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

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I walked in the mountains with a bag of scalpels, and then released all my puppets, and let them line up to get one from the box full of guns.

The mighty black figure rushed towards the weapon arsenal hidden deep in the forest by the Gaolai Society.

In the quiet mountain forest, there is no need to hide, and there is only one way in and out of the entire arsenal.

I stood at the back of the team, watching the night walk of the ghosts, and the ghost soldiers attacked by the same way, and "Acacia" stood behind me with a gun to protect my safety.

Yesterday, I took people to rob the port mafia's transportation line. Of course there was no "floating flower".

I watched with cold eyes the members of the port mafia escorting gems to die one by one, just to put on a reasonable drama.

I'm too lazy to figure out if they are traitors, undercover hostile factions, anyway, they are Mori Ogai's subordinates, and I can only blame bad luck if they are counted.

For Mori Ogai, human life is just a tool.

As far as I'm concerned, those people whose names I can't even pronounce, I don't care even if they die.

How should I put it, people with power beyond ordinary people, more or less have this arrogance that disregards human life.

At least that's how I've met people.

Then I was dispatched for a few days and found out that the attacker was the Gaolai Society, and then I came to rob the arsenal.

Masao Fujita has a big appetite. He declined my proposal to sneak in and take the "Floating Flowers", and asked me to attack directly and kill all the guards of the Takarai Society.

He's going to eat that arsenal.

I agreed.

When the mountains and forests were filled with the smell of blood and everything was quiet, I sent a message to Fujita Masao, and he sent someone to take away the weapons.

I took the "floating flower" that the puppet took out.

Opening the box, a gem the size of a pigeon egg shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

Floating flower, meaning the flower of eternal life.

I didn't understand why a gemstone would be named plankton, but now I do.

This gem does not meet the crystal clear requirements of people for gems. Instead, it is full of impurities. But if you look carefully, the inside of the transparent gem is white, and the impurities form a bunch of flowers, which are small and delicate.

Is this really a natural gem and not processed by future generations?

I took back all the puppets, leaned against a tree, and watched the people of the Mingguang Group go around the corpse to carry weapons, and watched them secretly look at me with fear.

The puppet I got in the slums was half damaged for this attack, but my ability is impossible to use the puppet, and the undead guarded by the Gaolai Society perfectly filled the gap.

It was the wailing of those people before they died that gave me a headache.

I am really not like me anymore, but I am not like me, who else can I be like?

I put away "Floating Flower" in a daze, and planned to leave early to meet Masao Fujita.

I saw a dessert shop on the road, and I couldn't walk anymore. I went in and ordered a few plates of sweets to eat. I specifically told the pastry chef to add sugar, and ordered a plate of white sugar and sugar cubes separately.

A layer of white sugar was sprinkled on the sweet mousse, which looked absolutely lethal at first glance, but I dug a spoonful and stuffed it into my mouth without changing my face.

It's so sweet and greasy, but within my acceptable range, I ate spoonful after spoonful of desserts that I saw absolutely impossible.

The pastry chef looked at me in surprise. Out of politeness, she quickly turned her attention away from me.

I finished a piece of mousse and took another plate to eat.

I'm thinking, when a person's taste and character change, is he still him?

The side effects of [Qiansi Xi] made me extremely addicted to sweets, because the fear and regret given to me by others made me restless. Even if I completely tamed the puppet, the irritability and madness still lingered in my mind go.

Countless people died because of me, I can calmly watch those people pay unnecessary deaths, and I can understand Mori Ogai's behavior of using human life as a tool.

It may be that I have accepted too many new puppets, I kept thinking wildly, thinking too messy and complicated, I couldn't understand my thinking for a while.

Just like people tend to think too much meaningless sadness late at night.

I took another plate of chestnut mousse, the faint graininess mixed with the taste of sugar, I was a little sick to eat it, but I still wanted to eat it.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I know that someone has been sitting on the seat next to me for a while, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dark figure looking at me with his chin resting.

I don't want to know who he is, all I can think about is dealing with these overly sweet foods.

I ate the fishy and salty liquid, I swallowed a mouthful of cream, wiped my tears in embarrassment, and laughed in my heart that I actually ate cake and cried.

What am I thinking, what am I panicking about.

I was terrified that I wasn't me, I was terrified that I would get lost in other people's fears and go crazy.

Seeing that I didn't eat, the people around me boldly grabbed my fork, scooped a spoonful from the cake I hadn't scooped, and stuffed it into my mouth.

I saw him spit the cake on the paper towel after taking one bite.

"Qianli, are you developing a suicide method like eating sweets to death?"

Hearing his voice, I calmed down strangely.

Osamu Dazai.

It was he who brought me into this world, and it was I who followed him wholeheartedly into this world.

I don't need to be confused about my original intention, because Osamu Dazai is my original intention...Is that so...?

What exactly is it that I am after.

"I think it's delicious." In order to prove to him, I took the spoon and dug a spoonful and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Then you made yourself cry?" Osamu Dazai was speechless, he stuffed me with a piece of paper.

I tidied myself up and pleaded in a low voice.

"I didn't cry because of food, I cried because of something else."

"They were all crying."

Seeing that I still wanted to eat, Osamu Dazai mercilessly knocked off my hand holding the spoon, and the spoon stained with cream fell on the table.

"Don't eat this, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

"But I really like it..." I shut my mouth, my eyes full of surprise.

The moment Osamu Dazai touched me, all the complexities that entangled me disappeared, and all I felt was peace and tranquility.

It took me a long time to sort out the puppet’s negative emotions, but when he touched it, it all dissipated.

Is it his Nullify ability?

Osamu Dazai looked at me and said nothing, I maintained the posture of being knocked off the spoon and did not move. After a stalemate for a while, he seemed to be suddenly benevolent, grabbed my arm through the clothes, and led me away from the dessert shop.

"What's the name of Dazai-kun's ability?" The feeling of being quiet is really amazing, I feel unprecedented peace, as if I am still the same as before.

Instead of teasing me like last time, he told me directly.

"Human disqualification."

Disqualified?

It really fits the setting that Osamu Dazai likes to commit suicide.

"It's so sad."

"Doesn't it sound good?"

"It sounds good."

Qiansixi is a supernatural ability to control and plunder, and only disqualification in the world can erase its madness and despair.

I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Dazai-kun, you are such a gentle person."

"Huh? Chisato, have you eaten sweets and ruined your brain?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide with disbelief.

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The author has something to say:

【I called everyone and said that I was going to die, and they all answered me in unison: "Congratulations."】

Osamu Dazai committed suicide time and time again, and asked for help from the outside world. At the beginning, some people he just met panicked, until he gradually got used to it and ignored it.

I want to write a person who, no matter how many times, will not hesitate to ask him: "Where are you?"

Osamu Dazai deserves it.

In my opinion, fanren are parallel universes. They have suffered so much in the main world, but they are redeemed in parallel worlds.