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

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After leaving the Tokyo branch, I went to the clothing store to change my school uniform into a sweater that could cover my face, went to the convenience store to buy some plastic-packed food, grabbed a handful of lollipops, and thought about how to complete the task.

My ability [Thousand Silk Play] can generate silk threads out of thin air within the range of my vision. The difficulty of piercing into the human body is calculated according to his resistance. As long as it pierces into the heart, I will win.

Every time I kill a person, that person will be transformed into a puppet by me. I can summon it as I like. Although the figure is a bit blurry and tends to be transparent, but wearing thick clothes, wearing a mask and hat, no one will care if you lower your head , I lost Hiroshi Umezawa because I owed provocation to Osamu Dazai, and I still have Kinichi Fujiwara to use.

I tried it, the puppet can't be too far away from me, at most 50 meters, if it exceeds [-] meters, the connection will be disconnected.

Moreover, the puppet has a physical body, and if it is damaged beyond a certain level, it will disappear out of my control, which is called broken for short.

Thinking about it, I had already walked near my house, and saw a large group of people from a distance, the forensic doctor came out of my house carrying a body bag, and the police in blue uniforms and the military police in green uniforms were standing at the door of my house alternately.

It has been so long since the neighbors found the dead body and reported it. My mother and the others lay on the ground all night.

I lowered my eyes.

The military police came too fast.

Osamu Dazai didn't give me help, so it was difficult for me to detect the traces of Fukuichiro Kanagawa. I was still a high school student on the surface, so I couldn't go to the target that Fukuichiro Kanagawa didn't attack in an open and honest manner.

Then go to the military police first, show my value as a bait to attract Fukuichiro Kanagawa, and then kill Fukuichiro Kanagawa at the end.

Walking in, I heard neighbors talking about me to a man in a green uniform.

"Bo Ye's family has a son. I greeted him yesterday when he came home from school. Is that child missing?"

Oops, forgot about this one.

Yesterday when I came home from school, my neighbor saw it. How would I explain to the military and police that I didn’t report the dead body when I got home?

In the shoe cabinet there are plastic shards from my cell phone.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and the neighbors saw me.

"Mr. Qianli!"

I bit the bullet and stepped forward, pretending to be frightened, and asked the military and police for help like straws.

"I finally escaped."

I don't know how effective it is to look scared on my face that has been paralyzed for thousands of years, so I can only pretend to be exhausted and embarrassed.

"Escape?" The military policeman who asked me was unexpectedly young, about the same age as me, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with white hair under the military cap, two strands of red hanging down from his ears, and tassel earrings on his ears. I don't know if the eyes are too small or closed, the corners of the lips are slightly hooked.

Anyway, it looks good.

I nodded and told the story of how I got home yesterday and was threatened to leave by an unknown person, and I took the opportunity to escape this morning.

The young military police listened to my experience without saying a word, but my neighbor was tearful, and the kind woman looked at me with distressed eyes.

It wasn't until I finished speaking that Mr. Military Police looked at me. His eyes were so small that I couldn't see his eyeballs. He seemed to be closed.

"Is that so, Chiba Chisato." The military and police officer smiled, much younger than Osamu Dazai.

"It's almost like that." I admired the rare beauty, and lied calmly.

Anyway, what I said is the truth, it's just an art process.

I just pretended that yesterday I was forced by Osamu Dazai to go with him with a wooden box against my head, and then I was guarded all night.

"After you escaped, did you change your clothes?"

I told him that I was afraid of being too conspicuous in my school uniform, so I went to a clothing store to buy a sweater.

I created myself a rational young man who is not afraid of danger and wants to avenge his relatives.

The military police with their eyes closed didn't know whether they believed my words and asked me to go with him.

I really wondered if he would hit the electric pole with his eyes closed, but no, he moved freely like a normal person.

As a survivor, I sat in the co-pilot of the police car and asked as if I didn't know anything.

"How my mother died, the wound is too outrageous."

The corners of the lips of the young military policeman who was driving next door curled up, as if my words had stabbed him and made him sure of something.

Wait a minute, this blind military policeman is driving?

I was shocked.

Fortunately, the car drove smoothly.

It turns out that Mr. Military and Police is not blind, he just squinted his eyes.

Enduring the uneasiness in my heart, I listened curiously to what Mr. Military and Police told me.

What I didn't expect was that he told me about the supernatural power without any shyness.

Is this kind of thing that ordinary people can know casually?

No matter how many times I listen to it, I am shocked.

"Ability, are you kidding, how could there be such a thing?"

I asked this sentence in a shocked mood, and I packaged myself as a novice. After hearing my question, Mr. Baimao's military police did not know why, and he became in a bad mood.

That feeling, as if things that are sure to be sure suddenly become uncertain.

Mr. Military Police asked me like Osamu Dazai: "Don't you have supernatural powers?"

"No."

Of course there was, just yesterday.

After I said these three words, Mr. Military Police felt better again, and he smiled like a white fox.

really weird.

I took the materials thrown to me by Mr. Military Police, and saw the familiar name of "Thin Ye Qianli" on it.

In order to perform, it was the first time I read this material. I read it from the beginning to the end. I was very shocked, and I told the military and police officers that this material was nonsense.

I don't even remember the psychic riot when I was six years old.

Manipulating corpses, I'm still reincarnated.

Mr. Military Police told me very bluntly that Fukuichiro Kanagawa would not let me go, and he wanted to use me as a bait to lure Fukuichiro Kanagawa.

I was shocked.

Why are you military and police more worthless than the mafia?

Is it human to use the young victim who killed the whole family as bait?

Maybe I acted too fiercely, the military police officer told me happily that he was not an ordinary military police officer, he was a member of the special operations suppression force of the military police, please don’t call him Mr. Military Police anymore, his name is Tiaoye Caiju.

Got it, a special force that uses violence to counter violence.

Robbers kidnap hostages, the kind that can legally shoot hostages and robbers together?

Jono Caiju told me that he was here to arrest Fukuichiro Kanagawa and go to prison.

I acted together, filled with righteous indignation, and wholeheartedly wanted to avenge my family.

"Is Mr. Boye on good terms with his parents?"

"It's my parents after all."

These words are sincere.

Killing Fukuichiro Kanagawa and avenging them was the first step for me to say goodbye to my high school life and step into the other world.

Tiao Ye Caiju parked the car at the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, and the military policeman who was a special force at a young age raised his lips in order to open the car door.

"Let's go, Mr. Boye."

Help him is so beautiful.

This is not much cuter than Dazai Osamu's black-hearted boss.

It's a pity, the first person I met was Osamu Dazai.

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The author has something to say:

I understand everything, tell me loudly what is the nickname of this military and police gentleman