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

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There were armed men waiting for me outside the office, and the dense bullets made me desperate, so I jumped out of the open window with my heart pounding.

This is the 23rd floor, and jumping down is a dead end. The GGS people fired a few shots formally and ignored me.

What does it feel like to jump off a building.

All the senses are infinitely magnified, time seems to be stagnant, slowly evoking some memories that I have forgotten for a long time in my mind, it seems that it has been a long time, but in fact it is only a short moment, the wind blows past the ear and the face hurts.

Then I was picked up.

I opened my eyes and met a pair of crimson blue eyes. I turned my head and found that my body was glowing red, suspended in the air.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, good afternoon, and thank you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also manipulated the gravity to put me down, and I sat down against the wall to slow down the beating heart caused by the extreme bungee jumping.

"That fellow Dazai, you tricked me here just to catch you?" Nakahara Nakaya said with an incredulous look on his face, "That guy has finally gone crazy and has something to do with you. Is he planning to betray the Port Mafia?"

I suddenly had a bad premonition, that feeling of surviving after a catastrophe: "Mr. Zhongyuan, did you almost realize that you were cheated, and then you don't plan to come?"

Looking at Nakahara Chuya's expression, I knew it was.

If the Central Plains does not come, then I will be cold.

Osamu Dazai actually tricked Nakahara Chuya over to my life.

Fortunately, I believe so much that he jumped off the building.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hat, his eyes full of murderous intent: "I don't care why you jumped off the building, let's talk now about the fact that you robbed the port mafia of a business last week?"

"Mr. Zhongyuan, it's not important. What's important is that Masao Fujita is dead. Mr. Fujita's inheritance, a large sum of money, is now owned by people from GGS." I pointed to the building of Mingguang Group behind me: "They should quickly down."

Nakahara Chuya's breath became extremely irritable in an instant, he didn't care about me, he cursed Osamu Dazai, his body emitted red light, and he controlled gravity and walked towards the Mingguang Group building.

I knew that the people of GGS were in danger, so I took out my phone and called Osamu Dazai, telling him that Chuya Nakahara had gone up.

It was Mori Ogai's order to kill Fujita Masao and put the blame on GGS. In order to get online with GGS, I flogged my own past again.

I counted how often Masao Fujita inspected the inheritance. There are only a small part of genuine products stored in his office, worth only two to three hundred million yuan, and Zhongyuan Zhong also went, and that little money will be collected by the port mafia.

According to Mori Ogai's instructions, the real inheritance was hidden in three parts, and only Mori Ogai and I knew the location.

The next step is to spread the news about the death of the trusted president of Mingguang Group and the fact that the 5000 billion inheritance left by the old man of Mingguang Group has no owner.

"Thank you, Qianli, how does it feel to jump off the building?" Osamu Dazai asked me cheerfully.

I straightened my messy hair and told him calmly.

"It was only after I saw the revolving lantern that I realized that my life was actually a shameful past."

Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue: "Is Qianli angry?"

"Dazai-kun, I almost died." I wasn't angry, I was just irritated.

"Zhong won't stop going, even if he knows I'm lying to him, he won't stop going." Osamu Dazai explained to me for the first time: "Can I still joke about thousands of miles of life? Can you control it?"

"Hmm." I was extremely cold.

"Hey Qianli, I was wrong. Treat you to curry tonight? Don't ignore me, then... How about shaking hands for a minute?"

"I forgive you, Dazai-kun." I was not angry at all, I would not let go of the opportunity to have physical contact with Dazai, and I would not take advantage of it.

As expected of Osamu Dazai, just from such a short contact last time, did he see that I can use [No Human Qualification] to eliminate the side effects of [Thousand Silk Opera].

"Tsk, Qianli, you are so straightforward, are you greedy for my body?"

"I'm greedy for your abilities, Dazai-kun." I said bluntly.

"Qianli is not cute at all."

"I've been working overtime for three days, and I've overused my abilities, and I jumped off a building just now and it was too exciting. I need to rest now, Dazai-kun." I fell into a dead-end alley with few people on the edge of Mingguang Group, leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. Eyes, almost no strength to hold the phone.

"I thought you were angry, Qianli, I was scared to death, go to sleep, I will pick you up later."

"Yeah." I hung up the phone, unable to hold on, and passed out.

My mission is finally done.

I slept for a long time this time, and the peacefulness in my sleep was strange. I opened my eyes in a daze, and found that Osamu Dazai was sitting on the side of my bed playing games with his back behind me.

It turned out that Osamu Dazai was by my side, no wonder I slept so well.

I blinked and realized I was sleeping in a single room somewhere.

"Dazai-kun, can I exchange for a handshake now?"

Hearing that I woke up, Osamu Dazai stood up from my bed, moved to the chair beside the bed, and freed up a hand for playing games for me, pressing the game console with one hand.

I grasped feebly, but loosely. I don’t use [Qiansi Xi], I won’t be troubled by excess emotions, but I’m too tired. I don’t want [Disqualification in the World], but I just want to grab Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai focused all his attention on the game console. He was so active in operating it with one hand that he even dangled my hand in the air. No matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be unable to catch the signs of him falling.

I was forced to use some strength.

"It's finally over."

"After completing such a dangerous task, what did Mr. Mori promise you?" Osamu Dazai asked calmly.

"Preparation cadre." Sitting on an equal footing with Osamu Dazai, it's really hard not to be tempted.

"Preparation cadres..." Dazai Osamu murmured, he put down the game console in his hand, and smiled half a smile, black mud rolled out of his kite-colored eyes, what he said made my heart feel extremely cold.

"The same is true of the little guy in Chuya. As soon as he came in, he soared into the sky and became the direct subordinate of Miss Hongye. Qianli also wants to learn from him, so why don't you leave me as the leader?"

The joking words made me suddenly sober.

I have read Zhongya Zhongya's information. He is the leader of the "Sheep", an organization that can compete with the port mafia, the gravity manipulator, and the number one physical master of the port mafia.

With such an excellent resume and ability, he joined the organization as a direct subordinate, and it took half a year to become a reserve cadre.

I... what the hell.

Mori Ogai promised such a high salary for an undercover mission that cannot be made public.

If he dares to give, will I dare to sit? If he dares to sit, will he be able to convince the crowd and survive.

"Have you left me as the master?" Dazai Osamu added intentionally or unintentionally, and he looked at me.

Is it a warning...

still care?

I was sweating profusely, and I slipped off Dazai Osamu's hand, and Dazai Osamu grabbed my hand and put my hand on his arm.

"I also think that the reserve cadre is too big for me. I was brought in by Mr. Dazai, so of course I will be his subordinate." In order to ease the atmosphere, I said: "The dwarf that Mr. Dazai said... Is it Mr. Nakahara?"

I suddenly remembered that Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't know my undercover identity.

"That's right, Chisato, you don't have to be so polite to him, Chu is just my dog." Osamu Dazai let me hold his hand indulgently, and put the game console aside with his free hand.

"Mr. Nakahara, it's not voluntary."

"He's just an idiot slug who didn't admit his bet after losing a bet with me." Speaking of Nakahara Chuya, Osamu Dazai had the same disgust as Nakahara Chuya mentioned him.

"You two have such a good relationship." I sighed sincerely, feeling a little sad in my heart.

Oda Sakunosuke is Dazai Osamu's friend, and Nakahara Nakahara is also Dazai Osamu's partner, they are all people who can make Dazai Osamu feel emotional.

What is the relationship between me and Osamu Dazai?

friend?

I held Osamu Dazai's hand. Both of us have dry skin, and our body temperature is relatively cool. After holding for so long, the place where the two skins meet is only a little hot, and there is no sweating.

"Who has a good relationship with that slug? Wait a minute, Chisato, why are you talking more and more like Oda Saku?"

"Destroyed by life." I smiled with difficulty. Although my body was rested, the exhaustion from working overtime has been deeply engraved in my mind.

I'm too tired to complain.

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The author has something to say:

Jump off the building before Dazai (??)

Osamu Dazai knew that Chiba Chisato's strength would probably be used by Mori Ogai, but he didn't expect that Mori Ogai would directly promise to reserve cadres. In order to protect Chisato, he could only black out

The ability is kept secret, but Nakahara Chuya and Ryunosuke Akutagawa are well known, and they bring considerable benefits to the port mafia, but they are very risky in private, and they are as powerful as Qianli's ability. , at least self-defense

Dazai thought, at least let him grow up before facing ups and downs

The following is a small compensation theater with a knife (involving spoilers)

[About Chisato's first drink, Osamu Dazai discovered that he was a drinker

Moreover, when Qianli is drunk, his limbs will become weak, his thinking will be slow, his brain circuits will be clear, he will listen to whatever he says, and he will be very well-behaved

So, when his limbs were weak and fell to the ground, he pressed his head to prevent him from getting up

Let the cat kneel weakly on the ground, raise its head and lick the wine on the back of its owner's hand

Thinking of it, I have to learn how to meow, don't let me press my head or let me get up

After waking up, the stupid cat couldn’t drink and had to drink hard, but his limbs were weak and he spilled the wine all over his body, and his shirt was soaked

Take the cat home in the bartender's "I should be underground" emote

Words induce the cat to bite the owner to leave evidence, and ask the truth while drinking, do you like me?

Then put the sleeping cat covered in wine on his bed to give him a surprise in the morning

It’s over, go to sleep (Dazai Osamu, are you okay)]