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

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Osamu Dazai glanced lazily: "There are nine more."

He nestled in the passenger seat, like a lazy black cat: "I'm hungry, Qianli."

Excited about racing, I understood Dazai Osamu's meaning in seconds, and I couldn't help a smile from the corner of my mouth, but it was only slightly bent.

"learn."

Although there were still a lot of stalkers, Osamu Dazai was hungry, so I decided to hurry up and go back to the hotel for dinner.

Seeing that the speed on the dashboard could no longer increase, I retracted my eyes regretfully, and the car drove towards a remote place.

A supernatural body with a white cloak appeared in the back seat. I opened the window and looked in the rearview mirror. A bright yellow electric current was emitted from the palm of the supernatural body sticking out of the car window. The nearest car that followed me was overturned by the current. Behind him The car ran into him, and it was a series of collisions.

"There are six more." Dazai Osamu was ruthlessly working on the counting machine.

"Six? It's Dazai's birthday." I grasped at the strange point.

"Is this a birthday surprise?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"It hasn't arrived yet, wait for the surprise on your birthday to count as a birthday surprise." The supernatural body opened the window, and the howling wind drowned out our voices, so we had to shout loudly.

I licked my sharp canine teeth and looked in the rearview mirror.

The six surviving cars learned their lesson, not daring to get too close, falling far beyond the attack range of the electricity.

"These people, let me kill them." The scenery around the road has turned into soft wheat fields, I made a turn and rushed over the guardrail: "Hold on tight, Dazai."

The car fell off the road and ran over the green wheat seedlings planted in front of it in the woods. After speeding for tens of meters in the night, it crashed into the hut where the farmers used to rest. There was a violent explosion and smoke came out.

The light of the fire illuminated the night, illuminating the green soft wheat that hadn't grown into a mature golden color.

The stalker was confused by my sudden lane change, and only reacted to turn after tens of meters beyond the road, and pressed against the wheat field together.

People from different forces quickly surrounded the burning car and found that there was no one inside.

What about people?

Before they had time to think about it.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared from behind them.

Regardless of the fact that the dirt would stain our expensive clothes, Osamu Dazai and I lay side by side in the soft wheat field.

Feeling that there were a few more foreign puppets in [Qiansi Opera], I turned over happily, rested my arms on my pillow, and looked at the sky.

"Dazai, how many stars did you see?" I asked Dazai who was lying beside me.

The question of the stars.

If you looked at the sky at night, how many stars would you like to see?

I once asked Dazai Osamu, and his answer was, not a single one.

The answer in my heart is that the sky is full of stars.

Osamu Dazai chuckled, ignoring my little calculation: "The whole sky is full of stars."

He grabbed my hand: "There is one that is the brightest."

I got my wish, sniffing the bitter taste of wheat lingering on the tip of my nose, feeling the temperature of Osamu Dazai around me, watching the stars shining like diamonds in the dark night.

The mood is extremely relaxed.

Neither of us spoke.

Until a grasshopper jumped on my face.

I drove away the annoying bugs with a blank expression, pulled Dazai Osamu to get up from the ground, first shook the wheat ears on my hair, and then released the supernatural power.

Taking advantage of Osamu Dazai's presence, I am going to get rid of the newly killed puppet, hehe.

More than [-] strong foreign men appeared in front of my eyes. The one standing in front of the black translucent people, the one who squeezed out the rest of the puppets when he appeared, was a solid-looking man with an inch head.

1.9 meters tall, with a scar on his face, triangular eyes, thick lips, and a fierce look.

When my legs were weak and my consciousness was blurred, Osamu Dazai grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms when I was exhausted.

"Out of control again?" Osamu Dazai frowned, "Why?"

I paused for more than ten seconds in a daze, sorted out the information in my mind, and then replied: "No, it's because there is someone with supernatural powers."

That cropped man was a supernatural being and died very hastily.

It's my third supernatural body!

I don't care what the short-haired man is called, he is not good-looking anyway, but his abilities are great.

Bai Xingzhi and Dian are both fighters, and I am not short of desperate puppets. I am excited because this strong man who looks like a wanted criminal is actually a support!

What is the name of the ability of the supernatural being?

I have already figured out that when I went to the street, the sniper bullets hit me, but I was stopped by a translucent shield shining with silver light. A 1.9-meter strong man was behind me. I looked indifferently in the direction of the sniper, white The supernatural body of the cloak rushed up, and the scene of the sniper was eliminated with electric discharge.

Then I tried to unleash the white cloak to complete my grandeur.

Gan, can't let it go.

Like the white cloak, it is also a domineering supernatural body that can only concentrate on controlling this one.

Osamu Dazai leaned over curiously, and touched the silver pattern with lightning speed, shining everywhere with the shield of gorgeous western aesthetics.

The shield and the supernatural body disappeared into dots of white light at the same time.

! ! ! ?

Osamu Dazai retracted his hand innocently and blinked.

I hesitated to speak.

Osamu Dazai looked like a cat ready to move, frantically probing in front of the cup that the owner liked, knowing that it was impossible, but he couldn't control his paws, and smashed the cup to pieces.

What can I do, of course, is to choose to forgive him.

I have a dark face, this bad boy.

Fortunately, the supernatural body is different from ordinary puppets. Ordinary puppets will disappear immediately when touched by Osamu Dazai. The supernatural body just returns to my body.

Osamu Dazai smiled harmlessly.

It is probably inferred from my reaction that the supernatural body is different from ordinary puppets.

No loss except that I was frightened.

Knowing this made Osamu Dazai feel confident.

"You're out of crab porridge, Dazai." Give me white rice porridge.

Osamu Dazai was stupefied by these words, he looked at me resentfully, and suddenly said: "But Qianli cheated on me, dated a beautiful lady behind my back, I'm not angry at all."

"Miss Caroline and I are just a cooperative relationship." I rejected Osamu Dazai's unwarranted smearing.

I checked the time, it was already late, I picked a car at random, took Osamu Dazai back to the road, and ran to the hotel.

Thanks for the great navigation.

Thanks to the hotel front desk lady for her strong psychological quality.

Seeing me and Osamu Dazai covered in dirt and messy hair, he calmly let us in.

Back in the room, what was more embarrassing was that there was only one shower room, two dirty people having fun.

I preempted the priority with the reason that I was going to cook.

Dazai did not stop.

When I happily took a shower and came out with steam on my head, I saw Osamu Dazai rolling on my bed.

On my snow-white sheets lies the man rolling from the fields!

I can't accept the dry soil and wheat ears even if I pat it clean.

He is still reading the planning book I wrote!

I...what can I do, of course, take the dirty cat up to take a bath with a black face, and ask the hotel staff to change a set of sheets and bedding by the way.

By the way, I added money to ask the staff to wash the two windbreakers, one black and one white, and the shirts that had been in close contact with the earth.

It is really troublesome to tip everything in western countries.

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The author has something to say:

Kagaku celebrates that Osamu Dazai finally successfully defected in my manuscript, and abused his family members. I paved the way for 52 chapters, and finally abused him! !

Show me the candies, knives, etc. I secretly eat them myself.

The foreshadowing of the abuse point starts from this chapter, and some people can guess that I will add updates (although it has been updated five times a day).

[I don’t care about calculations, I don’t care that Osamu Dazai made me almost die in the despair of knowing nothing and being powerless, and I don’t care that Osamu Dazai imposes on me a heavy responsibility that can crush most people in the world, which does not belong to me.

What I care about is, why don't you tell me, why don't you believe that Chiba Chisato is the person who unconditionally indulged Dazai, and he is someone who Dazai can trust unscrupulously, why hide it, why disappear, even if you jump out now Jiao, I forgive you]

There are some authors who abuse and abuse, and when they think that the readers may feel frustrated because of this, they quack (I didn’t name Yu Hua, of course it’s not me. When I wrote about abuse, I was always sad [swear])

By the way, I'm asking for your opinions. When I collapsed thousands of miles away and squatted on the side of the street with my legs hugged, who came in and took away the abandoned cat?

A. Nakahara Chuya, who noticed something was wrong at the meeting when he announced his defection, Nagisa's young man appeared on the stage like the sun: "Cheer up, don't die or live for a bastard who is full of lies."

B. knew everything a long time ago, because Osamu Dazai's bribery concealed the truth, a little bit guilty, and scolded these two idiots Edogawa Ranpo in his heart: "You are allowed to eat Ranpo-sama's crude snacks, don't I'm squatting here, Master Ranpo has a cold, but I can't afford the Special Agents Division and the Port Mafia to pay for their treasures."

C. I happened to pass by while doing a mission, and saw the usually arrogant little black cat huddling himself into a mess. It was a sad and desperate Tiaoye Caiju. The white-haired military police listened to his heartbeat and sighed helplessly. : "It's obstructing the police again, Mr. Bo Ye, really...I'm going to arrest you sooner or later."

D. Long dark blue hair, Yunju Jinshan, a direct subordinate of Qianli Boye, a hard-working social animal youth saw his powerful and omnipotent boss in such a mess, and went up dutifully: "Mr. Boye, you need to rest .”