[Two male protagonists + fantasy + criminal investigation + suspense + redemption]
Watanabe Bridge is a black cat that has lived for nearly a hundred years, can take human form, and has nine lives. He stayed with Watanabe Makoto for eighteen years, from Togakushi to Tokyo, from a cat to a young man who was exactly the same as Makoto. He thought he could keep guarding until one night he actually left the first fatal wound on his neck with his nails. He didn't hide. Five times. Eight and a half lives, just gone.
Watanabe is a true surgeon and a person who is as cold as a knife in everyone's eyes. No one knew that he had been able to pick up on everyone's emotions since birth - that a hundred radio stations were playing in his head at the same time and couldn't be turned off. His only quietness came from the black cat.
When detective Taro Sato was investigating a noise case, he opened the door of 401 and saw scratches on the wall, cat blood in the room, and a missing man. He dug out his grandfather's monster manuscript and smelled a smell that didn't belong to humans. What's even weirder is that there is his own DNA in those cats' blood.
The obliterated names on the curse book reveal the truth that spans hundreds of years: a cat, two families, and three generations of entanglements, all intersecting under Togakushi's persimmon tree. Nails are their lie detector - how long they lie, and how long they tell the truth. Until Qiao said "I don't want to leave you" for the first time, her nails were shortened to the shortest length.
Half life left. Enough. Enough to grow old with him, enough to squat on the window sill and let him touch his head on the last day.
A person who feels so much that he must pretend to be cold-blooded, a cat who is not a human but desperately wants to learn to love. They exchanged each other's lives for a place where they no longer had to pretend.
