But what did Dazai do wrong?

The rain is getting heavier.

The sky is getting gloomy a little bit, and dim lights are lit up in the gray city shrouded in mist and rain.

Riri Yamabuki sat cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, leaning back on the sofa, and read most of the light blue book of poems in his hand.

With one hand resting on her lap, she turned the pages of the book with the other hand, and the words with unique rhythm seemed to jump out of the paper.

There is a flower full of lies in my heart,

You want me to give you my sincere heart,

and swallowed the bitter fruit,

Worry with me all day long, fight and grind with me.

"Fear me all day long, fight with me." She read it twice, put a pink rose petal as a bookmark, and closed the poetry collection.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Osamu Dazai still hadn't come back.

"He works overtime today?" Riri Yamabuki walked to the French windows overlooking the streets with only sporadic vehicles passing by. The five iconic buildings were the only brightly lit buildings in the gloomy city.

"Or ... did he know that Ogier Brandy was dead?"

No matter how you think about it, the second possibility is more likely.If it was just working overtime, Osamu Dazai would have called her a long time ago and complained frantically while instructing documents, and he would be happy only if she scolded Kazutsu Mori Ogai together with the enemy.

The death of Ogier Brandy, the leaked news, the disappearing Osamu Dazai and his terrible paranoia... Riri Yamabuki roughly went through the psychological activities of Osamu Dazai in his mind.

"I thought he would come to block me with a group of black suits, and escort me to the interrogation room with a righteous face." She stretched her waist, "What a pity."

What a pity, she didn't continue talking.

The rose that was moved from the balcony to the room was full of water, and there were three or two flower buds in a pot of flowers, but there was only a single flower bud left in the pot on the far left, which was destroyed by someone's hands, and her sister was picked off.

Taking a last look at the quartz clock in the living room, Riri Yamabuki went to the entrance and bent over to change his shoes.

The lights in the apartment were turned off, the anti-theft door was opened, the steps on the steps were as light as cat's claws, and the voice-activated lights remained motionless.

In the darkness, the rain outside the window was still falling.

The raindrops hit the ground, splashing a burst of white mist.

The dim streetlights clearly showed traces of rain streaks, and the drenched wild cat gave a long meow and rushed into the dark alley behind the trash can.

The light sign of Lupin Bar was looming in the rain, and Sakunosuke Oda subconsciously raised his head when he heard the sound of going down the stairs.

stranger.

She is a girl with beautiful facial features that are almost sharp, with dark golden pupils like cats, a black tunic skirt outlines a beautiful waistline, and her eyes are calm and peaceful, like a quiet rainy night tonight.

"Good evening. Is Dazai here?" Riri Yamabuki stopped in front of the bar and scratched the fluffy chin of the three-colored cat sitting cross-legged on the chair.

The cat couldn't help shaking its long and slender tail, purring loudly, resting its cheeks in her palm and its beard curled up.

Are you talking to him?Oda Sakunosuke thought for a while, besides the boss, he is the only one here, so he should be talking to him, right?

It is always rare in Yokohama to address Osamu Dazai directly with "Dazai" without adding the suffix "Sir", "Adult" or even "Sir". One can learn about Lupine from Osamu Dazai, and there seems to be a certain relationship between them. a very intimate relationship.

That is, to answer her questions.

"Before." Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of wine and replied, "I just left half an hour ago."

They don’t go to Lupin every day to drink. Ango Sakaguchi is busy and doesn’t come often. Osamu Dazai belongs to the extreme school who comes every day when he is free and can’t step on his shadow when he is busy. Sakunosuke Oda is the most stable. two cups.

Just earlier, when Oda Sakunosuke walked down Lupin's long wooden stairs, he was a little surprised to see Osamu Dazai drinking alone.

He ordered a glass of whiskey with ice pucks and sat next to Osamu Dazai.

"Good evening, Odasaku."

Osamu Dazai raised his wine glass, his black suit was obviously wet, and the water dripping from the corner of his clothes printed an arc-shaped water mark on the floor.

Drops of water fell from Dazai Osamu's forehead hair, like a black cat with wet fur, and the mist in the eyes of the kite was about to drip, and the bandage, which became darker after soaking in water, stuck to his skin, and the moist coldness spread on his skin Chung.

One seat away from Dazai Osamu, Oda Sakunosuke could also feel the biting coolness.

"Good evening." Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of his wine, "Dazai, don't you have an umbrella?"

The rain didn't stop all day, and Osamu Dazai walked from the Mafia headquarters at the port to Lupin in the rain, wringing his sleeves slowly at the door before entering.

When Oda Sakunosuke arrived, part of the water on his body was slowly evaporated by human body temperature, leaving behind a cloudy and damp cold.

"There are no extra umbrellas at the headquarters." Osamu Dazai leaned on the bar counter and poked a hockey puck in the wine glass. "Maybe you can get a paid vacation if you catch a cold. Isn't it a good deal? It will prevent Mr. Mori from squeezing the labor force again."

Although he was talking with a smile, he was in a bad mood visible to the naked eye. The sense of world-weary desolation on his body could hardly be suppressed, and the smell of blood belonging to Mafia wafted up, making it almost suffocating.

Even if he deliberately imitated the cheerful and lovely tone of a female high school student, it still couldn't relax the person he was chatting with.

"What happened?" Oda Sakunosuke asked calmly, he was one of the few people who was not afraid of Osamu Dazai, and he was one of the few friends that Osamu Dazai recognized.

"No."

Osamu Dazai shook his wine glass, and the ice ball in the glass reflected the clear light under the lamp, passing his eyes that couldn't see clearly: "There is nothing."

"Oh, that's right." Oda Sakunosuke didn't ask further, believing the answer, he took a sip of his wine, "Remember to bring an umbrella next time."

"There will be no next time." Dazai Osamu raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, and said with a smile, "The Tsurumi River on a rainy day, the swiftly swirling river water, once people get in the water and blink Missing—you said, how soon can I find my body at the latest?"

Without waiting for Oda Sakunosuke to answer, Osamu Dazai gently put the wine glass back on the bar, and the bottom of the glass collided with the wooden bar to make a crisp sound.

"Just kidding." He stood up with one hand in his pocket, waved his hand back, "I'm home, drink slowly."

Dazai Osamu's back disappeared into the shadows, the door was closed, and the sound of the rustling rain and footsteps outside the house were completely isolated.

"He said he went home." Oda Sakunosuke answered Yamabuki Riri's question, "Could I happen to miss you?"

He guessed that the black-haired girl in front of him was the scary girlfriend that Osamu Dazai said "please associate with me on the premise of death" as soon as they met.

"Did Dazai bring an umbrella when he left?"

Riri Yamabuki twisted the wet skirt, the rain dripped down between her fingers, the black fabric was tightly attached to the skin, and the flowing skirt was wrinkled and stuck to her legs due to the water.

She also walked all the way in the rain.

"No." Oda Sakuyuki has raised five children, and the old father's concern is unavoidable in his words, "The boss has an umbrella for you to borrow. If you want to find Dazai, why don't you take one?"

"It's already wet, so there's no point opening an umbrella again." Riri Yamabuki slowly brushed away the black hair sticking to his shoulders. His long black hair ran across his fair skin, dripping with water.

"I know where he went, so don't bother you, drink slowly." The girl waved her hand, finally patted the cat's head, turned and left.

The water mark left by Dazai Osamu on the ground was about to dry up, but was covered by another water mark.

Sakunosuke Oda, who was told to "drink slowly" by two people at the same time, picked up the glass and pushed it over under the calm gaze of the bar owner: "Have another glass."

The rain that has been raining all day has no intention of stopping. The sky seems to have broken, and basins of water are poured on the world, and the eyes are full of dense white rain and fog.

The water dripping from the tail of the hair is indistinguishable from the rain, and the clothes used to keep warm turn into a cold and damp weapon in the rain, sticking tightly to the skin, absorbing the last trace of warmth from the human body.

In the rainstorm, Riri Yamabuki couldn't hear his own breathing.

Going further and further away, the street lamps changed from one step at a time to three to five meters before there was a dim light. The flooded river hit the dam, and swirling undercurrents rose up in the usually quiet waters, and the dead leaves caught in the whirlpool were torn in the blink of an eye. gotta smash.

She stopped under a solitary street lamp, and saw a figure sitting by the embankment in the distance.

Osamu Dazai was sitting on the grass by the river, holding a small flower with bright yellow petals in his hand.

The rain trickled down his pointed jaw and slid into the collar of his suit.Osamu Dazai grabbed a petal and threw it into the water. The tender yellow petal was swallowed by the river in an instant without even struggling.

"It's her...not her...it's her...not her..."

Was she betraying, was she leaking secrets, was she taking someone's life thousands of miles away?

Osamu Dazai grabbed the petals and counted bit by bit, as if he was stubbornly determined to come up with an answer.

Port Mafia is not an organization that talks about evidence. Even if there is a little doubt, Osamu Dazai can directly take people to the interrogation room.He personally went to the interrogation, and there was nothing that could not be answered.

Not this time.

There are always some unscrupulous and unscrupulous people in the world, and all rules must be bypassed in the face of them, without reason or reason.

Riri Yamabuki is the most typical representative, not only needs evidence, even if Osamu Dazai is caught at the scene, he has to weigh whether he can win the fight, whether it is worth turning against her because of some things.

Does Osamu Dazai have evidence to suspect that Riri Yamabuki is an undercover agent?

No.

It was all his wishful thinking and suspicion, she clearly never left him at night.

Is there any evidence that she deliberately got close to Osamu Dazai and deliberately took the opportunity to join Mafia at the port?

No.

The prostitute was Osamu Dazai, and the person who took the initiative to invite her was Mori Ogai. She had no idea that she was taking her to join the discussion with Gin in the name of a date.

Osamu Dazai's suspicion is very far-fetched in the eyes of most people, even Mori Ogai. Even if he thinks about it carefully, he still feels that he is too suspicious in all likelihood.

But this point is strange, always brooding.

Osamu Dazai couldn't figure it out, and his mood became worse and worse.

The rain wets the eyelashes, almost blinding the eyes. How similar is the sound of the violent rain to the deafening fireworks last night?

The fingers clasped around the knuckles are cold, the goldfish in the water bag is bubbling happily under the clasped palms, a crimson gilt fox mask is hanging on her cheek, and she is hiding behind the mask before the fireworks start Kiss him like a cat.

Summer elongates the ambiguous atmosphere, and the atmosphere of warm jade and fragrance flows in the red lanterns of the night market, which is peaceful and beautiful.

It is so beautiful that people almost forget the fact that their hands are stained with blood. Forgetting that moonlight is not only a love language between lovers, but also a carnival for thugs.

What am I upset about?Osamu Dazai asked himself.

He clearly knew that his mood at the moment was "unhappy", not vigilant, fearful, or facing an enemy.

He didn't care at all about the breakdown of Port Mafia's partnership with the Black Organization.

"...I am the only one who is addicted to ambiguity. Really, it's too shameful." Osamu Dazai exhaled lightly.

He thought that Riri Yamabuki was a love brain, that she was stuck in the trap of yukata, candy apples and fishing for goldfish, that she really wanted to watch fireworks with him, and was excited about the first date.

In many cases, it is Dazai Osamu who deliberately lures Yamabuki Riri into the cloud-like trap.

He taught her to tie a yukata belt through a hazy door curtain, patiently lined up to buy her a sweet tamagoyaki, and at the second when the fireworks exploded, he hooked her little finger and gently wrapped it around, interlocking his fingers.

To deal with powerful and unruly enemies, use tactics and details to nibble away bit by bit, and attack the heart first.

Osamu Dazai thought so, and did so.

He single-handedly led this perfect date, and even with a slight twist, it still achieved the effect he expected.

For the first time, the girl who couldn't tie the belt showed embarrassment. After eating the novelty snacks, she followed his footsteps happily and dependently. When she squatted down to catch the goldfish, she raised her eyes full of Osamu Dazai.

She will give her trust to him under the temptation again and again, and Riri Yamabuki's extremely powerful power will become a knife in his hand, and he will use her as he wishes until the value is exhausted—on the day when it is exhausted, he will indifferently treat her Let go, all the sweetness in the past is the bitter fruit packed with lies.

There is nothing to feel guilty about, Osamu Dazai is not a good person in the first place.

Therefore, even if he misjudged the person, even if he was turned against the general, he deserved the retribution.

The petals in Osamu Dazai's hands were pulled until only the last two petals remained.

"It's not her." Throwing away a petal.

The last petal fell tremblingly on the branch.

The petals were wilted by the rain, and the tender yellow flowers looked like the patterns dotted on the moon-white bathrobe.

No matter how much he deceived himself, Osamu Dazai couldn't deny it—at a certain moment, all complicated and obscure thoughts disappeared. He looked at the bright-eyed girl under the fireworks, and there was only one thought in his mind:

She is so pretty.

So beautiful, so... unbelievable.

The hand that Osamu Dazai held the flower slowly tightened inward, the petals were about to be crushed into mud under the heavy pressure.

The street lamps illuminating the embankment suddenly dimmed.

A slender shadow came from behind, covering Osamu Dazai's figure.

"Aren't you going home?"

Riri Yamabuki stood behind Osamu Dazai, and the drenched girl stood in the rainstorm, her dark golden eyes shining brightly in the rainy night when the stars disappeared.

Osamu Dazai looked back at her, his forehead was sticky and wet on his cheeks, and he was alone like a cat that had been wandering on the street for a long time. He stopped outside the warmly lit window and stuck his cold meat pad to the glass, as if he could absorb The false warmth in the window.

The glass was cold, and so were her hands.

There was no umbrella to cover the rain, just another stray cat asking if he wanted to come along.

The street lamp silently illuminated the surroundings, and the young man who had been sitting by the embankment for a long time stood up. He took off his soaked black windbreaker and held it above his head, spreading his arms to let the girl beside him hide in.

The white rain and fog covered their figures, and after a while, another light came on in the city.