[Bungo Stray Dogs] Bless the world

"Ah, a reward of 70 billion is offered, that's amazing." After hearing that Atsushi was offered a reward of 70 billion, Xiangli's performance made people wonder what to complain about.

"Again, why is Ms. Kari in the staff dormitory? Didn't you mean living in an apartment outside?" Naomi asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Because there are strange people wandering around outside the apartment recently, you see, I am not a person who is good at fighting, and my goal is very big... So in order not to cause trouble for everyone," Xiangli clapped her hands, "I still tell everyone It would be better to act together, right?" Saying this, she raised her head and looked around twice, "It's really strange, I always feel like I haven't seen Mr. Dazai for a few days?"

"Ah, it's so gentle. In the entire detective agency, only Ms. Kari asked." Naomi took a bite of the donut, "Anyway, that person didn't know where to commit suicide."

"Ah, have you found someone who can die for love together? It's really congratulations."

The flirtatious dialogue between the two girls really made people cry of sympathy for that "Mr. Dazai".

"..." It feels like if you make complaints at this time, you will lose. Atsushi Nakajima, who was listening to the two girls happily discussing this issue, silently swallowed the complaints and donuts together.

"But... it's better to look for it? Mr. Dazai has disappeared without a sound for more than 48 hours?"

"No need." Xiangli closed the book, "There is a saying that...well, the disaster will last for a thousand years—Mr. Dazai is very tenacious." So she stood up and opened the door, "It was agreed to go It's church service, and I'm going to leave first when I'm almost late."

...The biggest problem now is that no matter what you do, it may disrupt Mr. Dazai's layout.

"...Then just pretend you don't know." Xiangli picked up the cane that was put aside, put on a retro hat that looked like a British lady, and walked out of the detective agency's gate with the cane.

In fact, Kaori can almost be sure that Osamu Dazai must have been captured by someone from the Port Mafia. If you want to talk about the reason, it is probably because he knows something about him and a well-known figure in the Port Mafia. relation.

——I can't help but think of what happened two years ago. Although it was two years ago, it seems a long time ago to Kaori who has a bad memory.Her memory is not very good, and occasionally some memories are confused with each other in her mind.

This happened when Osamu Dazai just joined the detective agency. When everyone was keen to speculate about Dazai's previous work, Shari smiled quietly and did not speak.

"Miss, won't you participate in the quiz?" Osamu Dazai asked with a smile on his face beside Kaori who was drinking black tea.

"Hmm - I don't like to participate in the quiz." Xiangli smiled and put down the black teacup in her hand, "But if you want me to say, is it 'a previous job' or a 'far earlier job'?"

"Any one is fine. If you guess correctly, will Ms. Kari die in love with me?"

"...Then I guessed wrong." Xiangli replied dumbfounded.

"That's really a pity." The young man propped his face with one hand, revealing the bandages under his sleeves, squinting, looking at the face of the girl in front of him.

"Should be... Teacher?" Kaori pressed her index finger to her lips and said as if she was having a hard time thinking.

"It's a pity, I guessed wrong." Dazai replied with a smile, "But if you insist on saying that, it's actually not too wrong?"

"Eh? Really?" Kari poured a cup of black tea for Dazai, "I'm not talking about the kind of teacher who teaches dozens of people in a class."

"?"

"No, it's nothing." Shari shook her head, "I'm talking too much." She showed a gentle smile, "I always feel as if I've seen Mr. Dazai somewhere."

"What a coincidence, I think so too...Since there is such a fate, it's better for Ms. Xiangli..."

"Would you please go alone?"

"..."

——From then on, I gradually learned about Mr. Dazai, and then gradually learned that he was a member of the Port Mafia, but Xiangri has always been a person who is very good at keeping secrets, so she never told anyone.

Occasionally, Dazai is found to be awkwardly concerned about someone's growth, which confirms that he probably has a disciple who cares about in the port mafia——

However, who was that person, Xiangli never asked.

If you want to ask the reason, it is probably because she has very little curiosity about other people's private situations.

——However, Kaori knew a little bit about the fact that he never said anything good to that disciple, and even complained about Dazai's "bad personality" for this reason.

Everyone in the church was praying quietly, and Xiangli was also sitting in the same position, quietly listening to the pastor's sermon. The child sitting next to Xiangli took a peek at this beautiful young lady, and noticed that Xiangli responded with a smile. The kind smile made the little guy blink his eyes, blushed and pretended to be obedient and prayed to the savior on the cross.

"How difficult it is to smile at the Lord." Xiangli thought, closed her eyes, and silently recited St. Francis' prayer in her heart.

However, this tranquility was broken. Several pitch-black sharp knives sprang out from the ground pierced some of the prayers, just like the Romanian impaler punishing criminals, piercing them high and hanging them on the sharp knives. above.

Xiangli's eyes widened, and subconsciously hugged the child beside her into her arms, covering her eyes, "Why..." Her voice was silenced in her throat, and the door of the church was bitten to pieces by an unknown beast , shattered all over the place.

And against the light, there stands the demon that disturbs the joy of the prayers, and tramples the peace of the Lord's mortal dwelling.

The young man in a black windbreaker covered his mouth and let out a series of coughing sounds, "What is the purpose of praying at the feet of God? Is it praying for protection? Or is it for forgiveness? However——no matter what, there will be no response Different from his ferocious appearance, his way of speaking is extremely elegant, even a bit awkward.

"It's for my own tranquility—and joy." Xiangli blocked the terrified lady holding her child behind her, and when everyone was trembling, she walked in the front without the slightest trembling steps .

Without fear, he answered the question that the young man—the young man who was like a hungry and thirsty beast—did not expect to be answered.

The pastor hid behind the pulpit in fear.

The ferocious beast fixed its eyes on the face of the only woman who dared to stand in front of him. After investigating the members of the Armed Detective Agency, he remembered all the members and related people, "Anyone from the Armed Detective Agency? However, I didn't come here for you this time, so quietly step aside, woman."

"Suddenly breaking into the church and killing innocent people, such atrocities cannot be forgiven." Xiangli tried to hold him back with words, so as to give others a chance to escape - but the other party seemed to know what she wanted to do Like something—the coat turned into a black beast, easily tearing apart a young monk who was trying to escape.

"You!" Xiangli screamed, and in the next second, black beasts rushed towards her like a wave - this amount was enough to tear her to pieces.

There was no time to react, and the body couldn't dodge accordingly. He could only watch the black waves rushing towards him, carrying the stench of fresh blood——

Every black beast accurately avoided the girl standing opposite, devoured the space behind her, and tore apart——

Tore the priest holding the gun that had been taken from under the pulpit.

Bullets fell all over the place.

Xiangli looked blankly at the young man who took back the black beast——

why?Obviously, I can tear myself to shreds together——

Why not?

——And this is the question Akutagawa Ryunosuke asked himself at the moment.

Obviously, this naive and stupid woman from a detective agency can be torn apart——

But why, didn't you do it yourself?

"Pray for your own peace and joy."

The same answer rang in his ears.

It was as if that person had transcended the past years and life and death, and appeared in front of him again.

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Busy at the end of the year vomiting blood,