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

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This is a very quiet bar with elegant music playing. I haven't drunk alcohol, but after get off work today, I was dazed by the jewelry case, so I stepped into this direction with a single step.

I only heard from Osamu Dazai that he, Sakunosuke Oda, and Ango Sakaguchi, who I captured back to the Port Mafia, would occasionally drink together in a bar.

Because I don't know how to drink, I declined Dazai Osamu's invitation several times, and every time I went home after get off work, I waited for the drunk Dazai Osamu to come back.

When I think of Ango Sakaguchi, I think of the arrest operation. Osamu Dazai passed out suddenly. He has been so busy that he didn't go to the medical department to ask what happened to him.

I don't know much about wine, and there is no low-alcohol content after asking. The bartender took a look at me and served me a glass of tomato juice.

Okay, underage can't drink alcohol.

It was still early, and there was no one in the bar. The bartender was an uncle, slowly wiping his glasses.

No one chats with me, and it is rare for me to enjoy this peace. A glass of tomato juice is slightly sour and sweet in the mouth, which does not match my favorite heavy taste, but it is surprisingly delicious.

The music played in the bar is a popular erotic track. The content is about a passionate woman pursuing love. I don't understand it, but it doesn't prevent me from thinking it sounds good.

The passionate and bold love of the protagonist of the track is admirable.

Thanks to my not-so-ugly skin and cold temperament, I have also received love letters. I love all good-looking things. This is not shameful. People are visual animals. The first way to understand new people is their appearance. I It's just that they value appearance more than others, but it's just the degree of liking.

My contact with anyone is separated by a layer of film.

I subconsciously reject physical contact with others, even if it is a sweet and soft girl who I think is a treasure in the world from the bottom of my heart. This has saved my life during the "Acacia" incident and many times afterwards.

Except for Osamu Dazai.

Not only do I not reject physical contact with him, I even... some desire it.

It's [Disqualification in the World].

But I knew it in my heart, not just disqualification in the world, but a feeling that I couldn't even explain myself.

In the beginning, it was just because of Osamu Dazai's wet appearance, he looked like my dead cat, but because of his erroneous pursuit of those things in the dark world, I stayed by his side.

Later, I was really moved by him. When he pursued death, he really wanted people to hug him desperately.

Want to redeem him.

No matter how many times he is confused, he will unswervingly save him.

Redemption?

What an interesting word.

What do I think of myself as Osamu Dazai?

I don't understand what Dazai Osamu thinks of me, but I know that in his heart, I am special, different from Oda Sakunosuke, and Nakahara Naka.

Maybe it's because I delivered it to my door by myself... a dog.

It's a cat, but I rely on Osamu Dazai's appearance, no different from a dog, Osamu Dazai teases me, and his possessiveness towards me is no different from a pet dog.

I touched the collar bracelet under the sleeve, there is a locator inside, sometimes Osamu Dazai will bring in a new one, and he has no intention of hiding it from me at all.

At least Osamu Dazai doesn't hate me, does he?

The frequency of my drinking tomato juice is still too fast. Although I try my best to imitate the people I see on TV and stay in bars for hours at a time, I can't adapt to the rhythm of the bar and finish a glass in 10 minutes.

Asked for another glass.

I don't think I deserve to mention that I've been to a bar without sitting here for an hour.

But sitting in a daze by myself is really a bit boring.

There were footsteps at the door of the bar.

who is coming?

Couldn't be lucky to meet Dazai Osamu.

I took a look, and it was a stranger, so I turned back and drank my own.

Someone came to sit next to me and asked the bartender for a glass of lemonade.

With so many seats, why sit next to me?

I'm not a novice who doesn't know anything, and I'm subconsciously wary of this stranger's actions.

But he looks thinner than Osamu Dazai, so there should be no danger, right?

No, I always feel that this person is super dangerous...

After all, you are not hostile to me, so it seems a bit impolite to leave now?

The stranger took the glass from the bartender, didn't drink it, but looked at my tomato juice: "Don't you want to drink at the bar?"

"I'm allergic to alcohol." I shook my head slightly, looking at the solitary lemon in his glass: "Didn't you drink it too?"

"It seems that we are all weirdos who come to the bar and don't drink." The stranger raised the glass in his hand with a smile: "I am Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky."

"Russian?" I was asked to toast for the first time, and I raised my cup curiously. The two cups collided and made a crisp sound: "I am Qianli Boye."

"My hometown is Siberia." Fyodor took a sip of lemonade, and his crystal purple eyes were brewing something under the light.

Is he wearing too thick clothes?

I noticed that the boy was wearing a thick plush cape and a snow-white snow cap on his head.

Kind of like onigiri...

Speaking Japanese with a Siberian accent is quite nice, and it makes people want to talk.

In fact, it is due to his good looks.

"Is Mr. Offidor afraid of the cold?" I asked curiously.

"I'm not in good health."

Are the Russians not in good health? I thought all Russians could beat a bear with their bare hands while holding vodka.

Neither of us spoke for the rest of it.

I simply don't know how to communicate with random strangers.

"Mr. Bo Ye is a mafia? Is it a supernatural being?"

Although it is a question sentence, my identity has long been affirmed in the tone.

I took a sip of the freshly served tomato juice and didn't panic. With my attire, 99% of them are mafia, plus I can come to the bar to drink at this time, there is a high probability that I am a supernatural person with self-protection ability: "What is the identity of Mr. Fyodor who can sit and chat with me, a mafia?"

"I... an information dealer." Fyodor smiled lightly: "It's just an inconspicuous mouse in this city."

This sentence made me look at him more. When he said that he was a mouse, he didn't laugh at himself, but with some pride?

"No one calls themselves a mouse."

"Is a mouse a curse?" Fyodor asked in surprise.

"Because most people in the world don't like rats. Textbooks always describe that kind of creature as dirty and despicable. They also live in the sewer."

A thing, no matter what its nature is, as long as most people don't like it, it is wrong, as long as everyone thinks it is dirty, then it is dirty.

There is nothing wrong with going with the flow.

I thought about it, and expressed my opinion: "I don't care, after all, the mouse is quite cute after washing it?"

A small, fluffy mouse with ears and a tail. As long as it doesn't bite people and has no virus, it's a clean, clever mouse. What an ideal pet.

"Indeed, the rats are not at fault. It is the prejudice of the world that makes them bear sins that do not belong to them."

Fyodor said quite a bit, it was not the mouse that was wrong, but the symbol of this world.

"Rats are everywhere, and they hide in every corner of the city." Fyodor heard my cute words about the rats, and his tone was softer: "Many tall buildings collapsed because the rats gnawed their foundations underground."

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The author has something to say:

千里：这个人很危险，但是他长得好看，和太宰治好像，算了，聊聊吧。感谢在2022-01-2511:01:04~2022-01-2610:06:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of blood charm;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!