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

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After eating, Osamu Dazai readily took out my wallet and patted the table to pay.

After saying goodbye to Sakunosuke Oda, the sky was slightly dusky, and I ate the oden that Osamu Dazai bought with my money, and sat side by side with him on a park bench.

"Where should I stay tonight?" Osamu Dazai refused to return my wallet, I didn't even have the money to go to the hotel.

I inserted a piece of arctic fin and watched Osamu Dazai holding crab sticks in his oden.

This guy really likes crabs.

Oden has no soul without soft and rotten daikon and kelp.

Osamu Dazai thought for a while, and told me that he didn't know about this issue either. He glanced at me, as if he was a bit disgusted: "It's impossible to return your wallet, but if Qianli wants to live with me, it's not impossible."

I hold back.

Because I can't beat it.

The ability was defeated by Tianke again.

I swear that I will practice taijutsu hard tomorrow, and strive to hammer Osamu Dazai against the wall one day.

"Then where is your home?" I just finished eating curry and rice, and I bought oden just because I was greedy. I touched my belly, which was not hungry, and felt that it was not good to waste, so I took a sip of soup and planned to eat slowly.

"Home?" Osamu Dazai repeated my question first, and then replied: "It's just a temporary place to live, I live in a container in an underground warehouse."

container?

"Do you have any strange hobbies, Dazai?"

Can't live in a house, live in a container?

Can the narrow iron sheet be used as a house, can it be comfortable?

The purpose of living in a container on a business trip is for concealment. Why is he still living in a container in Yokohama?

"Because I'm poor." Osamu Dazai spread his hands helplessly, "I don't even have money to eat."

Is that right?

But he also said just now that he takes Zhongyuan Zhongye's card every day.

With the speed at which Dazai touched his wallet, he would have no money to spend.

Doesn't the port mafia even have a dormitory? Mori Ogai let his reserve cadres sleep in containers in the underground warehouse.

"By the way, I only have one bed. If I want to live in Qianli, I can only sleep on the sofa."

I gave him a blank look: "Then give me back the wallet."

"No." Osamu Dazai moved to the edge of the chair and moved away from me.

"It's better than me sleeping on a park bench." I sighed, "That's it for tonight."

It is estimated that asking Dazai Osamu if there is a dormitory for the port mafia is useless, so I should ask the reliable sister Hongye.

If Osamu Dazai doesn't return my wallet, then I'm really penniless.

When I first came to Yokohama, I brought some luggage, but I threw it in the trunk of that car. Osamu Dazai ate all my snacks, so the luggage should still be.....

For some reason, I always have the feeling that Osamu Dazai really went through my luggage and it's not hard to accept.

How should I put it, Osamu Dazai is not incapable of doing this.

Or it's strange that he doesn't flip.

"Where's my luggage?" I asked casually.

"It's where I live." Osamu Dazai blinked, followed my suspicious gaze and raised his hand to explain: "I didn't move, there is a lock on your suitcase, I can't move even if I want to."

How do you know there is a lock if you don't move it.

I'm too lazy to bother with Osamu Dazai, it's just some clothes and toiletries anyway.

"Why are you there?"

"You're not here, no one is going to take it, and my subordinates don't know what to do with it, so I just took it back." Dazai Osamu explained, his tone seemed to say, I will help you keep things, praise me quickly.

"No wonder you don't let me bring too many things." I sighed softly, and my mind went back to the miserable days in the slums.

I came to Yokohama, the first step was to meet a leader, the second step was induced by the price of a crepe to help someone get rid of more than [-] chess pieces, and the third step was thrown into the slums without stopping for PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds.

God knows how much I miss the little quilt in my suitcase when I sleep in cardboard boxes.

While we were chatting, the sound of gunfire and screams in the streets and alleys in the distance didn't stop, and they were getting closer.

"Yokohama is really peaceful." I heard the gunshots, saw a man clutching his stomach running out of the alley, and was killed by the bullets chasing after him, and calmly ate a carrot.

"Since the death of Masao Fujita, the news of 5000 billion leaked, and Yokohama is in chaos." Dazai Osamu glanced at me: "Because of Mr. Mori's order, all the port mafia are on hold, and there is no mission."

"That's not good..." I thought of the port mafia's overcrowded torture chamber, listening to the intermittent gunfire that had been going on since I left the port mafia, and I was a little cautious.

If there's a single culprit for the war, it's me.

But the root cause is Mori Ogai's ambition and human greed.

I am but a fuse.

"But this war will only grow bigger and bigger like a snowball, and reach the peak, involving all forces in Yokohama. The port mafia cannot escape. Mr. Mori thinks he can control it, hmph." Osamu Dazai shook his head, with his Smart, you can definitely deduce everything from the fact that I went undercover in the Mingguang Group.

He could also guess that the 5000 billion had already been obtained by Mori Ogai.

"War..." I shook my head slightly, raised my left hand, and put on a playing posture, as if a bright blue silk thread would emerge from my fingertips in the next thought: "And I What does it matter?"

Osamu Dazai didn't respond after hearing my words, but just pressed my hand from above: "In a world of violence and bloodshed, maybe you can find a reason to live from it."

"Compared to you, I'm really a monster." I was obediently pressed down by Osamu Dazai, and withdrew my hand: "Dazai can see that, I am attracted by those things."

The loss of other people's lives and chaos will only stimulate the madness in my blood. The old self I cling to will one day deteriorate in the endless darkness.

"Even if it's a monster, I released it." Osamu Dazai moved from the edge of the chair to my side with disdain, put his hand on my head and rubbed it: "I discovered the talent of thousands of miles."

Does that count as talent?

Osamu Dazai's hand was not too big, and the feeling of rubbing it on his head was itchy and warm, like smoothing a cat's fur.

"No matter who I am, it's me, Dazai." I heard myself ask.

"Otherwise, who else could it be?" Osamu Dazai said, "You are you."

After his words fell, I finally had a sense of reality that the dust had fallen to the ground.

I finally know what I have been obsessed with. What I care about is the me who fell into the darkness and indulged in blood, and the ordinary me, the me a month ago, and the me now, which one is the right one? Real me.

I'm afraid of losing myself.

Osamu Dazai said, I am me.

Which one is me.

In Thin Ye Qianli's world, there are only three kinds of people, the person, the person he cares about, and others.

The wind blew past the two of us, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of oden.

A small mention, in the end I went to sleep in the container with Osamu Dazai.

He sleeps on the bed and I sleep on the sofa.

When I woke up, my back was sore, but fortunately Osamu Dazai was still breathing.

It's this guy who has to take sleeping pills before going to bed, which is really worrying.

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The author has something to say:

Osamu Dazai: How can I trick you if you return your wallet?

According to the news that the port mafia members risked their lives to pass on, the port mafia has dormitories (whispers)

Guess how many manuscripts I have in hand?If I guess right, I will add more (too much saved)