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

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"Hey, anyway, the plan to kill Kanagawa Fukuichiro is tomorrow. I need your help, Chisato. On the other hand, I will do whatever it takes to help you remember the power."

After hearing Osamu Dazai's words, I felt a chill down my back, and I had an ominous premonition.

The one lying on the sofa is not a cat, but a black panther locking its prey. I can be sure that Osamu Dazai is using me to plan something, or his conspiracy is me.

But knowing that he has bad intentions, what can I do.

Forget it, he is good-looking, not as knowledgeable as him.

Osamu Dazai got up from the sofa, staggered towards his folding bed, and leaned back.

"You sleep on the sofa."

"Okay." I walked over mellowly, glanced briefly at no water marks, and lay down on the sofa he just got up. The leather sofa still had the body temperature of a teenager, and there seemed to be a faint disinfectant Smell, I lie on the sofa and close my eyes.

Dazai Osamu's coat is dry, and I haven't asked him why he is wet all over.

Dozens of seconds passed.

Osamu Dazai took out a bottle from nowhere and shook it to play with it. The sound of "crash clatter" annoyed me.

"What are you doing, Dazai-kun." I asked lazily without looking up.

"Take vitamins." Accompanied by this was the sound of Osamu Dazai swallowing something.

I said sullenly: "Stop playing with Dazai-kun, let me sleep for a while."

In a daze, I heard Osamu Dazai agree, and then fell asleep.

I slept all night on Osamu Dazai's container sofa, and when I woke up in the morning, my back was sore and I turned to look at Osamu Dazai who was on the folding bed, wrapping himself in a quilt into a sushi roll, feeling very unbalanced.

"Is this the life of the Mafia?" I sprawled on the couch, like a dehydrated goldfish, with despair on my face.

Osamu Dazai didn't answer me.

Is he so vigilant as a mafia reserve cadre? I lazily turned over.

According to the TV series, isn't it normal that "I love killing people in my dreams".

I raised my voice and shouted "Dazai-kun" twice, but still no one answered me. I suddenly realized that something was wrong. Combined with the bad experience of this person pointing a gun at me twice, I climbed off the sofa and approached the folding bed a few steps.

"Are you trying to suffocate yourself, Dazai-kun?"

As soon as I lifted his quilt, Osamu Dazai lay on his side lifelessly, his curly black hair covered his overly pale cheeks, without a trace of blood, and an ominous premonition enveloped me from the bottom of my heart.

"Dazai!" I shook him lightly, touching his breath with my fingertips.

Not breathing.

I touched his neck and chest in a panic, without heaving.

My heart plummeted to the bottom.

I remembered the bottle he was playing with before going to bed yesterday, turned my head to look, it was placed beside his pillow, and I picked it up.

Sleeping pills, empty.

The sound made by Osamu Dazai yesterday, why did it have the size of [-] or [-] pieces, but now it is empty.

Eating it in one go is absolutely lethal.

Damn it, Osamu Dazai didn't know that he committed suicide by taking sleeping pills. It wasn't obvious on the surface, but it was actually very painful.

I sat slumped on the ground, my head was blank, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Osamu Dazai died while I was asleep.

I can prevent his death just by looking up before bedtime.

My head started to hurt again, like a pinprick, my vision was a bit blurred, this time the pain was much longer than before, the bloody gash in my mother’s abdomen, my father’s head fell off, the neck injury, my sister’s head was gouged out A piece of tragedy lined up in my head one by one.

And so again...

Another person who died silently in front of me.

I had a black cat before.

It likes to jump on me when I am sitting on the sofa reading a book, stretching out its claws to hook the rope on my sweater.

When I first got it, it always disappeared during the day and came back by itself at night. According to the neighbors, I knew that he ran to the river, so why would a cat like to go to the river to get wet of.

It likes to sleep on my bed and teases me with its tail so I can't sleep.

It stayed with me for quite a long time.

I heard that cats and dogs will find a corner to die when they die, but my cat is different.

When I was young, I just happily took him out to play. Halfway through the game, it suddenly stopped, lay down in front of me and closed its eyes.

died.

My cat died.

Strange, why do I think of my cat?

Maybe it's because when Osamu Dazai first met, he looked a bit like my cat when he was wet.

What's more, he is very good-looking, I always feel like I have seen him somewhere before.

My lips tasted something salty, and that's when I realized that I was crying.

For the first time, I couldn't understand my own thoughts.

I am a very strange person.

I knew from the moment I saw my parents' dead body that I was still ridiculously rational that my emotions were too thin.

I think, with my personality, even if I see a dead person, I will watch it calmly. It doesn't matter if I am asked to kill someone one day.

But why am I sad for Osamu Dazai?

My vision was blurred by tears, I could barely see the contents of the container, until there was a shadow standing in front of me, I fixed my focus to see, it was Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai?

Isn't he dead?

Obviously the heart stopped beating.

I hiccupped and wiped away my tears with the back of my hand in embarrassment. I knelt on the ground and looked at the empty bed. The quilt was lifted, and the person who was lying there got up by himself.

"You're not dead?"

Unspeakable joy burst out in my heart, and the sour complex emotions filled my brain.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, he looked down at me condescendingly, his iris-colored eyes were inorganically cold, he squatted down, and looked at me, from his eyes, I saw the expressionless and tearful Own.

"What's the matter, Dazai-kun?" I asked him.

"Qianli." He called me suddenly intimately, without answering my question directly: "You are really strange."

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My blood cools down with his words.

"You're not dead." I muttered to myself, feeling like I was being tricked into tears by a scumbag.

"Cardiac arrest for five seconds, Dazai-sama's unique skill." Osamu Dazai suddenly revealed a childish smile, like a child after a successful prank: "It's hard to die after taking sleeping pills, I don't want to try such a painful way of death. "

From so close, I can see clearly, there is no smile in his iris eyes.

Really, too much.

After wiping away my tears, I could see clearly behind Osamu Dazai, the bright blue lines hanging from the void, those lines seemed to have their own life, entwined around the container like vines.

Suddenly the name of my ability popped up in my mind.

【Thousand silk drama】

I looked at those beautiful blue lines and almost indulged in them. They were like the embroidery woven by the siren under the moon, which captured the mind.

I faintly felt that something was different about me.

"Dazai-kun." I wiped away my tears and asked him, "Why do you know how to stimulate me."

"Because Chisato said, let me not die in front of you." Osamu Dazai stood up and turned his head to look at my silk thread.

"I pointed the wooden warehouse at myself twice, and when I almost died in front of you, Qianli's head would hurt."

been discovered.

"Chiba Chisato, do you think of me as someone?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, "Is it someone more important than your parents?"

cough.

No one can do it.

One word from Osamu Dazai ruined the atmosphere.

If I told Osamu Dazai that I regarded him as my little black cat, would he kill me?

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For details, please refer to the episode of the leader Zai and the cadre Qianli, this wave, this wave is the ultimate nesting doll