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

Hello everyone, my name is world-weary.

To be precise, it is "world-weary" who does not know how many generations.

My predecessor ended her life yesterday, and together with the person boarding us, broke the "gear of fate", so I appeared.

In fact, I think my previous generation was naive and fragile.

Why do you say that, because she specially prepared gifts for everyone she knew, lest others forget her.

But what's the use of that.

In the eyes of others, she is not me.

So I think she is naive, naive and pathetic.

She is said to be vulnerable because the last time she sat in the bgm shop for a whole day, she was recording a video, and she carefully placed it in the most conspicuous place to let people find it, no matter who it is.

It feels very humble.

The above details the fact that I am not me, but I don't think anyone will believe it.

Just to make people remember that there was once a person who was laughing and cursing beside them.

It's not human, is it?It is an invisible thought.

Including me too, it is a thought.

I feel like a good card was played poorly by my predecessor.

Trapped in myself, thinking about gaining attention, feeling out of this world, feeling out of place...

In fact, isn't this the treatment that only gods have?

Now that you have this ability, don't think about blending in with them anymore. How do you blend in?Moths will be burned to death by the flames.

Isn't it good to watch from above?

cut.

I will never admit that the previous term was me, and I am the previous term.

This is an invalid equation.

I stretched my body, and felt that it was very appropriate to describe my predecessor in two sentences, but it was a little hypocritical and a little girlish.

I stepped on high heels, booked a plane ticket and flew directly back to Yokohama.

I want to see what is good about the place where I want to blend in when I take office.

Oh, I remember that when I took office, I was still thinking about a person named Osamu Dazai. My predecessor wanted him to find out that I was not what I expected.

I painted my nails, put on lipstick, re-trimmed my hair, and walked downstairs to the Armed Detective Agency with a black bag.

Even if it is to realize my predecessor's idea of ​​wanting to be Yujie.

I went up and knocked on the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

A young man named Atsushi Nakajima opened the door.

The young man was very excited when he saw me, "Senior, you are finally back!"

Well, the world-weary body has returned, but the thoughts in the head have changed to another person.

I nodded politely at him, "Yeah."

I looked around, and it was really familiar.

I quickly found the legendary Dazai Osamu, so I stepped forward and stood in front of him.

He is looking at the video left by my predecessor in the bgm store.

But I don't think he will share this video with others.

Osamu Dazai looked up at me, "Ah, it's "new" world-weary."

Well, the names have changed.

He seems to have believed what my predecessor said.

I nodded.

"Advice a lot." I said.

The way Dazai Osamu looked at me didn't know why I felt a little weird, and following the principle of reciprocity, I also gave a smile with an unknown meaning.

The predecessor often swallowed black mud, but I am different, I don't like to swallow black mud.

I think my predecessor's foreshadowing was just enough to allow me to spread the black mud to my heart's content.

After all, they have little defense against me now.

Isn't it easy to spread black mud?

I put my bag on my predecessor's seat and sat down.

Anyway, the Armed Detective Agency has nothing for me to do.

I took the goblet left by my predecessor and poured some more wine into it.

Contrary to my predecessor, I really like drinking, especially red wine.

Although I feel that it is natural for me to act like occupying someone else's nest, I really don't feel any guilt.

I was her, and she was me.

Osamu Dazai came over, his tone was unclear, "Since when did you wear the world like drinking?"

I raised my head and took a sip of the red wine, turned my head to look at Osamu Dazai, and swung the goblet, "Why do you need to ask about something you already know?"

Osamu Dazai turned cold, and then returned to normal, "Oh? What are you talking about world-weary! Do I know anything?"

I looked at the computer there with a half-smile, and motioned, "Who knows."

Osamu Dazai straightened his body, with a bright smile on his face, but not in his eyes.

I sneered, "Don't panic, I didn't do anything."

"That could not be better." Osamu Dazai replied to me.

In fact, I am very strange, because according to my previous memory, I don’t think that my predecessor can really become one of the people that Osamu Dazai cares about. It's as if my predecessor was such an important person to him.

If you didn't care about my previous job and treated me like this... then it's because of my own danger?

Ah, how interesting.

I looked at the red wine in the goblet and smiled slowly.

It was... so much fun.

The author has something to say:

(The heroine is still the heroine)

Hostess: What is in front of you now is Niu Hulu's misanthropy.

The transformation of Yujie was successful, the black mud is ready, and the black heart device has been restarted

The highest state of a liar is always to lie to himself