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

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Seeing those people greet Dazai Osamu respectfully, and I followed behind him with a blank face, I felt the joy of pretending to be majestic.

Is this the happiness of the high-level mafia? We, who are 1.7 meters tall, are bowed and greeted by a strong man with an average height of 1.8 meters.

Osamu Dazai didn't return them, and led me away on his own. He pushed open a certain office door.

Sitting inside working was a well-dressed middle-aged mafia who looked very social at first glance. He was startled by being dragged into the opened door and wanted to get angry, but when he looked up and saw Osamu Dazai, he turned off the fire instantly.

The middle-aged man came over to please him. He seemed to be very afraid of Osamu Dazai, and his voice trembled a little when he spoke.

"You are Dazai-sama, the reserve cadre of the headquarters, and I am Ken Onogawa, the person in charge of the Tokyo branch. Do you need anything?"

"Take me to the torture department, and then give me a useless person." Osamu Dazai has no expression after entering the building, and he has lost his looseness and bad taste. Only at this time can people notice that he is a mafia that is not easy to mess with .

"Yes." Onogawa Jian was respectful, he made a phone call, and personally walked up to the front to lead the way.

"I don't know what you want someone to do?" Ken Onogawa asked cautiously.

"Are you curious?"

I saw Osamu Dazai glance at him indifferently, and then the person in charge was too scared to ask a word.

I blinked, and for the first time had an understanding of Osamu Dazai's identity, a reserve cadre of the Port Mafia.

According to the club, the person in charge of the branch can be regarded as a very high official position, but he was willing to act as an errand boy in front of Osamu Dazai, and he was so scared by the eyes of a boy in his twenties that he was so scared that he didn't even dare to ask. .

We stopped in front of an iron gate.

I have a good sense of smell, I can smell the faint smell of blood coming from inside, mixed with the unique cool smell of the basement, I frowned.

I entered the basement, or dungeon, this is the first time I have come into contact with the filth of the other world, and I am calmer than I imagined.

It's just that the dark environment made me feel a little uncomfortable, and the strong smell of blood in the air reminded me of my mother's limp corpse on the ground.

Takeshi Onogawa sent us to our destination, just like Osamu Dazai pleaded guilty and left. As the head of the Tokyo branch, he has done a lot of work.

I followed Osamu Dazai into the dungeon. The smell of fermented blood was unbelievable. The walls were brick red, and some dark red traces could be seen from the spattered blood.

A man was hanging on the wall by an iron chain with a hammer in his hands. He lowered his head, his bare upper body was covered with bloody scars, and I keenly saw the bare flesh on his fingers.

Wow, pulling your nails out looks like a pain.

I was a little scared, but only because my breathing was a little disturbed, and there was still no expression on my face.

After all, this kind of scene is a bit against the limit of human physiology.

"This is Hiroshi Umezawa, the former deputy director of the logistics department of the Tokyo branch. He colluded with the local Yakuza organization in Tokyo and caused a lot of damage to the branch. He was just arrested yesterday. I have asked all the questions I should ask, Mr. Ono Let you handle it as you like." A person in charge of torture briefly introduced the unlucky guy who was hung on the wall to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand to let the extra people go out, and there were only the two of us left in the huge dungeon, and there was a brother Umezawa hanging on the wall.

"Try your abilities."

I looked at the Ume Zehiro with his head down, and his life and death were unknown. In fact, I was also curious whether [Qiansi Xi] could manipulate living people, but I think human experiments are quite inhumane.

Even though I know that this man betrayed the mafia, was tortured in a dungeon, and suffered pain every minute of his life, he took advantage of being able to give me pleasure.

"Don't you dare, Chisato." Dazai Osamu folded his arms as if watching a show, and observed me coldly.

Dazai Osamu's eyes that want to cut me apart really offend me.

"I was an ordinary high school student in the classroom yesterday, Dazai-kun." My original intention was to change from a law-abiding good student to a murderer. The scale is too big. I think I should f***ingly hypocritical to prove myself Not a crazy batch.

"In the other world, no one will give you time to adapt, and the enemy will not stop killing you just because you are a newcomer." Osamu Dazai sneered: "Skip your struggling scene, no one here wants to watch you act."

Let Osamu Dazai see through again.

I indifferently summoned [Qiansi Xi], the beautiful silk thread seemed to have life, and according to my mind, it was wrapped around Umezawa Hiroto's arm.

Except that it can be lifted by me like a corpse, it has not changed.

Looking at Umezawa Hiroshi, who was being manipulated awkwardly like a puppet doll, I frowned, feeling that something was missing.

Osamu Dazai picked up a bucket of water from the corner, and simply splashed Umezawahiro to wake up. The wet man was soaked in the wound by the water, and woke up with a face full of pain.

Could it be salt water? It hurts so much.

I thought out of place.

The moment Mei Zehong woke up, he subconsciously struggled with the limbs that were bound by me, because I couldn't control the knotting of the silk thread, so I could only wrap it loosely a few times, which really made him struggle a little.

The tentacles, which I regard as a part of my body, don't feel good when rubbed against them. The puppet doll's misbehavior made me a little annoyed, almost subconsciously. I manipulated the silk thread and pierced into the flesh and blood of Umezawa.

In order to be more reliable, a silk thread pierced Umezawa's chest and pierced his heart.

It won't fall off the assembly line now, I thought with satisfaction.

My puppet doll behaved, he is now completely under my control, and the feeling of wholeheartedly controlling a species called human beings makes me happy.

The feeling connected with the silk thread consciousness receded like a tide, and with it came a tide of fear.

My emotions were clamoring for fear, he was trembling, he wanted to live, but also wanted to die to get rid of the pain, I heard a heart shrank, thumping and jumping at a high speed, complaining of pain.

fear?

These two words woke me up, and I quickly withdrew from the wrong emotion. I realized that it was not my emotion, but the Umezawa who was pierced by me.

The Mei Zehong who was hung on the wall by the iron chain was pulled up a little bit by my silk thread. The bright blue thread pierced into his flesh and blood, tightly wrapped around his limbs, and pierced his heart. The line dutifully conveyed my puppet's emotions to me, he was still alive, but he was manipulated by me.

I am his god, his master, his life and death are in my mind, and I can give him infinite pain just by gently pulling the silk thread.

【Qiansi Opera】Gives me endless desire to control.

I shook my head slightly, feeling like a pervert in my current mood.

Fear, possession, madness, all kinds of emotions bloomed in my heart like a gorgeous mandala, and I felt like I was splitting apart.

The figurative kind of cracking.

Half of it turned into Qianli Boye who was an ordinary person, and half turned into Qianli Boye who possessed the supernatural ability [Qiansi Xi].

A bit schizophrenic though.

But I have to say that this feeling of being in full control of being a god is really cool.

A bit above.

I turned my head to look at Osamu Dazai, the dungeon was too cold, Osamu Dazai pulled his windbreaker and wrapped himself up in a ball.

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The author has something to say:

Probably Qianli with superpowers and Qianli without superpowers are two people, one black and one white, {Qiansixi} can control puppets, but will be affected by the emotions of the dead, causing facial paralysis and Qianli to become more and more crazy, Turned into a sand sculpture and complained to maintain his calmness (not because the author's writing style says that the writing style has changed suddenly)