[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

Sincerely a lot. "Then Chuya over here, where did you come from? It can't be that you grew out of a peach like Momotaro. Actually, I think you fell out of a soda can that was kicked into the air." If it comes out, it can make you use the filth, so something very serious must have happened.”

Stretching out the bandaged arm, the slender index finger pointed in a certain direction. "My dwarf is trying his best to deal with the things that need to be handled like a puppy." He tilted his head, and the words that came out of his mouth had never been comfortable.

Nakaya also got the message that he seemed to have come to an extraordinary place in the inquiry mixed with harsh words.

Nakaya crossed his legs, his wet clothes made him uncomfortable, even the sheets under his butt were wet, he tried to control his own gravity.

Different from the previous fighting methods, he is performing more precise operations, allowing gravity to isolate the water between the fibers. Everything he touches is easy to operate, but it is more troublesome.

Dazai watched his movements, as if he was recording information into a computer, he was slowly recording information about the unknown creature in front of him.

Although the time spent in the port of Mafia was short, some habits were deep enough to penetrate into the bone marrow. Although it was Zhongye, the lingering sense of strangeness did not make him feel at ease.

It's really far from that slug.

He didn't want his little one to become such an annoying look.

Nakaya dried himself up before looking at him again, this time there was something more familiar to Dazai in his gaze. "Aren't you just wiping your ass, Dazai, the plan can't keep up with the changes, and sometimes it's just talking about this kind of thing. Even if you have arranged your own funeral, the world, the earth is still spinning."

"I'm dead?" Dazai blinked.

"Yes."

"How did you die?"

"Jump down from the building." It's a pity that he didn't witness the situation at that time, as if he was deliberately transferred away. When the attack happened that day, he couldn't come back.

"one person."

Like a cat that stepped on its tail, Zhong also couldn't understand why he was surprised by this one person, just like he once couldn't understand why the other person could die so simply.

For him, death is probably the most distant thing, but he is also very grateful for the means reserved by this person, so that the mafia will not be confused later.

Zhong also nodded.

"No way." Dazai looked at him in disbelief, the expression on his face didn't look like he was lying.

But he still thinks that the other party is just performing.

The former self is really likely to be detonated. It is a pity that everything in the past has been left in memory along with the news of the deceased.

You really look like a clumsy clown, Zhong couldn't help but think so in his heart, even if you show a smiling face and cover it up with your shrewd mind, you can't hide your inside from my eyes.

Zhong also lowered his eyes, this was only after he became the BOSS, he was able to extract cocoons from the past memories, about the real appearance of the previous generation.

Sure enough, we are the ones who are the farthest away, aren't we?

"Then how did Shorty Two get here?"

Dazai paid attention to his expression, and lowered his outstretched hand again. At this moment, he is like a ghost who has lost his body, like a magician who has forgotten his magic skills.

It's just that the badness in the words remains unchanged.

Zhong also looked at him, didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Dazai could feel the time passing under their feet every minute and every second, he couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, that strange sense of strangeness continued to linger in his heart.

Even he didn't know why he added the adjective weird before strangeness.

But Zhong also appeared here, so calm and introverted, as if he has experienced many things, although he has not seen vicissitudes, although his face and height still look like a teenager.

But I can still feel that many things have happened to the other party, so many that he has transformed into a Zhongye who is unfamiliar to him.

He didn't know how much time had passed, even if he was counting the seconds in his heart, he couldn't help feeling that the time was frighteningly slow.

There is a kind of unbearable feeling like being fried in a frying pan.

He's not good at dealing with this kind of Zhongya, especially the pair of beautiful jewel-like eyes looking at him are like sharp arrows, which can stab hard into the bottom of his heart, and then be pulled out fiercely.

The feeling of strangeness intensified again, and Dazai decided to put a lock on his heart in a while.

It's obviously that slug, why is it so annoying?

Chuya let out a soft sigh from his throat, and slowly opened his blood-colored lips.

"I was drawn in by the 'book' left by someone, Dazai."

It's not Chuya, I'm back on the king's seat

"I'm Chuya Nakahara, and I'll probably trouble the detective agency for a while."

The orange-red-haired man was sitting on the sofa for hospitality, holding the coffee that Tanizaki Naomi sent over.

He couldn't tell the difference between hunger or simple abdominal pain. At this moment, a warm drink with a mellow aroma flowed into his body, and the gravitationalist, who looked like a teenager, was showing an expression of defenseless satisfaction on his face.

The eyes narrowed because of enjoyment, and the corners of the lips slightly upturned, all praised the craftsmanship of this cup of hot coffee.

Especially the innocent and childlike expression on his face made the members of the detective agency who were always on guard against this dangerous person feel astonished.

There was even a subtle feeling in my heart that 'this guy might not be bad'.

The outfit was different from the photos taken, although the white shirt was stained with blood, and the black trousers were also somewhat torn.

But Nakahara Chuya, one of the five cadres of the port mafia who was aggressive in the past and could make people's calves tremble uncontrollably with just a glance, is so harmless today.

Harmless is not because he didn't attack, but because of the gentle and elegant temperament exuding from his body, people can't help but think 'this person must be a gentleman. '.

Compared with the Mafia, he is almost like a student who is still in high school. Of course, this also has the effect of his own petite figure.

But the members of the detective agency who have already learned his true identity dare not relax their vigilance, especially the office staff who have no supernatural powers. Among the members in this reddish-brown building, probably only Nakajima, who just joined, still looks suspicious .

"That's an incredible person. Even the Akutagawa who attacked us last time may not be as troublesome as him, but I just heard about it." Tanizaki Junichiro answered his doubts in a timely manner, and turned Nakajima into a terrified expression , pulled behind the green plant stand used as a partition decoration.

And Kunikida's roar was already heard from the reception area.

The two straightened up slightly again, and peeked at the reception area while picking up the dense plant leaves. They saw a man in an ivory cardigan angrily grabbing the collar of the person next to him.

"Is it you again! Dazai!"

The sound that seemed to be piercing through the roof reverberated throughout the detective agency in an instant, and could even pierce the floor and spread to the coffee shop at the bottom.

But such scenes are played out in this place almost every day.

The young man who was grabbed by the collar and shook his body said in a contemptuous tone that Kunikida hated. "Just take in a child who got lost with his mother, Kunikida-kun, you are so petite, you can make a father-son relationship with him."

Those lazy words contained vile words that could pierce the nerves called 'sensibility' severely, but it wasn't the child in his mouth that exploded first.

Dazai seized the opportunity of his colleague's anger very well, and before he opened his mouth, he gave a reason that the other party could not refuse. "And the president agreed."

"Otherwise, you can ask Mr. Ranpo."

Edogawa Ranpo, the number one detective in their detective agency, even the number one detective in the world, is also the reason why this detective society was created.

Kunikida let go of his hand very reluctantly, he seemed to have regained his sanity from the anger, smoothed the wrinkles on the corners of his clothes, and sat back on the sofa.

Pushing the glasses on the bridge of the nose, it seems that he intends to have a deep conversation, but there is a long silence echoing in the reception area, and the voice of Dazai who doesn't know what he is doing beside him.

The gravitational force sitting on the opposite sofa just quietly enjoyed the cup of coffee, as if it was a rare delicacy in the world, which made him unable to separate his mind.

Kunikida observed the opponent carefully, even though he had never fought against the cadres of the Port Mafia, rumors of them had always been circulating in the city.

Akutagawa's rabid dog gave them a lot of headaches, especially since another human tiger with a high bounty was added to the club.

He really wanted to sigh, why did Dazai always pick up incredible things, shouldn't it be sent back to the Mafia at such a time?

What does it mean to trouble the detective agency temporarily, do you want to live here?

I still have to entrust, why did the president agree.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

The sharp gaze under the lens is aimed at the troublesome person who has been making noise around him, and his stomach has been throbbing since the morning, so this is the reason.

Dazai noticed the eyes of his colleagues, he put down the unknown new toy in his hand, and showed a happy expression on his face like a girl who got flowers. "Anyway, it's been agreed that we won't do anything casually. Before he formally sent us a commission, Kunikida worked hard."

As if getting rid of a big trouble, Dazai stood up, his happiness was able to embody the gorgeous background painting like a manga behind him.

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