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

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I blinked: "Intuition, although the memory has disappeared, but the soul will tremble when the body touches the lover."

"It's like the 'Even though they say it's you, my soul denies it' comic."

"That's the setting of another manga." I was a little surprised, had Ango Sakaguchi read that manga?

He is busier than me and even has time to fish and read comics.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses: "Because of a mission, the link to the link was hidden in the manga, and I was forced to read the whole book."

Good guy, effective Amway.

Hiding the clues in the comics or something, it is estimated that the entire intelligence department knows about this comic, is the contact person a relative of the author?

"I know that!" Osamu Dazai interrupted suddenly, and he recalled excitedly: "Is it the manga that made the intelligence department work overtime for a week? Back then, I helped Miss Hongye in the torture department, and the head of the intelligence department suppressed people , asking for a hands-on interrogation to assuage the overtime wrath of the Intelligence Department."

"What is that manga about?" Oda Sakunosuke was a little curious: "Is it good?"

He was thinking that if it looked good, he could take it back and show it to his adopted children.

"It's about a pair of close friends from watching the scenery side by side to parting ways. One alone is holding on to a crumbling dangerous building, and one is walking towards an endless dead end." I rubbed my chin. The cartoon was given to me by the secretary. I can't understand the knife.

In order to repay Miss Secretary's great kindness, I happily let her work overtime for two nights.

"Yes, it's still the plot of killing a close friend." Osamu Dazai complained: "Obviously the two are the strongest, and working together to destroy the world is enough. It has to be like this, if I definitely wouldn't do that."

"It doesn't sound suitable for children," Oda Sakunosuke said, and raised his glass.

"cheers."

"Why cheers?" Osamu Dazai blinked, resting his chin in one hand and raising his glass in the other.

"Cheers so we don't destroy the world?" I popped out.

Osamu Dazai thought seriously: "Actually, I thought about destroying the world, but it was too troublesome, so I gave up. I thought it would be easier to die alone than to destroy the world."

I almost choked, so that said, Fyodor invited me, and once I agreed, I could also join in the great cause of destroying the world.

Ango Sakaguchi adjusted his glasses: "We are not close friends."

"Why?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide.

"Because a best friend is a friendship between two people." Oda Sakunosuke answered him: "The four of us can only be called friends."

"Okay, okay, let's drink to my friends." Osamu Dazai poked me with his elbow, so that I wouldn't try to escape the drink.

"Cheers to friends."

The clock on the bar counter jingled.

It's twelve o'clock.

The bartender went to the counter and brought out a crab-shaped cake.

This is a custom model that I specifically want.

Touch the switch, most of the ribbons are flying, and the banners are opened.

"Dazai, happy birthday."

I lead the applause and pull out a necklace made of "Death's Tears" from my pocket.

"Happy birthday."

Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango also took out another gift.

In fact, when I found them, Ango Sakaguchi complained about why Osamu Dazai became a cadre the day before his birthday.

Is it for two gifts?

Oda Sakunosuke said it should be for the name of the 16-year-old cadre.

I have to say that Oda Sakunosuke guessed right.

"Dazai is finally 17 years old." I sighed.

"Will Qianli sign a support agreement with me?" Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, he took the "Tears of Death" inlaid on the silver mermaid base, and put it on his neck.

"You are not yet an adult." I was speechless, but my eyes were attracted.

People say that the Japanese have a neck love affair, and the Japanese can't really be blamed for this.

When the boy lowered his head, his curly black hair was pushed away, revealing a fair and beautiful back of his neck, which was really pretty.

A ten-carat sapphire dangled from the white shirt, sparkling.

"It's such a big sapphire." Ango Sakaguchi was a little surprised: "This quality must be in the tens of millions."

No, I actually picked it up with 200 million yuan.

If Osamu Dazai doesn't go to the auction, I can pretend that I spent all my money to buy beautiful women for a smile.

Unfortunately, Osamu Dazai knew how much it was bought for.

"So lucky?" Ango Sakaguchi was dumbfounded after knowing the truth: "If I also pick it up at any auction, the transaction volume of this quarter and the transaction volume of the next quarter can be completed."

"Even if you finish your work ahead of time, you can't take a vacation." I told Sakaguchi Ango coldly to stop struggling: "The leader will find you a job."

"I'm so busy, I just got back from a business trip and got a new job." Ango Sakaguchi covered his head and lay down on the bar: "I managed to find the time to come today."

"Ango is indeed a lot bald." Oda Sakunosuke made up the knife silently.

Osamu Dazai smiled like an idiot.

When it came time to eat the cake, Osamu Dazai expressed dissatisfaction with the lack of crab meat in the crab-shaped cake.

The corner of my mouth twitched.

Even if I have a strong taste, I can't imagine the wonderful taste of cream and crab meat mixed together.

Osamu Dazai dared to think.

"But the crab crepe tastes great." Osamu Dazai objected.

It seems to be eh.

"Crab crepes? Can this be eaten?" Ango Sakaguchi let out a look of horror.

"Sounds good." Oda Sakunosuke thought seriously about the sweet and salty transition.

"It's super delicious." Dazai Osamu told Oda Sakunosuke that as long as he took the canned crab meat to the crepe stand, he could unlock the hidden egg.

We stayed in Lupine until after two o'clock in the morning before we said goodbye.

I feel like I've had too much to drink.

Ozaki Momiji and Nakahara Nakaya drank champagne at the banquet, and drank another glass of sweet wine at the bar. The combination of these made me feel a little smug.

"Let's go back." I politely declined Osamu Dazai's move to drive, and dragged him along the street.

"It's my birthday, can thousands of miles not satisfy my wish." Osamu Dazai stared at the car pitifully, he hadn't driven a car for a long time.

"Please do something about Chuya's car, Dazai." I put my hands together and made a petition: "This is the only car I have."

Sorry, Chuya, you have too many cars.

Thinking of the other party's car in a garage, I suppressed my aching conscience.

"What can I get in exchange for thousands of miles?" Osamu Dazai smiled maliciously.

I glanced at him, drunk and cowardly, held him down, and gave him a drunken kiss.

Osamu Dazai was pushed against the wall by me, he was eager to try, unwilling to let me take the initiative, and finally took the initiative.

"Thousands of miles are still not good enough." Dazai Osamu looked at me who was holding on to the wall to wipe my tears, and said this.

I glared at him, no one can.

The wind blew by at night, and under the dim street lights, I refused to admit defeat and followed Dazai.

In the end, he was still teased out of breath.

"Idiot Qianli, you still don't know how to breathe while kissing." Osamu Dazai shook his head in amazement.

"...You sleep on the sofa today, Osamu Dazai." I became angry from embarrassment.

"Are you willing to go for a thousand miles?" Osamu Dazai pretended to be wronged.

"...I sleep on the couch."

In the end, the two of us huddled together on the sofa, and found that the sofa couldn't sleep the two of us. Then we went back to the house in a state of embarrassment, and slept until dawn.

I was still asleep in a daze, and I saw Osamu Dazai by the window, as if he was on the phone with someone.

I woke up with a start and looked at my watch. Sure enough, I was late for work again.

It was a mistake to drink, and he had clearly sworn never to drink with Osamu Dazai again, but yesterday he forgot about it in the name of his birthday.

Osamu Dazai shook his phone: "I'm asking for leave."

I keenly saw that there was a note from my secretary. I guess she couldn't find me at work and called me.

Damn, my opinion.

Forget it, it's long gone.

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Guess who I'm connoting!

My family, I really think colleges need a psychiatrist to give good counseling to those little crazy people who are underage