[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

Bounced away from the reception area in a strange posture, only to be grabbed by the collar by the arm stretched out from behind.

At the moment of pulling, Dazai felt that he was about to suffocate, because the shirt button was still pulled from behind, and his neck seemed to be locked by a rope.

But he didn't show any discomfort, and a beautiful smile appeared on his face. The handsome man's smile is full of lethality.

Chuya then put down his cup. "It seems that you, Dazai's current colleague, have also suffered a lot."

"It's too much, Nakaya-kun, obviously I dote on Kunikida, and even invited him to be the object of my love, how can it be called torture." Like a woman whose heart has been broken, A handsome man in a sand-colored coat, holding his chest with his hands in a wounded look.

The artificial voice that he could make without choking his throat made Kunikida, who was preventing him from sneaking, disgusted.

With a firm pull of the arm, Dazai was dragged to the side of the coffee table. The collision did not cause the liquid in the cup to spill out, but when Dazai's limbs touched the coffee table, the small table, which was less than knee-high, vibrated.

It was a bit like Dazai half-squatting on the coffee table, Nakaya who looked at him brought back his usual smile, and then said to Kunikida. "Due to various reasons, the client has to stay here temporarily, and in order to collect the commission fee, Kunikida-kun can also send him as much as he likes, eh, isn't this a decision and an opportunity to have the best of both worlds."

Where is the best of both worlds!

It would be nice if the others weren't trembling with fear.

Kunikida sighed deeply, as members of the club, it is not easy for them to change what the president has decided.

However, his eyes froze, his expression became serious, and he stared at the gravity user in front of him. "Although I don't know what you want to entrust, the detective agency also has the principles of the detective agency."

Dazai used an expression that could be called an idiot, as if he didn't know what was going to happen, his eyes were rolling between the two.

And Nakaya's innocent youth-like aura faded away, replaced by an aura called Mafia that was even more terrifying than Kunikida's stern aura, which was shocking.

The blue pupils that looked over became deeper, and even wearing a thin shirt cannot be underestimated. Atsushi Nakajima, who is known as "Beast under the Moon", stepped back instinctively. .

That was not the aura one should have as a mafia cadre, and Dazai, who was still lying on the coffee table, knew it.

This kind of Zhongye is more like the king of sheep surrounded by hungry wolves that he saw on Leiti Street when he was 15 years old.

But the difference is that the other party at this moment already has a deeper understanding and control of the word 'king'.

In Dazai's heart that was about to sink into the mud, he gradually understood what was going on with that weird strangeness.

This also returned to the king's seat.

He won't be that boy who says he's just holding a strong card.

It is no longer a puppy that is driven and used at will by myself or that person, but has become a person on my side.

But what is different from him and that person is that even in a darker and more evil place than the previous world like the Port Mafia, the King of Sheep still has desires and blessings for people and the world.

And accept it frankly, and live more frankly.

Knows the 'joy of life' better than anyone.

It was like a raging black flame, obviously the flame of death, but with a will to live.

Sure enough, hate it.

Kunikida didn't take a step back from the aura that seemed to tear him apart, the notebook with ideals was in his pocket.

He will continue to move forward with it now and in the future.

There was silence in the detective agency.

Until the door squeaked, a young man wearing a maroon newsboy hat and humming a brisk song walked in with brisk steps.

He was wearing a cloak of the same color as the hat, and was holding a bottle of orange soda in his hand, squinting his eyes. "Ugh, Dazai, I thought you had already brought your friends back."

I also saw that the detective who appeared was slightly taken aback, and then lowered his eyes.

The atmosphere in the room was like breaking a glass, and fresh air flowed into the room where the charcoal was being burned, which made others breathe a sigh of relief.

"It just so happens that a detective like me is needed somewhere." The stretched fingers seemed to be picking some delicious snacks, and everything was done according to the intention. "Okay, Dazai, you and your drinking friends."

His commission, he will die completely

At that time, I didn't want to explore anything. There is a silent code in the Mafia not to dig deep into secrets.

It was just that one day I suddenly remembered that it was on the top floor of that black building, in the safest and most spacious room that could withstand the attack of heavy weapons.

Just suddenly.

Suddenly remembered.

I can also remember the scene when I saw Edogawa Ranpo.

It may be that the head of the port mafia personally led the visit, and all the supernatural beings in the red-brown building were very nervous.

After the previous generation died, their relationship has been in a tense and delicate balance.

There he saw Akutagawa who attacked the building that day, a man with ferocious eyes like a wild dog, and the once white Grim Reaper.

At one point, he was so angry that he tried to burn his whole body, he wanted to grab the collar of this former mafia who was fired for some reason and appeared in the detective agency and asked, 'Why didn't you catch him over there? '.

And after all, he won't be like Chuya Chuya in Central Plains when he was a teenager, he would vent his anger when he was angry, and kill those who hated him when he hated him.

The mafia is a group of outlaws. Even if it is recognized as legal by the state, it will be afraid of warnings from the law.

In fact, he is not afraid of any law, but principles are preventing him from taking similar actions.

He is the mafia, even if it is the leader, but at the same time it is a job, he will be like the leader before the previous generation said, as long as it is for the organization, he is willing to immerse himself in all kinds of filth.

Whether it is to give up or endure.

But later, he gradually understood that the white god of death and the man with wild dog eyes did not want to save.

It's that they themselves are people in the same world, and self-help is so painful and exhausting.

How to pull a person who is in deeper pain and mud than himself.

Under the vigilance of former mafia members, he officially met the detectives of this detective agency for the first time.

Compared with the wisdom of the previous generation, he has to admit that he is only a fairly smart person, and he hates continuing to use his brain power even more after busy work.

In that empty top floor, he just wants to quietly watch the blue sea water of Tokyo Bay in Yokohama port, and let the tide of memories beat him continuously.

Then, if you have any questions, please ask this detective who claims to be the smartest in the world to answer for himself.

Detective agencies in the gray area between white and black, under their inherent order and principles, prepare generous rewards and interesting events.

The white god of death, the man like a wild dog, and the member of the detective agency with wine-red hair appeared in the incident. After the question was raised, it was like a duck caught in a rope.

The former began to struggle, while the latter showed a subtle dazed expression.

Even if the previous generation left the last words of reconciliation, it does not mean that they are in an uneven position. Even if there are not so many people with supernatural powers around him, he firmly believes that no one can be free under gravity. action.

The actions of the Mafia were like this. He couldn't use various means to torture other people like the previous generation, and would only offer two options straight-forward.

After the man named Fukuzawa swung the others away, the detective started his super reasoning, with the assistance of the wine-red haired club member named Sakunosuke Oda.

Memories of the past flooded them like a tide.

Oda Sakunosuke is like a shipwrecked person in the stormy sea, holding a wooden board in his arms, as the memory deepens, his emotions fluctuate like the wind and waves.

In the slow narration, I don't know if it's because the other party is a novelist, but there are many coined words that he doesn't understand in the words and sentences describing the previous generation.

Perhaps it was he who was a novelist. Among the four of them, the delicate, sensitive and emotional he seemed to be out of place among them.

To be honest, he couldn't like this man a little bit, it wasn't that the Mafia demanded to be ruthless, it's just that people around him were always too straightforward.

The habit of hiding something darker somewhere in the body.

Although he himself has no such situation.

A detective sat on the desk in the office shaking the glass beads in the soda bottle, his expressionless face couldn't let people see more.

Fukuzawa just sat quietly on the chair. Perhaps he had no connection with the previous generation, but he still paid considerable respect to the man who left the last words of reconciliation.

At that time, he seemed to be separated from this world and in another world. Of course, there was nothing in that world, and it would not remind him of the memory before Radium Street.

He just felt that Oda, who seemed to be about to cry, was troublesome, and felt that he could not help but regret the time he had to wait for the answer.

If time had been spent on Mafia work, perhaps he could have had a glass of wine earlier tonight.

Tu

Even after he died, he was still causing trouble for others.

In the end, under the silence of the detective, the picture looked like a boy