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

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Nakahara Chuya: The Armed Detective Agency is nothing more than that. It's only two hours before dark, and they haven't heard anything yet.

This message was sent an hour and a half ago and there is no new message.

I want to tell him to be safe and not to be impatient. The Armed Detective Agency likes to get stuck in resolving incidents, but the news goes around and around, and nothing is sent out.

I:......?

Expressionlessly, I took out another signal jammer from my left pocket.

What the hell?

"Keep Xiao Boye isolated from the world and not send any messages back. This is Tuosi's order."

The familiar voice shocked me, and I looked in the direction of the voice: "You are not dead yet, Gogol."

I frowned, Gogol was wearing Mohar's clothes...Mohar is Gogol?

Gogol's eyes widened: "Is it like this when we meet again after a long absence? I will be sad, little thin leaf."

He raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent teardrops: "At least I helped to cheat, didn't I?" He was referring to the thing that let me use his mobile phone to contact Nakahara Chuya and Edogawa Ranpo.

"...What is your purpose?" I had a headache.

Gogol spread his hands: "Didn't you say goodbye last time? If we meet again, we will be friends."

Didn't I say consider it?Moreover, it was determined that Gogol would definitely not survive.

So how did this guy survive...

"Look, look, Xiao Boye really wants to be my friend, otherwise, she should have come up and killed me long ago." Gogol cracked a smile.

I'm really not good at dealing with Gogol's self-talking, moody guy.....

"I'm thinking too much, I won't do anything, just because this is the Ability Association, and as the owner of the space-type ability, you are as slippery as a bird, so hard to catch."

"Is it just hard to grasp? So, you still haven't done it." Gogol raised a finger with a smile: "This is a milestone, the friendship between us."

"...You said yes, right? Your purpose?"

"It's so disgusting, little thin leaf, do you have to be bound by something so unfree as "purpose" to make friends? Could it be because I want to?" Gogol puffed up his cheeks.

"Your so-called freedom doesn't exist at all." I complained: "You want to make friends with me, the essence is because you and I can feel happy when you make friends with me. The word "think" is a purpose in itself."

Gogol froze as if petrified: "It seems...is that so?"

He quickly comforted himself: "Is it true that only Tuosi can understand my ideals... Forget it, Xiao Boye is not a free person. If you let you be free, you can forgive me, right? But the guy who brainwashed Xiao Boye is no less troublesome than Tuosi, forget it...then I'll just talk about the purpose."

Gogol said seriously: "I want to kill Tosi."

I blinked: "Huh?"

I'm hallucinating?

Gogol repeated it again, the joy on his face could not be concealed, his eyes were squinted, the corners of his mouth were parted, like a lunatic: "When we first met, Little Thin Leaf asked me about my ideal, my ideal is freedom. "

"Kill my best friend, and I will be free from the brainwashing of emotions. Doesn't this prove that I am a truly free bird?"

Although, don't you think that the emotion of "wanting to kill him to be free" is also a kind of bondage. Human beings are born to be bonded by various things, such as air, food, water, and fetters.

If you really want to be free without being bound by any emotions, I suggest you commit suicide, dear.

I hesitated for two seconds, forget it, what reason am I talking to a lunatic...such idealists who are not understood by anyone from the beginning and have no results after all.

Gogol leaned forward: "Can you help me investigate, Dosi's supernatural power, little thin leaf?"

"In exchange, I can be your undercover agent in the Five Decays of Heaven and Man."

The five declines of heaven and man?

The parent organization of the rats of the dead house?

"That's right." Gogol said with a smile: "We are a murderous association rooted in this land, and there are five declines in heaven and man."

"If you want to kill Fyodor, I will be happy to help." I replied:

"Leave the contact information."

I really don't want to think about it when I go back to find Osamu Dazai for analysis.

"Xiao Boye is here, using communication tools is forbidden." Gogol made a cross gesture: "Anyway, the mother has been killed, and it only takes half a day to go back."

The corner of my mouth twitched, I couldn't understand Gogol's operation more and more.

Gogol proved with practical actions, what is called, I destroy one, he puts one, and the one that shrinks is called fast, and it cannot be grasped at all.

I simply ignored him, and went to the person in charge of the Asian region of the Supernatural Association, and told him about the matrix.

"The mother's body is dead?" The person in charge slapped the table, his face full of joy: "Really?"

Can't fix it for me...

I asked cautiously, "Is it okay to kill it without authorization?"

"This is a great achievement, really worthy of you." The person in charge did not seem to be lying: "However... how did you identify the mother's body... It doesn't matter, where is the mother's body?"

Then I was in an inexplicable state, and took the person in charge to see the mother's body in the subspace. I was told that the subspace would disappear automatically in three days, and then I was taken to a meeting. I praised it again.

I was in a trance, and asked the members of the supernatural association sitting next to me, is there really no one named Mohar?

The people from the Ability Association said no.

What is this, a small favor from Gogol?

"Aren't you happy that you received the award, kid?" Fukuji Sakura, who was called to the meeting as a representative of Japan, asked me.

"No, I'm a little confused..." What on earth is Gogol trying to do?

Fukuji and I talked about Mohar, but did not mention Gogol: "By the way, you came out of the meeting room with him this morning. Do you know him?"

"I don't know." Fukuchi Sakura said: "I went to that meeting because he wanted to know the details of the Nordic affairs from me. It is said that it will be filmed and filmed. Because there is such a thing, I didn't suspect it, but because he Without the film and television contract, I didn't talk to him too much."

Fukuchi Sakura frowned: "Isn't that person a member of the Supernatural Association?"

I nodded: "Yes, he is a dangerous element."

Why did Gogol find Fukuchi Sakurachi?One of them is a wanted criminal, and the other is a hero of the military and police. Is Gogol not afraid to recognize his identity?

The space system doesn't dare to be so promiscuous.

"If you don't understand it, don't worry about it." Fukuchi Sakura patted me on the shoulder: "No matter what the conspiracy is, as long as you are strong enough, you don't have to worry about it at all."

"You're right." I nodded solemnly, and decided to go back and ask Edogawa Ranpo: "By the way, is there really such a thing as film and television?"

"Yes, but the Supernatural Special Affairs Division refused for you." Fukuchi Sakura said: "Your subordinates said that you don't like being too conspicuous."

"Indeed." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, Bo Ye-jun's character can't be deleted, it should be filmed with a different name in the script."

"That's fine too."

"Bo Ye-kun's growth is really amazing, and he will soon catch up with me." Fukuchi Sakurachi said suddenly: "Do you really want to be my disciple, my successor?"

I was taken aback: "Sorry, my teacher is Mr. Fuzawa."

Who wants to ask a teacher to learn again...

Speaking of which, this is the second time that Fukuchi Sakurachi asked me if I want to worship him as a teacher. The last time was Northern Europe. I met him from other places in the past three years, but he didn't mention it. I thought He forgot.

"Let Fukuzawa take the lead." Fukuchi Sakura sighed, and then reminded me earnestly: "Boba-kun, it's nice to help others and protect the masses."

I nodded, noticing something was wrong.

It's not a secret that I'm a gangster, Fukuchi Sakura asked this question?

As a result, Fukuchi Sakurachi didn't mention anything superfluous, but just ended the conversation: "Since the mother's body has been resolved, let's finish it quickly, the old man wants to go back to China."

I kept up: "Are you not used to the local specialties?"

Fukuchi Sakura nods sincerely: "Sure enough, we get along very well, Mr. Boba, we both hate those foods in the same way."

No, I think it's just a person who doesn't like those special products, especially Tiao Ye Cai Chrysanthemum.

But I didn't say it.