

Sometimes I feel quite disappointed with the Special Powers Department and want to smash this world full of overtime with one punch.

…

After a few people left, you skillfully cleaned the table and washed the wine glasses. When you finished washing the glasses and passed by the cash register computer, a pop-up window popped up:

【Have you made up your mind? 】

Seeing the familiar rat head logo, you thought about what was written in the pop-up window yesterday... Uh, it seems to be inviting you to join something rat, saying that they know your true identity, and that the rats of the dead house can satisfy your bloodthirsty and cold soul that is clamoring...

After making sure that the system has not given you any pop-up tasks, you simply close the pop-up window and considerately use five anti-virus software to help your boss's computer to kill the virus - although the anti-virus software killed the computer too thoroughly and crashed, but, this is all the good intention of the cat man!

The boss said the cat was good, but the virus pop-ups were bad, so he reinstalled the system in tears.

Today I saw a pop-up window with a mouse head again. You understand: this is not a virus pop-up window, it is a harassing advertisement pop-up window, and you can get rid of it by just replying with a read reply.

[I highly recommend not buying insurance or taking health supplements when you are in high-interest loan arrears]

Ten minutes later, the mouse head pops up a message back to you:

【You are so humorous. 】

Really? You also think that Cat Man has a natural sense of humor, and the wealthy ladies who come to drink love chatting with you the most - but every time you try to sell the pet clothing in the store, you are rejected.

Damn it, can’t a rich woman who understands you fall from the sky and buy all your pets and clothes?

【Maybe, we can be more honest】

Eh? Is this the real reason for you to refuse? You put the cup back on the counter and answered honestly:

[Don’t dare to respond, afraid of being sued]

The direction of this mouse head is too obvious. You are an honest cat man, very introverted and timid, and you are afraid that Disney, who has the strongest legal department on the earth, will sue you.

Then there was no reply from that side.

You shrugged nonchalantly, flicked your tail, and turned to walk inside.

You are also very busy. You have to go out every day these days to brush up on your title achievements, but it is very tiring.

Last time, after beating up the murloc, you were riding a bird in the sky to look at the night view, when suddenly you saw white mist rising below, and suddenly you saw red dots appearing on the map.

Oh my god, it’s a humanoid red monster! It’s experience! It’s one in five thousand great mercy!

You swooped down on your bird very quickly and sprayed the red-named monster with Bahamut. When it was killed, you pulled it up. You repeated this over and over again until the NPC became white-named. Only then did you stop with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Then, you discovered that many red-named monsters appeared one after another nearby - Oh my God, before, you just went to the port // Black Chisel Glass, and you had no idea that you would meet red-named NPCs around the corner. How much experience and title-boosting opportunities did you miss!

Because you let the Pokémon spray people, beat people, and slap people non-stop... after one night, you successfully turned the single-digit title progress into three-digit progress.

So many red-named NPCs... You look at the ones you haven't had time to kill yet, with a greedy look on your face. As long as you kill a hundred of them a day, you can get the title in two months.

Kill for one hundred and eighty days, kill for deliciousness and kill for freshness!

But you only killed for three short days, and your dream of becoming the Cat Man was shattered: the NPCs with famous names changed color the moment they saw you appear with the Pokémon in their arms, and the names above their heads were no longer famous, and the fights with the opponents also stopped.

All the NPCs with green names were running away, and they were shouting in a cracked voice: "Run!!! The black and red cat monster is coming!"

Who? Black and red cat? Is that you?

You are at a loss, you are confused, you catch the slowest NPC in anger: "Who is the black and red cat demon you are talking about?!"

"No...don't eat me!"

The NPC you caught is almost scared to death because he has heard that people who are caught will experience death over and over again until the cat demon loses interest in playing with them.

Even if those people survived and behaved the same as before, they still gave people the feeling of corpses moving - in short, they seemed to have been ruined, from soul to body, in every aspect.

Although people will not die, this state of being worse than death makes those who are mixed up in the underworld even more terrified.

"Respected Sir, my soul doesn't taste good..."

"Why are you running?" You are a little depressed, wagging your tail irritably, "Are cats so scary?"

“No… not scary…” The NPC smiled a smile that was uglier than crying, and began to stammer as he praised you, “You… your reputation is well-known from… from GSS to… to Hong Kong//Black. Everyone knows about it… You… you are the spokesperson for… the god of… death… walking in the darkness…”

After the explanation from the NPC whose name automatically turned green, you learned that the NPC you had chopped down in the past few days had told other people about your characteristics in order to prevent others from falling into your hands.

"Please...please rest assured...your...your characteristics are not known by any of the organization's top leaders..."

At first, those who had died were unwilling to describe the appearance of the cat demon to the higher-ups. This behavior made them feel jealous and at the same time, they also thought that there must be some taboo, such as knowing too much detailed information would attract the cat demon...

Then we should leave some survivors for our organization, right? As long as they don't know, no high-level executives will come to seek death and find the cat demon. In this way, the organization will not be completely destroyed... The NPC smiled miserably, Master Chuuya... This is the last thing I can do for you...

In other words...

You thought about it and understood it completely: because low-level white-named NPCs spread your appearance by word of mouth, other NPCs knew about Cat Man and were fascinated by his charm. So when they saw Cat Man, their red names automatically changed to green names, and you didn't even have to cut him...

Damn it, what's wrong with letting the cat man cut me once and then turning me green?

Fortunately, there is still hope. Aren't there still a few red-named NPCs who don't know Catman? Put down the green-named NPCs in your hand and call the Gem Beast to light up the fire, wind, earth, and death cycle for those red-named ones.

In order to prevent others from recognizing the cat man, you deliberately wore the bull head mask bought from the mall when you were brushing your title the next day - it worked very well, your name didn't turn green, the cat man was very happy and came back next time.

Maybe it’s because of the night, or maybe it’s because of the system, but no one noticed your cat tail, and with the hood on, you’re just a cat in a leather cover.

However...

The reputation of the Minotaur has reached the ears of Tucaojun... You click on the system mall and quickly order a new headgear. It's time for the pink frogman to appear.

As for why I didn’t admit it just now——Everyone is looking for the “Dragon God”…

You put on the pink frog head without batting an eyelid.

What does it have to do with Mimiman Pink Frog Headshot?