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

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Osamu Dazai looked at me meaningfully, his eyes full of admiration: "Qianli, you have been chatting with the devil for so long."

Okay, I know I'm great, so stop scolding.

I only knew that Oda Sakunosuke and Bai Qilin chatted fiercely for a few minutes, but I didn't know that I chatted with the international criminal for nearly an hour.

"Maybe it was because I had an experience of not being a supernatural being that he came to me. If he didn't kill me, he probably knew he couldn't kill me?"

The title of "Necromancer" is not in vain, if a puppet comes out, a sea of ​​Jenga music can flood that bar.

"No one knows what the devil's ability is. Anyone who has seen it is dead." Osamu Dazai said.

That skinny Russian is as strong as Bai Qilin?

As expected of a Russian, maybe he has powerful physical skills that don't match his body size, and he can tear bears with his bare hands just like Zhongyuanzhong.

"Is the rat of the dead house very powerful?"

"Their intelligence network is like a rat in the sewer, deeply rooted and extremely complicated." Osamu Dazai said with disgust.

mouse?

"I suspect that Fyodor's abilities are related to rats, such as controlling rats, or spreading the plague." My mind was wide open.

"Pfft..." Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing.

When I finally got home, I was still picking up the keys from a pile of things in my pocket, only to hear a "click".

I silently withdrew my hand: "Don't pick the lock next time, the door is easy to break."

Osamu Dazai replied perfunctorily, and walked into the apartment on the second floor without looking back.

Dazai Osamu's superb lockpicking technique, I was amazed when I first saw it, but I gradually got used to it.

No matter how difficult the lock is, it cannot last more than 1 minute under Dazai Osamu.

My only thought right now is.

Please stop messing with the apartment gate.

It's not that he doesn't have a key, he just likes picking locks to get home.

He dragged down the windbreaker full of things and hung it on the coat rack. As expected, Osamu Dazai played a game on the sofa in a familiar position.

I resigned to my fate and went to the refrigerator to get the ingredients, then went to the kitchen, started the fire skillfully, and cooked.

God knows why I, a high school student spoiled by a virtuous mother and a father who runs a restaurant, can use the kitchen as skillfully as a housewife.

Thaw the frozen canned crab meat in hot water, boil the water, pour out the semi-finished rice, and cook the porridge.

Then he disassembled a plate of crab sticks, tore them into strips by hand and put them in a bowl for later use. He cracked an egg in the pot, boiled two packs of instant noodles, added green vegetables, and beat poached eggs.

Take out two bowls, put the shredded crab sticks on the surface for decoration, and then stir up Osamu Dazai's portion.

Otherwise, that bastard would definitely only pick crab sticks and not eat noodles.

The instant porridge was prepared very quickly. I put all the food on the tray, took the chopsticks and spoon, and took it out.

I took out soda from the refrigerator and poured a glass for Osamu Dazai and me.

The otaku version of the simple meal is complete.

"Thank you." Osamu Dazai must have been very hungry, but this time he wasn't picky about food. According to my request, he drank two mouthfuls of crab porridge and smacked his noodles obediently.

Seeing him eating so crisply, I frowned.

I haven't eaten for a few days.

Dazai Osamu looked very good when he was not being a demon. The bowl of Chengmen beat his face, and the hot steam from the noodle soup wet the boy's hair on both sides, making his pale face reddish.

I took a sip of the cold drink, and felt that Osamu Dazai was a bit attractive.

Sure enough, no matter if it is a man or a woman, as long as it is good-looking, everyone likes to appreciate it.

After dinner, I left the washing of dishes to the universal dishwasher. Looking at the messy living room, I thought it was time to find a housekeeper to tidy up the house.

As usual, he dragged Osamu Dazai, an Internet addict who played games after dinner, to his bed, and turned off the lights and closed the door in one go.

I clapped my hands and went back to my room to sleep.

My sleep was very deep before, and the blessing of living in the slums has become less deep, but I can still sleep very deeply in the place I consider home.

I seldom get up at night and usually sleep through the night

But I woke up rarely tonight, probably because I drank noodle soup and drinks for dinner.

I pushed open the door, intending to lie down in the bathroom, but was surprised to find that Osamu Dazai's room was brightly lit.

?

You woke up in the middle of the night too?

I pushed open the door of Osamu Dazai with a dark face, and saw him sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing games.

There are quite a few shirts, jackets and windbreakers. What was before I stuffed into the room is what it is now.

I asked Osamu Dazai why Akira changed his clothes so quickly every day, and didn't take them off when he was co-authoring.

Seeing me come in, he raised his hand in surprise and greeted me.

How are you saying hello, is the game so fun?

I took a deep breath, and I didn't know where my anger came from. I stepped forward, grabbed the game console, took off the windbreaker, and took off Dazai Osamu until only his shirt was left, and then pressed him into the bed.

"You stay up like this every night?" I asked murderously.

"The sleeping pills are gone." Osamu Dazai lay flat on his back and looked at me with a rather pitiful look.

"...Are you insomnia?" I remembered that when I slept in the container with him, he had to take sleeping pills before going to bed.

Dazai nodded.

"Can't you sleep if you don't take it?" Sleeping pills can't be taken all the time, and since I moved to this place, I haven't seen sleeping pills from Osamu Dazai's bedside.

Moreover, the medical department was afraid that Osamu Dazai would commit suicide by taking medicine, so he prescribed sleeping pills and painkillers that had to be approved by Mori Ogai, and then distributed according to the dosage.

Dazai hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Do you often stay up?" I resisted the uneasy thoughts in my heart and asked the third question.

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, and he didn't have to answer either.

This little bastard, no wonder he passed out when he went to arrest Ango Sakaguchi, it's strange if he didn't pass out for a long time without sleeping.

Lives in a container in an underground warehouse, eats irregularly, picky eaters, likes to eat cold crab meat, sleeps irregularly, commits suicide by diving into water at every turn.

It's strange if the body is healthy.

I sighed, and I didn't know how I was feeling right now, so I said word by word: "Dazai, be nice to yourself, even if you don't feel bad yourself, others will feel bad."

Osamu Dazai looked at me without saying a word, my shadow was reflected in his kite-colored eyes.

My heart skipped a beat: "Sleep quickly, can I accompany you, do you want to sing a lullaby, baby?"

"No need." Osamu Dazai turned sideways, his whole body facing me, he extended his hand to me, and I grabbed it.

He wanted to sleep, so I didn't bother him with anything, just sat beside his bed, closed my eyes and meditated.

This guy fell asleep really fast.

The light was still on, and I was a little bit distressed by the electricity bill, no wonder it was so high every month. I thought it was because of the dishwasher, but it turned out that the light in Osamu Dazai's house was on night after night.

Next time I pay the electricity bill, Osamu Dazai's salary card, hum.

Osamu Dazai was very quiet at the beginning of his sleep, but then he became dishonest. I woke up in the middle of the night in a daze, and I almost fell asleep when I was sitting up. up.

My hair was pulled, and when I woke up in pain, I finally managed to gently rescue the hair with one hand, but Osamu Dazai actually pressed my head and didn't let go. He couldn't sleep soundly, and he was talking raving, which turned out to be a nightmare.

Really.

When I rescued my head from under his arm, my knees were numb, and one arm was held tightly by him in a very weird state.

I saw Osamu Dazai frowning, thinking that this kid deserved his nightmares, but I stretched out my hand to help him press the center of his eyebrows, stretching out the acupoints.

Don't like sleeping because you have nightmares when you fall asleep...?

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The author has something to say:

If you don't eat or sleep, some people will feel distressed!

If you don't love yourself, how can others love you!

It's like the guilty moment when my mother caught me playing games in the middle of the night

Osamu Dazai: I pretended to be asleep, but Chisato actually fell asleep while sitting on the head of the bed. I had to find a way to let him sleep with me.