[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

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I parked by a river, crossed the river with my hands on the railing, and dropped my shopping bag on the floor.

The uncle with the briefcase in his pocket probably passed by here yesterday with his briefcase in his pocket, too. Does the old lady who sells the stall buy apples there every day?

Human life is like this, it keeps repeating itself.

How many people can turn the world upside down in just one night like me.

Yesterday’s Uncle Briefcase is no different from today’s him, he is the same person, and the grandma who bought apples yesterday is also buying apples today, also the same person.

But the me who was in the classroom yesterday and the me who killed people in the dungeon today, are they the same person?

I took out my phone and checked the time.

It's been ten minutes since I left the convenience store.

Time flies so slowly.

I didn't intend to go home, so I leaned on the fence and sat down where I was. Anyway, I'm just a poor child who was exterminated and kidnapped. What's wrong with sitting by the river for a while to relieve my mood.

"Are you okay?" A girl wearing a floral skirt and carrying a drawing board spoke to me. She seemed to be in college, and she probably came out to sketch.

Is it too pitiful to see me, a middle school kid squatting here?

"Ah, I'm fine." I really couldn't laugh, so I could only lower my tone, hoping she could see that I was a cold, paralyzed person who didn't like to laugh.

Are there still good people who care so much about passers-by in today's society?

"I saw you sitting here, and I thought you were uncomfortable. Did you quarrel with your family or skip class?" The girl's tone made people feel comfortable. I think she must be a child bathed in the love and sunshine of her family. Bar.

I have no resistance to good-looking people, but I don't know how to talk to sweet and soft girls, so I can only nod in a daze.

"It's too cold on the ground, you should get up first, and if there is anything you can't think of, go to the Metropolitan Police Department to adjust."

The girl moved closer to me, she seemed to want to help me up, she was wearing a floral dress with long wide sleeves, flapping in the wind.

Her outstretched hand was delicate and white, with silver light shining from her sleeve.

Silver light?

My smile froze.

Quickly got up, pushed the girl away, picked up the shopping bag, and ran wildly.

Is the killer so introverted? Such a cute girl is here to be the killer.

Fortunately, I have the habit of keeping a distance and respecting the fragrant and soft young lady. I didn't intend to shake their hand, but I borrowed my strength to get up by myself, and I just avoided the knife.

The killer was pushed by me, probably hit his head on the ground. He couldn't get up for a while, and ran for 2 minutes. After confirming that he had shaken off the killer, I ran to a corner and stopped, regardless of whether the biscuit would be broken or not. Oden will be sprinkled, I was panting heavily, and then I heard the sound of a wild chrysanthemum.

"Mr. Boye doesn't care about fragrance and jade at all."

I raised my head stiffly, and Tiao Ye Caiju squatted on the fence of a family, raised his left hand, and greeted me with a smile.

"Don't be kidding, Mr. Jono, that girl is here to kill me."

Tiao Ye Caiju jumped off the fence and patted the wrinkled military uniform.

"The one who killed you was "Acacia", a well-known killer in Tokyo."

"You have been offered a reward of 50 in the black market." Tiaoye Caiju seemed to be saying that the weather is really good today: "Acacia will accept such a small amount of orders because it is the Mingguang Group that issued the reward. She wants to use this to get along with the Mingguang Group The port mafia hooked up."

Am I worth 50?

Damn Osamu Dazai.

I am outraged.

"Do you care that you are only worth 50 yuan and not being hunted down?" Tiaoye Caiju was silent for a few seconds, and complained.

I looked at Tiao Ye Caiju in surprise, why do the people I met recently seem to have mind reading skills?

Should he say that he has no mind reading skills in his next sentence?

To my surprise, Tiaoye Caiju said.

"I don't want to say that I don't have mind reading skills, it's too naive."

How about you predict my prediction for me?

I don't want to argue, and with my hands in my windbreaker pocket, I think of the larva that Fukuichiro Kanagawa gave me.

This is the information that only I know. In order to inquire about the progress of the military and police, I pretended not to pay attention and asked Tiao Ye Caiju.

"Have you found Fukuichiro Kanagawa?"

Tiaoye Caiju didn't answer my question directly, but asked me.

"If caught, what do you want to do with Kanagawa Fukuichiro?"

"See him and kill him?" Tiao Ye Caiju tilted his head slightly, the tassels on his ears hung down to the shoulders of his straight military uniform, and the bright red hair tail set off the young man's stunning appearance.

The military policeman in front of him is just 16 years old.

By the way, Osamu Dazai doesn't look more than sixteen. Do the government and the mafia like to use child labor? What are the adults doing?

However, Caiju Jono said that I wanted to kill Fukuichiro Kanagawa, was it unintentional, or did he perceive my intention?

I shook my head stiffly: "Mr. Jono was joking, how could I kill someone, so, what will Fukuichiro Kanagawa be dealt with?"

Tiaoye Caiju shook his head, although he looked at me with his eyes closed, but I somehow felt the horror of being seen through by him, he said.

"Fukuichiro Kanagawa will be sent to prison."

go to jail?I kind of want to laugh.

Fukuichiro Kanagawa must have escaped from prison.

There is no death penalty in Japan, and there are probably no supernatural beings like Fukuichiro Kanagawa.

But those who were killed by Fukuichiro Kanagawa died for the time being.

I am not a person who hates evil. I feel that the life and death of others has nothing to do with me. It is not what I believe. I would die in front of me. up.

"Do you think it's unfair?"

I didn't say anything, I think the punishment of Kanagawa Fukuichiro being imprisoned is unfair, I don't need to pretend, it can be shown naturally.

"There's really no way around this."

The sound of wild picking chrysanthemums sounded like thunder exploded in my ears.

"If Mr. Bo Ye wants to kill him, then go ahead and kill him. I won't stop you."

Is it a trial?

I looked at him in shock.

"It's not a temptation." Tiaoye Caiju approached me and whispered in my ear: "I have a friend's family member who also died under the hands of Fukuichiro Kanagawa. Unfortunately, as a military policeman, I can't do anything casually."

I rubbed my earlobe, which was damp and hot from the beating.

"Aren't you a special force?"

"But the order I received was to bring him back alive." Tiaoye Caiju spread his hands helplessly, and said treacherous words: "The government is troublesome, and you will be warned if you kill people casually."

Brother, your speech is mafia.

If the military and police all have this kind of thinking, then I can also be a military police.

"How can I, an ordinary high school student, kill a superhuman who used to be a mercenary? Stop joking."

"You have supernatural powers." Tiaoye Caiju said with certainty: "Besides, you have killed someone. Was it when you were taken away yesterday, or today?"

My heart skipped a beat, and Joye Picking Chrysanthemum's exactness was similar to what Osamu Dazai gave me, but he still kept a puzzled expression on his face and didn't say a word.

"The ability is to manipulate corpses? No, it's not just that." Tiaoye Caiju continued: "When did you know that you have the ability? Did you know it all along? Or did you know it not long ago? Did you just know it in the past two days?"

I listened to his analysis with a dead face, my usual expressionless face, but I couldn't calm down in my heart.

Tiaoye Caiju finished a series of guesses on his own, and then let out a smile.

"I see."

What do you know?How do you know?

I really wanted to ask him.

What is the difference between me and such a big guy? I don’t think I’m stupid, why every time I chat, it’s the same across dimensions.

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