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

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One is sold for a high price, and the rest take for granted.

My gaze passed over the weak and boneless slave kneeling beside Mulov's legs to peel grapes for him, obedient and attached, without any curiosity that a human should have except for peeling grapes for his master.

Looking at it this way, it is really ordinary for people to be sold.

I suddenly became interested, and I asked Sigma: "How much do you think I can buy here?"

Sigma was stunned, he felt that there was something wrong with his proud hearing: "What?"

I repeated it again.

"Men are not worth much in the desert, but if it is you, it must be five times that of that girl, no, ten times." Sigma hesitated, and then said his answer.

"What if I lose my ability?" Looking at his reaction, I found it interesting, and added another condition: "I still have the ability to fight."

To be honest, ten times the price to buy me with superpowers is not enough. Since Sigma doesn't know my strength, I choose to forgive him.

I want to know how much my face is worth just because of my damn desire to win.

Sigma popped a number he'd deduced from the girl's price, and he looked at me, adding a bit of context.

The down-and-out proud son of heaven, this has always been a selling point.

I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of Osamu Dazai.

This photo is too old. It was taken by Mori Ogai when I was undercover in Mingguang Group for only one week. It is a photo of Osamu Dazai in the ward.

"How much do you think he can buy?"

Sigma is smart, and he probably already thought that this person betrayed my lover. He looked at my face and quoted a reasonable price.

"Because I can't see the face, I can only guess." Sigma said, "He doesn't look like a pleasing person, and his body doesn't look good, unlike you who are gentle and strong."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Sigma is really emotionally intelligent.

"If he had half of your peace of mind, I wouldn't be here."

Mulov heard our conversation and was a little curious: "What do you mean?"

I took the wine glass brought by Sigma and took a sip: "You are also wondering why I came here."

This is the biggest doubt I have when I appear here. Why do the port mafia far away in East Asia want to come to the desert to build factories and buy arms.

Murov nodded.

"I'm here to relax, and I'll open up the market by the way." I shook the light-colored liquor, and said in a trance, "My lover, betrayed the organization, betrayed me, the leader is worried about my state, let me relax, Turns out I found Sand Wolf and was able to form a perfect collaboration."

"I don't quite understand the delicate emotions of you Orientals." Mulov laughed loudly: "Lover? Whether it's a man or a woman, they are just a tool to vent your desire."

"If only I could be as open-minded as Mr. Murov." I sighed, playing with Sigma's long hair.

"Aren't you already enjoying it?" Murov winked and looked at Sigma ambiguously: "Let go, the desert is the capital of enthusiasm."

"The concept is not the same, but having this child makes me feel much more relaxed." As I said this, I didn't get too close to Sigma.

"Hahaha, it is the honor of "Sand Wolf" to make the collaborators happy."

The next auction item is a gemstone, tea-brown, with a poignant name called "tea millet". Although it has nothing to do with the snow-white tea millet flower, the story behind it is very sad. The gift from , symbolizes the last love that burns out, and the bleakness after the enthusiasm.

Unprocessed, very pure one...forgive me for not wanting to mention the color that Japan calls it, iris.

Listening to the bidding off the field, I finally pressed the ticker.

Seeing that I was interested in this gem, Murov pressed his ticker cheerfully, and said it was a gift for me.

"Too expensive."

"What, compared to the benefits you bring, this gem is simply inconspicuous." Murov waved his hand, his eyes seemed to long for the future I described.

The factory is being built, and the technicians of the port mafia are coming, but the partner I have finalized is the government army, not the "sand wolf".

Sigma, who knew the truth, looked at Murov, who had caused his tragedy, with a complicated expression, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy of revenge.

I noticed his trembling, and remembered that Sigma was a kind person, and put his arm gently on the back of his hand for comfort.

He did calm down.

Look at this, after going back, Sigma can't join the port mafia, a child who is as white as paper can easily get lost in the dark.

But the Ability and Secret Service Department is by no means a good place to go. Baidao is more complicated than diabolism. With Sigma's ability, it is easy to be used and discarded after draining the value.

After all, he cannot be trusted, but he can easily learn important information.

If there really is a god, why should he be given this ability?No, it occurred to me, Sigma might be an artifact, what was his creator trying to do?

It can't protect itself, but it can create huge value, and it won't hurt to throw it away after using it once. Is this child born to be used as a tool?

In this horrible world, sure enough, let Sigma go to school.

As for the Armed Detective Agency?Are you kidding me, Oda Sakunosuke is already here, Dazai Osamu doesn't know when he will finish his cleansing.

Want me to pay one sigma?

Thinking of peaches, Ranpo Edogawa offered me dim sum and I refused.

The auction ended, and the off-site staff came to invite me to pick up the auctioned items.

"Just bring it here for me." I said.

The other party refused my request because they needed to pick up such valuables as gems in person and verify their authenticity.

Will identify gemstones I fell into silence, can each of your guests be able to identify gemstones?

Then I saw Murov looking at Sigma.

Oh, I got it.

So I was naturally lured away so that Sigma could reveal my information.

The gem is really beautiful, about the size of "Death's Tears", it is tea-brown with a reddish color, between orange red and light brown, pure like the black tea that Fukuzawa Yukichi brewed in the first cup.

It was very similar to his eyes, which made me lose my mind the first time I saw it.

The gem is dead and empty, but it is also bright. When I first met Osamu Dazai, his eyes were not much different.

I picked up the "tea millet" and signed it, "tea millet" is mine.

How about making it into a necklace? The craftsman who made "Death's Tears" is pretty good.

On the return journey, the moment I pushed open the door of the private room, I smelled blood.

Sigma?

I pushed open the door, and the translator behind me quietly turned into a short Japanese, and a jellyfish more than one meter tall appeared behind me.

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The author has something to say:

Although the tea flower is white, and the gemstone is kite color, that is, tea red, but forgive me for naming it as a waste.

Kudos to the cover again, Mrs. Fairy, blue rose and blue eyes, that kind of sad, inorganic, nonchalant strength, really poke!A thousand-mile cat that can quickly lick its fur and heal its wounds no matter what blows it receives, it may have just witnessed the death of a loved one, or it may have just realized that it was not trusted by the slaughter, and it is recovering, seemingly indifferent and cold Yes, but it seems sad.

Guess who made the trouble√

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