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

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"Anyway, you've achieved your goal, haven't you?" I calmed down a little, and separated Osamu Dazai from my cat.

"That's right, the current Qianli is a little bit useful, but it doesn't look that powerful." Osamu Dazai said with a little disgust: "Try to control your ability."

Curiously, I manipulated the lines according to my own mind, and used them to get close to Osamu Dazai. The lines hung from Osamu Dazai's limbs, and disappeared the moment they touched him.

Like putting a paper towel into a flame, my thread was corroded in an instant, turning into dots and disappearing.

With question marks all over my head, I looked at Osamu Dazai.

My ability [Qiansi Xi] is the ability to manipulate silk threads. According to the information that Osamu Dazai showed me, I can manipulate corpses by controlling limbs, so it stands to reason that living people can also be used.

So why did my silk thread touch Osamu Dazai and disappear.

"Is the ability to manipulate the silk thread?" Osamu Dazai stared at the silk thread that did not disappear with interest.

The bright blue lines glow with spots of light, as beautiful as the plankton in the rumored fluorescent sea.

I nodded, and manipulated the silk thread to tie a bow in the air. Those jellyfish tentacles-like silk threads were under my control. If I had to describe them, they were my tentacles extending out of my body.

"Can it be operated finely?" Osamu Dazai stroked his clean chin.

I raised my hand, looked at the silk thread generated in midair, and used it to wrap a box of canned crabmeat. The canned crabmeat was dangling in the air. I carefully controlled the thread, feeling inexplicably dangerous like walking a tightrope off a cliff. , afraid it will fall.

To be honest, I have a déjà vu feeling of grabbing a doll.

But if I grasp it proficiently, those silk threads are as stable as my hands, and I can control them according to my will.

I was greedy by Osamu Dazai yesterday. I originally wanted to practice my abilities to hide my selfishness, but when I raised my head quietly, I saw Osamu Dazai staring at me with his lips curled up, as if he was watching a play.

My heart sank, and I flew towards Osamu Dazai while operating the canned crab meat wisely.

Osamu Dazai let out a snort of laughter, he grabbed the can, and the moment his bandaged palm touched the can, my silk thread turned into pieces and disappeared.

I tilt my head, this sudden loss of an arm is not a good feeling.

"So that's how it looks like the tentacles of sea monsters. They can be manipulated freely, but the silk thread is too thin, so it is difficult to operate. These threads can control human beings by winding their limbs. Can corpses or living people work? Can they be like spirits? Can it also manipulate human consciousness, or acquire memory?"

Osamu Dazai guessed my ability thoroughly on his own.

I had a question mark on my face, how did he know?

Why does he know my ability better than me? I, the person who operates the ability, is not so accurate.

"Why does the silk thread disappear when it touches you?"

Although I haven't tried it, I think my [Qiansi Xi] should not disappear when it meets a living person.

Osamu Dazai glanced at me.

"My supernatural ability is a secret of the port mafia."

I got it.

"Supernatural abilities can't be exposed to others casually, right?"

Dazai nodded.

"Then why do you know about my abilities?"

Osamu Dazai looked at me like an idiot: "Because I am your boss."

Fine.

In fact, I can somewhat guess Dazai Osamu's ability, which is one of engulfment, nullification, absorption, or space transfer.

Combined with Osamu Dazai's statement that his ability is passive and useless, it means that it is more likely to be invalid and space transfer.

"Is Chisato curious about my abilities?" Dazai Osamu had an expression of "I want to use you but I don't want to say it directly, so please beg me and I will give you a few tasks and condescend to tell you".

"No, I don't want to know." I rejected him mercilessly.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai shrugged.

"But with this ability, it is still a bit difficult to complete my plan."

"What if I can control living people." I stretched out my hand, and the bright blue silk thread wrapped around like a snake, as if wearing a bracelet for me.

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone, pressed it a few times casually, then put the mobile phone in his pocket, and said casually, "Then grab a few people to do the experiment."

Wait, what's with this overly villainous statement?

Capture innocent citizens?

The mafia in Tokyo is suppressed by the military and police, and rarely appears on the bright side, but Yokohama is different. It seems to be a chaotic city where the mafia is extremely rampant, and there are fights on the streets.

But it's not so frenzied as to randomly arrest people for experiments.

If innocent citizens go missing casually, the police in the Metropolitan Police Department will cry.

With the compressed biscuits that Osamu Dazai threw in my mouth like feeding a dog, I hurriedly followed behind Osamu Dazai.

He took me to a dead end, kicked away a pile of cardboard boxes with a handsome flying kick, took out a knife from the windbreaker pocket, and stuck it in a gap I didn't notice.

A passageway that can accommodate one person bending down to enter appeared, bent down to enter, climbed down the vertical ladder, and we came to the ground.

Is this the passage in the legendary inner world? I seem to have opened the door to a new world, looking around curiously at the pipes above my head. It turns out that the world below the road looks like this.

"Shall we capture innocent citizens for experiments?" I followed Dazai with difficulty.

Mingming is so thin that he seems to fall down when the wind blows, how can he walk so fast without being tired.

"Go to the dungeon of the Tokyo branch and get some people to experiment with your abilities." Osamu Dazai didn't look like someone who hadn't eaten breakfast at all, walking very calmly.

It turned out that they were not arresting innocent citizens for experiments.

"Then can we take a break?"

"No." Dazai Osamu's tone was full of coldness: "The physical fitness is too poor. After returning to Yokohama, run around the headquarters for me every morning."

"I think I can be a mentalist." I tried to quibble.

Maybe it was because I was panting too loudly that Osamu Dazai made a lot of noise. He ignored me, covered his ears with very cold hands, and his handsome black windbreaker drove the airflow as he walked, giving me a cold back view.

I was greatly injured, so I panted louder, not pretending, but really tired.

Although I took the first place in the 10 times of the physical test, I couldn't bear to walk at the same speed as Osamu Dazai for [-] minutes.

I suspect that Osamu Dazai bullied me and led me around Tokyo.

Finally, Osamu Dazai stopped. He took me to an elevator, stayed in the ascending elevator for dozens of seconds, and arrived at the destination.

The elevator door opened, and it looked like an ordinary office building, if one ignored those tall men in black suits.

Osamu Dazai perfunctorily took out a piece of identification from his pocket and showed it to the black suit, and then he got a group of black suits who shivered and lowered their heads to say hello to him.

"Master Dazai."

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I have written more than [-] chapters in the manuscript, I really can’t remember what I wrote before, let’s read it including it