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

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I came to the room arranged for me by "Sand Wolf". After opening the door, I closed it blankly and opened it again.

Very well, the long-haired young man on the bed covered with tulle and chained to the head of the bed is not a hallucination.

The young man's long hair, half pink and half white, is definitely a toy that noble ladies can't put down. Coupled with his exquisite face, that fragile and pale one stares at you stubbornly, arousing people's desire to abuse.

The problem is, I'm not interested in it at all.

The color turns to color, but I am not moved at all, and my breath is not disturbed.

Is there a bandaged collarbone, and the small Adam's apple?Bandages or something...

I shook my head to get rid of the bastard's traces in my head.

Qianli Boye, you have to care about this poor child who has been reduced to slavery.

A sudden thought suddenly appeared in my mind, is a person like me worthy of saving others?

I stepped forward, pulled out "Xue Ji", and cut the iron chains of his hands and feet, causing the young man to look at me in horror and resentment.

"What's your name, I can help you go home." After rehearsing the "meal replacement by force" [-] times in my mind, I finally asked my true thoughts without worrying.

This young man should have been taken away, the young master of some family.

He shrank to the foot of the bed vigilantly, looking at the "Xue Ji" who was out of the sheath, the room was three points cold, and his vigilance was mixed with curiosity.

Why is this sword blowing blue snowflakes?This kid thinks so.

Strange, why should I call him a child?Obviously he should be a few years older than me.

I remembered that I was famous for Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Osamu Dazai for his children, so I shouldn't be addicted to being a male mother.

I was strangely amused by my brain hole, and my expression eased a little: "You don't have to be afraid, I'm not interested in you, um... I'll help you go home."

"So, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name." The young man relaxed a little, but still couldn't hide his vigilance: "I don't know... what is a home."

He is really like an innocent and innocent child who has been hurt by the world.

Descendants of slaves?

Or a nobleman with amnesia?

If there is nowhere to go... Can I, like others, paint a blank sheet of paper.

"Then you want to go with me?" I asked, "I will give you a home."

Reach out to others. After Osamu Dazai, it is hard to imagine that I took the initiative, but the fact is that I have grown a lot.

The person in my memory who said: "Want to follow me? Qianli." My house and mine are already empty, making me prefer to live in a hotel rather than go back.

The canned crab meat in the refrigerator will go bad.

I can buy canned crab meat in a supermarket.

I gritted my teeth: "Whatever you like, I will buy it for you and be my family?"

More than what was given to that bastard.

The young man stared at me blankly, those brown eyes overlapped directly with someone in the image, these eyes were a bit shallower, inside was clean and pure, not as deep as the iris-colored eyes, like an abyss It seems to be smiling, but it is actually full of calculations.

"You want, give me a home?" The young man asked incredulously, with longing and confusion in his eyes.

Has no one ever said that?

Has no one ever expressed a little kindness to this young man who is naturally elegant and seems to be soaked in milk?

"Yes." I approached him slowly, like approaching a vigilant stray cat: "Be my family."

He put his hand on my palm, fair, slender, naturally suitable for playing the piano, with red marks left by the iron chain.

"it is good."

He was cautious, like a child who entrusted all his trust to me, with a pure heart, greedy for my kindness.

Who can say no cure!Who wouldn't love such a cute... little angel.

What Dazai Osamu, go to hell, even if he jumps out to apologize to me now, I, I have to think about it.

Ability 【Narrow Aisle】

He and I maintained our palm-to-hand gesture, the bed on which the young man was sitting suddenly turned into a recliner I placed in the space, and the gorgeous room turned into a narrow aisle with shelves.

I coughed lightly: "This is only temporary, when I take you back to Yokohama, we will live in a villa."

"What is a villa...?" The young man looked in surprise at the shelves full of food that he had never seen before.

Ah, he lost his memory.

"A villa is a very large and luxurious house." I took a sandwich off the shelf, tore open the package, and handed it to him: "It's home."

This kind of life of raising children from scratch is not bad.

I watched lovingly the young man tentatively took a bite of the sandwich, then gobbled it up, and opened a bottle of drink: "Eat slowly."

"This kind of sandwich is just a stopgap measure. When I get back to Yokohama, I'll take you to a high-end restaurant. It's much better than this."

"En." The young man responded affectionately.

Obviously looks like 20 years old, why is she purely like a baby?

It's really easy to make people feel sympathetic. Is this a supernatural ability?

I calmly told myself that it was because of my good face, plus...that pair of brown eyes were clean, terrifyingly clean.

This child appeared just in time.

"By the way, let me give you a name. Do you want to have my surname Bo Ye...I don't know how to pick a name." I tilted my head, and suddenly saw the young man chewing a sandwich froze.

"Do you have an idea of ​​your own?"

The young man nodded, he was very well-behaved, and asked for my opinion the same way: "Sigma, I want to be called Sigma."

"Okay." I said the name: "Sigma."

"By the way, are you losing your memory?"

Sigma nodded, then shook his head again: "I don't know."

have no idea?How could you not know?

Seeing my confusion, Sigma said: "My memory started a year ago. I opened my eyes in front of a station, holding a ticket that didn't exist anywhere in the world, and then I was caught by traffickers. lived, as slaves, and passed hands to various organizations."

"I don't know if I have amnesia." Sigma explained hesitantly: "I feel... I am a person without a past."

Appeared out of nowhere, without knowing the past.

"I don't even know the meaning of my own birth." He said, eyes full of confusion.

"That Sigma, it turned out to be a one-year-old kid." While he was in a daze, I rubbed his long pink and white hair: "My brother."

"Huh?" Sigma was stunned.

I repeated it again: "Brother."

"Brother?" Although he was confused, he did it obediently, and he was cute and cute.

I turned my back, coughed lightly, took a pack of cookies from the shelf, tore them open, and stuffed the cookies that smelled like milk into the young man’s mouth, and stuffed a piece for myself to cover up Awkward.

Kind of, cute.

"In fact, birth does not need any meaning." Recalling a sentence from Sigma, I said: "To be able to live is itself a kind of meaning."

Remembering that Osamu Dazai once asked me this question, I felt sad and said to Sigma: "If you don't know the meaning of living, just live as hard as you can, and seek meaning in the time you live."

For example, Mori Ogai's recognition of Yokohama, Nakahara Chuya's recognition of the port mafia, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's pursuit, and that person...

I tried my best to be the meaning of someone else's life, but now that person...

I still can't forget him.

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The author has something to say:

Pick the first √

The mentality of picking up Sigma and Osamu Dazai is definitely different.

I'm a little bit confused as I write. I don't understand the obsessions of the characters in the original book, and I don't feel qualified to criticize them. From the perspective of Chisato Suba, does he really need to change other people's lives?

For example, in the back, I always feel sorry for Jinghua if I let Quan Jinghua stay in the port mafia to continue killing people, but letting Jinghua go to the detective agency is not in line with Qianli's personality.

Chisato is a buddhist character who drifts with the tide. He is sinful and has a weak outlook on life and death. He kills people because of Mori Ogai's order, saves people because of orders from the Supernatural Secret Service, helps the Armed Detective Agency because Dazai is there, and thinks that Fukuzawa Yukichi It is the teacher who taught him, and he will take good care of the subordinates who can benefit him and let him relax, such as taking care of Akutagawa's body, but it is absolutely ooc to send people to the unrelated detective agency in order to make Izumi Kyoka happy.

The writing is so tangled.

I always feel that killer mirror flowers have no such taste.

Also, thank you for the great cover!I really like it!

I will definitely write this article until it is finished. I have written more than ten articles for five years, and there is no one explanation for the finished article (beaten)

I am also thankful that even if my writing is messy, people will read it. I am really grateful that someone likes it.