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

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"Turn off the lights in 1 minute." A voice mixed with electronic sounds sounded from the monitoring station.

"Am I going back to boarding school?" I raised my head from the drawing paper with a blank expression on my face: "Why is there a time for turning off the lights?"

"Life here is like this." Fyodor put the stack of books on the bed on the floor with familiarity, and made the bed ready to rest: "This place is more reassuring than a nursing home. After all, it is deep underground and at the end of the earth. Safe stronghold."

"That is to say, if you eat and sleep, eat when you sleep, and stay in this small space all the time, will you really not be fattened?" I put away the brush, with a reluctant face.

"Majin-kun is indeed a lot fatter than a month ago." Dazai Osamu pointed: "It means that it has changed from a dirty sewer rat to a dirty house rat."

Fyodor, who was dressed in white, tilted his head and politely mocked Osamu Dazai: "You will be like me soon."

After saying this, he sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to be praying.

Interesting, is Fyodor religious?

That's right, from the very beginning when he met, he talked about God, claiming that God is the judge in the world.

A demon like him, with blood on his hands, is elegant and reserved, humble and pious, yet extremely arrogant, and extremely contradictory, like a siren sea monster, which is depraved. The profound layout and terrifying wisdom make people feel frightened from the depths of their souls .

A few short conversations have already made me feel good about him. I actually feel that I can understand Fyodor facing the sinful world in his eyes...

This world is extremely dirty. I have seen too many people with powerful supernatural abilities who are not worthy of virtue. They rely on their natural talents to do evil and violate human ethics. Kanagawa Fukuichiro, the first supernatural person I met, killed three It is ridiculous and unfair that a dozen policemen are only in jail.

Let’s just talk about us in Meursault, with blood on our hands, and an unforgivable crime, but... I feel ridiculous when I say it.

It's a ridiculous world, but it's the world I love.

Fyodor, I feel absurdly in my heart that no one loves this world and these human beings more than him. It is because of love that, as a paranoid idealist, he can't tolerate the existence of evil in his heart. , that is, the ability.

This man is horrible, and I find myself liking him a little bit.

He is a demon full of divinity.

However, it is still an enemy.

As Fyodor said, human beings are sinful and stupid, but it is because human beings are such imperfect creatures that they are rare and valuable.

Lights out.

In an instant, the supernatural space under the ground became completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.

"It feels like a horror movie." I knelt and sat on the inside of the two pieced together beds, curiously leaning against the glass to look outside, but of course I couldn't see anything.

"The monster in the dark is coming." Osamu Dazai's voice sounded from behind me, a gust of wind blew by, I was wrapped in a quilt by Osamu Dazai, and then pulled into his arms.

Then he quickly lay down and covered me completely.

I was caught off guard and covered my head:?

I silently condensed the bright blue silk thread with its own light source in my hand, and found that I was completely wrapped in a quilt, airtight.

"Why isn't Qianli scared?" Dazai Osamu's dissatisfied voice came from outside the quilt.

"If you stay in the dark for a while, I won't be scared anymore." I sighed quietly: "I will die from lack of oxygen."

"Prisoner No. 36 and No. 37, please stop talking." The electronic voice sounded from the monitoring room connected to the monitoring room: "Now is the rest time."

It has the sense of sight of a boarding school.

Isn't your cell isolated from sound, are you afraid of disturbing other prisoners?

Osamu Dazai answered casually, and then, unrepentant, poked his head in from the edge of the quilt he was pressing down, and with the light from the blue silk thread wrapped around my hand, I was caught off guard by the reddish kite.

Osamu Dazai softly gestured to turn off the lights, and then stretched out a hand cautiously, the world has disqualified my ability, then lifted the quilt with peace of mind, and naturally took me into his arms.

"Go to sleep, Qianli." He said softly, and then lifted the quilt that was hot from my breathing, and the cool air rushed to my face, and the warm fragrance of Dazai Osamu lingered in my nostrils.

According to the conversation between Dazai Osamu and Fyodor, now Edogawa Ranpo has taken action and is ready to rescue the members of the Armed Detective Agency.

Then, the next step is to wait for the real culprit to show his feet.

With a small body, it was really troublesome. Being hugged by Osamu Dazai like a rag doll, with my whole head buried in his chest, I couldn't bear the heat.

Isn’t Osamu Dazai a cat? When did he become a steaming big dog? Did my seven-year-old appearance seduce his father’s love, or did he expose his childish nature after seeing Fyodor in prison?

I thought helplessly.

the next day.

I opened my eyes, didn't get up immediately, but turned myself silently under the quilt.

After breakfast came, I didn't get up, but buried myself in the quilt.

Osamu Dazai refused breakfast for me.

After dawdling for about an hour, I reluctantly pulled the quilt and sat up against the wall.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Fyodor, who had made the bed early on the opposite side, asked with concern.

I yawned lazily, with sleepy eyes: "Stay in bed."

"Is it because of the ability suppression liquid?" Fyodor said with some pity in his tone: "For a powerful ability user like you, what you need to pay attention to when you are in prison is more troublesome than us."

"It's none of your business." Osamu Dazai frowned, stretched out his hand to measure my temperature, and after confirming that it was normal, he asked worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, I just want to sleep."

"Then go to sleep."

"Hmm..." I replied weakly, and then lay back down.

The discomfort must be fake. I have long been used to the mere side effects of the inhibitory fluid, just to let me be found out later after I escaped from prison.

I was nestled under the quilt with my back to them. I just woke up and naturally couldn’t fall asleep, so I listened to the conversation between Osamu Dazai and Fyodor. After listening to it, I really fell asleep.

After some time, I was woken up by Osamu Dazai. I poked my head out of the bed and looked at the prison guard. Impatiently, I asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Are you uncomfortable?" the prison guard asked, "I see you have rested for too long."

"I'm fine." I yawned and wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes: "What kind of inhibitory fluid you have, and the body of a child, that's why it's like this."

The prison guard obviously knew what the inhibitory solution specially developed for supernatural beings was, and his expression relaxed: "Don't worry, exhaustion is a normal side effect. If there is severe pain, please be sure to tell us."

After the guards left, I sat up.

I've had enough sleep today.

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Daily push next door text

My memory is not good, how bad is it? When I read the finished novel the next day, I feel like I am reading something brand new. I forget what I am talking about while talking.

The last time my relatives and friends asked me how Qianli was doing, my first reaction was who is Qianli? ? ?

Cao, Qianli's mother is sorry for you, mother has a second child and no sound.