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

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To my death, I took a hard bite of the dry bread, wiped away the bloodstains scratched by the bullets with ease, put away the puppet, bypassed all the corpses, and walked to my temporary foothold.

What Mori Ogai gave me was that he was forcibly tied back to Yokohama by Osamu Dazai, only to find out that the death of his parents was because of Osamu Dazai's design to capture the evidence of Fukuichiro Kanagawa. raw script.

I doubted that Mori Ogai's parents' death was due to Osamu Dazai's inaction, and Mori Ogai told me with a smile that this is necessary and artistic processing.

me: oh.

Be bold and say directly that you want a rift between me and Osamu Dazai.

There is no need for Osamu Dazai to wait for Fukuichiro Kanagawa to commit the crime before arresting him. Osamu Dazai is here to kill him, not the military and police to handle the case.

I know this, and Mori Ogai knows that I know this.

This is the brilliance of Mori Ogai.

He shared with me that Osamu Dazai, who is his confidant and favorite general, likes to commit suicide. He complained that Osamu Dazai's subordinates always responded to him by jumping into the river and hanged himself.

People always like to think a little more in case, people are creatures who will regret and imagine.

As long as Osamu Dazai came earlier, Chiba Chisato's parents could be saved.

As long as Osamu Dazai didn't catch Kanagawa Fukuichiro perfunctorily after jumping into a river with his whole body wet, he would be able to save the innocent family of three.

Normal people would think so.

I complied with Mori Ogai's words, and only I know what I'm thinking.

Closer to home.

For the authenticity of the script, I have been hunted by the port mafia for a week, and I am currently hiding out in the slums of Yokohama, Laser Street.

The charge was that he killed 23 low-level members of the port mafia and seriously injured the reserve cadre Osamu Dazai.

Those poor hostile port mafia used by Mori Ogai that I protected Alice from.

As for Osamu Dazai who was seriously injured by me.

When did I have the ability to seriously injure Osamu Dazai, why don't I know.

Osamu Dazai is the natural enemy of [Qiansi Xixi]. As soon as he touches my puppet, he will disappear, and the sky will conquer me.

I haven't seen Osamu Dazai for a week, I miss him.

Smelling the unpleasant smell of Laser Street, I thought to myself, I really paid too much for the port mafia, biting open the skin of dry bread like biting the meat of Mori Ogai.

Dry and unpalatable.

But this is already good food in Laser Street.

My rewards are posted all over the outside, and I can't go out to buy food at all.

The killers attracted by the bounty are as frequent as locusts, and the various organizations that recruit me can't become angry and angry. In order to cater to the port mafia, they issued a kill order for me.

I snatched this piece of bread.

When I first came to Laser Street, I still felt dirty and bitter, slow to kill, and not vigilant against outsiders, and then in the harsh living environment, under the training of enemies that appeared all the time, I forced myself to rely on [Qiansi Opera] Kill a way.

From the beginning, I was heartless and had no sense of crisis. Now, I can easily distinguish the killing intent, and I can dig out useful supplies from the pile of corpses without changing my expression.

With Mori Ogai's secret support, within a week, the "undead operator" who had a sworn feud with the port mafia made a name for himself on Laser Street.

Some people say that the "Undead Operator" is the god of death resurrected from hell. He has the power to manipulate corpses and take away human souls.

Someone saw the "dead manipulator" pull out the soul from the human body and use it for him, so that the dead will never be at peace. He is the master of the night walk of ghosts and can drive monsters.

His undead are not afraid of any attack and can easily take human life.

I am embarrassed to hear the rumors describing my Secondary School.

I finished off the last piece of bread, looked at a row of people with guns standing in front of my temporary foothold, and calmly called out Bai Xingzhi.

No need for puppets, use Baixing Zombie to solve the battle quickly, so I can go to bed early.

I found a shelter and squatted down, ignoring the wailing and deafening gunshots of the people who were bitten to death by Baixing Zombie, and suddenly remembered that Baixing Zombie's bite was too bloody, and I was a little worried about where I would sleep tonight.

The screams finally stopped, and I stood up, intending to touch the corpse, looking for things like candy biscuits.

I've been so hungry this week.

I got my wish and pulled out a thick pastry wrapped in a pink handkerchief from a corpse. If I lost my girlish heart, it might be a love handkerchief prepared by my girlfriend or daughter. I was a little hesitant to eat this thick pastry.

If it was me in the past, I would definitely dismiss this kind of cold and thick snacks, but now I have not eaten excess sugar for a week, and I am really greedy.

There shouldn't be anyone poisoning the snacks they carry with them, right?

But the experience of eating poisonous bread that made me almost cold made me not dare to speak.

After hesitating again and again, I still lost the snack.

So why on earth did I not go to the military and the police but to the mafia?

Did you give me a collar as a keepsake because of that bastard Osamu Dazai plotting against me?

So Mori Ogai arranged the plot where I seriously injured Osamu Dazai. In order to be realistic, Osamu Dazai must be injured and lie dead for outsiders to see. Why don't you let me vent my anger.

If I didn’t find anything to eat, I added a handful of bullets and put them in my pocket. If I had supernatural powers, I couldn’t use the wooden barn.

But the puppet was summoned with bare hands. It is too troublesome to strangle him to death just by not being afraid of bullets, or to hold people down and let me end their lives with silk threads, so I want to give them weapons.

After finishing the daily body groping, it was getting dark, and I didn't want to live in a house with corpses piled up at the door, so I had to find a place to spend the night before dark.

Far from being bitten to death by Baixing Zombie, the heavily bloody venue, the lingering bloody smell dissipated, and the unique musty smell of Laser Street spread in my nose, which was also mixed with an incompatible sweet fragrance.

Sweet?

I pondered it carefully, and it was a bit like the aroma of thick dim sum.

Dim Sum?

Dim Sum? !

I didn't eat it, but even if I smell it from a distance, can I still be recruited?

What is so poisonous.

My head has already started to go dizzy, it's because of drugs, and the mastermind behind the scenes doesn't want my life, so with the last bit of perseverance, I found a cardboard box and got in.

It saves me a lot of trouble when I let the black hands behind the scenes carry me, I'm such a sweet little baby.

I finally couldn't hold it anymore and lost consciousness.

When I woke up, my eyes were blindfolded, I shook my suspended hand, and as expected, I heard the sound of iron chains colliding.

I didn't smell blood or mold. The place where I was imprisoned was not a dungeon. On the contrary, there was a smell of high-grade incense in the air.

Yo, the organization that caught me this time is incredible.

The facilities are hard enough.

I'm not going to be caught by the military police or the Supernatural Secret Service. I'm going to be sent to prison?

When I was thinking wildly, someone came, my blindfold was lifted, and then someone pressed a wooden warehouse on my temple.

Don't be like this brother, I will be cold if I go off fire.

I blinked, adapting to the sudden bright light, and saw my situation clearly.

It was a very luxurious reception room, decorated in a medieval style, and I was fixed on a movable bondage frame.

"Who are you?" I asked hoarsely, and I already had a guess in my heart: "If it's the port mafia, tell your leader, I can't work for you."

A middle-aged man in a gray suit came late with a cigar in his mouth. He sized me up a bit, and he took good care of my impotent and furious look, who was threatened with my life by the wooden warehouse.

Then he pretended to reprimand his subordinates and asked him to untie me.

"How can you treat guests like this, Murata, get the wooden warehouse away."

I pretended to be suspicious, and rubbed my wrist that was hurt by the handcuffs: "Who are you?"

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The author has something to say:

Holding my more than 50 chapters of manuscripts, I am proud of the crowd. I wrote these yesterday. The original plot has Oda Zuo going to the jewelry store to investigate the case and encountering Shibusawa Ryuhiko. He captured Shibusawa Ryuhiko in a few words and did not kill him.

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Chisato: Odasaku is indeed the one who can attract Osamu Dazai, and he can even chat with Bai Qilin

Osamu Dazai (Look at the locator: Qianli, did you go to the bar and chat with someone for two hours yesterday?

Qianli: Yes, yes, yes, I also met a very strange person. His ideal is to create a world without supernatural beings. The second illness is interesting.

Osamu Dazai: ...You and Odasaku are both amazing