#Writing as disgust, reading as redemption
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One day, Dazai Osamu tried to enter the river below the Armed Detective Agency as usual.
The surroundings were as quiet as usual, with no human sounds and no shouts from Kunikida.
However, just a few seconds after he got down, he was picked up.
It's not "carry" in the normal sense, but——
A huge black scythe hooked the collar of his windbreaker, causing him to hang in the air.
The man even shook his head from side to side, as if to confirm whether he was dead.
Dazai: Thank you for the invitation. I feel much better now, but I just don't know if this beautiful woman who saved me is willing to die for me.
It's best to kidnap the person back to the detective agency and let Ranpo take a look.
Hayakawa Ri:? ? Is this person sick?
Say hello to a god of death? ?
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Later, Hayakawa Ri fell off his horse.
Dazai: Miss Death can easily let me die, so why don't you realize my dream~
No, give me no more hope.
Hayakawa Ri: This is the only thing I can't agree to, so you should give up as soon as possible.
Don't think about leaving me in any way.
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*Cut the blessed land, chop the blessed land, chop the blessed land, Miss Death came to Yokohama just to chop the blessed land.
*Mutual redemption, soul body Odasaku joins the battle.
*Short story
Concept: Death is not the end, but the direction of light