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

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After eating, I lifted the mattress and drew my unfinished painting. After Osamu Dazai harassed me to no avail, I went to fight with Fyodor.

"Then let's play a little bedtime game."

"Can you take care of him, Bo Ye-kun?" Fyodor, who wanted to read a book in peace, called me.

I said kindly: "Can you draw a picture for me, Dazai?"

"I'm afraid to scare Qianli, so let's forget it." Dazai Zhizhi refused of course: "Has Qianli forgotten, when you were 17 years old, you were so scared by my paintings that you lost sleep."

You still remember.

I think of the masterpiece of Osamu Dazai in my memory, and I can’t help but think of the dishes that were also made by him. One scared Alice to cry, scared me to insomnia, and scared Nakahara to jump up like a cat seeing a cucumber The surreal and magical style of painting, one is an alchemy dish comparable to Veritaserum.

"As you can see, Dazai wants to play with you now." I turned my head and continued to draw. Can I really draw a real battle doll at my level?

Damn, why didn't you sign up for a class before you came in.

"...Are you in such a hurry to draw?" Fyodor thought thoughtfully, "So, what do you want to play, Dazai-kun?"

He used "in a hurry".

I didn't make a sound, and carefully studied the outline of the characters according to the instruction book.

"Guess the number." Osamu Dazai suggested, "Think first."

"Okay." Fyodor agreed, and after a few seconds, he said, "It's fine."

"The number in your mind is 38." Osamu Dazai said the answer in a very confirming tone.

"That's right." Fyodor nodded: "Then, the number in your mind is 79, right?"

I flicked my pen as I was painting quietly, how the hell did I guess this, the two of them went back and forth and guessed a few times, I couldn't help but say: "I said, let's start a class, you two, I want to learn Mind reading."

Then Osamu Dazai suddenly thumped the bed and laughed: "If so, Qianli would say that."

Fyodor agreed: "Exactly as expected."

I hardened my fist, turned around, and glanced at these two people: "Are you talking nonsense, just to bet on my reaction?"

"No, guessing is really guessing, but I have been playing such a boring game for so long just to see Qianli's reaction." Osamu Dazai revealed his thoughts straightforwardly: "Hey, Qianli draws."

I clicked my tongue and continued to learn my own painting, trying to improve on the characters.

"Guessing numbers is too boring, do you want to memorize poker?"

"Is this really good?"

"what?"

"I just think that the detective agency is very worrying. The detective agency is like the afterglow of the setting sun, which is pleasing to the eye, but the afterglow of the setting sun will be exhausted in an instant." Fyodor's tone was full of Impatiently: "The detective agency that was defeated in the skyline casino is the setting sun, you two, do you really still have the mind to guess numbers and draw pictures?"

"Don't take me, the detective agency has nothing to do with me." I didn't even lift my head when I was sacked innocently: "I came here because I was tricked, and because I came to accompany Dazai."

The third is to confuse the five declines of heaven and man, and the fourth is to experience life. I didn't talk about the latter two.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai lazily replied, stretching his waist at the same time: "After all, I am very free, and Qianli doesn't play with me... I really have nothing to do except monitor you. Be optimistic about you, as long as that person can move freely."

I lifted the mattress, lying on the bed board to draw, spread the paintbrush for half of the bed, and lying on the drawing paper with my head, was covered by the blanket that Osamu Dazai took the opportunity to lift off.

"Dazai..." I let out a helpless voice as I was pressed against the drawing paper by the bed sheet in despair. At the same time, I lightly moved my fingers to activate the supernatural power, and a piece of paper transformed by the supernatural power appeared under the bed board.

At this time, creating a means of avoiding surveillance allows me to use supernatural powers. Has something happened outside?

"Okay, the prank was successful!"

"that person?"

Osamu Dazai's excited voice and Fyodor's confused voice sounded at the same time.

I struggled out of the sheets, sorted out my messy hair and brushes and paper, while Osamu Dazai explained to Fyodor: "Does it need to be said, of course it is the transcendent who is above all supernatural beings, detective The strongest man in the society."

After he finished speaking, I also successfully rescued the drawing paper, straightened my hair, and then stood up with a smile: "Let Mr. Feodor go, let's talk now?"

I gritted my teeth: "My dear, Dazai?"

"Eh? What can a thousand miles be so small?" Osamu Dazai backed up to the corner of the glass cell honestly, and looked at me with a smirk: "This broken cell is too small... ...I was wrong, Qianli, don't do that!"

I pushed Osamu Dazai to the floor, facing Fyodor, because I was too small, I knelt on him: "I can't do anything, it's true, I can't do anything."

I leaned over Dazai's neck and said softly, "But aren't you still a normal male, Dazai?"

Fyodor watched us with great interest.

Although I didn't want the mouse to watch the fun, I still pressed on Dazai Osamu, with a hint of provocation, gently licking his earlobe, finely grinding and biting the flesh of his neck.

Finally, I selected my favorite part, and I bit down without too much force.

"Hiss, Qianli, you are like this, it makes me feel like a pervert." Osamu Dazai smiled wryly: "Being treated like this by the person I like, but I can't do anything."

"Don't doubt, if you react to a seven-year-old child, you are a pervert." I let go, stuck out my tongue and licked my teeth, jumped off Dazai Osamu, and clapped my hands.

Osamu Dazai, who was abandoned after being toyed with by me, sighed, sat up from the ground, his legs were slightly bent, and his back was leaning against the wall: "That Miss Hound did it on purpose, this damn life of abstinence."

"It's as if I'm in a normal form, what can you do to me here." I looked at Fyodor, who was biting his nails and watching the show, with a warning face, and turned to paint my own picture.

"There is a washroom here." Osamu Dazai said innocently, "Wouldn't we be watched while we shower?"

"That's not true." Fyodor replied to Osamu Dazai very friendly: "But the shower is for one person."

"The cell is still for one person." Osamu Dazai rested his chin: "Should you be able to apply for a double shower?"

"It's so perverted." I tore a new piece of paper and cursed: "Don't learn everything from the leader."

Fortunately, we used secret codes to talk, and the prison guards in the monitoring room were not ashamed.

"That's different." When mentioning Mori Ogai, Osamu Dazai looked disgusted: "I'm not as hungry as Mr. Mori, and the pervert only treats Qianli, who makes Qianli so cute."

Fyodor coughed lightly, and he asked politely, expressing his distress: "Can you chat with Mr. Bo Ye by making up a code alone?"

"Can you not listen?" Osamu Dazai was full of malice: "For example, cut off your ears?"

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The author has something to say:

Why is my mind full of "the slaughter is so big that I can't fit it in one mouthful", I'm sorry I'm guilty, I reflect on it, I face the wall and think about it, and if I understand it in seconds, I also face the wall and think about it!

Fei Jia: Don't you fucking have your own password?