Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

Pu Sheng Caixiang was taken aback when she heard Chi Feichi's straightforward words, and asked tentatively, "Then... what about the organization?"

"It's up to you," Chi Feichi hissed.

"It's better to organize." Pusheng Caixiang came to the conclusion seriously.

Chi Feichi didn't comment.

The organization really depends on ability and loyalty to determine status, but he can't guarantee whether it is a 'tool', and the organization is even more ruthless, and the abandoned 'tools' are completely destroyed.

This can't be said, maybe Rum is listening.

Urao Ayaka gave herself a conclusion, returning to the previous topic, "Takayama Otome is the illegitimate daughter of the third generation of the Far East Club, does she have no status?"

"It's all the same," Chi Feichi parked the car at the intersection, in front of Pusheng Caixiang's current residence, and waited for Pusheng Caixiang to get off the car, and suddenly asked, "What kind of cat did you raise before? "

"Ah?" Pusheng Caixiang got out of the car with her mountaineering bag in her arms. She didn't understand why Chi Feichi asked this suddenly, but she still shared it with a smile, "It's a yellow-and-white striped cat. It's not a rare breed, but its eyes are so blue. As beautiful as the clearest blue sky."

Chi Feichi nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Then I'll go back first, goodbye, thank you tonight!" Pusheng Caixiang closed the car door with a smile, turned around and walked towards the residence alone.

This street is far away from the commercial street. There are three-story and five-story apartment buildings on the side of the road. There are a row of cars parked, and the overall is relatively clean.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the windows of every household are lit, and occasionally the sound of TV programs can be heard.

Chi Feichi sat in the car, lit a cigarette again, and took out his mobile phone to reply to the email from Takatori Yannan.

It can be seen that Urasheng Caixiang's mother should have educated and protected her well before. Although she has never seen her father since she was a child, Urasheng Caixiang has a good nature, a cheerful and lively personality, and she has a way of getting along with others.

Before he came, he had emailed Gin about Ayaka Pusheng.

Gin asked him why he made such an arrangement for Pusheng Caixiang, and his reply was: She is different from us, her blood is hot.

However, after Pusheng Caixiang's mother remarried, she seemed to have become a hurdle and burden that her mother couldn't get past.

Since her mother firmly stood on her stepfather's side, the balance in her mother's heart has been tilted.

As a parent, it only takes two or three years to make a girl worry about gains and losses. It seems that her personality has not changed much, but she will try to escape immediately when encountering dangers and setbacks. She is overly sensitive and tends to be emotionally dependent.

People who tend to be emotionally dependent, after relieving stress through A, gaining a sense of security or a happy mood, tend to become dependent on A and place too much emotion on A.

A can be a person, an animal, or an object.

Later, whenever I need a sense of security or need to resolve my troubles, I will start looking for A. If I can’t find it, I will feel uneasy and depressed. At the same time, I will be afraid of being abandoned, and I will not hesitate to change my outlook on life and personal interests.

These people are also the most prone to Stockholm Syndrome.

For Pusheng Caixiang, this A should be the cat before. Because her parents ignored her emotionally, when she was stressed and depressed, the cat became the object to accompany her and listen to her. After that, she pinned her excess emotion on the cat, and gradually got used to betting too much emotion on something. After the cat was lost, Ayaka Pusheng, who lost her emotional dependence, transferred her emotional dependence on the cat to him. body.

As for the reason...

Chi Feichi looked up at the rearview mirror, and the eyes on Yi Rong's face were also blue.

He always wondered why Pusheng Caixiang relied on him because he didn't have much contact with Pusheng Caixiang when he was in the 0331 training base.

Now he understands.

In fact, the first time we met, when he attacked and hurt people in front of Caixiang Pusheng, and after Caixiang Pusheng was taken into the car by them, the girl felt that her life was threatened, and she was isolated and isolated in the car. Seeing his blue eyes after disguise, the psychological self-defense mechanism equated him with a cat to avoid excessive mental pressure.

After Pusheng Caixiang left without harm and left safely, gratitude naturally arose in her heart.

In other words, at that time, Ayaka Pusheng already had the tendency of Stockholm Syndrome, and the 'perpetrator' was naturally the person who took Ayaka Pusheng into the car, but at that time, Ayaka Pusheng had not yet developed a strong A sense of dependence, just forgive his 'persecution'.

Afterwards, at the No. 0331 training base, Pusheng Caixiang really developed the Stockholm syndrome, while ignoring other people, and taking him, who already had a desire to depend, as the main target.

All of this, not only did he not realize it, I'm afraid Pusheng Caixiang herself didn't realize it.

Chi Feichi calmed down his thoughts, finished smoking a cigarette, put it out in the ashtray in the car, looked at the email on the phone from Ayaka Pusheng who had gone home, and replied, "Hold the pain tomorrow, Otome Takayama I will take the initiative to talk to you, and when the time comes, I will go along with the flow' and drive away.

After figuring out what was going on, he didn't have to wonder why whenever he was free.

For little girls who haven't fully developed, he really doesn't have much interest. Even if they have a good relationship, everyone is his own daughter. Little girls with sensitive emotions are even more troublesome, which is a waste of working time.

Can't afford it, can't afford it.

...

The next day, there was light rain in the sky early in the morning.

Urao Ayaka arrived at Takayama Otome's tattoo shop on time, handed in all the 50,000 yen needed for the tattoo, and took out a drawing and handed it to Takayama Otome, "Can you see this?"

Otome Takayama took the drawing and looked at it, raised her eyebrows, "Did you draw it yourself?"

The picture shows a butterfly spreading its wings to fly. The lines of the pattern are smooth, and the flying wings on both sides of the butterfly are misplaced. When you look at it together, it looks like a fox mask with hanging eyes.

The two animals are completely integrated, which is very interesting and creative.

"Does it look good?" Pu Sheng Caixiang asked with a smile.

"It's really good," Takayama Otome stared at the painting on the picture and looked again and again, "The black one?"

Pusheng Caixiang nodded, "It's black."

Takayama Otome raised her eyes and looked at Urao Caixiang, thinking that this girl must have a brain hole, since she is not Caiwen, why bother to come to her to suffer with hand-carved craftsmanship, and persuaded, "You have to think about it, if you just want to try, Just go to the tattoo shop on the commercial street and paint it on. It can be washed off in about a month. It doesn’t hurt and you won’t regret it. Even if you want to get it tattooed, they can get it done in about three hours with a tattoo machine in those places. I estimate here It will hurt for six or seven hours."

"I've considered it." Pusheng Caixiang nodded.

Seeing that there was no one on the street on a rainy day, Takayama Otome simply went to close the store, took out 20,000 yen from a stack of money and handed it to Urao Ayaka, then turned and went to the back room covered by the curtain, "This is your refund." Come with me, let me say yes first, if you can’t stand the pain, stop halfway, but if you decide not to get the tattoo, I won’t return the money to you.”

"Understood." Pusheng Caixiang followed.

Otome Takayama placed carving knives with long steel handles inlaid with thin needles in front of Urao Ayaka, resembling a large-scale execution scene.

Urao Ayaka always felt that Otome Takayama was trying to scare her, and thought it was a little funny, she sat on the mat with her back to Otome Takayama, took off her coat and shirt, sat with her legs crossed, showing her smooth back.

Takayama Otome raised her eyes and saw the girl's delicate skin on her back. She always felt that it was too rough, and resisted the urge to chase her away.

Time passed by, and the ink-dipped needle quickly pierced the girl's back near the right shoulder, and the skin quickly became red and swollen.

Otome Takayama looked at the girl sitting with her back on her knees, a little surprised, "It will hurt more next time, do you want to rest for a while?"

Judging from the skin, this should be a pampered girl. After two hours, she was carrying it without saying a word or moving, which reminded her of her back then.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, and she was recognized by her powerful father, and it took a month to finish the full tattoo. She gritted her teeth and carried it off. What I gained was entirely the perseverance in exchange for the depression in my heart and the expectation for the future.

Pusheng Caixiang felt the burning pain in her back, and smiled, "No, I can still bear it."

It's nothing compared to being given up.

She just regretted it a little. If she hadn't been able to see Luke last night, and hadn't had Luke listen to her to talk about her distress, she would be more able to bear it.

She didn't want to tell Cangqiao Jianyi about those things.

Perhaps her mother repeated her father every day as an irresponsible man who abandoned them. Even though she could feel Kenichi Kurahashi's remorse and concern for her, she still couldn't get close.

"Would you like to add some other colors?" Otome Takayama didn't know what was going on in Caixiang's mind, but she liked tough girls, so her tone softened a lot unconsciously, "Adding some red to the pattern hurts the same , but it will be more like a fox mask, if you like other colors, I can also adjust it for you, orange, blue, purple..."

Pusheng Caixiang shook her head, "No, just black, he seems to like black."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Takayama Otome didn't insist anymore, the needle on the carving knife in her hand pierced into the red and swollen skin without mercy, she didn't want to destroy the pattern just because of the lightness of the force, with this girl's stubbornness, If it is ruined, I guess I have to struggle with how to make it up, which will be even more painful.

"Hiss..." Pusheng Caixiang took a breath, "No."

"That's the one you like?" After Otome Takayama asked, seeing Urao Saika's silence, she continued, "Is he a member of the Yakuza? If it's for others, you have to suffer and leave something that can't be washed away in a lifetime, that's okay. Too stupid."

"I just want to remember him," Pu Sheng Caixiang's voice was very soft and serious, "He made me feel that I still have something to rely on and meaning to live."

Takayama Otome laughed, "How old are you, it seems like there is no meaning to live anymore?"

Pusheng Caixiang thought about it, the meaning of existence is to abandon their mother and daughter's father? For abandoning her mother? For those friends who would watch her be taken away if they got into trouble? Or is it for the new classmates who can't really understand her?

To keep a secret is to be alone.

Fortunately, she has Lak, even if she can't see each other normally, at least it makes her feel that there is still something worth looking forward to in life, and there are people who can listen to her rambling, and drive away after she returns home and reports that she is safe.

After she sent the email last night, she stood behind the window and watched the car parked on the street leave. She could see clearly that Lark left after waiting for her message and replying 'safe'.

Takayama Otome didn't expect any meaningful answer from Urao Ayaka, and continued to talk about other things, "Forget it, it's too late for you to regret it now, are you a high school student?"

"Junior high school students," Urau Ayaka frowned and endured the pain, "Uehara junior high school students."

"I regret it," Takayama Otome complained, "If someone reports it, I will be in trouble."