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"Interesting thing?" Sakura tilted her head in confusion.

"Interesting thing - of course it is to study the method of suicide without pain~" Osamu Dazai took out a book with a red cover from his body with a happy face.

"Hey, Miss, come and study with me."

Sakura slowly read the words on the cover: "Completely fucked?"

"Yes, it is said that it records the most complete method of suicide in the world. It took me a lot of time to find this book."

Osamu Dazai's sleeves fluttered like seaweed, and two blushes appeared on his delicate and fair face.

"If it's the little lady, she will definitely help me find the way to die without pain—this is my intuition~"

The blue cat eyes in Yingli moved slightly, then turned to stare at him.

She thought of that "today" that would never come again, when the black-haired boy was about to be swallowed up by the terrifying black mud, the silence and calmness in the kite-colored eyes of the black-haired boy.

Sakura exhaled lightly.

She grabbed Osamu Dazai's soft and fluffy black hair that hung on both sides of his cheeks, and then pulled hard.

"Hiss—Miss?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide in astonishment, his slightly innocent face looked a little innocent.

"There is no way to commit suicide without pain." Sakura's delicate face showed indifference at this moment, "Mr. Dazai will have to live if he wants to find such a method."

"Hey, miss, what you said is too cruel." Osamu Dazai's eyes were empty, and his voice was still dragging like a spoiled child.

"It's fair, Mr. Dazai." A smear of vivid ink blue flashed across Sakura's light blue eyes.

"For you, living is very painful, so in order to escape this pain, you naturally have to endure other pains."

"There is no way to escape."

Dazai Osamu murmured: "Doesn't it exist..."

The river water was blown by the wind, shimmering and sparkling golden.

A petal was blown so that it touched the little girl Xueyin's hair.

It was silent silence, but neither of the two people present had any discomfort.

The black-haired boy moved his lips, "Miss, tell me, is it really worth living in this world?"

Sakura looked at him from the side, Dazai Osamu was also watching her, his face was expressionless, and there was thick despair in the iris-colored pupils that showed a faint golden color under the sun.

He is asking this question very seriously.

He was also asking her for help.

But Mr. Dazai, you can't find anything from her.

Even if she was herself, she couldn't find it...

"Sorry, Mr. Dazai." The little girl stared at him and stretched out her hand.

Osamu Dazai didn't dodge, just watched the little girl's slender fingers brush his cheek gently, bringing a slight coolness.

The little girl covered his eyes.

"You don't think life is worth living, but you keep struggling to find that which is worth living."

"That thing may be the light that illuminates the darkness, or it may be the spider silk hanging from the abyss, whatever it is."

"As long as it shows up."

"But, I'm sorry," she said, "Mr. Dazai, I can't save you."

Osamu Dazai closed the iris-colored pupils that were barren inside.

"I see, Miss." He said in a cold tone, twirling the petals from her hair.

For a while later, Sakura never met Osamu Dazai again.

"What's the matter with that guy?" Zhong Yuan frowned when he took the little girl out for dinner.

Sakura was eating, when she heard this she raised her head, the corner of her mouth was still stained with sauce.

"Chuya, what's wrong with Mr. Dazai?" She asked softly.

As soon as the suicidal bastard was mentioned, Zhong Yuanzhong was impatient and irritable: "That guy hasn't been seen all day recently, either skipping work to commit suicide or skipping work to commit suicide!"

Speaking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong also patted the table, and became even more angry: "As a result, all the tasks and reports were thrown on me!"

Ever since Zhong Yuan Zhong also joined Hong Kong Black, he was asked by Chief Mori to form a partner with Dazai Osamu on the grounds that "diamonds need diamond polishing", and even the tasks basically have to be completed together.

But now, the workload has doubled, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who is staying up late and working overtime, is almost worrying about his hairline.

Sakura blinked, looking at the faint red light around him: "Chuya, calm down."

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up the cup and took a sip of water, his brows relaxed slightly.

"Also, what the hell is Dazai doing," the orange-haired youth flashed a hint of hesitation, "Is he hiding from you?"

Sakura thought for a while: "I don't know."

"... Forget it, don't mention Dazai." Nakahara lowered his head and picked up the napkin on the table to wipe the corners of her mouth, "Idiot, be careful when eating."

Sakura obediently responded.

On the way back, it was getting dark, Yingli was carrying a large bag of snacks, which was in stark contrast to her petite figure.

"...Can you carry it?" Zhongyuan Zhong, who also donated his wallet to raise the little girl today, also hesitated.

However, in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, his salary is naturally higher than expected due to his strong ability, and he is even more handy in buying food for little girls.

"It's easy to carry." The little girl swears, the weight of snacks is really trivial, but it's too big to carry.

Nakahara Chuya received another call: "An urgent mission from the leader? Well, I understand. Where is Dazai... What?! No one is there anymore?"

Sakura blinked, and there was a little sympathy in her cat-like round eyes.

Hanging up the phone, Chuya Nakahara bid farewell to Sakura, and angrily rushed back to the Hong Kong Hei Building to beat up Osamu Dazai who skipped work every day.

"If you see that guy, don't let him go!"

Sakura looked at Nakahara Chuya's back, and tilted her head in doubt.

Don't let it go?How can she not let go?

But Mr. Dazai seems to have made a choice, and he probably won't meet again in the future.

Carrying a big bag of snacks to go to Oda's house, the sky is getting darker and darker, when walking through a remote demolition site in order to take a shortcut, Sakura can't see the road under her feet clearly.

"Ah." Suddenly, she seemed to have stepped on something.

Sakura bowed her head, bent slightly, and picked up the object on the ground that seemed to be deliberately placed in the middle of the road to attract people's attention.

"This is... what?" Sakura looked at this very familiar book with a red cover, and as expected, she saw the big characters "Complete **" on it.

If it appears here...

Sakura raised her head suddenly: "Mr. Dazai?"

A young man with fluffy black hair sat on the dilapidated demolition building, and greeted with a leisurely smile: "Hey, Miss, good evening."

The large black windbreaker he was wearing fluttered in the wind, and a bandage on his wrist was loose, and it flew with the wind.

The setting sun that remains behind adds a final touch of bright color to this picture-like scene.

Sakura's expression was calm, and the black-haired boy was reflected in her clear blue eyes: "What is Mr. Dazai doing up there?"

"I'm preparing to try a new method of suicide." Osamu Dazai said in a relaxed tone with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Sakura pursed her lips, remained silent for a while, and said seriously: "But jumping off a building is a very painful way to die. I think Mr. Dazai must be very afraid of pain."

"Eh—can Miss even guess this?" Osamu Dazai seemed very happy, and laughed out loud, but his iris-colored pupils were stained with a thick dark color.

"Then, Miss, let me see more, more."

The black-haired young man smiled and took a step forward, as if he wasn't worried that he would step into the air.

The little girl's pupils shrank slightly.

A gust of wind blew, and the soft and curly hair on the forehead pierced his eyes, but Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

His hands were firmly grasped.

At some point, the little girl who was still downstairs just now appeared on the top of the building, holding him tightly with one hand.

"Mr. Dazai." Sakura said softly, "You are such a coward."

Obviously very greedy at this time, but still tricked her into saving him by committing suicide.

"I didn't lie to Miss." Osamu Dazai seemed to understand her words.

His voice trembled slightly, and his face was expressionless, but it made people feel like he was about to cry.

"Miss," he said, "you chose to save me, but you said you couldn't save me."

Sakura watched him silently.

"Then," Osamu Dazai put her hand on his chest, "Please, Miss, use your help—"

"—kill me."

"..."

Sakura doesn't understand why there are people in the world who are more difficult than Bai Lan.

For this kind of person, Yingli has always preferred to avoid it, but the options before her at this moment do not allow her to refuse.

The black-haired boy was staring at her, the only exposed iris eyes seemed to have nothing in them, and it seemed that there was a little bright light falling in the only remaining skylight.

Sakura let go of his hand slowly.

Osamu Dazai seemed to have expected it long ago, closed his eyes, and waited for what was about to happen next.

But he didn't feel the fall.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the little girl's other hand grabbing the loose bandage on his wrist, and then began to take it off round and round.

"Eh——heh!" Osamu Dazai widened his eyes and began to panic, "Wait, wait, miss, the bandages must never be taken off!"

"Removing the bandage is like taking off my clothes for me—"

Sakura was startled, before she could think carefully, she heard Osamu Dazai say shyly again: "However, if Miss wants to take it off, it's not impossible..."

Sakura suddenly recalled the feeling of indigestion.

A little bit, feel like vomiting.

Fortunately, there is no evil in this world for her to vomit now, and Saiki Kusuo's decision to hold her and spit the black mud back to the Holy Grail is really correct!

Sakura stared straight at Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai looked back innocently, like a white lotus being molested.

Sakura took out her phone without hesitation and dialed it.

"Hey, Chuya," the little girl didn't look at Osamu Dazai, "I know where Mr. Dazai is."

"Huh? Where is that guy?" Nakahara Chuya seemed to be able to get out of the phone in the next second and beat Dazai Osamu.

After telling the address, Sakurai hung up the phone, and pulled Osamu Dazai up from the suspended state with all his strength.

"Miss is too cruel, she actually wanted to call the little man to disturb us." Osamu Dazai puffed his cheeks with dissatisfaction.

Now his whole body is almost submerged by the bandages that the little girl took off.

Sakura didn't understand how he managed to wrap so many bandages around his body.

"Mr. Dazai didn't go to work first." The little girl replied calmly.

Dazai Zhizhi was blunt: "Isn't such a boring thing like going to work just for fun!"

Sakura: "..." Continue to sympathize for a second.

"Hello." Osamu Dazai's phone rang.After seeing the contact person above, his tone quickly became cold and lazy, "Mr. Sen."

The other side didn't know what to say, Dazai Osamu's face darkened slightly, he looked at Sakura, and then looked back.

Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Sen, I would like to ask the necessity of this matter."

"……okay, I get it."

After hanging up the phone, Osamu Dazai seemed to be in a bad mood.

"What's wrong?" Sakura asked slowly.

"Mr. Mori wants to see you." Osamu Dazai replied briefly, "As a person who has been in contact with me and the little man at the same time, he thinks it is necessary to see you because of what happened recently."

Sakura knows that Mr. Mori is the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, but recently?She didn't think of a reason.

"It'll be fine." Osamu Dazai seemed to know what was the reason, and said to Sakura, like a guarantee.

Sakura nodded, with a small face paralyzed, showing no sign of nervousness.

Osamu Dazai's furrowed brows also relaxed a little.

In the Hong Kong Building, Sakura followed Osamu Dazai all the way, and received countless poking eyes.

There is no other, because the little girl is so beautiful and cute, like a porcelain doll, so harmless and clean that she doesn't fit in with the mafia.

Naturally, he was even more incompatible with Osamu Dazai.

"What are you looking at? It seems that everyone's work is done easily?" Osamu Dazai stroked his chin, and smiled at everyone, with a gentle and talkative look.

Everyone quickly pretended that nothing happened, and went about their business with trepidation.

Even if Osamu Dazai is only a 15-year-old boy, with his style and methods, the prestige he has established in the port mafia is extraordinary.

Walking into the elevator, Sakura looked down at other buildings in Yokohama that were getting farther and farther away from them outside the glass.

"Yokohama is beautiful." Sakura was watching the city from the elevator.

"Miss, have you never been to Yokohama before?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows.

Sakura shook her head: "No."

"Then Miss, how did you come to Yokohama?" Osamu Dazai asked unhurriedly as the quiet elevator ascended at a constant speed.

Sakura's small face was slightly tangled: "Well...not what I thought."

"Oh?"

The elevator door opened.

Sakura stepped out of the elevator and turned to look at him: "Mr. Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai paused and got out of the elevator.

Walking through the long and dark corridor, even the sound of footsteps is absorbed by the carpet, giving people a quiet and almost suffocating pressure.

Until he came to an office door, Osamu Dazai pushed open the door and walked in first.

"Mr. Mori." He said in a calm and indifferent voice, "Miss Sakura Sakura is here."

Yingli walked in from the door, and before she could see the person sitting on the other side of the mahogany desk, she was hugged by a person.

"Sakura, you are finally here! Did you come to play with me?"

Sakura lowered her head and saw the little blond girl in her arms wearing a small red dress.

"Alice?" She tilted her head bluntly and asked suspiciously.

"It's me." Alice was full of joy, and took her hand and ran to the next room, "I was painting just now, and you came here unexpectedly!"

Brushes were scattered on the red carpet, Sakura picked up the painting on the ground, it was a white cat with soft and fluffy hair, and a pair of beautiful round eyes in blue.

"This is... me?" Sakura hesitated for a moment, these two characteristics are very directional, but it would be too strange to draw her as a cat...

Why a cat?

"How about it, isn't it cute?" Alice smiled brightly, hugging Sakura's arm sweetly, "It's as cute as Sakura."

Sakura struggled a few times, but couldn't get rid of Alice who was entangled with her.

While Sakura was communicating with Alice, Osamu Dazai was also talking with Mori Ogai.

"Mr. Mori knows Miss Miss?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mori Ogai crossed his hands, resting on his chin, with a calm expression, no one could see anything from his dark purple eyes.

"Dazai-kun is worried?"

Osamu Dazai looked up at him, and there was a subtle confrontation between the two for a moment.

"Mr. Sen, what do you want to do?"

……

When Sakura came out from the next room, Osamu Dazai was no longer in the chief's office.

"Miss Sakura, we meet again." Mori Ogai sat at his desk and said with a smile.

This time he didn't wear the white coat he had seen the previous few times, but changed into a black coat with a stand-up collar and a red scarf around his neck.

In short, it seems that he is completely different from the decadent uncle he used to be.

But Sakura wasn't surprised.

In other words, the little girl who can see through the greed and fear in everyone's heart has long known what the essence of the person in front of her should be like.

"Miss Sakura is not surprised at all." Mori Ogai said with a full view of every reaction of the little girl.

Sakura blinked her eyes: "Because it was supposed to be like this."

"Originally?" Mori Ogai was very interested, "Can you tell me, Ms. Sakura?"

His attitude is very gentle, but it does not mean that the leader of the port mafia is really a gentle person.

Sakura shook her head, not because she didn't want to say it, but because she didn't know what to say.

It was like this, what can I say?

Mori Ogai sighed regretfully: "It seems that I haven't gained the trust of Ms. Sakura."

"Rintaro, you idiot! Don't embarrass Sakurari." The little girl with blond hair and red skirt ran over bouncingly, and Okimori Ogai rolled his eyes unceremoniously.

"Hey, well, Alice said so—"

Seeing Alice, Mori Ogai seemed to have lost his mind, completely losing his majesty and aura as the leader of Hong Kong gangsters.

But at this moment, it's like a lolicon who has completely lost his head, only loli is left with his eyes full.

Sakura silently watched this man's performance, always felt a little inexplicable and couldn't bear to look directly at him.

But if you say it directly, something bad will happen to your intuition...

"Speaking of which, how old is Miss Sakura?" Mori Ogai, who was coaxing Alice, suddenly turned his head and asked with bright eyes, "It must be between twelve and fourteen years old?"

Sakura: "...Ah." This is really hard to say.

As a non-human being, there is no need to care about things like age, because if she counts seriously, she can instantly kill everyone.

But no one would believe it.

But judging from the appearance and the time spent living as a human...

Sakura paused, and thought for a while in her mind: "14 years old."

"14 years old?"

As if hearing some surprise news, at this moment, Mori Ogai's eyes lit up even more frighteningly.