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

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"Are you interested in participating in an auction?" The leader of the "Sand Wolf" sent someone to send an invitation.

At this time, I was combing Sigma’s hair. Her half-pink and half-white hair was parted from the middle, and it was clearly separated. When I was a slave, it was impossible to have the resources to raise my hair, but Sigma’s hair was so smooth. I brought the shampoo for a wash.

Comb it up, it's hard to put it down.

Sigma's age and personality gave me a sense of déjà vu for raising a daughter.

"Does Sigma want to go?" I asked him.

The cautious young man is not used to such a pampered life. He observed my expression and nodded when he confirmed that I was really asking him.

"Then go." I took off a hair tie from my wrist and made a few gestures. I thought he still looked good with loose hair, so I took it back.

Philip picked up the basin where he had washed his hair and poured it out. The body with spatial abilities turned into Mr. Translator in front of Sigma.

Sigma was a little surprised.

"That's a supernatural ability." I didn't intend to hide it from him, but I didn't say it all: "It's a talent that only a few people have."

"Talent?" Sigma murmured.

I raised my eyebrows: "You too?"

This is not a random guess, good-looking people are more likely to have supernatural powers than ordinary-looking people, this is the decision of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

There is a saying that people with supernatural powers are more favored by gods.

Sigma was silent for a few seconds, his voice was like a mosquito: "Yes."

Then he looked at me again, his brown eyes filled with sadness: "If I hide something from you, will you be angry..."

I got angry when I said this, and I told Sigma directly: "If you have anything, just tell me directly, and you are not allowed to hide it."

Realizing that my attitude was too tough, I calmed down: "Sorry, I didn't mean to control you, but I just don't like to hide it, just tell me if you have anything, I won't be angry."

"Because they are family members." As I said this, I have always had a good temper for the people I identified as being included in the protection circle.

"My ability is...to exchange the information I most want to know in the minds of myself and the person I touch." Sigma's tone fell, and although he was afraid of my attitude, he still told me trustingly: " Because of this supernatural ability, I was threatened by their trade, they pointed a gun at me, and asked me to help them commit crimes, and I was like a useful tool."

His eyebrows were knit together, and his words were full of disgust for his past life: "When I'm used up, they want to kill me."

Exchange the information you most want to know?

I took a deep breath, this kind of supernatural ability was born to be an intelligence agent and deliver information.

Such targeted abilities are rare.

"Don't worry, Sigma, I won't force you to do something you don't like." I said this, feeling slightly embarrassed.

With supernatural powers, it is impossible to hide from the inner world. I originally wanted to bring him back to Yokohama and let him go to school.

But looking at it now, Sigma's destination is either the Supernatural Secret Service or the Port Mafia.

If I talk about my selfishness, I definitely hope that he will go to the port mafia, but Sigma's purity means that he is not suitable for the world like a big dye vat.

Forget it, let him choose himself.

"They asked me to check your information..." Sigma whispered, he was afraid that I would be angry.

"Okay." I stretched out my hand and looked at Sigma: "Come on, I want to try your abilities too, if you have anything, just tell them the truth."

The information I want to know the most... is what Osamu Dazai made Philip and I forget.

Why did he do this.

Sigma froze, not daring to reach out.

"Just do me a favor?"

After I said so, he caught up and used the ability.

A memory suddenly appeared in my mind, and I sorted it out slowly. The beginning of the memory was me calling Osamu Dazai in front of the vending machine, before I was taken to the laboratory.

With my phone in one hand, I hesitated between the two flavors of milkshake.

"Qianli, please avoid all monitoring and find me here." Osamu Dazai said.

"Okay." I didn't doubt him, I just thought that the case of the whale game had progressed: "Do you want a drink, I'm just buying it."

I was still holding the oden I bought at the convenience store in my hand, and it was steaming.

"Coke."

"I'll be there in 5 minutes. By the way, kiwi or vanilla milkshake. Which one is better? I'm so confused."

"Buy them all."

"makes sense."

I hung up and bought a bottle of both flavors.

Open the vanilla one and drink it, and put the kiwi fruit one in your pocket.

Often, when people give options, they have the answer in mind.

I listened to Osamu Dazai, avoided surveillance, eliminated traces, and went to the place he said was a dead end.

Dazai stood at the end of the alley, buried in the darkness, smiling and waving at me.

From the perspective of God, I watched with cold eyes the memories I was forced to forget.

I saw myself, the moment I stepped into a dead end, was shot in the back of the neck by an anesthetic needle, and fell to my knees.

I saw the black-clothed troops in the uniform of the Supernatural Secret Service rush up and hold me up. Osamu Dazai held the mobile phone. He didn't look at my expression, put the mobile phone to my ear, and then let me be taken out of the alley car.

I saw that before I fell into a coma, I looked at Dazai with incredible eyes.

On the other hand, Dazai turned his head and looked like he was smiling, but there was no smile at all. He watched me being taken away and stood there, motionless.

At the end of my memory, I saw a silhouette.

Judging by his figure, he should be Osamu Dazai. He is sitting on what looks like a table in a coffee shop. A cat is squatting on the table.

"The rat of the dead house is after him."

I heard a strange voice say.

On him...on me?

"His situation is very special. Such abilities will fall apart sooner or later. Handing him over to the government is the best solution."

"No." Dazai Osamu's voice came: "He doesn't want to work for the government."

"But he was created by the government."

"He's not your guinea pig." Osamu Dazai held his chin and snorted coldly: "He was born with supernatural powers, and his body and brain were grown by himself. How could he be created by the government? With the help of those bottles A superfluous medicine that only brings pain?"

"...you want to neutralize it?"

Who is he talking to?In my memory, the silhouette became clearer, extending from the coffee table to two or three surrounding tables, but I didn't see the person talking to him either.

"You have no right to meddle in his life."

Dazai said coldly.

Memories come to an abrupt end.

The amount of information in this passage is a bit messy?Before I could sort it out, I accepted my information from the corner of my eye, and now Sigma, who was standing there in a daze, forced himself to soften up.

Regardless of the truth of the matter...let's talk about it when we meet Osamu Dazai.

"What did you see?" I asked Sigma.

To be honest, I have never felt that I know any important information, but it seems that I do know a lot.

I went through a bunch of things in the Class A archives.

"Apparent Secret Service... a contract with the Port Mafia?" Sigma looked at me blankly.

I raised the corners of my lips and put my hands on his head: "Is that all?"

He already knows that I am a government facilitator, will he tell Sand Wolf?

Is it as a tamed tool, or I want to fight hard to enjoy the warmth.

It's up to you, Sigma.

I hate the stare and numbness of slaves.

People who don't want to change themselves are useless.

He didn't disappoint me, and said submissively, "My brother is a cadre of the port mafia."

"Well, let's just deal with it like this." I nodded in satisfaction, and put the extra windbreaker on the side on him: "Let's go to the auction, Sigma."

"Tell me what you want, and I'll buy it for you."

Sigma is taller than me, but fortunately my windbreaker is too big, and Sigma doesn't look obtrusive in it. I took a scalpel from my pocket and put it in his hand.

"Take self-defense."

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The author has something to say:

The author who completes the character design while writing is Xiao ()

I don’t know if anyone has paid attention to Qianli’s meager past. When he was a child, his father was a military policeman. He had to undergo inspection by the government and take nasty medicine, but he picked up a [Disqualification in the World] cat, and it also had supernatural powers. Out of control, he read [Disqualification in the World], the ability disappeared, and his father suddenly realized that he resigned to protect his son from being studied as an experimental subject, so he escaped the monitoring of the government.

感谢在2022-02-2621:46:49~2022-02-2711:16:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ke kkkk; 5 bottles of dazai cats and cats; 1 bottle of Wujian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!