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

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Mori Ogai said that the port mafia is the guardian of Yokohama's dark night.

As a member of the port mafia, I am also the guardian of Yokohama.

This is the sense of belonging.

I looked at Osamu Dazai, who was sitting by the window, looking at the city with his chin resting, wondering what he was thinking.

"Qianli." He suddenly turned his head and called my name. There were stars and oceans flowing in his eyes. I am absolutely sure that Osamu Dazai at this moment is happy.

He said, "Jump down with me."

At this time, the Ferris wheel reached its apex, and the Yokohama night was under my feet.

If you jump down here, you will definitely be smashed to pieces, and the happiness at this moment will be extended to eternity. If you die like this, you may be able to see what you have always wanted to pursue in life and death.

Dazai thought so.

I tilted my head and told him seriously: "Live with me."

There is already a living light in your eyes.

Osamu Dazai still didn't give me an answer, but I could see a lot from his eyes. When the Ferris wheel was slowly descending, I leaned over to cover his face.

The fingertips lightly passed over the blindfolded right eye.

"Take a good look at this world, Dazai, it's beautiful."

Isn't it painful to see only half of the world without the incomplete but covered eyes?

Covering half of the eyes, really, is trying to cover something.

"I will always be with you." I said seriously, like a vow made to God in church.

Osamu Dazai suddenly grabbed my hand, grabbed it off, and put a kiss on it, very light, like a superficial touch, but very serious.

My pupils trembled, and I wanted to withdraw my hand, but I was stunned and at a loss.

Seeing my reaction, Osamu Dazai laughed out loud: "Guangqianli teased me, are you not allowed to fight back?"

asshole!

After getting off the Ferris wheel, I put my hands on my face and ignored Dazai, and walked forward on my own.

Osamu Dazai made a pitiful apology, coaxed me a few times and I didn't want to talk to him, and finally said to invite me to dinner, I gave him a suspicious look, and reluctantly agreed.

It's rare that our dinner has nothing to do with curry. Osamu Dazai took me into a very high-end private kitchen.

I sat down in silence opposite Osamu Dazai, looking at the luxurious decoration in the store, leaning towards the luxury of a medieval castle, crystal ceiling, gold inlaid under the glass of the table, and bear and wolf heads on the walls.

It's not that I doubt whether Dazai Osamu can afford the money. I checked the balance of his card, and the large string of zeros is enough to buy four or five such stores.

It's just that... this kind of store needs to be reserved in advance.

The store is very big, and there are many private rooms at first glance, and I can vaguely see that everyone sitting there is in suits and leather shoes. Only Osamu Dazai and I are wearing ordinary hoodies and casual clothes, like two ordinary students.

It really doesn't fit in with the ostentatious gold decoration under the dining table.

"Is this restaurant delicious?" I glanced at the crowded private room, there were quite a lot of people, most of them were luxuriously dressed ladies.

"It's an innovative French meal that is very popular in the upper circles recently. I'm ashamed to say that I'm from the upper class if I haven't been here before. Mr. Mori recommended me to try it." Osamu Dazai sat opposite me, and his every move was a good upbringing , which is in stark contrast to the usual cynicism: "I'll know if it's delicious or not after trying it. The menu is decided by the chef, so there is a sense of surprise."

How should I put it, once Osamu Dazai got serious, even if he was wearing a cheap white sweater, he still had a sense of demeanor in a suit.

He is elegant and I can't be loose.

I have been trained by Masao Fujita, so I naturally know how to be elegant, but... I looked down at my white sweater.

I think it's time to change into a suit now.

"What do you eat for French food?"

Thin leaf. Dude. Qianli asked in confusion.

"The dessert inside should suit your taste." Osamu Dazai didn't answer me directly.

Serve first.

“Baked Apple and Scallop Tart”

The luxuriously dressed attendants reported the names of the dishes.

Eh?

I looked at the tiny scallop column and lost myself in thought.

Is this French food?So little.

I have to say that the combination of baked apples and sweet scallops is amazing.

"I heard that Mr. Mori gave you a task to clean up the smuggling gang yesterday." Osamu Dazai moved the apple on the scallop stick aside, and put the small scallop into his mouth.

"Yes." I replied, "What's wrong?"

Because my ability can summon a large number of tool men, and they can kill people without being armed, so there are not many tasks assigned to me to replace the black lizard.

"You were caught by surveillance, Qianli." Osamu Dazai sighed quietly, fiddled with the apple flesh on the plate: "It took a lot of effort from the undercover agent to deal with the surveillance."

"Ah..." I was speechless.

"The essence of the mafia is business, not fighting and killing. Forget about leading the war. Now that the war is over, if you maintain the previous style, you will be approached by the military and police sooner or later." Dazai Osamu said with a smile that was not a smile: "Qianli Your ability and mind are good, I don't want you to be consumed by Mr. Sen as a disposable item."

I've heard.

Black Lizard is an independent armed organization on the surface. Even if it is targeted by the military and police, it can quickly put aside its relationship with the port mafia.

In this analogy, if I am targeted by the military and police, it is easy to put aside the relationship. I killed people for the port mafia, and all the crises are piled on me.

After being reminded by Osamu Dazai, my situation is really dangerous.

I was silent for a moment, then raised my head: "I will go to the training camp to train well."

"Let me teach you." Osamu Dazai put down his fork with a smile, crossed his hands, and rested his chin. This is a posture that is easy to cause psychological stress. He looked at me: "At any rate, I brought Qianli into the port mafia. It's my student."

He really looked like he was planning something.

I didn't expect Osamu Dazai to be so kind, and he nodded suspiciously: "Thank you?"

At this time, the second course came.

“Crispy Potato Ball Crab Tart”

A white rose carved from a daikon radish is stacked on top of a perfectly round fried ball, punctuated by a morsel of crabmeat.

I looked at Osamu Dazai's expression. He obviously disliked the fact that the crab meat was too small. This time he was not picky and ate the crispy potato balls together.

"Then it's settled, I'm Qianli's teacher." Even if you eat a dish in one bite, the small size of French food is hard to fill your mouth with food.

He suddenly remembered something and raised his head: "Would you like to call me teacher?"

With all due respect, Osamu Dazai and I are now reserve cadres, and they are equal in principle, and he hasn't taught me anything.

Osamu Dazai saw that I didn't speak, and raised his hand with a smile: "I give you two options, first, meow, and second, call the teacher."

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The author has something to say:

Osamu Dazai is absolutely happy, in short, he is having fun

Jumping down together means I love you