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

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"You dare to walk in front of me?" Osamu Dazai raised his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Miss Haruna dotes on you too much, did it give you the illusion."

ha?Miss Haruna, what is it?

I froze for a moment before reacting.

Is it to support our rich woman?

The chef asked cautiously: "Several young masters, are they actually Ms. Haruna's?"

His expression is unpredictable.

At this time, it was too late to say that I didn’t know each other. Just as I was about to accept the role, Osamu Dazai said, “At first, I wanted to bring my children to see how delicious the French restaurant recommended by Ms. Haruna is. It’s really disappointing.”

"Ah, did you think the beef tenderloin was not authentic just now?" The chef seemed to think of something: "Sorry, I was too busy just now, so I didn't have time to apologize to you."

"Excuse me, who are you?" The chef asked cautiously.

"Hmph." Osamu Dazai sneered, and put his hand on my shoulder: "This kid is here to open your eyes. I am Ms. Haruna's fiancé."

"Miss Ranpo is Miss Haruna's favorite person, and Master Ranpo has been with Miss Haruna for more than three years." Edogawa Ranpo followed our scene slowly: "What kind of fiance is just introduced by the declining family There is also a child picked up by Ms. Haruna from the orphanage."

I mentally forced myself to calm down.

Obviously I wrote the script, so Dazai Osamu tampered with the characters randomly, and Edogawa Ranpo added a plot.

The pampered and coquettish young lady Dazai, discordant affairs of the world explain the words and spend chaos, what am I, the young lady's follower?

I didn't know at the time that there is a saying in Eastern countries called Tongfang maid.

If it is true, how can I say that a single Osamu Dazai can make me mourn for that Miss Haruna.

No, if it's true, with Osamu Dazai's means, can that Miss Haruna have someone else?

After all, Edogawa Ranpo looks naive.

The naive here refers to the fact that the other party is too lazy to deal with the world.

"So it's the three of you." The chef said cheerfully, "Miss Haruna mentioned it before."

So I don't know who Miss Haruna is.

And... the character set made by Osamu Dazai, is there really a corresponding person in reality?

That Miss Haruna is so strong.

The French restaurant occupies a large area. There is a long corridor between the dining area and the back kitchen. The corridor is also decorated with an ancient castle, made of stone bricks, and flames are burning on the wall.

After a closer look, it was found that the fire was made by blowers and broken steps.

"Miss Haruna ate blood wontons, is the effect still obvious?" The chef asked, the flesh on his face trembled with a flattering smile: "Last Friday, Miss Haruna was full of praise for our dish."

"Miss Haruna stayed with me for a day last Friday, when did you come to eat blood ravioli?" Osamu Dazai frowned, and looked at the chef suspiciously: "You still do takeaway?"

It's a test.

But how did Osamu Dazai be sure that the chef just made a random date?

"I misremembered." The chef nodded and bowed: "Only for dine-in, no takeaway."

"Miss Haruna is the blood ravioli she ate on Sunday, and she said she would take me there, but Joyce is the one who brought me, who is an idiot." Edogawa Ranpo said angrily, as if dissatisfied.

I saw Osamu Dazai glance at Edogawa Ranpo, and the two people's gazes wiped out the smell of gunpowder in the air.

It seems that Osamu Dazai knows less than Ranpo Edogawa.

Good guy, these two, when NPCs face the script.

"Master Joyce, that's the celebrity in front of Ms. Haruna." The chef smiled.

"It's just a plaything, Miss Haruna is going to marry me." Osamu Dazai snorted coldly.

Although it was an act, Osamu Dazai's words about getting married still sounded like a thunderbolt, and my mind was disturbed for a few seconds before returning to normal.

Strange, why am I messing with this...

"Miss Haruna needs the waste of marriage to support the scene?" Edogawa Ranpo sneered.

I doubt his taunt was serious.

Just like when I was an undercover agent at Masao Fujita, I said I hated the port mafia, and I used my days of jumping up and down in the slums in my heart.

Watching them fight each other, as the most humble plaything in the randomly changed script, I can only shut up and walk silently at the end of the team.

After a long walk, we finally arrived.

The door leading to the back kitchen looks like a heavy stone door, but it is actually a very light wooden door with stone door stickers on it.

Entering the door is a long corridor. There are separate rooms on the left and right sides of the corridor. There are separate kitchens for various ingredients. You can see people busy inside, there is the sound of fire, and the aroma of food is mixed.

"It's so big." I sighed.

The kitchen is bigger than the dining room.

The chef pretended to show us around the outside of each kitchen, and then asked us mysteriously if we wanted to see the blood wonton production room.

"The reason why it is called blood wonton is because the blood-red medicinal herb produced in the Kunlun Mountains in the east is put in, and the juice squeezed out of the medicinal herb is used to marinate the meat, which can make the meat bright red. With rare things such as keel and Tai Sui, it can beautify the skin and keep youth. forever."

"What kind of herb is that?" I asked curiously, but my stomach was a little inexplicably disgusted by the description of "juicing" used by the chef.

"I don't know the name. It was bought by an old Chinese doctor. It has a monopoly and only provides a fixed amount every month." The chef shook his head.

"Whether he has a monopoly or not, pretend to be some, as long as you have enough money, you can't buy anything." Osamu Dazai played the role of the arrogant lady, no, the dude to the fullest.

Edogawa Ranpo was ridiculed by Osamu Dazai just now, and he had never scolded him, so when he got angry, he just hugged his chest and refused to take the scene.

Helpless, I can only go.

"That's right, as long as we make an appointment, buy us some raw materials."

The chef shook his head: "Our boss spent a lot of favors to buy the herbal recipes, and even the distinguished guests who made an appointment can only dine in, so don't make things difficult for me, young masters."

He led us to turn left and right until we came to an iron gate, and took the key from him for a long time.

I looked anxious, thinking how convenient it would be for Osamu Dazai to pick the lock directly.

The door opened, it was dark, and the chef walked in first: "The lamp is inside, come in first."

Would anyone actually go in under normal circumstances?

I couldn't help doubting the IQ of the chef, the silk thread in my hand was twitching, but Osamu Dazai turned his head and held it down, and the thread disappeared.

He doesn't want to be caught, does he?

Too risky.

Neither Dazai Osamu nor Edogawa Ranpo has combat effectiveness.

Seeing Osamu Dazai and Edogawa Ranbu walk into the darkness first, I suppressed my uneasiness and walked in.

The sense of crisis hit me, and I resisted the instinct to fight back. I was covered with a drug-stained cloth over my mouth and nose, and fell into a coma.

When I woke up again, I was bound hands and feet and thrown against the wall. I opened my eyes and saw Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo beside me, also tied hands and feet falling asleep, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The things on my body were searched, my wallet, mobile phone, my scalpel, the collar bracelet and choker that Osamu Dazai gave me are still there.

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai didn't allow weapons to be brought because of the amusement park security check.

Instead, we had expected that we would have such a...exciting journey.

Osamu Dazai woke up and looked at me with an innocent expression: "I'm on vacation for thousands of miles, but I'm not on vacation."

Fine.

I looked around the empty room, the space was very large, many spaces were divided by many lime walls, and I could see several comatose children on the opposite side of the space we were in.

"Kill them all?" I asked Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai was leaning against the wall with his hands tied behind his back, but he still looked at ease. He nodded, "Please, Qianli."

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Who wouldn't want to be Miss Haruna? To die under the peony flower is to be a ghost

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