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

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I don’t have any experience in dating girls. I refer to the strategies on the Internet and go to a flower shop to buy a lot of blue enchantresses. I looked at my only off-white trench coat and sweater and thought about it. Went to rent a suit.

Miss Caroline arrived earlier than me. She was wearing a light yellow dress, and the jewelry on her neck was bright and bold.

I was stunned, I was late for my date with the lady?

After saying sorry, I handed the bouquet to Caroline, and I sat across from her.

"This restaurant is under my name. I just came to inspect the work. I don't blame you." Caroline smiled playfully, and she looked at me: "You are very handsome tonight, which is completely different from casual clothes Woolen cloth."

"Thank you, you are charming too." Quickly searching for a solution in my brain, I summoned the waiter and asked Caroline what to eat.

"Summer special set menu, today there is cod recommended by the chef, and soufflé, very suitable for a cute oriental boy like you."

"Then I'll order the same as Miss Caroline."

Caroline hugged the rose I brought, with a smile on her lips, she handed the flower to the attendant for him to take it down, and then lit a lady's cigarette with one hand: "You know how to send a blue enchantress to a girl who just Does the lady you met represent anything?"

I froze for a moment: "Praise your beauty?"

I told the florist what kind of flowers to give to a lady I just met. They recommended red roses, but red roses have always been a symbol of passionate love in the East. I thought about it and chose a flower that looks beautiful but is not beautiful Little blue enchantress.

Caroline chuckled, put out the cigarette, and took my blue enchantress: "It's a crush."

Ah this.

"Sorry, I'm not sure."

"That's why I like little boys from the East. They are young and cute, and they are much more interesting than men from other countries." Caroline gently crossed her legs, elegant and casual.

I really can't deal with enthusiastic French women, and I don't know what to say for a while. I think if it's Osamu Dazai, he should be able to chat with Caroline soon.

At this time, the meal was delivered, and the waiter brought up the first appetizer.

snails?

"So, what do you want to know?" Caroline elegantly picked out the snail meat with a small food tool, and wiped her red lips with a napkin after eating: "Little detective?"

For some reason, there was something weird about her little detective, as if ironic.

But since she asked, I'm also not good at deviousness, so I just said my own question.

"You said that there are many people looking for Ango Sakaguchi, do you know the identities of those people?"

"Two groups of people have come, one is French men in cloaks who look like they used to be soldiers, and the other is probably the same group as the people making trouble on the street today." Caroline said: "I also I'm curious how a Japanese man got into trouble with two people from different factions, one of whom was a soldier."

Soldier......?

I think of the French poem that Mori Ogai said,

The feelings of guilt of the defeated soldiers towards the motherland.

In the team helping the "Necromancer" deal with the aftermath, one person is a retired soldier. Once I finished a mission, I didn't leave the scene. Instead, I watched them clean and heard their chatter.

He said he was in the war.

I live in Tokyo, and I have never heard of redundant wars, but those mafia living in Yokohama are recalling the horror of Yokohama being cut off as a battlefield nine years ago.

Then came the puff pastry onion soup, the white and tender puff pastry pressed down the sweet onion, exuding a faint milky aroma.

"Do you know that there is an organization composed of retired soldiers?" All the clues seemed to be connected. I gently pressed the browned meringue with a spoon, and the milky fragrance overflowed for a while.

If the identity of that organization can be dug out, it means that a collaborator of Ango Sakaguchi has been found.

Then the whereabouts of Sakaguchi Ango also have a clue.

"Retired soldiers will not be united into an organization. Most of them were poached by security companies." Caroline smiled, picked up a piece of bread, spread cheese on it, and dipped some soup on the bread.

"Not a retired soldier?" I had an idea: "Could it be a deserter?"

"For deserters..." Miss Caroline seemed to think of something: "mimic, yes, that's the name, they are a group of deserters, and they are the betrayers of the Great War."

Mimic...

A collaborator of Ango Sakaguchi, a traitor to France?

The possibility of Mori Ogai being recruited by the Japanese government is getting higher and higher. I didn't expect him to have such big ambitions as a boss.

However, the clues extracted from Caroline's words show that mimic does not know the whereabouts of Ango Sakaguchi.

"Do you have a channel to contact mimic?" I paused: "They may know the contact information of Ango Sakaguchi."

"I can try," Caroline said.

"But..." She changed her voice.

"You're not a detective, right? It should be a more dangerous profession? For example, someone who needs to kill people..." She hesitated to speak, her words paused, her pair of green eyes looked like a fox.

Alarm bells were ringing in my heart, but doubts appeared on my face as if nothing had happened: "Are you joking? I'm just a student, a part-time detective's assistant."

"You've killed someone." Caroline looked at me, the corners of her lips curled up: "You have a gun covered under your suit jacket, right? Maybe when we met this morning, your lovely backpack was full of hot water. arms."

No, it's really not a thermal weapon, it's a computer and bread.

"This is just your guess." I leaned back, assuming a negotiating stance.

"Since we want to cooperate, let's be honest." Caroline said with a smile, "I am the daughter of the Caroline family."

"Boy, you may not know that in the eyes of outsiders, you are just an indifferent oriental student, but in the eyes of your peers, you are a lunatic who is indifferent to life. You look at human beings without brilliance, as if you are looking at life. It’s like looking at tools. People who have killed people can’t hide. When you come to a new environment, your first reaction is to look at the layout of the buildings. There are signs of exercise in your muscles. Are you a mercenary or a killer? people of the world."

"It's hard to imagine, such a young homicide expert, you're really good at disguising." Caroline sighed, "If you weren't looking for that oriental man, I would think you were just a student traveling."

I really didn't know that outsiders rated me so highly, so I kept silent and acquiesced to Caroline's thoughts.

Caroline, who felt that she had guessed right, folded her hands on her lap, as if she had come here proudly.

"I don't care what your purpose is, or what grievances you have with their organization, all I know is that I need a bodyguard, do you want to work for me?"

I shook my head lightly, as a rejection: "You should know that I have an employer."

"You'll be tempted by my offer, boy, isn't it better to have a fixed boss than to wander around?"

"Sorry, I can't betray my boss."

"Well, I thought you were a mercenary, but now it seems that you should be a domesticated little killer, or someone from the Japanese Yakuza organization." Caroline was not surprised by my rejection, she put down her fork: "You are a foreigner capable?"

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