[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

Is ordinary a sin?

I do not know.

I am a very ordinary child, my family is harmonious, I never quarrel with my parents, I have three or two close friends at school, and I have a good relationship with others, I don’t fight, I don’t smoke, I can be regarded as transparent in the eyes of the teacher, Not in trouble, not stand out.

I never felt like I was special.

I'm not smart, so I just got into a key high school with my grades. In the future, I guess I'll go to an ordinary university and get an ordinary job.

After my birthday, no one will remember me except my relatives.

Even after reading a lot of novels, I still thought about crossing over to save the world, but I knew it in my heart.

In my future, I will graduate, work, fall in love, get married, and retire step by step.

Never take more steps than others.

What is the meaning of life.

Does anyone still think about this boring question in modern society?

Step by step, go to school according to the wishes of the parents, go to work according to the expectations of the society, and then follow the trend of falling in love and having children. This is a person's life.

However, through thinking, people know their ordinary future, go to and from get off work day after day, follow the expectations of the society, leave offspring, work steadily, and finally die in a wrinkled and ugly body.

How boring.

However, dying like this is a very troublesome thing. There are too many things that hinder you from dying when you are alive. The upper limit of Wagyu rice bowl and sushi, the card pool in the game has not been updated.

I thought I would live like this.

Ordinary, live normally.

Before this, I never thought about it.

My life has been turned upside down.

When I got home, I saw three dead bodies.

Before, I never knew that the human body could bleed so much blood.

The whole living room seemed to be flooded with blood. The black and red liquid stained the floor that my mother mopped in the morning. I stood at the entrance, and the smell of blood made me want to vomit. I held the shoe cabinet expressionlessly, Looking at the dead body in the living room.

The source of these liquids was my mother, and they poured out continuously from her abdomen. Her stomach seemed to be bitten open by something, and a big hole was opened, and the damaged internal organs could be seen.

My mother was a very ordinary woman, she was very fat, and she fell limply in the gap between the dining table and the sofa. Against the background of blood, her skin was frighteningly white. Like women, the mantra is "you can save a little bit", and often go to the market in the afternoon to taste free samples. My sister will be scolded for wasting a little, but the house is full of useless things she bought.

My father collapsed at the door of the bedroom, with his head resting on the tatami mat. He didn't bleed much, but there was a bloody gash on his neck, which looked as if his head had fallen off from a distance.

The 1.8-meter-tall man likes drinking and fishing. He is tall and thin. He is in good health and has many friends. His police friends will use him to buy things from his friend who owns a specialty store at a low price. Those other friends also He will ask friends in the police station to handle things through him.

They are as ordinary as me. The husband and wife claim to be at the bottom of the society. They opened a ramen restaurant with a so-so business, earning tens of thousands of yen a day, and busy raising my sister and me.

Oh, yes, and my sister, I glanced over, the poor little girl fell on the desk, looked carefully, her head was missing a part out of thin air, like a quarter of a watermelon, Just enough to fit on the table.

She is a girl who likes traditional Japanese style. She loves monster elements like sari clothes and witches the most. She has long black and gorgeous hair. There is no resistance, and she spoils this younger sister very much on weekdays.

Yesterday she was still cheering that she had snatched the tickets to the comic exhibition, but today she collapsed on the table coldly.

I looked at the murder scene with a blank expression, and it was hard to describe the feeling of being alone all of a sudden.

In fact, before this, I had never been in contact with death, not even blood.

But now I calmly observe the miserable corpse of my relative.

Ruthless, of course I hate it, but panic is useless.

Seeing my relatives lying in a pool of blood, my state of mind was terribly calm.

As for why I didn't call the police or go out to find someone to help, it was because the suspected murderer was sitting on the sofa behind my mother's body and looking at me.

It was a young boy, probably a little younger than me, the age of a middle school student, wearing a large black suit that didn't fit well, his bare skin was covered with bandages, covering one eye, only the iris-colored left eye was exposed, He was playing with a blood-stained knife in his hand, and when he saw me enter the door and looked at the living room, he didn't react like a panic, but looked at me with interest.

He was so wet it looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

"Isn't it cold?" I asked subconsciously.

Sure enough, he was confused by my question, but instead of answering me directly, he asked me.

"Are not you afraid."

The young man squinted one eye and smiled, with his legs crossed leisurely, holding a knife in his bandage-wrapped hand, turning a blind eye to the tragic situation of the three corpses in the room.

But his wet coat completely ruined the vibe he was trying to create.

He was like a poor black cat that had fallen into the water.

"Are you a murderer?" I asked calmly.

"Of course..." The young man's harsh and elongated tone added at the moment my pupils dilated: "No."

"Oh." I nodded.

Apart from the horror of just seeing the dead body, it is easy to make a judgment after calming down. Only a fool who is dazzled by fear will think that the boy with the knife is the murderer.

A knife like that would not be able to do my mother's abdominal wound, nor would it be able to cut off my father's head, or cut off half of my sister's head.

This wet boy who looked like a stray cat was probably not the murderer.

The boy seemed dissatisfied with my answer, and said slowly: "Is that why you trust me?"

"Or else?" I asked him back.

If he was a murderer and killed my three relatives by means I couldn't imagine, I would be powerless to resist, and a sudden refutation would put myself in danger.

No matter what, I calm down is the best way to deal with it.

Besides, I'm a good-looking dog, this young man is so good-looking, he plays on my fetish.

"You are very sensible." The young man sneered, his thin lips curled up, his body was wrapped in bandages, and he exuded a sickly dead air. His skin was whiter than my dead mother's, and his skin was as fragile as the wind. Blow and break.

"You are more interesting than I imagined, Thin Ye Qianli."