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

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I followed Osamu Dazai and turned left and right, feasting my eyes.

It turns out that the urban area of ​​Tokyo, where I have lived for so long, has so many hidden alleys, which can perfectly avoid surveillance.

My previous life was very simple, going to school, going home, two o'clock and one line, walking day after day, reading newer comics and novels under the covers, and never visiting the dark side of the city.

I can feel that my life is about to be turned upside down.

Osamu Dazai took me to a container, which contained a folding bed and some simple supplies.

Is this how port mafia reserve cadres are treated on business trips?

I'm afraid Osamu Dazai didn't cheat on me with the salary he gave me.

I thought about it seriously, I'd better go to a convenience store to nourish myself, at least I can eat the expired bento every night.

Osamu Dazai glanced at me.

"Living in a container is my personal hobby. It saves me from being monitored and hassle."

I suddenly realized, is this the mafia spirit that endures hardships and stands hard work? I would rather live with grievances and hide my whereabouts to complete the task.

"I understand, Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai dug out a compressed biscuit from an old cardboard box and threw it to me, while he sat cross-legged on the sofa, opened a box of canned crab meat, and ate with relish.

I squatted in the corner of the container, smelling the smell of crab meat in the air, indifferently tore open the biscuit bag, took a bite, and it was dry and unpalatable.

So eating compressed biscuits is also to hide myself, I began to think about the possibility of refusing Osamu Dazai's invitation to join the mafia and run away.

Dazai Osamu swallowed a large spoonful of crab meat in one gulp, his cheeks bulging, and with the beauty of a beautiful boy cooking, I worked hard to get rid of the compressed biscuits.

I began to think about how to avenge my relatives.

"Can you tell me about the murderer?"

"That's right, let's get down to business now." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands: "Fukuichiro Kanagawa, with the supernatural ability [Hundred Actions], Fukuichiro Kanagawa can place larvae the size of half a melon seed kernel anywhere he can see them, and the larvae will come from Enter the mouth, and after 10 minutes, the supernatural power is activated, using human flesh and blood to nourish adult insects that kill people, so in terms of action, there is no way to investigate."

"Because it has a very powerful assassination ability, it is protected by the government."

"shelter?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai smiled: "It is because of the struggle within the government that Kanagawa Fukuichiro ran away."

Government?

"You said, is my father's resignation from the military and police for me related to his killing?"

"Yes, he is really a keen child." Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "It was because he protected thousands of miles that he was killed."

"Because of me?" I opened my eyes wide, I could see the dead bodies of my parents clearly, if it was because of me they were killed...

"That's right." Osamu Dazai raised his lips, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

This is my profile.

I skipped a lot of basic information in front of me blankly, and looked directly at the column of abilities.

Chisato Thinaba, A4853, the name of the power is unknown, suspected to be manipulating dead bodies. In the R23 incident, the six-year-old Chiba Chisato ran away with supernatural powers, causing all the corpses in the cemetery in the suburbs of Tokyo to "resurrect", and the corpses that climbed out of the grave stood still. There are bright blue lines on the limbs of the corpse, which are suspected to be interfaces of supernatural powers, and show no attack power. The agent found a comatose Qianli Suye in the center of the cemetery, and concluded that manipulating the dead body requires Qianli Suye's will manipulation.

Awakened, Bo Yeqianli lost all memories of the R23 incident, denied that she had supernatural powers, and was guaranteed by her father, Bo Yeyuan, the captain of the military and police special operations force, to return to society for ordinary life.

The following is the record of sending out special agents to conduct regular inspections, and there is no abnormality in Uniform.

The ability to manipulate dead bodies?

With Osamu Dazai's eyes on me, I began to recall the things that happened when I was six years old. Of course, the answer is that I can't remember anything.

It is impossible for a normal person to think of what happened when he was six years old.

It's not hypermemory.

"I don't remember." After reading it, I returned the paper to Osamu Dazai: "If I really have supernatural powers, and my family is hurt because of it...Please let me kill Fukuichiro Kanagawa."

Osamu Dazai suddenly put away the smile that had been hanging on his lips: "You really, don't you remember your abilities?"

I shook my head truthfully.

"Tsk, trouble." Osamu Dazai inserted the last piece of crab meat and held it up in the air: "Want to eat it?"

He is like teasing a dog.

I swallowed the compressed biscuits with difficulty and looked at the moist and soft crab meat. Although I didn't know why the topic suddenly jumped to this, I nodded honestly.

Osamu Dazai walked towards me, the crab meat with the aroma of seafood against the dry compressed biscuit in my mouth, it was extra sweet, and the tender red and white meat was delivered to my mouth.

"Ah, open your mouth."

Osamu Dazai was so close to me that I could even count his eyelashes. That iris-colored eye, curved into a crescent, reflected my face.

I opened my mouth in a daze, and took a bite.

Osamu Dazai chewed the crab meat, his cheeks with baby fat bulged, he straightened up and took a few steps back, with cold mockery in his eyes.

"My plans are all based on the ability to have a thousand miles."

I didn't eat any crab meat, so I lowered my head and took another bite of the compressed biscuit, choking.

"I'm really sorry for interrupting your plan, but I really don't have any abilities."

"Then let's do an experiment." Osamu Dazai threw the empty canned crab meat into the cardboard box accurately, seeming crazy, but actually sat up lazily.

He took the wooden bin out of his pocket, opened the safety catch, and pointed it at himself.

Casually pulled the trigger.

My pupils dilated, I stood up, and threw him down the moment the wooden warehouse rang.

The bullet hit the iron container arm with a loud noise and left a bullet hole.

"What are you doing, Dazai-kun?"