But what did Dazai do wrong?

A line of sight, a malicious line of sight pierced straight from behind.

Gin lowered the brim of his hat, looking back fiercely with wolf-like eyes.

Osamu Dazai, holding his mobile phone, waved to him frankly and happily: Hi~

Hello wow, the famous TopKiller.

Gin's expression changed suddenly.

It wasn't Osamu Dazai who made him feel like he was facing a big enemy and wanted to draw his gun on the spot, but the black-haired girl standing beside him staring intently at the ice cream truck with a sideways face.

Her eyes reluctantly lingered on the vanilla ice cream topped with strawberry jam for a while, before she inadvertently glanced back at Gin.

The iconic dark gold pupils pull Gin into nightmare memories.

For so many years, Gin and Wine have been organized in black, and there are countless souls who have died under the gun. There are not many people who can give him a hellish nightmare level experience, only two.

Unfortunately, both of them were in front of his eyes.

Double the nightmare and double the despair, today is really a good day.

How dare you go out without looking at the almanac!He has been punished!

The appearance of Dazai Osamu was within Gin's expectation. After all, the Black Organization was negotiating business with the port Mafia, and there was no escape.

What happened to Yamabuki Riri?Why is she here?

When Qin Jiu received the mission, no one informed her that she was coming!

Gin will never forget that day, the day he received information to deal with a traitor.

For so many years, Qin Jiu killed the undercover agents. He didn't know why there were so many undercover agents in his organization, so many that the ratio of enemies killed by him to "his own people" was one to ten.

What is the concept of one to ten?

Only by smashing ten bottles of fake wine can one get a real bottle of wine. Gin has never played a card game with such a low drop rate, and the player experience is extremely poor.

The concentration of the fake wine is too high, so high that the distillery directly changed its name to the water factory without breaking the law, and Gin felt bitter.

"Brother." Vodka drove Gin's beloved Porsche, and the wild grass and deserted roads in the front mirror showed the remoteness of the location.

"The front is an abandoned factory. Will there be a conspiracy for the traitor to abandon the car there?"

"He can't escape." Gin Jiu, who was still a peerless cool guy at that time, said indifferently, "Trading his soul with the devil can't save him."

He didn't know that the current devils don't accept souls at all, and money is the hard currency between hell and the world.

"I've already paid the deposit! Please! As long as I can survive today, I will pay you twice the balance! Please help me!"

In the factory, a man kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands covered his temples nervously, his eyeballs were bloodshot.

A pair of well-proportioned and slender legs in leather boots hung in front of the man's eyes. While talking to himself in fear, he secretly glanced up full of fear.

The girl sitting on the abandoned wooden box is about 17 years old, with a book of Russian poetry spread out on her knees, she opens and closes her lips, speaking softly in a language that men cannot understand.

After reading a paragraph, she closed the book and jumped out of the wooden box.

"Stay away." The girl's palm shook the slightly wrinkled book cover, "The content of the employment is to take you away from Japan, are you sure?"

"Confirm!" the man blurted out, he paused, and a ridiculous thought rose from his mind, "If I want you to kill Gin—"

"That's another price." Riri Yamabuki tilted his head, "Orihara Rin also told me that you can only afford the cost of smuggling."

"There is no need to double the final payment." She said habitually, "Why do employers always like to make unrealistic promises... If you evade orders and go whoring for nothing, they will kill you."

The man did not doubt the authenticity of her words.

He approached Orihara Rinya when he was desperate.

A well-known intelligence dealer in the other world listened to his request and told him with a smile:

There is only one person who can give you a way out, but her offer is very expensive, and it is not enough to take out all the wealth you have accumulated for the rest of your life.

The black organization covers the sky in this country. Unless the informant who becomes the police is protected layer by layer, or joins an organization such as Port Mafia that can compete with the black organization and is blessed, even fleeing to the ends of the earth is a dead word. .

"Is there really a mercenary who dares to openly oppose the black organization?" The man asked incredulously, "She won't hand me over to Gin?"

"Relax." Orihara also waved his hand, "The law is very reputable, and more importantly..."

The information dealer who plays with people's hearts deftly plays with the black queen chess piece in his hand:

"More importantly, she was never afraid."

There is no reverence for the superiors, and all the rules that are clearly marked or concealed are not eye-catching, and there is a set of core logic to support its behavior.

Such a person, I really wonder why she would change her principles.

"Anyway, it's right to go find her." Orihara Rin also announced his decision with a smile.

Gin's footsteps echoed in the abandoned factory.

He heard the wail of the traitor, who was terrified like a trapped animal. The man was waiting in fear and anxiety, and faintly revealed the longing of hope.

Who gave him unrealistic hopes, so that the arrival of Gin himself did not shatter his dreams?

There was a rusty sound from the rolling shutter door of the warehouse, copper and iron rust scattered all over the place, and the only remaining light source stretched the shadow of the gin for a long time.

The black muzzle pointed at the only person standing in the clearing.

"Woman?" Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

It's not that he looks down on women, Belmode's glamorous and ruthless style is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Gin with high professionalism will not despise any enemy because of gender.

He was just surprised.

A woman without any weapons, holding only a book.

If it wasn't for the dust on the floor here, Qin Jiu would even suspect that he had strayed into the scene of a reading club.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, the dead have no value in searching.

Gin indifferently pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The bullet rushed out of the barrel, and the recoil of the shock did not affect Gin's movements at all. He kept his arms straight, and moved the muzzle towards the traitor who was kneeling on the ground.

Riri Yamabuki was already a dead person in his eyes.

The gap between the muzzle movement was less than 0.1 second, and a shadow like a black swallow suddenly flashed in front of Qin Jiu's eyes.

The collection of poems that was held high was printed with strange words in swashes, and the last impression of Gin Wine before it fell into darkness was a pair of indifferent and wild dark golden eyes.

Her gaze swept over all the deadly points on Qin Jiu's body, wherever her light and light gaze landed, there was an involuntary shudder anywhere in her body.

She didn't lift up the book in her hand until the trembling feeling stayed at a non-lethal acupuncture point, and swung the corner of the book flat.

The whole process was completed in an instant, but it was shown frame by frame in Gin Jiu's pupils like slow motion.

Like a spectator off the screen, he can only watch the development of the established plot, his hands trying to stop it are firmly tied by time.

The sharp whistling sound was like the ghost queen in white screaming in the ear, and the scythe of the god of death wiped the scalp and slashed down with lightning, slashing heavily into the ground.

Gin's forehead was in severe pain, and his body fell back heavily on the ground, with a muffled sound that stirred up dust all over the place.

When I woke up again, it was already the evening of the third day.

Vodka followed the doctor into the ward, and at the end stood rum, which he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Brother, you're awake!" Vodka said pleasantly, "The doctor said that he almost had a massive intracranial hemorrhage, luckily you're fine!"

"It's not luck." Rum said while flipping through a book of Russian poetry that Gin is very familiar with in his hand, "it's the result of her deliberately getting stuck."

"You know that woman?" Gin asked hoarsely.

"It's strange not to know."

Rum threw the book in his hand on the quilt of the hospital bed: "She has no enmity with the organization, she just uses money to do things. There is a high probability that you can live because the traitor didn't give enough money."

Rum didn't mean to blame the failure of the gin mission at all, but comforted him with words.

You should know that the punishment for failing a mission within the Black Organization is very serious, and your sentence will not be commuted because of your high rank or loyalty to the organization.

The only exception was that half a year ago, a member sent to Yokohama to perform a mission returned in embarrassment.

Gin planned to shoot a bullet to understand the life of the waste, but Rum said that it would be considered a success if the man came back alive.

"You'll know once you've been to Yokohama," Rum said to Gin. "I have only one piece of advice—stay away from Osamu Dazai."

In just one sentence, it takes a lot of blood and tears to learn.

Ginger is still old and hot, and he will suffer a loss if he doesn't listen to rum.

Gin, who doesn't believe in evil, spent the darkest three days of his life in Yokohama. After leaving Yokohama, he had nightmares for a long time. Now that he is just getting better, he meets Riri Yamabuki, his double nightmare.

How much did he owe the two of them in his previous life!talk!Say it!

The amusement park was full of joy and laughter, and the gin and wine lined up in front of the roller coaster were chilling.

The book of Russian poetry that Rum threw over, which Riri Yamabuki used as a murder weapon, is still on Gin's bedside.

Whenever he was so troubled by the fact that the organization was being undercovered by the police, FBI, and CIA that he couldn't sleep, Gin would read this book and recall the fear of being dominated by non-human beings in the past.

Comparing the two, the undercover agents suddenly became pure and lovely!Look at their weak and pale little faces, how reassuring they are!

Gin was instantly comforted, and slept soundly until dawn.

Why, why is this happening?

Gin couldn't figure it out.

He managed to get rid of the shadow caused by Osamu Dazai, and he was able to invite him to Tokyo for talks with a normal expression. Why did another nightmare follow?

Osamu Dazai: Because the meeting is only incidental, dating is my purpose today!

"Why do I feel that Gin knows you?" Osamu Dazai put down his phone suspiciously, and Mao Mao poked his head, "Ruli-chan~ Is he an acquaintance of yours?"

Riri Yamabuki rummaged through his memory and nodded hesitantly: "It seems that I gave him a book."

—in a way that nearly killed him.

"Hey!" Osamu Dazai yelled in dissatisfaction, "I haven't even received a gift from Riri-chan!"

What's the matter, is your boyfriend so ignorant?

fraud!Say that he is your only sweetheart!