Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

The following things went smoothly. Without the intervention of Er and San, the relationship between Yamamoto and Tsunayoshi gradually improved.

After all, the body that Yamamoto uses now is a doll, no matter how detailed it is, it still needs to be maintained by the creator, and after the conversation, Tsunayoshi's mood has obviously improved,

Although Yamamoto's current state is very strange, it's really great that nothing happened.

Tsuna was relieved. The scene of Yamamoto falling directly in front of him a week ago really caused him a great psychological shadow and made him feel very guilty.

But he can't tell anyone about this matter, if he is the only one to bear it, the pressure is really too great,

Even he himself didn't know how long he could last.

Having Yamamoto around, even if it was just a ghost, made him very satisfied.

the other side,

Dr. Sawada looked up at Tsunayoshi who was obviously much more relaxed than the previous week on the screen, and nodded in understanding,

If he didn't have Bagir by his side, he probably wouldn't be able to survive.

Dr. Sawada lowered his eyes slightly, and it is impossible to become "Dr. Sawada", let alone reunite with his mother...

No matter what, if someone is by Sawada Tsunayoshi's side, Sawada Tsunayoshi will work hard to live.

"Huh...ha..." The silver-haired young man lay on Dr. Sawada's lap, looking not in a good condition.

"Can't hold on anymore?" Dr. Sawada casually followed the silver-haired young man's hair, propped his chin and lowered his eyes to look at the number 590, which was clenched on his teeth, and his movements were a little careless, " You can stop it, it’s still too late.”

"No..." The silver-haired young man trembled from time to time, suppressing a moan that almost reached his lips, "I'm fine."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Dr. Sawada sighed slightly, obviously he said before that the experiments are not in a hurry, he made those potions and pills with messy effects just to pass the time, and he had to take the initiative to deliver them to the door. "It's a pity I endured it for so long."

Dr. Sawada feels that he is really innocent. Anyway, the number 590 is his pet, and it is also his experiment. The contract signed at the beginning said that he can do whatever he wants, but in order to control the world, the puppeteer Tsunayoshi He has endured the situation for so long, and just made some potions to pass the time,

There is an experimental product dangling in front of his eyes every day, and he endures it very hard.

As a result, now he actively asks to be his "toy" to pass the time (although the original words are not like this), how can he refuse to ask so seriously.

"Good boy..." Dr. Sawada's movements became more and more gentle, and his extremely light sighs easily got into his ears like a small hook.

Ah, it's really different from other "pets".

Dr. Sawada couldn't help but compare the disobedient No. 180 and others, the brown eyes under the lens were slightly curved, with obvious pleasure,

He really prefers to be obedient.

"Then, I'm not welcome." Dr. Sawada half picked up the number 590 that was lying on his lap, the smooth silver hair slipped from between his slender fingers, and lightly tapped the silver-haired cat that suddenly appeared on his head Ear, "Can you move?"

"...Yes." Number 590's voice was a little hoarse, and he let Dr. Sawada move weakly. The severe pain just now had gradually subsided, and he probably guessed the effect of the medicine just now, so he moved obediently. The cat ears that appeared suddenly, leaned back unaccustomed to subconsciously avoiding the fingers that were fiddled with the tips of the ears.

"Does it still hurt now?" Dr. Sawada pressed his fingers slightly from the tip of the cat's ear to the root of the ear. When number 590 was dodging subconsciously, he held him down with the other hand, in order to avoid the "lively" cat's ear Dodging and holding one of the cat ears in the palm of his hand, "Uncomfortable?"

"..." Number 590 lay on Dr. Sawada's waist and abdomen, and did not deliberately vent all his strength with his imprisoned hands, trying not to let the sudden conditioned reflex control himself and hurt the doctor, "No."

God knows how much he wanted to scratch the Doctor right now, like a real cat.

Dr. Sawada glanced noncommittally at the trembling hands of No. 590, and probably guessed something. He squeezed the cat's ear with his fingers and rubbed the flesh on the cat's ear.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the hands of No. 590 jumped up and were forced back again.

"...Doctor, I'd better put the iron chain back on." Number 590's voice trembled, panting heavily, and the warm breath sprayed on Dr. Sawada's waist and abdomen,

He couldn't hold it any longer.

"No need." Dr. Sawada seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, and simply lifted the whole body of No. 590 up, letting his chin rest on his shoulders, "You don't have to bear it forcibly, I still need to observe the specific effect. "

"If I forcibly bear it, I won't be able to get accurate data."

"..." The silver-haired young man had no extra energy to reply, so he had to put his hand around the doctor and propped it on the back of the sofa,

And Dr. Sawada, in order to check whether the bones have changed, finally let go of the cat ears that had been drooping with some grievances, and went down along the back of the neck to the spine, one by one,

There is indeed an extra piece of soft flesh on the back of the neck,

Dr. Sawada pressed it tentatively, and got a cat with the number 590 that almost slipped down with a trembling,

"Ha..." The doctor's number 590, which was originally holding on to the sofa and didn't want to press it, was completely exhausted when Dr. Sawada touched a certain place on the back of his neck. Now, let alone scratching, he can't even move it ,

Number 590 buried his face in the doctor's neck, trying to adjust his breath,

Dr. Sawada frowned slightly, subconsciously smoothed his soft silver hair with his left hand, thinking about something,

The surface looks the same as usual, and it is not the same as a real cat, and its function is also different from a real cat.

Silently recorded the reaction in his mind, Dr. Sawada continued to check,

Other instruments can also be used, but many times, if only instruments are used, some details will always be overlooked, such as this piece of soft meat. If only instruments are used, there is no way to observe the reaction.

Dr. Sawada has been very restrained. Considering the psychological factors of the most well-behaved "pet" in his family, he didn't let him take off his clothes.

Dr. Sawada frowned cryptically, thought about the symptoms secretly observed from No. 590 that fit certain mental illnesses, and gave up the opportunity to get more accurate data somewhat depressedly.

"It is said that the cat's tail and the cat are two different existences." Dr. Sawada lowered his eyes, and grabbed the silver-haired cat's tail that came out from the seam of his trousers and tried to wrap it around his wrist. "How do you feel?"

"Hold, I'm sorry, doctor," number 590 buried his face on Dr. Sawada's shoulder, his voice was a little muffled, he sounded a little depressed, and his spirit seemed to be in a trance, "I can't control it."

"Huh?" Sensing that number 590 seemed to be a little distracted, Dr. Sawada grasped the tip of the tail with one hand, and with the other hand, started from the tip of the tail and pushed it to the root of the tail, which was completely opposite to the smooth hair just now. direction.

"Hiss! Cough, cough, cough!" The number 590, whose body was full of excitement, was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

"Are you sober?" Dr. Sawada asked with concern. It is said that the cat's tail cannot be turned against the rua. Now it seems that this is at least realized on the body number 590.

"Cough, cough cough!" Number 590 coughed violently. His body that had been tense just now hadn't recovered yet. He nodded before the doctor came again, but his posture seemed to be rubbing against Dr. Sawada. the same as the neck fossa.

"That's good." Dr. Sawada let go of the tail numbered 590,

"Then let's continue."

The author has something to say:

Ah, many people have already guessed that Yamamoto will enter the doll, so happy www