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

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I can suddenly understand Nakahara Nakaya's reaction when he heard Osamu Dazai say that he is his dog.

But I'm different, I call myself a cute cat, and it was proposed by myself and Osamu Dazai.

"Thank you for your hard work. To celebrate Qianli's growth, how about treating me to dinner tonight?"

Listening to Osamu Dazai's words, I slowly put out a question mark.

New concept celebration.

"Dazai, I haven't been paid yet, and I don't even know where I live now." I tried to wake up his conscience.

"That's a good question." Osamu Dazai was taken aback.

I was also stunned, so am I going to stay in a hotel tonight?

"Also, where is my bag of food?" I suddenly remembered when I first came to Yokohama, the plastic-packed food in the area where I encountered various killers.

Is he okay lying in the trunk.

"It fell on my car, and Qianli was away on a mission again, so I was eaten." Osamu Dazai said this without embarrassment at all.

While we were quarreling, Black Lizard cleaned up the battlefield. We suffered three casualties, and the other party's thirty were all wiped out. A lot of weapons were seized, including a kilogram of R12.

I looked at the R12 packed in small pale pink bags neatly arranged in the safe, and couldn't help but sigh that this drug is quite girlish.

"On the black market, one gram of R12 can be bought at a price of five thousand gang." Osamu Dazai said flatly.

So much more expensive than ordinary drugs?

I calculated, five thousand for one gram, and one kilogram for 50. Such a small box of things caught up with Osamu Dazai hiring "Acacia" to settle my money.

This thing is really profitable.

A member of the Black Lizard came over to ask for instructions with a living victim, and Dazai Osamu looked at me with a smile: "Come on, Qianli, and show off your harmless torture."

What the hell is harmless torture?

Let the two men of the black lizard support the unlucky ghost, and the silk thread climbed up the prisoner's limbs like tentacles, penetrated into his clothes, and pierced into his flesh and blood.

dong dong.

The sound of a heartbeat is present in my head.

"Where is your headquarters?" I saw myself expressionless in the prisoner's dilated light brown pupils.

The young boy's face was lined with frost. Even after experiencing the bloody storm just now, there was no trace of fear in his pupils.

Looking at me from his perspective, am I a big villain.

"In... a business building near Yamashita Park, on the third floor..." he said tremblingly.

I gently tugged at the filaments of my fingertips.

"you are lying."

The soaring wailing made the members of the Black Lizard who were supporting him tremble with fright, I covered my ears in disgust, and took a few steps back.

I know it hurts when my heart is strangled by a foreign object, but the few people I interrogated in the dungeon didn't scream like this.

Did my ability evolve after manipulating a large number of corpses?

After he finished calling, I asked again.

"Where is your headquarters?"

Before he raised his head and continued to answer my question, I took the first step: "I know you are lying, it hurts just now, I have more time, I can accompany you to experience it slowly."

He was trembling, and his heart beat faster than ordinary people, beating like a drum in my mind.

"Say it, I'll let you go, how about it?" I turned sideways to let him see my companions who were strewn with corpses clearly: "They are just dead desperadoes, and you are still alive, don't want to think about your In the future, why suffer for a group of dead people, how unfair, I feel sad for you."

Osamu Dazai came to me at some point. He leaned against the wall, watched my interrogation, and applauded: "You practiced your speaking skills very well, Qianli."

When he heard me say that he was going to let this person go, his expression changed instantly. It was "Okay, you are a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes who speaks nonsense without blinking contempt".

I don't have time to talk to Osamu Dazai, he was much worse than me during the interrogation, the intelligence agent's fear was enough to lead me astray, and now this person's fear is far from shaking my ego.

And if the silk thread is removed, people will die. It is a passive skill. Did I take the initiative to kill him?

I didn't want to kill him, it was obviously because he was not in good health and couldn't survive.

Suddenly, I found that I was getting bad tastes.

He is shaking.

People who smuggle drugs are basically empty shells that have lost their humanity and are centered on interests. The so-called persistence is just stubborn resistance.

"You seem to be a little hesitant." I imitated Osamu Dazai's tone, soft, like a young man whispering, this kind of light tone is much more frightening than cold and hard questioning.

"Have your relatives and friends been threatened? Tell them, and we will save them. Just tell us the location of the headquarters, and you can return to your previous life."

"Is it forced? It's so pitiful."

I said pitiful in my mouth, but I thought of the embarrassment of people who had smoked R12 shown in the information.

Some people will sell such high-priced drugs at low prices to school students, those ordinary children who are deeply bright and have a bright future. They can't afford the high R12, and then become a dirty deal for the rich to enjoy desire/beast.

After all, I was once in the light, even if I voluntarily fell, it does not mean that my three views have been distorted.

I used to call myself an ordinary person. Although I was indifferent to the outlook on life and death, I hated all kinds of filth, drugs, gambling, whoring.

It can't be said that he hates evil like hatred, but he will never touch it, and if he encounters it, he will definitely help to eliminate it.

This is not a noble character, but the minimum bottom line of being human.

The man gradually slackened under my words, I shook the silk thread between my fingers to let him recall the pain just now, finally, he spoke.

"The headquarters is in a basement near the red brick warehouse. There is a cherry blossom tree at the door, directly opposite a convenience store." He cried and said, "My mother is under surveillance by them, and she is in the Shanxia community. Please, please help her." save her."

"Thank you."

I got up, pulled off the silk thread, and under the gaze of the man who was incredulous, resentful, and then slowly closed his eyes, walked up to Osamu Dazai, and poked the back of his hand.

"It's over, Dazai."

When the silk thread is separated from the body, a person will not die immediately, but can clearly feel the passing of life. He can feel his heart bursting, and he can feel himself being dragged out of his body by something.

Then become a member of my puppet.

Osamu Dazai slapped off my fingers with a smile, and looked at me for a few seconds.

With a guilty conscience, I withdrew my hand and said to Guangjin Liulang who was standing on the side: "The question came out, shall we go now?"

I got to [Disqualification in the World] for a short time and haven't been scolded by Dazai, that's good.

"Yes, it's better to get rid of this kind of pest as soon as possible." Guangjin Liulang looked at me with less contempt and more respect.

If it was said that he only looked at me because of my superpowers before, now he looks at Osamu Dazai with the same eyes.

You probably think of me as someone like Osamu Dazai.

I am much purer than him.

I'm just drawing big cakes. Osamu Dazai is destroying other people's beliefs and belittling their worldview.

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I've got Mr. Mori again, I'm too lazy to struggle