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

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When he was drowning and lost his last trace of consciousness, what kind of mood did he call me on the phone?

Don't you even have the strength to say the last word?

What came to my mind was what I had seen before. Osamu Dazai was wearing that long windbreaker and fell into the river. The bandages and clothes all over his body were soaked in water, and he fell heavily.

He opened his eyes, looked at the sky with a smile, and stretched out his hand upwards, as if he wanted to catch the clouds in the sky or shake hands with the water ghost.

It's a pity that it was me who was late to catch him.

This bastard, mentally polluted.

My head exploded after reading the information, and I was in a mess of cranky thoughts, and finally received a call from the adjutant.

I sighed and answered the phone with a weird mood.

"Hey, how is Dazai?"

It was quiet on the other end of the phone.

My head started to hurt suddenly, I sneered, and wanted to hang up the phone with my backhand.

"If you hang up the phone, I'll jump off the building." Osamu Dazai's voice came, the boy's voice was very hoarse, the voice was seriously changed, and a little broken: "You didn't call me."

Call up?

There was a bit of grievance in Osamu Dazai's words.

I suddenly remembered that I said before I left that I wanted to call Osamu Dazai every night, and my anger was extinguished "cua", and I felt a little guilty.

"I've been waiting for you all night, but you didn't even call me." Osamu Dazai even coughed and cried when he said this.

"Stop talking." I immediately yelled, the person with water in the airway still talks so much.

"You still kill me."

I seem to be able to imagine the pale paper-like Osamu Dazai crouching on the hospital bed, about to cry out of aggrieved appearance, I suppressed the image of Osamu Dazai lying on the hospital bed I had seen before, and explained.

"I'm jet-lagged..."

"If you have time to explain the task to Mr. Mori, if you have time, let the intelligence department search things, and if you call me, you will lose jet lag."

Although Osamu Dazai's voice was weak, his words hit the nail on the head: "You just forgot, Thin Ye Qianli."

I was speechless.

"sorry."

"I've been waiting for your call by the river. I thought, if you call me, I won't jump down, and I won't commit suicide until you come back." Osamu Dazai coughed again.

Ancestor, are you coughing? You are cutting a knife in my heart.

Although it's almost summer, Dazai has been in poor health. The wind blows all night and he jumps into the river again...

Guilt overwhelmed me from the bottom of my heart.

At this time, it is useless to say a thousand words of sorry.

"Did you drink ginger soup, Dazai, I'm sorry, when I go back, I'll finish work in a week and go back. You can do whatever you want when you go back, just take your medicine obediently, okay?"

"En." Osamu Dazai didn't say much, his cuteness made people feel distressed, and he almost agreed feebly.

I heard the adjutant's voice on his end.

"Master Dazai, ginger soup."

Osamu Dazai should have taken it and drank it.

"Did you drink it?" Even when I heard the boy swallowing, I was still uneasy: "Have you wiped your wet hair clean?"

"Ah."

"Then go to sleep and have a good rest. After a week, I'll go back immediately after finishing the mission. Don't commit suicide, okay? I'll call and send you messages every day, Dazai, promise me, okay?"

"Yeah." I heard the sound of my arm bumping against the bed, and Osamu Dazai's reply was weaker than the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

After thanking the adjutant, I hung up the phone.

I suddenly felt something was wrong.

It was obviously Osamu Dazai who committed suicide, which caused me to overthrow half of the people in Yokohama to come to him, disrupting all the plans I had in hand, how could it be my fault to apologize?

why?

Forget it, I sighed.

Osamu Dazai, who I like, is an insecure coward.

It was my mistake to forget the agreement.

Since I promised Osamu Dazai to compress this unlimited hell-level task into a week, I took a default look at the complicated information, resigned myself to a trading video, and watched it.

You must quickly master the content of transactions and master negotiation skills.

Help, what is the reason? What I came into contact with in Mingguang Group was gem business instead of smuggled cars!

It wasn't until late at night that my eyes were so tired that they seemed to be filled with lead. I couldn't help it, and temporarily put down the computer and fell asleep.

The dream was not very peaceful. The young man who was obediently taking the IV drip just a second ago suddenly tore off the needle on the back of his hand and smashed the glass bottle beside the bed, sending flowers and glass shards all over the floor.

The boy stepped on it with bare feet, dripping with blood, and the scarlet blood soaked the pale instep. He bent down, picked up a shard of glass, and cut it vertically towards the wrist where the needle was removed.

Or a hail of bullets, a boy in a black windbreaker standing under the crimson moon, bullets passing by his ears, he watched with a blank expression as blood blossoms unfolded on the body of the enemy or friend, and finally, There was a bullet that bloomed on his chest, it was a bright red peony flower.

Then there was him on the tall building, the wind blew his clothes loudly, and then, satisfied, he fell backwards, his face full of relief after exhaustion, and the joy of getting his wish fulfilled.

Wrapped by gravity, he fell more and more, and when he finally landed, he was torn apart like a porcelain doll, and what leaked from the broken body was not flesh and blood, but porcelain white incisions.

Woke up by the nightmare, I looked at my watch, and it was already nine o'clock in the morning. I dragged my tired body out of bed and went to wash my face.

Sleep a little longer, so I can write a suicide encyclopedia.

Obviously I haven't read Osamu Dazai's strange "Complete Suicide Manual", just watching him practice, I can be called a suicide master.

I took out my computer and saw that the reward I posted on the black market yesterday was actually accepted.

The man claimed to be a gun collector with an old GrauGeist that he hoped to trade privately.

Attached is a photo of GrauGeist.

great.

Mimic came to the door.

Fingers left crisp echoes on the keyboard, and we agreed to meet at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I lay back again.

My brain hurts.

Turning around on the bed twice, lying on my stomach and using the computer to supplement knowledge, until my stomach growled, I moved around and went to eat the breakfast provided by the hotel.

This is good for high-end hotels. Although it is early for breakfast, meals are provided 24 hours a day.

Leisurely laid out a plate, took a cup of coffee, found a seat by the window and sat down, my heart skipped a beat.

In Japan right now, it should be five o'clock in the afternoon.

He took a few photos of breakfast with his mobile phone, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked the adjutant to buy a tempura box lunch from the list and give it to Osamu Dazai, thinking about the time, and then sent the photo to Osamu Dazai.

It's a cat: [Photo] [Photo] I ordered food for you, remember to return it to me, I want to see the box you finished eating.

Osamu Dazai waited for a while before returning to me.

Osamu Dazai: [Photo] Finished eating.

I looked at the photo of the empty lunch box with no rice grains, and sneered.

Osamu Dazai can eat so cleanly, he is lying to ghosts.

I believe that Italians eat pineapple pizza, and flower growers eat strawberry mapo tofu, but I don’t believe that Osamu Dazai can solve the problem without leaving a little food.

It's a cat: Do you think I'm stupid, don't waste food, let me eat the rice you poured into a plastic bag bite by bite, and take a photo of every bite.

Osamu Dazai: I don’t have an appetite. I want to eat the rice cooked by Chisato.

It's a cat: Be good, I'll make it for you when I get back, can you eat it first, I specifically ordered fried crab claws in the tempura.

Osamu Dazai: I also want to see the scenery of France.

It's a cat: I'll take a picture for you, eat obediently.

I rolled up a lump of cold pasta with cheese and stuffed it into my mouth, missing the chopsticks a bit.

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The author has something to say:

Thin leaf Qianli's perspective: It seems that the girlfriend is making trouble for no reason, sweet troubles

Osamu Dazai: The dog boyfriend said he would eat barbecue pigeon after get off work, and he left me for another man, and then he forgot to make a phone call and asked me to sit by the river all night.

The adjutant's perspective: The wet young man was half leaning on the bed, speaking or blaming or aggrieved words with a blank expression, his eyes were calm, as if he was not the one who was dying just now.

Just listening to the voice, everyone would think of what a poor child was talking, and anyone who was blamed could not bear to blame him instead.

But the truth is, the black-haired boy is casually playing a one-man show.

The adjutant didn't dare to look too much. After all, the young man in front of him was known as the most vicious existence of the mafia. The crimes in his hands made the mafia terrified, and his wisdom made everyone afraid.

"The enemy of Osamu Dazai, the saddest thing is that he is the enemy of Osamu Dazai"

And the object of the boy's coquettish acting is known as the god of death, who played with the undead, killed an unknown number of people, and completed the mission 100% of the demon, "Necromancer".

"Necromancer is a god of death from hell who has no human emotions. The leader kept him with blood and killing"

Such two people are like ordinary teenagers, no, speaking of friends, they are more like...couples?

They shouldn't... The adjutant felt that he knew the truth, and his life was not long.

Author's perspective: a river, a wet hand of Zai, holding up a phone, and then 'plop', both Zai and the phone are gone