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

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"I want paper and pens for drawing. Do you have any books that teach people how to draw? If so, please bring me some." After proposing the toys for entertainment, I added: "There are also detective novels, how many?" Give me a few books, it would be best if there is an unsolved case that the police station has not solved, and I can help solve the case.”

"Give me a bandage, please." Osamu Dazai said to the prison guard seriously: "Without a bandage, it is as desperate as being naked."

In Meursault’s underground prison, prisoners are not allowed to go out. Prisoners sentenced to sex, except for washing, must be locked in this small space for the rest of their lives.

But requirements other than freedom can be met.

I don't know if there are often prisoners who are bored and ask for help in solving cases. The backlog of cases in the police station and detective stories are sent over.

Osamu Dazai's request for a sufficient amount of bandages was rejected, and the prison only provided him with one roll a day.

"It can barely cover the body." Osamu Dazai took the bandage dissatisfied: "Qianli, wrap it up for me."

I put down a stack of materials and novels, knelt on the bed, and helped Dazai tie the bandages.

"When I buried something in my body, all my bandages were taken off." Osamu Dazai was indignant: "At least wrap it up for me."

"It can only be wrapped around the wrists and neck, and the jumpsuit can't wrap around the abdomen." I tied a beautiful bow for Osamu Dazai, and then looked at the monitor: "Can I go to the bathroom to tie a bandage?"

After a few seconds, the Chief Prosecutor rang from the monitoring office with an electronic voice: "No."

"This bloody place even has to control when you go to the toilet." I was a little annoyed: "I wanted to go out as soon as I came in."

"Just bear it for thousands of miles." Dazai Osamu smiled, untied the one-piece suit, and half-removed the clothes from his shoulders, revealing his snow-white shoulders: "That's how it is wrapped."

I swallowed my saliva, stood up quickly to block the monitoring, and helped Dazai to wrap the bandage diagonally in a panic. Since it was the arm of a seven-year-old child, I just looped the bandage from outside the clothes. Dazai didn't help, just sat and laughed Look at me, I almost got into his clothes.

Finally finished, I coughed lightly: "Put it on quickly."

"Qianli is so small now, will there still be demand?" Dazai Osamu was a little puzzled, blinking innocently with a pair of kite-colored eyes.

"Shut up." I gritted my teeth, straightened Osamu Dazai's clothes, jumped out of bed, and pulled out the brushes and drawing paper from the things the prison guards just sent: "Now is leisure time."

"But Qianli..." Osamu Dazai hesitated to speak: "I am an adult man now, you were so close just now, you hugged and touched me."

I seemed to feel the fiery gaze of Fyodor who was reading the Bible, which was the shock of the devil.

I threw "Teaching You to Draw Illustrations in Three Days" into Dazai Osamu's arms with a blank expression: "I want to draw."

Osamu Dazai opened the book aggrieved: "What does Qianli want to draw?"

"Draw you." I lifted the mattress, revealing the iron bed board to serve as a table.

The painting is for the convenience of using [Portrait of a Lady]. This combination of the assassin's abilities has the effect of turning the drawn figure into a ready-made combat doll. The more like the drawing, the more realistic the function of the doll.

I plan to leave the doll to confuse the prison guards for a while when I leave the prison, mainly to confuse the eyes of the high-level members of the government who Edogawa Ranpo guessed.

In the month since the co-killing ended, in addition to my work in the port mafia, I had to find time to train Atsukun Akutagawa, learn Osamu Dazai's codes, learn chess, and draw only the basics.

I don't know if it is the blessing of supernatural powers, but I have a painting skill that I didn't have before, and I learned it very quickly.

I was drafting on paper, glancing at Osamu Dazai from time to time.

"Does Qianli want to draw a realistic version of me?" Osamu Dazai flipped through the book with a curious expression on his face.

"No." I lowered my head and drew the line draft: "It's a dream."

I traced the line with a gel pen, wiped off the pencil dust with the eraser, and tore a piece of paper and put it inside.

The painting is inspired by my dreams.

A railing that is not too thick. The ground cannot be seen on the paper. I don’t know whether it is a railing of a square with two sides of the ground, or a railing of a cliff and a flat ground, or a cliff on both sides, whether it is forward or backward. The railings will fall.

The young man in a sand-colored windbreaker sits on the railing, with his back to the picture, looking up at the dark starry sky. The emptiness and loneliness around him make people feel distressed.

"This is me?" Osamu Dazai came over at some point, frowning and looking at my painting: "Although I can't see the face, but the style of clothes and bandages, it should be me."

"I'm very fragile now, don't press me down." I tactfully let the crumbs crawl on the seven-year-old's back: "My drawing skills seem to be pretty good? It's you, and it's not you."

This person is Osamu Dazai who I met when I was in Hokkaido, with his back leaning on the tombstone of Sakunosuke Oda.

I don't know if that's real, but he does look sad.

A creature like Dazai Osamu has a magical power that makes people want to embrace him desperately.

"If it's not me, I'll tear it up." Osamu Dazai was dissatisfied: "Would you like to draw me, Chisato?"

"Do you even eat vinegar for paintings?" I complained.

"Who knows if it's a painting." Osamu Dazai snorted softly, "Thousands of miles are mine, and they are the only miracle in 8000 billion trillion miles."

I was a little embarrassed, so I patted him lightly: "Then go and draw me."

"I'm sorry to bother you." Fyodor smiled on the opposite side: "I really can't read the book anymore, can we chat together?"

"Can you also draw?" I turned to Fyodor.

"I will only write the end with the blood of sinners." Fyodor closed the Bible and said with a chuckle.

"Then don't bother me." I turned around silently, and took a new piece of paper to try on my self-portrait.

Osamu Dazai spread his hands: "Looking at Qianli's paintings is more interesting than chatting with a demon."

"How about exchanging the game with information from the outside world?" Fyodor said in code.

"No." Osamu Dazai refused: "Don't try it, it's annoying, I have a way to contact the outside world, and I know more about the outside world than you."

My underlined pen paused: "Why not create a code that only we know?"

I also want to know the news from the outside world.

"It's fine for me to tell Qianli. Now, counting the time, it's probably..." Dazai Osamu told me: "The weapons of the terrorist attack buried in the Skyrim Casino were exposed, and the Hound and the Detective Agency entered the venue."

"Is something going to happen to Sigma?"

"No." It was Fyodor.

"Yes." This is Osamu Dazai.

I put down my paintbrush: "Mr. Fyodor, I'm interested in playing games with you now." If you can talk, talk more.

I looked at my family's honest slaughter, and I was inexplicably disgusted.

"Eh?" This is the confused Dazai Osamu.

"What are you playing, let's solve the case!" I picked and picked from the unsolved cases thrown by the prison guards: "These cases, tsk..."

"Human beings are sinful and extremely stupid." Fyodor thought I saw an unacceptable method, and took the opportunity to instigate: "Someone must stand up and purify these evils."

"The method is too simple." I continued, because I was too lazy to translate the words into codes in my head, so I chatted directly in Japanese: "The cruelest method is nothing more than this."

Fyodor became interested: "Have you ever seen anything crueler?"

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