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

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They were standing on the steps. If the bluestone floor tiles fell and their heads hit the ground, the child would die.

I raised my hand, and a large number of blue silk threads and puppets appeared to catch the child and control the head of the hospital, each with a division of labor.

"What do you want to do?" I looked at the dean who was taken down by the puppet, and asked.

Forgive me for not understanding what the dean wants to do, push the child and run out by himself?

Does he want to lock me up with this kid?

The dean looked at the black translucent figure that controlled him, his pupils widened: "You, you...you also have this ability?"

This ability?Does the dean know the ability, or does he not know the ability?

"Yes, so."

I have a guess in my heart, is this child a supernatural being?

The dean was firmly controlled, looking at the boy lying in the puppet's arms, trembling like a small animal, not daring to look up, sighed: "I can't believe you, Mafia."

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not." I listened to the dean's heartbeat, regret, fear, surprise, quite colorful: "The main reason is that I want to do good deeds every day."

"You don't want to be interrogated, I'm pretty good at that."

Unexpectedly, after I finished this sentence, the dean gritted his teeth, as if he didn't say how much you tortured me today.

I said hesitantly, "Mafia?"

By the way, when the dean heard this word, he was disgusted and determined.

Hate the Mafia?

"Because of this child? Don't you want him to fall into the darkness?" Mr. Dean's heart beat, and I hit the mark.

Actually... for the good of this child?

I thought he hated this white-haired kid so much. Seeing how the child fell and fell into the puppet's arms, and the little girl, the environment of the punishment room should have suffered a lot.

"I won't say it, I'd rather kill this child than tell you about him." The dean roared.

"You should know the methods of the mafia." The puppet who was pressing down on the dean grabbed his jaw and made him look at me: "When a person is in a trance, he can say anything."

"Theoretically speaking, as long as the time is long enough, there will be no one who cannot be interrogated."

The cold and biting murderous aura poured out, the dean was fine, and the child shivered even more.

What a sharp kid?

Then I found that the more intimidated I was, the more determined the dean became, and he kept his mouth shut, even suicidal, wanting to have a dead man without a confession.

I fell silent and decided to try another way.

"Okay, although I don't understand, but you still care about this brat, and you are quite stubborn to keep him from going astray." I asked the puppet controlling the head of the hospital to let him go, block behind him, and pulled out the inside of the windbreaker. Show the certificate of the Supernatural Secret Service Department: "Actually, I am a member of the government. This child is a supernatural person. If it is a supernatural person, it is better to leave it to professionals..."

I swore to him, "I won't let this boy fall into darkness."

The dean looked at my ID with a dazed look on his face. Maybe it was because I threatened to kill me just now, but now I say that I belong to the government, which is a bit too much.

"It's not fake. You can check on the military and police website with your mobile phone, and you can find me." I looked at Mr. Dean who questioned the authenticity, and explained.

The certificate issued by the Supernatural Secret Service is true.

The dean has already believed it eight points. After all, I just invested a large sum of money and brought my younger siblings to the orphanage for inspection.

What is this called, a victory for money?

If this kid is really a supernatural being, the money will be tripled, but it is a pity that he can no longer join the port mafia.

I don't want to give it to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, why don't you let him go to school?

Under my persuasion, Mr. Dean told the truth. Before speaking, he asked me if I could avoid this child.

"Let's just say it." I was firm: "The ghost knows what tricks you will play when you get out of here."

Mr. Dean was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Dun Jun, you can become a tiger."

Become a tiger?

This change is terrible. Most of the transformations in the superpowers are Shikigami. At least I have never seen a supernatural being who directly changes the human body. It should be extremely rare.

"This ability is terrifying. Dun Jun, who has become a tiger, is irrational and powerful. If he is not restrained, he may become a disaster that is harmful to society." When Mr. Dean spoke, his tone was trembling, and he was worried: "I can only lock him up and discipline him strictly."

Could it turn into a catastrophe harmful to society? "That's not an excuse for your child abuse."

"Or, are you asking an underage child to atone for a disaster he didn't commit?" I said coldly.

"You don't understand...I'm just an ordinary person." Mr. Dean smiled bitterly: "Dun Jun was really irrational when he turned into a tiger, he was a timid child... "

When he turned into a tiger, did he kill someone?

I thought of a thought, and I was about to say it, but was interrupted by the dean's begging eyes, he was begging me, don't say it.

I didn't say any more, squatted down, looked at the white-haired child who buried his head on the puppet, raised his chin, and looked at a pair of purple-gold eyes, which were full of chaos and fear. reaction.

The child was sweating profusely and trembling, ever since.

"What did you do to him?" I asked the dean.

"I'm afraid you saw him, so I chatted with him..." the dean said in a panic, "He was fine just now, but this kid has always been like this, and he tends to be distracted."

"...I took this child away, do you have any objections?" I rolled up his sleeves, but he was just trembling, his body was bruised and purple, like a doll, allowing me to fiddle with it.

The dean hesitated for a while, and finally choked out a sentence: "Don't let this child fall into darkness."

"Yes." I canceled the ordinary puppet, Philip's figure appeared, and picked up the boy.

I said to the boy: "Sleep, fall asleep, wake up again, everything will be completely new......"

Under the effect of psychological suggestion, I made the boy who had kept his eyes open close them with a few words, and his trembling body returned to calm.

"Now, can you tell me more about it?" About the murder.

The dean looked at Philip who had changed into a living person in horror, and described a story with the means I showed.

"You said, four years ago, a man with long white hair came to you to see this child?" This description, this time, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?

He didn't die in Zhongye's hands, I know it, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division didn't hide much from me.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who has the ability to block large-scale invasions by supernatural beings, has committed crimes abroad, and there are always people helping him deal with the aftermath.

He is a certain insurance for me from the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko does not know the ability to make all supernatural beings commit suicide. If it were me, there is no guarantee that it can be dealt with.

The dean nodded: "He said he could solve Dunjun's situation and showed me his strength, so I asked him to come to see Dunjun... Then, when I entered the door, I saw the man fell down. In a pool of blood, already dead."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is dead? "Are you sure?" I asked the dean.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko survived the furious Central Plains, how could he die in this orphanage, besides, Shibusawa Ryuhiko died, who is causing trouble abroad these years?Is it the conjecture of the Special Agents Division?

"Dead, I buried his body in the yard." The dean was sure: "His skull was scratched through by the tiger-like Lord Dun, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and he died thoroughly."

"take me."

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The author has something to say:

Dunjun is a real little angel, and he hasn't grown crooked when he grows up in that environment.

Take Dunjun away ahead of time and kick off the role of the dean!