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

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I lay down on the multi-layered mattress like a salted fish, and complained: "The tatami is so hard." It was so uncomfortable to fall asleep.

"Who is tough?"

"..." I buried myself in the pillow, refusing to talk to Osamu Dazai.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai said helplessly, "I will change to a hotel with a bed tomorrow."

Satisfied, I raised my head, but I accidentally pulled the wound on my waist, and there was a "hiss".

Osamu Dazai leaned over and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." I gritted my teeth: "After all, it's on the stone in the hot spring pool. The stone is as soft as cotton, so it doesn't hurt at all."

Feeling guilty, Dazai laid another mattress on the side: "Isn't it because there is no mat on the tatami..."

He couldn't explain himself any longer, so he laughed, then went to turn off the light, crawled into bed and fell asleep.

"Good night, Qianli."

"Hmph, good night."

A night without dreams, sleep soundly.

When I woke up in the morning, no accident, Osamu Dazai woke up earlier than me, and the bed next to me was empty. In order to prevent me from getting cold, he pulled his quilt and covered me.

This kind of day when I wake up in the morning and can stay in bed because someone helps to prepare breakfast, I am so happy.

Next to the pillow was a set of blue and white men's kimonos.

Kimono?It's been a long time since I wore it.

My younger sister likes maiden clothes, and even bought me some loose clothes like kimonos, but I rarely wear them. I only try them on when I receive them, to satisfy my sister's kindness.

It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I feel embarrassed to wear it on the street. None of my male friends are willing to wear it with me. If I want to wear it, I can only wear it with my sister.

These days, why do I keep thinking about the past...

I got my kimono on and it fit perfectly, exactly my size, and the material was of good quality, obviously not from the store.

I rolled up the bed, put it in the closet, thought about what I knew about Japanese rooms, and found a table and cushions in the corner.

Open the door, the beautiful scenery of the hot spring is displayed, the bamboo forest and the white mist have a beautiful artistic conception.

If it wasn't for last night, I would definitely be happy to eat with such a beautiful view.

I closed the door expressionlessly.

"Are you awake, Chisato?" Dazai Osamu's voice came from the outside room.

"Good morning." I leaned on the door and turned around.

Seeing Osamu Dazai, I froze for a moment.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a mouse gray kimono with thin white stripes, standing in an antique Japanese room, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, just standing there, like a big family and a well-educated young master.

He was wrapped in bandages as usual, and the snow-white neck gave him a fragile and morbid aura, with a smile in his eyes, as warm as jade.

"Qianli is very beautiful today." Osamu Dazai turned his body and let the hotel waiter come in with breakfast.

"Dazai is." My tone was slightly surprised: "You really fit the kimono..."

But he looks so good in a suit...why does he look good no matter what he wears? Why?

This is my Osamu Dazai, my lover.

The breakfast is a traditional Japanese breakfast, each delicate small plate is placed on a wooden plate, grilled fish, rice, miso soup are indispensable, and exquisite dim sum and sashimi are also added.

Under my murderous eyes, Osamu Dazai opened the door with a smile, calling it ventilation.

You just want to see me ashamed and angry!

Gritting my teeth, I took my anger out on breakfast.

But I have to say that the scenery by the hot spring pool is really excellent, and in addition to being in a Japanese room, eating a beautiful traditional breakfast, you will feel a sense of leisure away from the hustle and bustle.

This is a rare experience on weekdays.

After eating, I asked, "Why are you wearing a kimono?"

The people in the hotel removed the meals and brought tea.

"There is a nice street in Hokkaido, and there are fireworks at night." Dazai Osamu stood up, went outside, and brought in two boxes.

"Happy birthday, Qianli."

Birthday, I blinked before I realized it and took the two boxes.

Opening one of them, it turned out that there were jewelry made of "tea millet" and "tears of death". Because the two gemstones were not small, after cutting, they were processed into necklaces and rings respectively.

Originally, I wanted to deal with these two gems, but was asked to leave by Osamu Dazai.

The two necklaces are the same, two different gemstones are inlaid in a silver plate, spliced ​​together, close to each other, and the ring is a pure color of iris and bright blue.

"I drew the design draft, does it look good?" Osamu Dazai looked like a child asking for praise, his eyes sparkling.

"Pretty." I picked up the "tea" ring, put it on my hand, and left "Death's Tears" to Osamu Dazai.

"Is there anything else you don't know? Even jewelry designers can work part-time?"

"It was boring when I was lurking, and I learned something." Osamu Dazai put on the "Tears of Death" and conjured a blue earring from the palm of his hand like magic: "This is a 3000 million earring" "Ren", although it is small, it is the best among sapphires, and I finally got it. It is very challenging to do something during the defection period."

While talking, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and gently stroked my left earlobe. After the earlobe was pinched thin, he pressed it down hard.

The pain made me frown uncontrollably, and I remained motionless obediently. The pain in my earlobe was not severe, but the uninterrupted faint pain was hard to ignore.

I don't want to know how difficult it is to be told by Osamu Dazai, for example, how many people have been tempted to death by this siren.

Really... You have been cleared, Dazai?

Didn't Ango beat you up during the defection period?

"Is there only one?" I asked softly.

"It's really greedy Qianli, the other is mine." Osamu Dazai smiled, and wiped the blood that slipped from my earlobe with a tissue. If it accidentally got on his hand, he stuck out his tongue and licked it clean: "Qianli wants to help Do I wear it?"

He shoved the other into my hand.

I give your pain with my own hands.

His iris-colored eyes are curved, showing a vague desire for control.

"It's painless for you to beat me." I put away the earring blankly: "You will get infected if you mess around like this."

Seriously...what the hell.

"Hey..." Osamu Dazai said lamely, "But I want Qianli to wear it for me."

He acted coquettishly: "I am in super good health."

"No."

"You can't refuse." Osamu Dazai grabbed my hand and put the earring on the earlobe of his right ear, without even getting warm, he pressed it hard.

I opened my eyes wide, and didn't complain until my hands were released, and then I picked up a tissue to help him wipe off the blood that flowed to the side of his face.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to feel any pain, he clapped his hands happily: "Look at the second gift, Qianli."

In the second box lay a small pistol, the size of a palm, silver-white, shining coldly, small and exquisite, yet exquisite and handsome as a firearm.

"Don't look at it as small as a lady, but it is as powerful as a gun. The 0.454 caliber is the most advanced custom-made firearm in Europe, and its maximum speed can reach 800m/s-1000m/s."

My first reaction was: "Are you persecuting Ango again?"

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently: "What? I got it through a deal with the Supernatural Secret Service. What does it have to do with Ango? Besides... when did I persecute him?"

But... the speed is so fast, the recoil will shatter the wrist, right?

"The recoil can be dealt with." Osamu Dazai explained my worries.

I coughed lightly, then picked it up to play with, it was a small one, it was cold: "I like it very much."

The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be stopped.

Who doesn't love a gun that's powerful but small.

Especially, it was a gift from Osamu Dazai.

I have heard about Hokkaido's style street for a long time. Simply put, it is similar to the summer festival.

Fireworks, candy apples, goldfish fishing, windmills, wooden masks.

There were quite a few people wearing kimonos, but Dazai Osamu was so good-looking, not many. Along the way, he earned enough attention, and many girls came up to strike up a conversation.

Facing the little sister, I was a little at a loss. The last time I was 16 years old, when I was in school, I was only approached by friends when I was out on the street.

It turns out that I have been so far away from ordinary life?

By the way... this young lady, have I seen it before?

"Sorry, he's mine." Osamu Dazai, who was going to buy candy, pulled me away with a strong smile on his face.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young lady was a little embarrassed, but she was still friendly: "I wish you a long time."

"Thank you." I took out a small bag of Jinpingtang from the things I bought just now, and gave it to the young lady as an apology: "Today is my birthday, please be happy."

"Happy birthday." The young lady tilted her head, took Jin Pingtang, and then took out a small box from her own things: "This is for you."

It is a candy in the shape of a double flower. It is limited and extremely difficult to buy. Osamu Dazai couldn't even buy it.

The little sister ran away after sending the candy, and didn't give me a chance to refuse.

I seem to... remember where I saw her.

Isn't she the boss of Bingdi Huatang?

I took the candy and was taken aback for a moment. Osamu Dazai took it directly, unpacked it, took a bite, and handed it to me.

I took the candy and added a bite where he had bitten.

Very sweet.

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Two shifts with excessive sugar content√

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