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

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It's been a long time since I've been to Verlaine's residence, and I've been busy ever since I took Ryunosuke Akutagawa away from him.

His residence, the secret room of the Port Mafia headquarters, is located underground and is one of the most secret places of the Port Mafia, which can only be entered with the approval of the leader.

I was carrying a bunch of gift boxes, followed by ordinary puppets, carrying simpler plastic bags, all of which were gifts.

That young man was the same as when I first saw him many years ago, sitting quietly on the rattan chair, looking at the empty wall, handsome and elegant, quiet and introverted, he should be a Nordic god wandering in the sky, not now prisoner.

He was clearly looking at something else through the wall, without saying a word.

"Mr. Verlaine, long time no see." I interrupted the silence in the room.

Verlaine opened his eyes, saw me, and his tone didn't change: "It's you."

His eyes fell on my white scarf, fleetingly, as if by accident.

"I just came back from a business trip and came to visit you." I miss you a bit: "I haven't seen you for two years, Mr. Verlaine."

After the whale game...

"It seems that you haven't become a dog of the government yet." Verlaine sneered when he saw the big and small bags I put down, but couldn't hide his concern under the sharp words: "Already a transcendent?"

"Yes, I have also participated in some international aid missions." I nodded and wanted to ask about what happened six years ago. I secretly glanced at Verlaine, who was in a good mood, and summoned up my courage: "You know what is idiosyncratic? order?"

I'm so cowardly.

Verlaine gave me a surprised look, and then resolutely refused to communicate: "I'm not sure."

In the data, the words that the monster Giger and Verlaine are living singularities flashed through my mind.

I remembered the "storm coming" that Verlaine once said, and I couldn't help being curious. I asked, "Then, does the storm you mentioned have anything to do with Mr. Arthur Rimbaud?"

Murderous, cold and biting murderous, Verlaine is extremely dangerous at this time, every cell in his body is screaming for danger, I seem to be choked by an invisible big hand.

The scalp-numbing killing appeared only for a moment, then disappeared again.

"Have you read the past materials?" Verlaine regained his easy-going demeanor. He didn't ask me anything else, but simply added: "It's not a good thing to be so curious."

This murderous look appeared just like playing, I calmed down the excitement in my blood, and calmed down: "I saw it by chance, and I am a little curious about the uncompleted inside information in the information."

I fight with Verlaine, who will win?The murderous aura just now stirred up too many things, it really made people's blood boil, but it's a pity...

"Also, I'm more interested in singularities."

"..." Verlaine glanced at me, maybe it's been a long time since he had so many conversations with anyone, he was silent for a few seconds, and told me that dusty story.

After Rimbaud was killed by Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara, he didn't actually disappear. Instead, he read himself into the subspace with supernatural powers, and became a supernatural life form, waiting for Verlaine at the same place.

After waiting for a year, he finally got Verlaine who came to Yokohama.

At that time, Verlaine was on the verge of death under the filth, and it was Rimbaud who turned himself into a supernatural power to save him.

"Saved you?" I was a little puzzled. Rimbaud is a space-type supernatural being. How can he save Verlaine who is on the verge of collapse?

"Do you know what is the singularity?" Verlaine said indifferently: "I am the living singularity. I became the monster Jiger because of the singularity produced by him and Huangbatu."

"Atil turned himself into a supernatural power, used his supernatural power to read himself, and read it again after regeneration, turning himself into a singularity to repair me."

Maybe it's been too long, Verlaine mentioned Rimbaud as if he was telling someone else's story, but if you listen carefully, there is an elusive sadness in his tone.

"Singularity..." Listening to Verlaine's unbelievable repetition, I gained a new understanding of this word.

I remembered Verlaine mentioned in the materials of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. At the end of the materials, there is a sentence.

He is the breathing god, the living Scourge.

I thought it was retouching, but I didn't expect it to be a photo.

"Your ability is very similar to that of Attil... no, it is similar. He reads the corpse, resurrects the dead into a supernatural life form in the subspace, and has the memory and abilities of his life. Are you Kill, turn the dead into a controllable supernatural body." Verlaine said: "I remember correctly, your supernatural body cannot leave you 50 meters away, right?"

I nodded.

"That's right, with the silk thread as the medium, the 50 meters around you is your subspace." Verlaine's eyes suddenly became curious: "If you commit suicide..."

"Mr. Verlaine, don't tell ghost stories." I silently resisted: "My supernatural body is unconscious."

Verlaine clicked his tongue in disdain.

"Do you love him?" I was a little curious.

"Strictly speaking, I'm not human." Verlaine closed his eyes and said indifferently, "Rimbaud spent his whole life teaching me to love, and in the end he even taught me as a gift, but I still haven't learned it."

is that so?

But you obviously look like you miss him very much.

someone is coming.

The opponent's footsteps and breath are well hidden. I was a little curious and looked at the person who came. After a few seconds, the person who came came revealed his true face.

It was a young girl in a red kimono, her long blue-purple hair was tied into two strands, and a mobile phone was hanging on her chest. Her expressionless face made her look like a soulless puppet.

She didn't have the slightest curiosity about my existence, and bowed to Verlaine in a businesslike manner: "The training you explained is complete."

"Ozaki Momiji threw it to me." Verlaine said, "Let me teach her the assassination technique. Today's session is over, and you can take her away."

After answering, he held a book in his hand and flipped through it, as if you were chatting.

You can see that I am curious about the child, Mr. Verlaine.

"Then I'll take my leave."

"You can go too." Verlaine said to the cold girl.

I was kicked out of the basement with the girl, and when I left the first room, I stopped the girl.

"Sister Hongye's subordinate? What's your name?"

This girl seems to have been pampered and brought up, how could she become a killer at such a young age?

"My name is Izumi Kyoka, and I am not a subordinate of Ozaki's cadre." The girl stopped, turned around, and replied in a businesslike manner.

Spring mirror flower?

What a coincidence, did Verlaine take her?

"I'm Chisato Suha." After introducing myself, I put on Izumi Kyoka's shoulders to make myself look friendly: "You will be my subordinate from now on, come with me."

Why am I so child-trafficking?

"Yes, Officer Thin Leaf." Izumi Kyouka obviously received Mori Ogai's order, and obediently complied.

It is said to be obedient, but it is actually like a robot that has been given instructions.

Is it such a character?

More, it is a kind of protective color, it is still a child.

"You don't need to be so polite." I touched the little girl's head in a friendly manner, looked at her dilated pupils for a moment, and hooked the corners of my lips: "From now on, you will be my direct subordinate, call me Teacher Bo Ye."

The vigilance is good, but it's a pity that the body's reaction is too slow, so I can only be patted on the head obediently, little girl.

I brought her back to the office, I asked Quan Jinghua to sit, the secretary made her a cup of sweet milk tea, the little girl took the steaming milk tea in a daze, took a sip, and her ice-like attitude softened a little .

It’s fine if it’s not a doll, do you like sweets?

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The author has something to say:

Family members must listen to "Landu Ruomu". After listening to it, everyone will be detached. It is a song to pray for the epidemic.

There are infected people in our community, and the building is closed. I have been on annual leave for four months, squatting at home every day, and seeing that I am going to work, the feeling of not working for nothing and getting wages and festival benefits is really confusing. ... Alas, the epidemic is so boring, but it really has a sense of sight of a zombie virus...

I also told my relatives and friends today that the new crown has mutated, and he tried his best to mutate into a zombie virus and evolve the surviving humans into supernatural powers.

It’s so boring to watch videos and read novels. You can only listen to Buddhist scriptures. The peaceful world is destroyed. I’m really bored.