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

The Armed Detective Agency has been quite lively recently.

After all, there are many people.

I was sitting on a chair with a goblet of orange juice in my hand.

Don't ask me why I put orange juice in a goblet. I want to pour wine too, but I don't like drinking. Although I don't like drinking, I want to play cool with a goblet. I made a compromise and put it in a goblet. Poured orange juice.

But it seems to be getting weirder.

I slumped on the seat expressionlessly, holding the goblet with great effort.

Obviously, the kind of Yujie on TV is holding a goblet filled with red wine, stepping on red high-heeled shoes, and leaning lazily on a chair. She is so cool and handsome. Why does everything change when I come here?

Why?

Is it because I have a loli body shape now?

Can't hold a huge goblet in your hand?

Too small?

Isn't the wine in the goblet?

I took a sip of orange juice.

In order to imitate the kind of Yujie in TV dramas, I even bought clothes, all of which are red and black. I also bought lipstick and put it on for the first time, and put makeup on my face, and then I was laughed at by Osamu Dazai one day.

Said that I turned into a ghost, and Kunikida Doppo was too scared to let you face the wall.

Pooh!Is my makeup that bad?Have it?

Even if it's bad, it's because I'm a novice on the road, and after a long time, I can make it look better.

However, the facts tell me that my make-up skills have not improved. Instead, the members of the Armed Detective Agency have gotten used to my big face, which almost cured Kunikida Doppo's fear of ghosts.

So I gave up struggling and stopped wearing makeup.

On the day I don't wear makeup, they also collectively wonder if I have been stimulated by something, and I don't even wear makeup.

???

Yes, I was greatly stimulated, I didn't expect you to be such a person.

I put down the goblet and walked away on short legs.

I'm going to buy a stilt, [-] centimeters is enough, I don't know if it's on sale.

In a few days I'll be armed with a detective agency on stilts.

That kind of black stilts must be very cool.

As for whether you can stand still, it should be fine, right?

I thought uncertainly.

Then I was abused on stilts for almost a month.

It makes me wrestle every day.

I fell on the sidewalk, I fell in my room, I fell in the kitchen and the food fell on my head; I fell on my head in the park; I fell in front of Osamu Dazai who could have helped The one who stayed with me, ended up with this guy who took a few steps back and let me hit the ground with a bang.

I know you don't have the habit of hugging men but I'm a girl!

Besides, don't you know how to hug Chuya Nakahara?

Why can't I do it?

I am not a man! !

Is it because I'm not Chuya Nakahara that he won't hug me?Don't even help?

Oh, by the way, he doesn't seem to be my sweetheart anymore.

That's it.

I patted my clothes and stood up with difficulty, slightly raised my head to look at Osamu Dazai, "Have I ever been your little baby?"

"No." Dazai said.

I ignored his words, "Yes, I was your little baby before, so why do you treat me like this now?"

Osamu Dazai said in a casual tone, "Oh, that's the past, I won't look back after the ex has been divided, and I can't bring trouble to the current one, can I?"

What you said is so reasonable that I can't even refute it.

What I said seemed to be the person who started messing around and gave up shamelessly, broke up unreasonably before and then pestered you with shamelessness after breaking up.

Then you really are a peerless good man Dazai Osamu.

I curled my lips and said something wrong, "I want to play too."

Osamu Dazai looked at me, "What are you playing?"

"I want to play whatever you are playing," I said.

"This is not a game." Osamu Dazai pressed my shoulder.

"Remember to prepare a chair for me." I ignored Osamu Dazai and continued, "If I can save it, there is no place to sit, ah, that's not right, you guys will finish when I get there, right?"

Osamu Dazai walked around me, "Let's talk about it when you arrive."

"Oh, then remember to prepare a chair for me!" I said.

"You bring it yourself." Osamu Dazai stared at me with his hands spread out, his voice low, "Isn't it good to be a melon-eating crowd?"

"Aren't I still a melon-eating crowd?" I tilted my head and asked, with a naive look on my face.

Osamu Dazai looked at me, as if trying to discern the truth from my words, "I hope so."

What wish so?

Haven't I always been a melon eater?

Oda Saku was sent away by you, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was attracted by you, what have I done?

Isn't it just asking you to prepare a chair for me so that I can be a melon-eater at close range and quietly.

Dazai is gone.

I really don't understand people with high IQs.

I don't know what's in my head all day long, and I'm very cautious. Anyway, a low-intelligence person like me can't understand what they are thinking.

But it has nothing to do with me, why spend so much effort trying to figure out his psychology?I'm not in a hurry.

Oh no, I seem to be in a hurry.

I walked out step by step on stilts.

I took a seat at the bar where I first met Osamu Dazai.

The ice cubes are huge.

I don't think I should have ordered wine just to see that big ice cube, I should have ordered orange juice or something.

But by the way, is there any orange juice here?

There is tomato juice, so orange juice should also be there, right?

I imitated Osamu Dazai and poked the ice.

hey fun.

I conveniently took a pill under my tongue, sat there for a short while and went out.

I also learn from Osamu Dazai. I heard that if I imitate smart people more, I will become smarter.

Fog hangs over the streets.

I was wearing a black cloak and walking on stilts, looking across at me who looked exactly like me.

Is it my supernatural form?

Very handsome.

Especially the shiny red bead in the middle of the forehead.

On the opposite side, I have long hair reaching my waist, with a girl hairstyle, and my clothes are exactly the same as my current appearance, and I also walk on stilts.

The breeze blows, and the hair and cloak are slightly raised.

Well, it's my ideal form, that's right.

Of course, it would be even better if there were no stilts, a little taller, and black high-heeled shoes under the feet.

I thought so.

I touched my short hair, then looked at my long hair on the opposite side, and murmured, "It's actually long hair..."

The opposite me stretched out his right hand towards me.

This scene, oh my god, my little heart was pounding.

This is the goddess!

I am tempted!I want to marry her!

mine!

Alas, the same face, the same clothes, why am I such a nymphet?

I stepped on stilts and walked towards my "goddess" step by step.

I stopped in front of me on the opposite side.

outstretched hand.

Just when my hand was about to rest on the opponent's hand, we drew out the dagger at the same time and pressed it against each other's neck.

Blood dripped down the dagger.

It's a pity that I don't have blood on the opposite side, so naturally I can't bleed any blood.

My knife went in.

Her knife went in too.

I laughed out loud.

That's why I beat myself up.

I let go of the short knife, ran the point all the way to her jaw, and lifted her head.

Then, ignoring the dagger and stabbing me in the neck, she tilted her head and whispered in her ear, "Who are you growing your hair for?"

For whom?

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