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

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Said that I was hated by cats, and I instantly became murderous: "Do you want to die, Ango-kun."

"Since you've been working overtime for so long and are bald enough, I can give you a treat."

"Forgive me, Master Thin Leaf." Ango Sakaguchi stood at the stairs, under his bright glasses, unable to hide his nostalgia for the bar: "It's too much to say you're bald."

"I'd like a glass of distilled spirits."

"Did you not drive today?" Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"I want to drink today." Sakaguchi Ango smiled, and walked to the chair next to Sakunosuke Oda, where the three-colored cat was lying on his stomach just now.

Dazai Osamu turned his back to him, heard the words, and said the first sentence after Ango Sakaguchi appeared: "Is the meager salary of a civil servant enough to pay the fine for running a red light?"

As soon as he spoke, Ango Sakaguchi obviously relaxed a lot. He smiled wryly: "Let's let the poor civil servant indulge once in a while."

"As long as you drive fast enough, the police can't catch you." I gave an example: "When I was in Central Asia, I was chased by a policeman for two hours, and then he gave up."

"Is it because of running a red light?" Osamu Dazai asked curiously.

"There is no red light in the desert area to go through. A smuggling gang has exposed my location." I complained: "Then I was chased by a persistent policeman."

"If you talk about desert areas in this way, government officials in Central Asia will cry." Ango Sakaguchi made up the knife appropriately.

Only Oda Sakunosuke asked seriously: "There are no traffic lights? Is the car driving on the sand?"

I gave him a popular science. Outside the city, the car drives on the sand: "But there are still concrete roads in the city. As for the traffic lights, they are used to dry the corpses."

Smuggling gangs and merchant groups will hang defections on poles.

"Sounds terrible." Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of his wine.

"That place is so chaotic." Sakaguchi Ango said the same.

Osamu Dazai was more interested: "Before those corpses were hung up, were they alive?"

"Most of them are half dead. After being hung up, the hot sun will quickly dry the wounds on their bodies and the moisture in their skin. In short, it is a very cruel way to die."

I raised my glass and said, "Let's have a toast."

"Why cheers?" Like tradition, in this bar, there must be a reason before a toast.

"Cheers to the reunion." Osamu Dazai also raised his cup, his iris-colored eyes reflected the radiant light under the light.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his eyes and also raised his glass. He was very excited: "... Cheers to the reunion."

Four cups collided together, blue, malt-colored, and white liquor, or large or small ice balls, made a crisp sound or the sound of liquor flowing, heating up to the extreme in the classical bar music.

It seems that everything is the same as before.

That said, it’s not that I like to reminisce about the past. In fact, the present is much better than the past. There’s no need for Ango Sakaguchi to hide it. Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke also have good places to go, but people are always like this, everything in the past is gilded.

The scenes in memory are pure and priceless.

The blue curacao is not strong, and I'm not one of those teenage teens who get drunk on a sip of Long Island iced tea. I'm 21.

I took a taxi, and in the car, I saw Dazai Osamu who was blushing, so I rubbed against him, pretended to be drunk, and kissed him on the side of the cheek.

Osamu Dazai hugged me with a sincere smile on his face.

When we got off the taxi, the smell of wine was blown away from us by the wind. We walked side by side, the street was stained with the smell of wine, and the ambiguous atmosphere fermented in the wind.

I felt as if I was really drunk. I saw the colorful shops in the distance, and I was taken aback. Then I turned my head and saw that Osamu Dazai was also looking in that direction.

"Buy it if you want." I turned my head, hugged my chest, and leaned against the tree.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, then solemnly took out the wallet from his pocket and gave it to me, smiling maliciously, like a calculating fox.

"Where did you get the money?" I wondered.

"The salary of the detective agency." Osamu Dazai said concisely, his feet moved a little faster, and he walked towards the shop.

"...Didn't you join the job yet?" Seeing that Osamu Dazai had gone far, I thought belatedly.

We went back to the original home, that small apartment, and hung the windbreaker on the coat rack. I held Dazai Osamu who was carrying a bag of strange things, and my face was not very good: "Go first bath."

What did this guy buy! ?

Osamu Dazai didn't care about my vicious tone at all, he pecked at me as if stealing fish, and stuck it next to my ear: "Qianli go wash first."

This guy obviously has bad intentions. I rubbed the place where I was kissed, and my ears were itchy. I glared at him.

"I'm an adult." Osamu Dazai raised his hand to promise.

Who asked you this!I went into the bathroom, slammed the door, locked it, and started running water into the tub.

Facts have proved that if the lock can prevent Dazai Osamu, then this Dazai Osamu may be a fake, so let's kill it as soon as possible to find the real one.

I'm standing in the bathtub filled with water, the sky blue bath ball is dissolving in the water, my shirt has not been taken off, I have just unbuttoned the second button.

I looked at Osamu Dazai, who didn't even bother to hide it, and opened the door openly, turned his head slightly, and continued to unbutton his shirt: "The bathtub is small, don't mess around."

"Then buy a big one." Osamu Dazai didn't have the slightest self-knowledge to break into other people's bathing scene, he closed the door naturally, and sniffed: "What does the bath ball smell like?"

"Lilies of the valley and gardenias."

"Qianli seems to have always liked such a strong fragrance." Dazai Osamu leaned against the door, watching me unbutton my stomach, and stared straight at me, which made me, who was very confident, suddenly lose confidence.

I simply stayed puzzled, sat in the bathtub, the water rose along the dry clothes, and soon extended to the shoulders.

After I submerged myself in the water, I slowly took off the shirt and threw it on the ground.

Osamu Dazai had an expression as if I just looked at you and acted as if I didn't exist.

Perhaps the water temperature was a bit high, which made the sober feeling of alcohol rise to my mind again, and I was a little dizzy.

"Because the fragrance stays on the body is very comfortable." I replied.

Those flowers, alive so warmly, leave a strong fragrance that cannot be ignored, isn't it beautiful?

I soaked in the bath liquid with just the right water temperature, the aroma is strong but not smoky, with a faint milky aroma, the temperature seems to be a bit high.

I yawned lazily, and looked at Osamu Dazai: "Is there something wrong with this bath ball..." For example, the aphrodisiac/emotional ingredient?

Osamu Dazai shook his head innocently, saying that he didn't know anything.

Believe me, I lay on my stomach by the bathtub, resting my head on the back of my hands, feeling the rise in body temperature.

too hot......

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I was quarantined at home, knocking on CP every day until I got high, my face was frozen with laughter, my relatives and friends said they would call the police to catch addicts like me.