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

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He is looking at me.

The boy wrapped in bandages has a fascinating morbidity on his body. His fragility makes people feel distressed, and his beautiful face makes people move. He clamors to get close to him, to warm him, and to redeem him.

Behind him was a bright red wall, and the young man seemed to be standing in a sea of ​​blood.

He seemed to be calling for help, he was talking.

"help me."

I feel like I'm crazy, and for a moment, I want to give Osamu Dazai a bear hug.

"Thousands of miles."

Osamu Dazai's words brought me back to reality, and I shook my head.

"What's the matter, Dazai-kun?"

"Put away your disgusting eyes."

Really sensitive, I helplessly turned my eyes back to Umezawa.

"Yes."

I told Osamu Dazai that I could feel Umezawa's emotions, I could hear his heartbeat.

Isn't this a weakened version of mind reading? It sounds pretty cool.

Wait, I feel like a stethoscope.

"You can't directly acquire memory." Osamu Dazai was a little dissatisfied: "In this way, it has nothing to do with spiritual powers."

"Can silk threads be hidden?"

I tried it, it didn't work.

My silk thread is actually very thin, like a fishing line, but there are dots of blue light dotted around it, which can be used as a light stick in a dark place like a dungeon.

"But it's enough." Dazai Osamu said: "If you can hide the thread and control people perfectly, Mr. Mori will be very afraid of such a terrifying power."

I was satisfied with getting a piece of information from Osamu Dazai.

Mr. Mori is the leader of the port mafia, a lolicon who likes peppers, and likes subordinates who can control him.

Although this information is useless, because people who can be leaders like subordinates who can handle them.

As for Osamu Dazai, he doesn't look like someone who can be manipulated.

Who the hell is Mr. Mori?

I can't imagine what kind of person Osamu Dazai would kneel on one knee and declare his loyalty to someone.

I really envy that Mr. Sen.

You can see Osamu Dazai kneeling down.

Osamu Dazai asked me to withdraw my ability, and asked the mafia at the door to send someone who hadn't been interrogated.

I withdrew the thread, and the moment the thread that passed through Umezawa's heart disappeared, Umezawa let out a moan deep in his throat, and then lowered his head.

I have a question mark on my face.

Dazai glanced lightly.

"he died."

I just killed the first person so hastily?

Should I repent and hesitate and be afraid.

But I was surprised to find that, as if I saw the dead body of my relatives, I didn't have any emotional fluctuations towards the Umezawa people I killed.

After living for 16 years, he suddenly discovered that he was an emotional killer.

Soon, two people came and carried Mei Zehong away. Where he hung, he was replaced by a lively person like hanging pork.

The man looked quite honest, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked like an old father of Chenghuan's children, in his forties, he was sent in sober, and the panic in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"Should he have a daughter?" I wondered.

The mafia who sent them over nodded to me: "Yes, my lord, this is an undercover agent of the Tokyo local organization Mingguang Group. His original name is Fujiwara Kinichi. He is from Tsurukawa. He has a son and a daughter at home."

Osamu Dazai sneered: "You come to be an undercover agent even if you have children?"

Fujiwara Jinichi almost rushed to beg for mercy: "I have finished explaining, didn't you say let me go."

I don't need Osamu Dazai to laugh at it, I think it's outrageous.

Such a soft undercover, that Mingguang Group really has a big heart.

"The port mafia is still too kind. Anyone dares to violate the dignity of the port mafia." Osamu Dazai didn't bother to talk to the shivering Fujiwara Kinichi, and let the mafia members out as usual, and gave me his eyes.

I understand.

Ability 【Thousand Silk Play】

Leaving aside my ability from the corner of the eye, Fujiwara Kinichi looked deathly. As a member of the Mafia, he certainly knew the existence of people with abilities. He also knew that as my experimental subject, he who knew my ability would surely die.

"My lord, my daughter is sick, she is only five years old, and my son is only in the second year of junior high school. I was forced to be an undercover agent, my lord..." Fujiwara Kinichi trembled.

He begged me like a life-saving straw to be lenient and let him go.

It's ridiculous to say that Osamu Dazai looks like a junior high school student, and I myself have just passed the first year of high school. This uncle in his forties was scared like this by us.

"Have you softened, Qianli?"

Osamu Dazai's words gave me a shock, I think he has bad intentions.

Sure enough, I heard Dazai Osamu say in a tone that seems to be moved but hides bad news: "Qianli wants to let him go, so let him go."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fujiwara Kinichi begged for mercy even more vigorously, pouring out all kinds of tearful words on himself.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, as if he couldn't bear it.

I believe he is a ghost.

Osamu Dazai just finished saying "No one in the other world will give you time to adapt", so let's just pretend to be a good person now.

What Fujiwara Kinichi said is too tragic. There is an 80-year-old mother and a pair of children. He was framed and forced to work as an undercover agent with the lives of his family. The unfortunate things in the world happened to him.

I'm a little irritable.

The silk thread hanging on his body turned into a sharp knife, piercing his flesh and blood mercilessly. I drew a ladle like a gourd and pierced his heart. Fujiwara Kinichi was quiet.

The uncle who was babbling just now was full of horror and his face was distorted. His heart was louder than his begging for mercy, like a drum beating, which made my eardrums hurt.

I spent three times more effort to suppress Fujiwara Kinichi than controlling Umezawa Hiroshi.

A vigorous man is much harder to suppress than a mentally weak tortured man.

If I relax a little bit, I will be assimilated by Fujiwara Jinichi's fear and lose my sanity.

I told Osamu Dazai the results of the experiment.

"It's a very suitable ability for torture." Dazai Osamu was still playing the scene of a cat crying a mouse. He avoided my silk thread and uncuffed Fujiwara Kinichi's handcuffs. The man who was hung on the wall fell down and sat down.

Fujiwara Kinichi went to pull my silk thread, and lost the control of the handcuffs. The difficulty of suppressing a living person rose to five times. , let him hang limply.

The man grinned in pain.

I let out a dull breath, rubbed my convulsed heart caused by excessive fear, half-kneeled on the ground, barely opened my eyes, and adjusted myself.

"You are free, go back and be with your daughter." Dazai Osamu smiled like an angel, pointed at me, and gave Fujiwara Kinichi a shot in the arm: "Qianli is my subordinate, he dare not disobey me order."

Compared with him, my expressionless face is colder than the devil.