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

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"Loyalty of thousands of miles? Sounds good." Osamu Dazai said in a harsh and elongated tone: "Unfortunately, I hate dogs."

I calmly retorted when he secretly called me a dog: "If you insist on not treating me as a human, then I am a cat."

I feel that with my noble and glamorous personality, I can't be a dog no matter what.

"Cat, sounds good?" Osamu Dazai stretched out a hand, touched my head, and rubbed it casually a few times.

I played with the super handsome wooden gun, and thought I was very professional, made a gesture of holding the wooden gun, and aimed at Osamu Dazai.

"Is the daily life of the mafia a fight?"

Osamu Dazai was facing the dark wooden warehouse, without any sense of tension, he raised his eyes and glanced at me, and asked back.

"I can arrange for you to pick up corpses and clean up if you like."

"No need." I answered honestly, the arm holding the wooden warehouse was a little tired, and I asked him curiously, "Aren't you afraid?"

What if I accidentally slipped my hand, or the wooden warehouse escaped and killed him.

Osamu Dazai sighed. Before I could react, he took the wooden warehouse from my hand. I rubbed my wrist that hurt from the wooden warehouse taken by him, thinking that no wonder he was not afraid.

Then I heard Osamu Dazai's voice.

"You didn't have insurance."

Ah, it turns out that the wooden warehouse is still insured.

No wonder Osamu Dazai is so fearless, I thought heartlessly, and the next action of Osamu Dazai scared me.

Osamu Dazai skillfully opened the safety lock, and then he put the wooden canister back into my hand, and also thoughtfully helped me to put it in a good position, with the wooden canister mouth facing his nose upward position.

"Hit here, and Yi Mucang is guaranteed to be fatal."

This time it was my turn to tremble.

I don't understand why things suddenly became like this.

My hand was held by him, and I couldn't move. I could only maintain the posture of pressing the wooden box against his forehead, but my thumb was on the trigger. As long as I pulled the trigger, Osamu Dazai would die.

At such a close distance, even an idiot can kill someone.

"Dazai-kun?" I called him tremblingly.

"Although my ideal is to commit suicide, it's not bad to die at the hands of such an interesting person as Qianli."

Osamu Dazai's eyes were full of longing for the imminent death, and he was excited.

My arm started to ache, and I tried my best to maintain my thumb, for fear that I might accidentally kill someone.

After a stalemate for a minute, Osamu Dazai let go first.

"pat"

The wooden warehouse fell to the ground, and I picked it up tremblingly, but I didn't know how to close the insurance, and I was helpless holding it.

Osamu Dazai sighed, he took the wooden bin from me, closed the safety, and put it back on his side.

"It's so disappointing, Chisato, I thought you would be bolder." Osamu Dazai said disappointedly.

I was still in shock. In the 2 minutes just now, I was more frightened than seeing my parents' dead bodies.

How could someone force a high school student who met for the first time to kill himself with a wooden warehouse?

If I press it, Osamu Dazai will die right in front of me.

I held my forehead and felt a tingling pain in my head, as if a needle was piercing my brain. Fortunately, this reaction was only for a short moment, and it was skipped like an illusion, so I didn't care about it.

"Dazai-kun, although I have never been in the mafia, murdering my boss should be a serious crime." I looked at Dazai with resentment.

No, murder is also a serious crime, but being a mafia should not avoid murder?

I don't have any opinion on killing people, after all, I haven't killed people before, but, with my personality, I wouldn't think too much even if I killed someone.

"It's so fast to enter the role, Qianli." Osamu Dazai puffed up his cheeks, like a hamster, inexplicably cute, he passed me, and was about to open the door to leave: "However, such a sensible Qianli, as my subordinate, should be better than those in the headquarters. Interesting."

He vacated the place, and I just bent down to pick up the knocked-off mobile phone. I closed and checked the flip cover of the mobile phone a few times. Osamu Dazai was heard complaining.

"It's disgusting, Mr. Mori. This business trip as promised is a vacation, but in the end we have to do so many things for him." He dragged his voice lazily, and opened the door. Only then did I realize that the Dazai in front of me Zhi, because he was a boy younger than me.

"Who is Mr. Sen?" I asked curiously.

Osamu Dazai held the door and stopped his movements. His tone was full of disgust. He made an exaggerated gesture: "A disgusting lolicon uncle who likes the pervert of a 12-year-old girl."

He sized me up and said maliciously.

"He likes someone as beautiful as Qianli, ah, what a pity, Qianli is a boy, and it's beyond Mr. Mori's hunting range."

I have a question mark, my appearance is definitely not beautiful, on the contrary, it looks very reliable and makes people feel calm. According to my friend, it is an ice cube face that can stop children from crying at night, no matter what happens Poker face.

You say I'm beautiful because of my hair?

I am about a fist shorter than Osamu Dazai, and my black hair is very long, reaching about my shoulders, because I hate the sharp scissors moving on top of my head when I get a haircut.

Speaking of beauty, Osamu Dazai is much prettier than me, with a baby face, slightly curly black hair, a delicate face that cannot be covered by bandages wrapped around half of his face, and the corners of his lips are raised when he smiles. He is an adult's favorite well-behaved child.

Osamu Dazai observed my bewildered expression for a while, and then said something belatedly.

"I lied to you."

"Mr. Mori doesn't like ice cubes, he likes... um, Pepper?"

"Oh." What else can I say but oh.

"That's really a grown-up with unique taste."

Osamu Dazai is a reserve cadre, and those who can be called by him with respect are probably cadres, or leaders?

In any case, the top mafia leader named Mr. Mori was killed by Osamu Dazai.

"Pfft." Dazai Osamu was amused by my answer, he leaned back and forth with a smile, his curly black hair was shaking up and down, making people want to touch it.

"Mr. Mori's taste is indeed unique."

Osamu Dazai finally opened the door of my house and walked out in an aboveboard manner, I followed behind him.

I thought to myself, isn't he afraid of being caught by surveillance cameras?

"The monitoring is broken." Osamu Dazai, who was walking in front of me, miraculously knew what I was thinking, and condescended to explain.

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