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

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I finally finished that picture.

The seven-year-old child was born in pink and jade, with some baby fat. The face is round and swollen, not fat, but well-proportioned. The bright blue eyes are darker, like a fluorescent sea where ancient plankton gather.

The half-length hair was not tied up, reflecting the mess when he just woke up, a handful of dull hairs were raised, and he was wearing a slightly loose white prison uniform with a high collar that covered his chin, and his feet were bare.

I rolled up the draft paper for calculating the proportions of the human body, threw it into a trash paper bag filled with rubber scraps, and looked at the painting with satisfaction.

In order not to reveal any flaws, this painting is stacked with my other identical paintings.

I yawned and got up from the ground: "They didn't even give me a stool, my legs hurt to death when I knelt and painted."

"Want to rub it for you?" Osamu Dazai, who was playing chess with Fyodor, turned his head: "Qianli?"

I happily sat on Osamu Dazai's lap and enjoyed his massage: "Stop playing chess, how about playing something I can understand, such as the crime we played in the morning?"

"I thought you only liked painting." Fyodor smiled slightly: "Why did you feel relieved when you finished painting just now?"

I asked suspiciously: "Isn't it normal to have such emotions after finishing something?"

Fyodor nodded: "Is it the joy after finishing the work?"

Osamu Dazai interrupted our conversation: "Okay, it's rare that you don't draw for a long time, so why don't you come and play?"

He put his arm around me from behind: "'Ten Questions' or 'Story Club'?"

At this time, the radio suddenly rang: "Prisoner 37, someone is looking for you."

Number 37, me?Someone looking for me?

Fyodor raised his eyes slightly, a little surprised at the fact that someone was looking for me. The shock was only for a moment, not like a show. I looked at Osamu Dazai, and he shook his head slightly.

Someone was looking for me, which neither of these two people could have imagined.

As outrageous as the inspector general of the prison guard is my fan.

I was handcuffed, and then escorted to the lifting device by three prison guards with live ammunition. After a series of complicated procedures, the lifting device slowly rose.

When getting out of the elevator, I accidentally tripped and grabbed the prison guard's pants subconsciously, but I still fell because the child was not strong enough to pull off his pants.

When I got up, there were three guns pointing at me.

I:......

I took advantage of my strength to get up and complained, "Isn't it allowed for people to fall when they are not feeling well?"

After the prison guard confirmed that I hadn't taken anything away from him, he waved and signaled me to continue walking.

The inspection process is proficient and distressing.

Has anyone tried to break out of prison by throwing things on flat ground?

Their formation really looks like they want to execute me.

I only put one antidote for the inhibitory liquid at Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Now that the ability is suppressed, I can only use one ability body, dragging the body of a seven-year-old child, which is difficult to deal with.

Fortunately, it is not to kill me.

The prison guards took me to a blank cell, which had more facilities than a glass cell, including beds, tables, chairs, cabinets, toilets, and even a TV, and the space was larger.

What does it mean?

I frowned and looked at the prison guard who went out without explaining his intention, sitting on the bed in the cell.

5 minutes passed and no one paid me any attention.

I lay down on the bed bored, playing with the shackles on my wrists, listening to the clear sound of the metal being fiddled with, my eyes met the monitor on the ceiling, I knew the monitor was working without even thinking about it, and finally couldn’t help it Open the mouth: "What on earth do you want to do, don't you tell me when you change the cell?"

The red dot on the monitor flickered a few times, and then there was an electronic sound of Zila, which returned to normal after a few seconds: "I'm sorry, Mr. Boye, when I was waiting for you, I accidentally fell asleep. Fortunately, you came out Why don't you tell Mr. Bo Ye to wait for the old man to wake up?"

Blessed Sakura crazy?

"Mr. Fudi, have you not had a rest?"

"As expected of Mr. Boba, you know how to care about the old man's body." Fukuchi Sakura said with emotion: "I haven't had a good rest because I've been too busy recently. Hey, it's all caused by the detective agency and terrorist attacks. Okay, let's not talk nonsense, this time the old man I'm looking for you for a purpose."

His tone suddenly became serious: "Mr. Bo Ye, you are a righteous person, are you really willing to spend the rest of your life in prison?"

"What do you mean?" I asked knowingly, and it seemed that Gogol had acted: "Have I been sentenced to sex for life?"

"The recent coin bombings in various countries originated from the Skyline Casino, and the person in charge of the Skyline Casino is Bo Ye-kun's younger brother, Sigma." Fukuchi Sakurachi said.

"Sigma is dead, and we can't know anything from him. However, yesterday, the old man received a video of Mr. Bo Ye taking Sigma and terrorists privately. Dazai Osamu of the detective agency talked with his own code... this old man, I really can't ignore it, do you have anything to say, Suha-kun."

"Sigma is my younger brother, and he is also the undercover agent I sent to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man. I have the evidence." When I heard that Sigma was dead, my heart ached. , As for the password, it was indeed taught to me by Dazai, and I don't know what the purpose is."

"I believe you." Fukuchi Sakura sighed infatuatedly: "However, the subordinates of this old man witnessed the people of the detective agency cover up Sigma at the Skyline Casino, and the rest of the detective agency were all rescued yesterday. Only the old man believes in you." , unable to convince the public."

"The detective agency is not a terrorist, absolutely impossible." I hesitated: "As you are, you should know the book."

"Props to rewrite reality? I do know." Fukuchi Sakura changed the topic: "But if you use books as an excuse for the detective agency's innocence, it's too ridiculous, Mr. Boba, I trust you, but I don't trust the detective agency."

"I'll give you another chance, Mr. Bo Ye. As long as you promise to come back and arrest the fugitive from the detective agency, I can guarantee your innocence."

"Sorry, Mr. Fukuchi." I said this: "The detective agency is not guilty, and neither am I."

"...Don't repent, I really misjudged you." Fukuchi Sakura said disappointedly: "Is it because of that kid named Osamu Dazai? How about it, Mr. Suzuba, if you agree to join the hound and become the old man's Disciple, the old man can also bring him to guarantee his release from prison."

"You don't have to take that risk for an armed detective agency," he challenged.

"The detective agency is not guilty." I didn't change my attitude: "If you need me to go out and find evidence of the detective agency's innocence, I will be happy, but if you want me to arrest the detective agency, I'm sorry."

The Armed Detective Agency is not guilty.

They can't be the five decays of heaven and man.

"You will be labeled as a terrorist." Fukuji Sakurachi was very dissatisfied with my persistence: "An outstanding young man like Bo Ye-kun should not end up like this."

"Sorry, Mr. Fukuchi." I still said this: "Go and ask the residents and policemen in Yokohama who have been helped by the detective agency, who would believe the ridiculous argument that the "Armed Detective Agency" is a terrorist."

For someone from the port mafia, and someone who's been rescued several times by an armed detective agency, it's ridiculously absurd.

But the book convinced the whole world of this.

After being rejected by me again, Fukuchi Sakurachi was silent for more than ten seconds before speaking again: "Then, can you help translate the dialogue of the devil?"

"They're playing chess." I replied truthfully. "There's storytelling, mutual threats, nothing to translate."

I might be really mad at Fukuchi Sakura, he hung up the call, and the prison guard quickly opened the door and sent me back.

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I didn’t have a brain when I wrote it, so I’ll just read it later