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

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I opened my eyes and sat up gently. It was still dark at about three or four in the morning. I drew the curtains and the room was pitch black.

I suddenly wanted to go to the rooftop and watch the stars, and just turned over and got out of bed when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Can't sleep?"

Hearing the sound, I turned around in some surprise, and saw Osamu Dazai sitting up. In the darkness, there was a vague shadow, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his tone.

"Did it bother you?"

"No." Osamu Dazai denied, "Are you also pretending to be asleep, Qianli?"

This is also very spiritual.

Everyone shared the same bed, but no one fell asleep, and they all hid the other side, slowing down their breathing and heartbeat.

"Sorry." I smiled apologetically, "I can't sleep."

The shadow of [Brain Hell] is really hard to get rid of, always dreaming of death, twelve times of death, only five times of immediate death, and the remaining seven times have to go through a long wait for death.

From the collapse at the beginning, to getting used to it, and even the pathological cooperation and self-destruction in the later stage, the change of mentality is vivid in memory.

In addition, if the people isolated by my subspace have a nervous breakdown and commit suicide, they will also be transformed into my puppets.

Even if I know in my heart that their deaths have nothing to do with me, when it hits this juncture, I...

Ugh.

Should I see a psychiatrist?

"Bring me one?" Dazai Osamu suddenly said.

"Ok?"

Seeing that I didn't understand, Osamu Dazai repeated again: "Let's go to the rooftop to have some fun, and take me with you."

"...Mmm." As expected of Osamu Dazai, seeing me get up, he even guessed what I was going to do.

This villa has three floors, the roof is higher, and it is located in the suburbs. The stars in the sky are also relatively clear, falling little by little. Because the sky is about to dawn, it can't be called a pure night. The sky is black mixed with some gray Dusky colors.

I lay on the recliner, looking at the sky quietly, I stretched out one hand, covered one eye, and raised it slightly.

Osamu Dazai walked over with the wine, and then stood still. On the huge rooftop, there was only the sound of the wine being poured into the cup.

I turned my head to look, and the dark red liquor formed a trickle, and an attractive color precipitated at the bottom of the cup. I asked casually, "What kind of wine is this?"

"Amarone."

Seeing my doubts, Osamu Dazai explained: "In Italian, it means "bitter."

I took it curiously, and shook the glass lightly. The dark red wine flowed like blood at the bottom of the glass, and it smelled like wine.

"Is this wine bitter?"

"The tail is slightly bitter, with a rich and complex taste, with the smell of dried fruit, smoke and licorice, and the mouthfeel is very soft." Osamu Dazai said a professional term.

I couldn't understand it, but I felt it was very powerful: "Then why is it called suffering?"

"The place of production of Amarone is in the northwest corner of Romeo and Juliet's hometown of Verona. There is a waiter named Juliet." Dazai Osamu smiled: "That's why it's called "bitter."

"A love story." I blinked, and I was almost sober, so I took a sip.

It has a very soft taste and a complex aroma after swallowing. I don't know how to taste wine, but I just think this wine has a texture and will not be light.

"It's also related to his brewing method. After the grapes are picked, they are air-dried for 120 days, and then pressed in January of the next year. This method reduces the moisture in the grapes, just like Juliet waiting for Romeo in the tomb."

Osamu Dazai popularized science: "It is also called Romeo's love."

"You know a lot about red wine."

Osamu Dazai was able to: "Of course."

Then he suddenly thought of something, and the words stopped abruptly: "Are you jealous?"

I turned my head and pretended to be stupid: "What?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen a little dwarf, and Shuanghei is already history." Dazai Osamu suddenly came over: "Speaking of which, in the near future, Shuanghei will be revived temporarily."

I was taken aback by the news, and blinked dully: "Are you planning to return to the port mafia as a cadre?"

But Mori Ogai has already bought that position for 200 billion.

Wait, it doesn't seem to be sold yet?That A seems to be a reserve cadre.

Is Mori Ogai planning to confirm with Osamu Dazai again before selling it?

"Of course it's impossible." Osamu Dazai gave a helpless wry smile, and explained: "Because Q is still in the hands of the combination. To get Q back, the detective agency must be sending me, and the port mafia is probably the little boy." dwarf."

"Why not me?" I objected.

Osamu Dazai stared at me for two seconds, and then let out a gloating smile: "Chisato, have you written the report yet?"

"..."

A report on this Q incident?The port mafia wants a copy, and the special agent department also wants a copy...  

I replied dumbly, "Okay."

Then I couldn't help complaining: "You send me a message to remind me, and then I report to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, what is there to write about?"

Osamu Dazai couldn't hold it back, he burst out laughing, and couldn't stop laughing, the entire rooftop was filled with his hearty laughter.

"You have to write too." I said unconvinced.

"Haha, huh?" Osamu Dazai wiped away tears that didn't exist: "With Atsushi-kun here, why should I write it?"

I:......

I reminded indifferently: "Dazai!"

Dazai was still laughing.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I got up directly, walked to Osamu Dazai's recliner, and manually muted the sound.

"Hahaha..." Osamu Dazai, whose mouth was covered by me, still trembled.

In the next second, my palm was hot and humid, and a soft finger licked my palm, leaving water stains that exuded hotness as I exhaled.

I withdrew my hand and looked at the culprit whose tongue hadn't retracted.

Seeing me staring at him, Osamu Dazai blinked innocently: "I'm thirsty."

I:......

He continued: "But I can't get up, I have to feed you thousands of miles away."

I straightened up blankly, took a sip of the red wine on the table, put it in my mouth, and then bent down.

A few seconds later, Osamu Dazai got up, leaned sideways and coughed fiercely, bright red liquid overflowed from the corner of his lips, and fell into the crack of the palm covering his mouth.

I am so sick that I vomit blood.

It's obviously a sexual and ambiguous scene, right?

"Qianli." Osamu Dazai looked at me resentfully: "Are you going to choke me to death?"

"Let me do it." He straightened up, picked up the wine glass from one side of the table, took a sip, then pulled my collar, forcing me to bow my head, and then he kissed me.

The tip of my tongue was covered with wine, which replaced the filtrate. The weakness and the aroma of the wine alternated. I was forced to swallow the wine he sent.

My lower back was pressed against the handle of the recliner, half of my body was suspended in the air, and he was pulling the collar with one hand. I had to maintain my waist with all my strength and hold his clothes tightly with my hands to ensure that I would not fall backwards. go down.

When I was released, my waist was so stiff that it ached, and Osamu Dazai helped me onto the reclining chair.

I lay flat on my back, my side bangs covered my eyes, and I didn't bother to remove them, I looked at the sky with my hair, and the strands of black hair made the curtain of the sky.

As the night wind blew, Osamu Dazai turned his head, his slightly curly hair was blown to his cheeks, his iris-colored eyes were slightly hooked, as if there was a sea of ​​stars in it: "Go back to sleep, Qianli."

"Ah."