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

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"Student Thin Ye, will you return to Tokyo in the future?" The youthful girl was wearing a short skirt with a fragrant girlish scent on her body.

"It's okay, classmate Bo Ye, you must be strong."

It's like the scene in a girl's manga. Outside the teacher's office, I was stopped by a group of classmates.

I held the relevant materials and walked towards the principal's office surrounded by them, as if I was a very popular person.

Looking at the faint pity in the eyes of my classmates, I answered their curiosity one by one indifferently.

"My adopter works in Yokohama, so I'm going to Yokohama to go to school. I'm fine. The murderer has been caught. The police gentlemen are moving quickly."

"Bo Ye, you are as sensible as ever." My friend was holding my arm. He is a good student with excellent academic performance and a lively personality.

Thanks to his fighting with me, my deadpan expression will not be regarded as arrogant and rude, so that I can quickly mingle with the people around me.

When I finally got to the principal's office, I was relieved to get rid of these people.It's not that I don't like them, it's just that these more or less add fuel to the fire intentionally or unintentionally, and the comfort of exposing the scars makes people a little angry.

Maybe they didn't mean any harm, but to the victim's ears, it was really harsh.

If you really want to comfort me, then don’t repeatedly mention that my family was wiped out. The way to comfort others is to pretend that nothing happened.

To put it bluntly, it's just a reserve for my after-dinner conversation, or to satisfy my sympathy for others.

After completing all the procedures, those people are still staying at the door. It should be the teacher's acquiescence. I, who was wiped out, look really pitiful in the peaceful society of Tokyo. The teacher asked my classmates to comfort me. I am also a teacher.

When I left the teaching building, the class bell rang. I thanked everyone and told them to go to class first. Only my best friend was left to send me out of school.

"We only played together with Bo Ye for two months at school, and we're about to part." My friend felt sad from the bottom of his heart. As soon as I left, he had to spend a lot of time looking for a friend who could listen to him quietly. A lot of effort.

School, I looked at the quiet campus and felt a little emotional. Now I have a murderer with four lives in my hands, and my friends are not from the same world anymore.

To my surprise, Osamu Dazai was waiting for me at the gate of my school. He stood in front of a pure black car and waved to me.

The boy in the baggy trench coat had a smile on his lips. He looked no different from the students in the school behind me. He couldn’t tell that he thrust the gun into my hand half an hour ago and asked me to kill a dying man who was being interrogated by him. people.

"Is that Bo Ye's new family?" My friend exclaimed. He looked at the expensive car and asked me eagerly.

I know he likes cars, and to be honest, this car is so handsome that it even surprised me.

It's just a bit too mafia, only companies involved in the mafia will use this kind of car.

I already thought about how my friends would go back and make a big deal about my being adopted by the Mafia.

Indeed, it is easy to think of the twists and turns of finding an adoptive family today after the family was wiped out yesterday.

"Yes." Selfishly, I said to my friend, "That's my younger brother."

Osamu Dazai looks a year younger than me because of his thin body, so it doesn't matter if he is a younger brother.

Osamu Dazai heard my words, and the corners of his mouth turned up a few degrees.

"Brother, let's go."

His "Brother" was crisp and clear, and matched with Dazai Osamu's face, it was very eye-catching, but my back felt cold, and I said goodbye to my friend with a smile, and got in the car. The driver was a man in a black suit, wearing sunglasses .

I don't want to complain about why I wear sunglasses while driving. After all, I've even been in a car driven by a blind man named Ye Caiju, just sunglasses.

"It's my brother." Osamu Dazai imitated the nonsense I had just said with my friend. We sat in the back row together, and he was very close to me, with a bandaged hand resting on the side of my carotid artery.

"I was wrong, Dazai-kun, because I can't speak with my head." I hurriedly admitted my mistake, and I was used to joking with my friends, so I didn't let the fact that Dazai is my boss be ignored for a while.

The heartbeat can be heard through the carotid artery. I feel Osamu Dazai's cool hand press my neck slightly, and I feel a slight suffocation.

Little trash, I can hear my heartbeat without having to worry about picking chrysanthemums.

He hooked my neck, and the back seat of the car was huge, but he squeezed me to the door, leaning his whole body on top of me, and I could see his fluffy black hair as long as I lowered my head.

Even when he was lying down, he was still hooking my neck. It wasn't that he was slightly suffocating, it was that he was really suffocating after pressing for a while.

Although, Osamu Dazai is so cute.

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished, Chisato." Osamu Dazai didn't specify what he wanted to do to me, but I still felt chills down my spine.

"But Dazai-kun, you stole my oden, I'm hungry to this day." I tried to wake up Dazai's sense of guilt.

"Qianli's heartbeat is so fast." When I was about to pull him down, Osamu Dazai stepped on my bottom line and withdrew his arm, which obviously made me helplessly change the subject.

Nonsense, when you are suffocating your heart beats fast.

I touched my neck that had been strangled red, not daring to get angry with Osamu Dazai, and then he stuffed me with something.

I looked down and saw it was a thin black leather collar with five small bells delicately inlaid on it, small and exquisite.

Wait a minute, collar?

I saw the words Pet Supplies on the collar.

fell into silence.

"Dazai-kun, this is it."

"Token." Osamu Dazai blinked playfully, and explained to me: "Those who lure newcomers to join the Port Mafia should give the newcomers a personal item. This is the custom of the Port Mafia."

"This is Dazai-kun's personal belongings?" I gritted my teeth and shook the jingling collar, which is probably for small dogs.

"I don't have anything close to me." Osamu Dazai looked at me aggrievedly: "Does Chisato want my bandages?"

I am speechless.

"Then, keep it well, Qianli, the token must be carried with you, and you must not lose it."

After Osamu Dazai said this, he quickly moved aside, leaned against the car door on the other side, closed his eyes, and unceremoniously stretched his leg onto mine.

"Dazai-kun?"

Dazai ignored me as a matter of course.

Teenagers of fifteen or sixteen are still developing, and their stature is not too high, just enough to sleep comfortably with their legs curled up in the car.

Osamu Dazai doesn't want to talk to me, and I can't force him to wake him up. I just hope he has a conscience and uses my lost oden to skip the "brother".

I looked at the collar that Osamu Dazai gave me with a headache. Although I said that I asked Osamu Dazai if he wanted to keep a cat, it didn't mean that I really didn't want to wear a collar like a human being.

Asking that kind of question is mostly because the atmosphere is very two-dimensional, and I want to tease Dazai beauty.

Then I was pleasantly surprised to find that it is detachable. After taking it apart, it is a thin black chain, which can be used as a bracelet when wrapped tightly.

Good thing I don't have to wear a collar like a freak.

I put the collar upside down on my left wrist, covered it with a sleeve, and put it on my hand. The small bell is pressed into the cortex and sticks to the skin, so I don’t have to worry about making a sound.

The driver drove quietly. I didn't know him well. No one could talk to me. I could only spend my days looking at the scenery by the window. Fortunately, Yokohama is not far from Tokyo.

This is my first time in Yokohama. This city is quite different from Tokyo. There are faint gunshots in the streets, harbors and alleys. The residents on the road live their lives calmly as if they didn’t hear them.

Osamu Dazai woke up, the boy lazily got up and stretched himself.

I asked my doubts, why the citizens were so calm when they heard the gunshots.

Osamu Dazai pointed to the five buildings that could be seen anywhere in Yokohama and told me that they were the stronghold of the Port Mafia and where I would work in the future.

Osamu Dazai told me that the Yokohama specialty mafia ruled the night.

The port mafia is not the ordinary mafia in Tokyo, but the darkness in the mafia, controlling the economy and people's livelihood in Yokohama. The port mafia is a behemoth inseparable from Yokohama, the night of Yokohama.

I get it, it's a very powerful mafia.

The mafia stronghold can be built as a landmark in a blatant manner, and it is easy for the citizens of Yokohama to be calm.

The car made a detour, and did not go to the port mafia headquarters where the five buildings were located, but drove to a remote place.

Osamu Dazai took me out of the car in front of a building, watched the driver drive the car away, and I glanced at Osamu Dazai beside me.

"Aren't you going to headquarters?"

Osamu Dazai waved his hand: "I'll take you to see Mr. Mori, the leader."

Chief, aren't you at the headquarters?

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The author has something to say:

Why is it a collar? Asking is the malice of my mother