[Bungo Stray Dogs] Bless the world

The so-called world full of light, the so-called warm things—

——That is something that no matter how you reach out to grab it, how hard you try, how you don't want to lose—it will eventually leave you.

Just curl up quietly in the dark world, you belong here, and you have no meaning of existence other than killing.

It is said that before a person dies, there will be a short period of time when he does not belong to this world and will not be affected by the outside world. He just quietly recalls some fragments of his life.

At least at the moment of falling into the sea, those memories that were left behind suddenly swarmed, and on the other side of the light and shadow, a gentle and gentle voice called softly, "Ryunosuke."

--what.

At that time, what was my answer?

"—don't call me that."

Thinking about it now, at that time——

It should, should be closer to what she expected, and replied with a smile: "Yes." That's right.

"—YAYOI"

Four years later, the first and last call was accompanied by a huge pain that could hardly be described in words, and a sense of suffocation from being drowned by seawater rushing from all directions.

"...What are you doing picking him up?" Kunikida looked at Xiangli who picked up the rebellious vicious dog from the sea and threw it on the yacht with twitching corners of his mouth, "Don't tell me that's why you followed me here."

"I have something to ask him." Xiangli picked up a towel on the side and wiped her face.

"whats the matter?"

"Mr. Dazai's whereabouts." Kari replied with a smile and tilted her head.

"..." Even though he knew that this sentence was not entirely true, Kunikida frowned and closed his mouth. After a while, he still couldn't help it, "You can deal with what you pick up. Don't give it to the other members of the detective agency. People cause trouble."

"I also ask Kunikida-kun to keep it a secret for me."

"It's not just to inquire about the whereabouts of that guy Dazai, is it?"

"The rest is a private secret." Xiangli knelt down and handcuffed the drenched young man who was in a coma and looked even thinner. "To be honest, even I think he is a bit cruel, so I still have to do this." Do……"

Then she lowered her head with a smile, and looked at Ryunosuke Akutagawa lying on the deck with the expression of a butcher looking at a dead dog on the chopping board—"Well, it really was you, the one who planted the bomb in the police station." Far away Feeling the resentment from Kari, Kunikida shuddered suddenly.

Akutagawa felt like he had a nightmare beyond his ability to bear. In the dream, he was dismantled more than 20 times by the detective agency's queen doctor and Yosano Akiko...

"Are you awake?" The girl's voice sounded in the strange and distant darkness, and then the scent of miso soup floated into the consciousness, the delicate and gentle scent that was carefully cooked.

The young man opened his eyes and found that there was an unfamiliar ceiling above his head. When he turned his head, his vision was briefly blurred, and then he saw the girl's face clearly. The member of the Armed Detective Agency, he couldn't name him.

"Although it's not the first time we met, I haven't told you my name, Kari, my name is Fukuzawa Kari." The girl put the miso soup on the tatami next to his bed, as if knowing that he couldn't pronounce her own name. Introduced, the young man coughed.

"I'm sorry, when I picked you up from the sea, the injuries on your body will not heal in a short while, so I beg Miss Akiko with my personal friendship." The girl put her hands together and said to him with a smile, completely innocent Facing the vicious enemy's sense of crisis, "But—I was almost killed by you too, so it's even."

... This woman is a bit too careless to say such things on her own.

The sense of limbs gradually came back, and then, the young man discovered a fact in a rage.

His hands and feet were handcuffed, was he trying to extract a confession?Or do something else?

No.

The most infuriating thing was that he was going to lose his mind - he was not wearing anything except the quilt that was covering him.

Not wearing anything in the true sense, the first kind.

Noticing the ferocious expression on the young man's face, the girl still squinted her eyes and smiled, "Because Mr. Akutagawa's ability is too cruel. He is also afraid."

"After all, he was almost killed."

"So, I have to strip you naked."

"..."

Damn it, why would he think this woman looks like Yayoi.

Obviously even more childish than Yayoi, okay? !

"The clothes are in the dry cleaners, and they will be delivered after a while," Xiangli dragged a set of clothes from the side, "You can just make do with it for the time being." Then, as if suddenly remembering, she added He asked, "Is your shirt a women's style? Why is it three layers of ruffles on the sleeves...?"

"..." Because he didn't know what to answer, Akutagawa could only return a fierce look, hoping that she would behave herself and shut up automatically.

"I understand, Mr. Dazai asked you to wear it, right?" Kari nodded, reaching out to lift the quilt, Akutagawa's brows immediately frowned, "What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse like a wild man whose territory had been violated. Said fiercely like a dog.

"Don't you want to untie the handcuffs?" Xiangli tilted her head and smiled.

"..." The other party was obviously teasing me, this was simply provocative, and Akutagawa's face turned grim, "Do you think you can stop me if you uncuff the handcuffs?"

Xiangli didn't speak, just smiled and shook her head, "Of course I can't stop you." She simply admitted.

"..." Is this woman an idiot?

"But..." Xiangli laughed softly, "Maybe it's my intuition, whether it's accurate or not, I don't think you'll hurt me."

The conversation lasted no more than 10 minutes, and Akutagawa had nothing to say about this woman's innocence, intuition—he actually told him intuition.

The young man sighed, stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and asked her to open the handcuffs.

Five minutes later, the young man dressed in casual clothes, which were obviously bought on the spur of the moment, sat at the table quietly drinking the miso soup made by Kaori.

As soon as the soup entered his mouth, he stopped.

"What's the matter? Isn't it delicious?" Xiangli propped his face and looked at the rare young man who didn't look fierce. He looked really gentle when he was eating quietly.

Akutagawa was silent for a long time, and after a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Put cherry shrimp and duck meat in miso soup... where did this recipe come from?"

"Eh? I've always put it like this." Xiangli blinked, then watched the young man in front of him lower his head and put down the bowl in his hand, and suddenly stretched out his hand like an unruly wild dog.

The chair was pushed to the ground, Xiangli fell to the side, and the young man's hand grabbed her neck, "Who the hell are you—"

The ferocious face was full of murderous looks, and the ferocity could almost make anyone tremble with fright.

The taste and recipe of miso soup are like private dishes. No matter how you try to imitate it, it is impossible to make exactly the same taste.

——For a moment, the mouth said it was forgotten, but the taste was never forgotten in the heart.

Recognized the moment of entry.

He couldn't figure it out, not at all.

"Uh...cough cough...uh..." The force that grabbed her neck was too great, and Xiangri was almost unable to make a sound. Noticing this, the young man who was pressing on the girl let go of his hand a little.

Xiangli finally caught her breath, and pressed her chest to take a big breath of fresh air, "It's so rough." She frowned, tears welling from the corners of her eyes.

"Answer my question." The young man said blankly.

Shari lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry, but I can't answer you."

- "On the contrary... I want to ask you."

"What?" Akutagawa's brows furrowed even deeper.

"I don't remember anything before I was 13 years old, or...before I was [-] years old, I don't remember anything - the memories are all broken." The girl looked directly into the young man's eyes. In the clear eyes, there is only tenderness and sincerity, "So I want to ask you—"

"You used to—did you know me?"