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

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"Are you really an ordinary high school student? You are so calm when you see the dead body of your relatives."

During the conversation, his large black windbreaker almost hung down on my mother's body, but fortunately the boy pulled it in time, and he retracted his legs, and put the windbreaker on the sofa neatly.

He is wearing wet clothes, isn't it really cold?

I stared at him in a daze, thinking that the young man in front of me was more beautiful than a famous painting worth tens of billions. Finally, I remembered that there was a murder case of my relatives in the house. According to common sense, I should call the police.

So I took out my phone, drew out the call interface, and just pressed a number, the hand holding the phone was hit by something, the pain made me let go, and the phone fell to the ground.

I looked at the boy.

He still maintains the posture of throwing things, the smile on the corner of his mouth stretches longer, and the distance is far away, and he doesn't know what emotion is in his iris eyes.

With that knife, he smashed my cell phone that called the police.

Luckily the tip of the knife didn't hit me.

"What?" I asked him.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew there was something wrong. Now this situation is really strange. I called the police in front of a person who didn't know if he was the murderer.

The young man tilted his head, he was still smiling, the corners of his mouth were indeed curled up, but from a distance, I couldn't see whether there was a smile in his eyes, he took out a crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of his windbreaker , shook it twice at random, and read it according to the above.

"Chiba Chisato, male, 16 years old, a freshman studying at Tokyo Municipal No. [-] High School. He has a younger sister from Shang Elementary School. His parents jointly opened a ramen restaurant... right?"

I nodded, not feeling like a big enemy for the bandage boy to come up with my information, because my resume is too ordinary to be of any use value.

I am an ordinary high school student, and I was admitted to No. [-] Middle School, which is a key high school.

"I'm Qianli Thin Ye, what can I do for you, Mr. Bandage."

The young man raised his eyes, and when he heard the title Mr. Bandage, he frowned in disgust and threw out his name.

"I'm Osamu Dazai."

"Okay, Dazai-kun."

I'm a little curious why he has my profile.

However, what value do I have that is worthy of being checked by others?

I tilted my head: "Are you a policeman?"

"No." Osamu Dazai rested his chin, eyes full of malice: "As an ordinary high school student, are you too calm when facing the death of your parents?"

"Not calm, is it normal to run around and shout?" I said, "That will only destroy the scene."

"Very well, I don't hate you." Osamu Dazai turned his body slightly, he smiled and squinted his eyes, exposing my parents' corpses in my sight: "Are you angry, Qianli?"

Why did you suddenly call him so intimate?But unexpectedly, when this title came from Osamu Dazai, I didn't find it difficult to accept it.

"Now you have nothing." He said words that would break down ordinary people.

I remembered that before leaving home in the morning, my mother complained that the price of vegetables had risen again, my father had breakfast with a newspaper, and my sister ran around the house.

Now they are a corpse.

I looked at Osamu Dazai, wondering why he would provoke me.

Osamu Dazai shook the crumpled paper a few times, implying something, "Does Qianli want revenge?"

"I want to." I looked at him: "Can you help me get revenge."

I don't take revenge for the tragic death of my relatives, I'm not that indifferent yet.

After hearing my reply, Osamu Dazai was still smiling. He stood up from the sofa, turned his gaze from the piece of paper to me, stepped on the side of my mother's body, and lightly told the truth about my parents' murder.

"The murderer who killed them is called Fukuichiro Kanagawa."

"Why are you staring at our family?" I asked, "My parents are ordinary people."

"Ordinary people?" Osamu Dazai sneered, "Your father was a famous military police officer."

I frowned, military police?

As far as I can remember, my father has always been just an ordinary ramen restaurant owner.

"But he's retired." Dazai Osamu looked at me, his tone full of inquiry: "Miao Zi, a supernatural being who was once under the special care of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division, lost his supernatural power after his supernatural power went berserk, and was proposed to be the subject of supernatural power experimentation. Members joined the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and your father resigned from the military police to protect you."

I tilted my head: "Ability, what is that?"

"Have you forgotten?" This time it was Osamu Dazai's turn to be surprised. He rolled up my files and stuffed them back into his pocket. He stepped over my mother's dead body a few steps and approached me, his iris-colored eyes staring at me inquisitively. I.

I finally saw his eyes clearly.

Beautiful iris-colored eyes, with faint emotions imprinted on the outside, but empty and dead stillness inside.

Osamu Dazai's eyes are too clean, so clean that there is nothing, like a mirror, reflecting my expressionless face.

"You don't know the ability?"

"I don't know." I shook my head.

"I really don't know anything." Osamu Dazai put his hand on my shoulder, and he looked at me, as if he wanted to see the flaw in my expression.

Let him down, I am expressionless even when I see the dead body of my relatives, what can he see.

A friend of mine once complained about me, saying that I was too unhappy to express myself, and my blue eyeballs were like glass beads in wave soda, no matter what happened to me, there was no fluctuation at all.

"So calm, Chisato." Osamu Dazai stared at me for a while, and finally let me go.

"Want revenge?" he asked.

"Yes, of course I do." I raised my head and heard my own cold voice.

"I'll provide you with the murderer's information, how about you come with me." Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips.

go?

I short-circuited my brain for a while before I realized that I was already alone, as Osamu Dazai said, I had nothing left.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Yokohama." Osamu Dazai said.

"Let me re-introduce." Osamu Dazai yawned lazily, pulled out a wooden warehouse from under the windbreaker and threw it to me: "I am a reserve cadre of the Yokohama Port Mafia, and I am here in Tokyo to deal with prisoners who offend the dignity of the Port Mafia. , Dazai Osamu of Fukuichiro Kanagawa."

mafia?

I wowed, feeling a little disillusioned while touching the wooden warehouse in my hand.

Osamu Dazai, who is thinner than me and half-crippled in bandages, has such a domineering identity as a mafia reserve cadre.

I didn't doubt the truth of his words. Living in Tokyo, I knew a little about the port mafia next door in Yokohama, and pretending to be a mafia would not do Dazai Osamu any good.

Besides, Osamu Dazai threw Kikura to me. Except for the mafia, who can be so rich as to give Mukura as a meeting gift.

"Going to Yokohama to be a mafia?" I rubbed my chin and thought it was good. In the hearts of boys, being a handsome mafia in a black suit is a cool thing.

"That's right, and I was brought back by the reserve cadres. As my direct subordinates, I don't have to follow the lower-level members to pick up corpses." Osamu Dazai smiled very kindly: "I am second only to the leaders and cadres. Reserve cadres."

I understand, what Osamu Dazai meant was for me to hug his thigh and ascend to heaven in one step.

"How tall?" I asked.

Osamu Dazai compared the numbers.

My heart moved.

"Help me avenge, and I will offer my loyalty to you."

I looked at him, every word.

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The author has something to say:

Qianli Lao is crazy, with facial paralysis, distorted personality, and Dazai Zhi who is not crazy about whoring.