[Bungo Stray Dogs] Ask: Shall we die in love together?

I expect Osamu Dazai's "harem" to be on fire today.

Because a blonde lady came.

I watched Osamu Dazai flirt with the girl in front of me and put the bug into the other's pocket by the way, and then Kunikida Doppo took him out and beat him up.

See, this is the price of teasing girls.

I took Osamu Dazai's earphones and adjusted the volume.

The blonde lady took the tiger away.

No, it should be called to take away the banknotes.

70 million alas!

Isn't it just moving banknotes!

But it doesn't matter, this banknote will still come back, after all, it is a banknote that can run with its own long legs.

Osamu Dazai snatched the headset away, "World-weary-san, this is my headset."

"Oh." I let go and returned the headset to Osamu Dazai, "Your."

I'm in a bad mood, of course it's not because Osamu Dazai took the headphones, it's just that I'm in a bad mood.

To be precise, I have been in a bad mood since Atsushi Nakajima joined the company.

No, I don't seem to be in a good mood.

Because my hands are slippery, I always calculate the future and continue to immerse myself in the feeling of emptiness and unreality.

So I decided to go for a walk and save them trouble at the Armed Detective Agency.

They're going to be very busy.

Still want to beat the local tyrants.

The top of the mountain was very empty, I sat down with red wine and thought about life.

The wind blows head-on, cool.

It feels like being in a game scene. The people here are all NPCs. I am familiar with the plot and wandering among a group of NPCs.

In fact, it's not an npc, is it?Even npcs are quite high-tech npcs.

After all, I can still laugh and scold, have emotions, and quarrel with me.

Especially Osamu Dazai, a senior npc.

When I don’t participate in the plot, I look at the exact same development and feel that these are just like paper figures. I keep repeating and repeating what I have seen. When I participate in the plot, there will be a strong violation. feel.

I suddenly felt really cold and heartless.

Obviously when I was so busy, I left there alone to be lazy; I knew the future knew the danger but never reminded them.

I am no longer a bystander, I am simply an indifferent, cold-blooded animal.

Obviously everyone is a person of flesh and blood, but I regard them as NPCs, and they are obviously precious lives, but I keep ruining them.

I'm probably the one talking about cocooning myself.

"World-weary, tired? Then take a rest."

A very familiar voice suddenly appeared in my mind.

I raised my head, "What are you resting for? Let you take over my body?"

The man laughed, "What's wrong with that? Besides, didn't I have your blood all over my body before? In other words, we are the same person, but our thinking is different."

"What you said seems to make sense." I opened the red wine, poured a glass, smelled it, and murmured, "This is wine, it's my first time drinking it."

"Yes, this is wine. World-weary sang, it's just a rest. You must be tired from being distracted and suppressing me all the time, right? Just relax a little bit. And I'm just taking over temporarily to help you taste all the delicacies , bear the pain from the outside world." The man spoke slowly in my mind.

I took a sip of the wine suddenly, the smell of the wine stimulated my nerves, I put down the glass and decided not to drink again.

Still don't like it very much.

"Thank you so much." I said, "I think it's because you haven't faced the wall recently that you dare to speak in my mind."

"Do you really think that I can't feel the malice and ambition that are about to spew out? Don't forget, you are lodged in my body now." I lay on the lawn and said.

"But also, you can't destroy me." The man's voice was eerie and terrifying, "Unless you die, I can snatch your body anytime and anywhere."

"Shut up, you." I said, "I'm not stupid, you want to talk about this kind of thing?"

The man laughed sharply, "I still have to thank that "cogwheel of fate" for allowing me to slip through the gap and live in your body along the line of tragedy."

"But also," I looked at the sky, "as long as I die, everything will be over."

"But, are you dead?" The man asked me sharply, "Every one of your abilities is against the sky, right? Isn't it possible to bring back the dead? Maybe there are other passive skills?"

I stretched out my hand, "It seems that you have never used the ability of resurrecting the dead. But you are just a copy of my ability, and it is normal not to know."

"Die after returning to life is really dead."

I said calmly.

"I don't believe it!" The man buzzed in my mind, "How is it possible? You have been tested by us so many times and you still haven't died!"

"Then think about it carefully, is the me who was reborn after being brought back to life the same as before?" I chuckled.

The man fell silent suddenly.

"It's not me anymore." I said, "It's not me anymore. It's another me. A brand new me who inherited my memory. As long as the current me dies, you will die too, and the later me will inherit Now my memory goes on."

"She will get rid of the past, get rid of the haze, have my current friends, and have a new relationship." I feel a lot better.

It's not me anymore mentally.

I am not me, and friends are not friends.

This is one of the reasons why I am at a loss.

I am not me, memory is not memory.

Who am I?Is it a person with someone else's memory?But why is this emotion still so strong and the memory so real?

Is this emotion mine or someone else's?

I just look in front of me, that's because I may not have the past.

The memory of the past is still there, but I don't know if it belongs to me or not.

Painful feelings from the past exist, but I also don't know if it belongs to me or not.

I process things left over from the past, feel the pain left over from the past, and travel through more than 100 worlds.

Finally came here.

My so-called homeland of origin.

Am I me?

I often ask myself this question.

is it?

Well, I don’t want to, what are you thinking about so much.

Facing the wall, lest any ghosts and snakes dare to come out and buzz in my head.

Just calm down.

The author has something to say:

The heroine's lunch box was ordered in advance, but I secretly sprinkled rebirth powder in it.

Hostess: Help me up!I think I can still cheat Dazai Osamu before I get the lunch box.