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

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I dreamed of a past I forgot when I was six?

When my father was still in the military and police, did someone from the Supernatural Secret Service examine me?I recalled those inspections, which were clearly the same as the inspections I had in the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

And that sugar, is it a medicine coated with sugar?

Did I have anything to do with the government so early on?

How smart was I when I was a kid?

But how come these things come to mind?

If it's a lucid dream that reproduces my memories, then the cat's death will follow.

I looked in the direction of the cat.

I didn't leave, and neither did the cat. It turned to look at me, saw me looking at it, took two steps forward, and lay down.

I didn't want to see the cat's death, so I couldn't bear it, I turned my head away, and remembered that this was just a dream, a replay of my memory, so I raised my head again and took a few steps forward.

The perspective of a six-year-old child is very short, just at the same level as the tombstone.

I saw the cat lying still, looking at the tombstone it was lying on...tombstone?

I clearly remember that this should be Oda Kuro.

But what is written on it is S.ODA... Oda Sakunosuke?

Isn't he alive and well?

I subconsciously rubbed my eyes, opened them again, and suddenly found someone behind the tombstone.

He sat back to back with the tombstone, silent, with his head slightly raised, eyes closed, sand-colored windbreaker, and unkempt hair.

Even if there is only one figure from the back, I can still recognize it, and I blurted out: "Dazai."

Osamu Dazai...isn't he?Or...not my Osamu Dazai.

He tilted his head and looked at me. In his iris eyes were my strange feelings, confused, sad, and calm. He looked at me as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

The sky suddenly started to rain, and he and I were both blinded by the rain. Just as we reacted, we used our hands to block the scene, and the scene in our eyes changed again. It didn’t rain, and the weather cleared up.

The same person as Osamu Dazai, or... that Osamu Dazai disappeared and became another Osamu Dazai.

Black windbreaker, red scarf, he crossed his legs, sitting on the tombstone, with a sincere to fake smile on his face, he looked at me condescendingly, I couldn't see how real it was.

Because I was too short, I had to raise my head, and he had the light behind his back.

With my own height, I looked up and glanced, and the name on the tombstone became Oda Kuro again.

What did Kuro Oda do wrong?

Why do people still sit on tombstones after they die?

This is not important, what is important is that this Osamu Dazai who changed clothes is another Osamu Dazai.

Does he... know me?

Just as I was about to speak, the scene in front of me changed again. I was blinded by the rain just now and couldn't see clearly, but this time I saw clearly.

Like my ability lost control, the scene turned into a color block, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I:......

What about playing with me?

This time, the sharp pain from my wrist gave me a sense of reality.

I recovered and found myself in the cemetery in Hokkaido, and I was fixed on the railing by myself.

Due to the height of the railings, I was forced to raise my hands, handcuffed together, and sit on the ground. I must have maintained this position for a long time, because I felt the pain in my body.

"Qianli." I heard Osamu Dazai's voice, turned around in a daze, and found Osamu Dazai was squatting next to me, with one hand on my shoulder: "I'm back to my senses."

He reached into my pocket, took the key from its case, and unshackled me.

I'm still out of the situation: "What happened?"

Osamu Dazai replied helplessly: "The ability of thousands of miles is out of control."

He took off his gloves and rubbed my wrists for me. Although it is special, the shackles are shackles after all. I have been hanging in an uncomfortable position for so long, and I feel very uncomfortable.

He pulled me up and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Osamu Dazai frowned: "Could it be that disqualification in the world can't stop the loss of control?"

"...No, no, I had a dream." I explained: "Disqualification in the world is very good, and my ability is extremely stable."

Even so, but...... is it really a dream?

After all, compared to a dream, it was more like I went back to being six years old and lived my life all over again.

And those Dazai Osamu.

Is it...a parallel world setting?

In the world where Sakunosuke Oda died, Osamu Dazai also joined the Armed Detective Agency, but he probably didn't meet me, because there is still a struggle in his eyes that has not yet been redeemed.

And...that windbreaker, the red scarf of the same style as Mori Ogai, is it Osamu Dazai who became the leader of the port mafia?

The leader knew me, but he became the leader?

Why, didn't I in that world make an agreement with him to travel around the world?

Or... a simple illusion?

"That's good." Osamu Dazai wasn't suspicious, because there was nothing suspicious about the ability getting out of control, he pulled me up.

"By the way, Dazai, why did you come here?" I asked fearfully, if Osamu Dazai hadn't arrived in time, would I really be able to survive in a state that was completely out of control during the Hyakki Night Walk?

"Because I found out that it was the mouse who leaked the information to Matsudashiro. I was worried about you, so I followed you." Dazai Osamu smiled and gently supported me: "It just so happens that I am in Hokkaido, and I am celebrating Qianli's birthday with me."

I noticed something was wrong, as if I had overlooked something, but Dazai Osamu's expression was reasonable, so I didn't think too much about it.

"Rats are really annoying."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai nodded, and then said in a joking tone: "Fortunately, they are all cremated now, otherwise the corpses crawling out of the cemetery will be troublesome."

Is that so?

I sneered: "By the way, where is Jinghua?"

"I let her go back first." Osamu Dazai said.

I raised my eyebrows: "Where are you going?"

"Yokohama." Osamu Dazai replied.

I chuckled: "The hot springs in Hokkaido are very good, let's find a hot spring hotel."

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up: "It's been decided a long time ago... No, I said I will make it right away."

Already settled?I laughed, Osamu Dazai, really...

Walking on the road, Dazai Osamu was bouncing up and down, very happy: "The two-person world of Qianli and I."

"Haven't there been many two-person worlds?" I asked back.

"It's different." Osamu Dazai said with a lively smile on his face, "It's the first step to travel around the world with a thousand miles, and Hokkaido is far away."

"After defeating the mice, Dunjun and the others grow up, we have to go further."

"Of course!" Osamu Dazai said, "But right now, it's still Hokkaido. Well, Chisato's birthday is tomorrow, and this year there must be a grand banquet, just the two of us."

"That's right, my gift from last year..." Osamu Dazai suddenly lowered his voice.

"Mr. Sen didn't give it to me, so he should have thrown it away." I said.

It may also be thrown by Zhongyuan Zhongye.

"I've been picking it for a long time." Osamu Dazai sighed with an expression that he knew a long time ago: "Forget it then, I'll give Qianli two copies later."

I'm looking forward to it.

"What is it?"

"It's better to guess a thousand miles away?"

"Last year...it must have been something precious, jewelry?"

"certainly not."

"I'm not good at guessing things." I tried to cheat: "Tell me."

"No."

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The author has something to say:

The if line of the leader Zai appeared in Qianli's head in the form of a dream.

It's like Osamu Dazai dreamed about the decline of heaven and man. He doesn't remember the details, but just remembers that it was a nightmare.

The original Jae and the leader Jae here have nothing to do with the main line, they just came out to make a fuss.