But what did Dazai do wrong?

The darkness is like a quagmire, and the fog is more pungent than the smog. There are so many people around, but you can only see yourself.

Riri Yamabuki stood in the middle of the ballroom, and the hurried waiters and the panic-stricken daughter who was holding the dance partner's arm passed by her, people came and went.

The lady walking with her skirt couldn't see the way clearly, collided with the waiter carrying the tray, and fell down at her feet.

"Are you okay?" Riri Yamabuki bent down and gave her his hand.

"It hurts so much, I can't stand still." The lady stood up holding her hand, her coquettish murmur was extremely calm the moment she approached.

"I'm number 23, BOSS, someone is watching you from behind."

Osamu Dazai stayed behind to monitor her people.

The waiter who bowed his head to pick up the tray stood up. He was extraordinarily tall, and when he stood up, he covered the people behind him so that not a single hair was exposed.

From the point of view of the watchers, Riri Yamabuki stood still, and the guest who was walking in the dark collided with the waiter and fell down. After she helped the guest up, the two uninvited guests seemed to have an argument over the collision issue. Walk in front of one to chase.

The watcher glanced at "Yamabuki Riri" who was still standing there, pressed down on the headset and tapped lightly.

It means nothing.

Riri Yamabuki took out the headset that No. 23 stuffed in from her pocket, brushed away the broken hair around her ear, and gently sent the headset into the cochlea.

The waiter followed her like a shadow, like a combination of a wayward customer who was bumped into and a waiter desperately apologizing.

"Here is No. 12." The waiter adjusted the internal line, his lips squirmed, "BOSS has joined the channel instead of No. 23."

"I know your mission, tonight's arrangements are all traps." Riri Yamabuki pressed the headset, "Don't worry about the target, all retreat, I will solve the enemy's command."

There is no one in Mimic who is afraid of death. It is not by Riri Yamabuki who personally ordered them to give up. Even at the risk of being caught by the port Mafia, they will stubbornly complete the task and bite the poison/drug in the socket when they are caught. suicide.

"Hand over the task to me." Riri Yamabuki stopped in front of the cutlery locker, a row of snow-white table knives imprinted in his eyes.

"Follow the backup plan."

Port Mafia's command, except Osamu Dazai, doesn't think about it.

Solving him is equal to solving 90% of the problems.

Pretending to be a gardener, "No. 25 Gunman with No Feelings" quietly appeared at the corner door. He bit open the metal pull ring and lightly threw a round bullet into the ballroom.

"laugh."

The smoky white mist came out like a fountain, and in just a few seconds, the whole ballroom was like a fairy palace, surrounded by smoke.

Darkness, mist, blindfolded people's eyes layer by layer.

In a state where the vision is close to total blindness, the screams and roars of the people around me seem to be isolated in another world, and nowhere is safe except for the position under the feet at the moment.

The sporadic gunshots shocked some of the guests who were about to flee, and metal bullet casings fell to the ground and rolled down on the red carpet.

Riri Yamabuki looked around, and the layout of the entire ballroom before the lights went out was clearly in her mind, and the sound of footsteps passed by her ears.

Too heavy, too heavy, too procrastinating——until she heard a footstep that was barely audible, she turned her head and locked Dazai Osamu's figure through the thick fog.

there.

"Open the ventilation window." Osamu Dazai stood at the edge of the ballroom near the wall.

He frowned and looked at the completely blinding environment in the hall, and with his terrifying memory, he pointed out the names of a few subordinates who were guarding the exit, and he was about to set up a net to trap people in the trap.

The darkness quietly broke through the gap, Dazai Osamu paused for a while while holding the headset, and the dagger in his sleeve slipped into his palm.

"bass!"

Osamu Dazai blocked the knife piercing his heart with his backhand.

An unremarkable table knife taken from the buffet area, with a slender silver handle and a dangerously cold light shining on the blunt-toothed blade.

The person holding the knife seemed to be very sure of Osamu Dazai's identity in the mist. After being blocked, he turned the tip of the knife without hesitation, and the metal scraped against each other, making a piercing sound.

"Who are you?" He asked coldly.

The murderer didn't answer, but instead held the table knife fiercely, forcing Osamu Dazai to have no time to think, and could only rely on instinct to meet the enemy.

The man didn't seem to have much intention to kill Dazai Osamu, and he didn't make any other movements except for the hand holding the table knife.

But if Osamu Dazai let go of his resistance and stabbed him to death, he would show no mercy at all.

The knife technique is excellent, like a person who is accustomed to weapons, his footsteps step on the ground without the slightest sound, and he calmly uses the darkness and thick fog to cover his tracks, not even a single hair is exposed for him to see.

This made Osamu Dazai unable to guess for a while.

He wanted to suspect Riri Yamabuki, but he knew very well that the supernaturally strong girl didn't like to use weapons, but only loved to fight with her bare hands.

With her strength, Osamu Dazai didn't even have to deal with it, and his neck would be broken in the first second.

The murderer's footsteps landed silently, and Osamu Dazai remembered that Riri Yamabuki wore a pair of high heels decorated with dark velvet and diamonds today. The heels of the shoes hit the ground very crisply, and a silver chain hung on the side, which bumped and rattled with the ups and downs of walking. sound.

If not her, who could it be?

The unknown is irritating, and at the second when the next round of knife fighting ended, Osamu Dazai threw away the dagger in his hand, firmly grasped the wrist of the visitor, bumped his body forward, and fell to the ground together.

Ritsuri Yamabuki raised an eyebrow.

She lifted her knees and slammed Dazai Osamu against the wall, her kneecaps pressed tightly against his lower abdomen.

Riri Yamabuki's hand holding the knife was held high, and the knife sank into the wall with a hiss, just in time to wipe Dazai Osamu's cheek, cutting a line of blood.

She unhurriedly broke away from Osamu Dazai's hand, pinched his pulse with her cold fingers, and tapped on the blood vessels with her fingertips.

【be honest. 】

The dense fog covered people's vision and other senses. If Osamu Dazai was to fight hand-to-hand with her, entwined and rolled around on the red carpet, Riri Yamabuki's identity would not be concealed.

She took the knife deliberately, just to guard against this trick.

You can't underestimate him at all.

Riri Yamabuki's ability is not only a pure force enhancement, her hearing, smell, sight, taste, and intuition are all far superior to ordinary people.

For example, with the distance at this moment, Osamu Dazai cannot see her, but she sees Osamu Dazai without any obstruction.

It's so embarrassing, the forehead is messy during the fight, the cuffs are cut open, and the thin marks on the cheeks are slowly oozing blood, like a stray cat that has been severely ravaged/ravaged, its cold eyes are looking at the invisible enemy, ready to tear Bite a piece of meat, smash the bone and suck the marrow.

Riri Yamabuki's hand was hanging in the air, tracing the blood through the mist.

It's a pity that Erase will be found out.

The smoke was about to disperse, Riri Yamabuki let go of his hand, pressed his knee against a numb point on Osamu Dazai's lower abdomen and crushed it.

Osamu Dazai was caught off guard, half of his body was so numb that he couldn't move.

He knelt down on the ground, his elbows resting on the carpet, his back raised a fragile arc like a baby swallow.

Riri Yamabuki gave him one last look, and retreated silently into the darkness.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds passed that Osamu Dazai barely regained consciousness in his hands and feet.

There was always the voice of a subordinate reporting and asking for instructions in the headset. He didn't care about replying and turned on a subordinate's single-line channel.

"Is she still there?"

During the whole process, Dazai Osamu only gave an order to "watch Ritsuri Yamabuki", and the subordinate squinted his eyes to find his way in the mist while honestly saying:

"Miss Lawyer stayed where she was before the fog started, but now..."

He walked to the center of the ballroom based on his memory, but someone tripped over his toes and nearly fell.

"Miss Li Li?" The subordinate hurriedly raised his head, and saw a familiar face in the environment where the fog was thinning.

He hurriedly asked under cover: "Are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Riri Yamabuki waved the smoke in front of him naturally, "Is the ice cream area next to the champagne tower, can I still go there?"

Her voice was completely transmitted to Osamu Dazai's ear through the earphone, bored, as if waiting to be bored.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai pressed the headset, "Take her there."

The subordinate nodded quickly and led Riri Yamabuki to the freezing area.

Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief, he wanted to solve the disturbing trouble first, and then go to her.

The biggest unlucky businessman in the ballroom was terrified, shrank in the corner and shivered, hugged Osamu Dazai's legs and said hoarsely to go to a safe place when he saw Osamu Dazai.

"You can give me as much profit as you want! I don't want to stay here!" He begged bitterly, no longer the stiff look he had before.

"My people will take you away after the dance." Osamu Dazai said indifferently, without turning his head, he ordered his subordinates, "Go and see the orchestra, and let them continue to play after the power supply is restored."

"There's been an attack, and the dance will continue?!" The wealthy businessman stammered with despair on his face, "I, can't I leave early?"

"How can you not even dance the opening dance at the dance specially held for you?"

Osamu Dazai said flatly, "No one is dead, what are you afraid of?"

The wealthy businessman looked around at Osamu Dazai's subordinates who naturally agreed with him, and for the first time clearly realized that he was seeking skin from a tiger.

This is Port Mafia, an organization that fears even death.

The broken crystal chandelier was lifted and removed, the ground was swept clean, the lights shone on the red carpet, and the ground was full of bullet marks.

The violinist played the music again, and the invited guests gathered at the edge of the ballroom, no one dared to be the lead dancer.

Osamu Dazai walked through the champagne tower that still smelled of alcohol, and found Riri Yamabuki on the edge of an iceberg piled with ice cream.

With an icy mist hanging around her hair, she ate deliciously with a cup of vanilla ice cream.

"It's so relaxing, Riri-chan." Osamu Dazai walked over while folding up the cut cuffs, "I almost died just now."

"That's really unfortunate. Let me see, where is the injury?"

Riri Yamabuki put down his ice cream spoon and looked at his face.

She asked in surprise: "You mean the wound on your face that looks like a fingernail is called a fatal wound?"

"Bleeding, it hurts."

Osamu Dazai took out a table knife from his pocket, turned it over and over in front of the light, the silver light reflected on his face, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

"If I can't find fingerprints even though I'm not wearing gloves, I'm really at a loss."

"Come and help me." He looked into Riri Yamabuki's eyes and said slowly.

"Who do you think here wants my life?"

"It seems that you have fought against the murderer," Riri Yamabuki asked thoughtfully, "Where are the clues? None?"

"Well, there is one." Osamu Dazai uttered a short syllable, he leaned forward, his eyes were calm, "That person's hands are very cold."

"Exactly like you."

Everyone could understand the meaning of his words, Riri Yamabuki put down the ice cream cup slowly, and pursed his lips.

She lifted her wet finger and wiped it on Dazai Osamu's face, leaving a water mark, which was exactly where the wound was.

The cold fingertips passed over the tingling scars, just like the warmth of the pulse in the dark.

Riri Yamabuki clamped Osamu Dazai's chin, and looked into his eyes.

"Can't find the culprit, come to me to lose your temper?"

She asked casually, "Do you want me to coax you?"

Dazai looked at her.

Her inhuman dark golden eyes were indifferent, and she looked at him forcefully and coldly.No matter how guilty the suspect was, it seemed that he was making trouble for no reason and deliberately looking for trouble.

The tone of the inquiry was tinged with indescribable frivolity, as if he was impatient to reason with his lover, and he just wanted to send him away with a kiss, so that he could eat the sweetness obediently and not make trouble.

A little bit of the ice cream was on the corners of her lips, and the lips coated with fine gold powder red lip glaze were especially moist and delicious.

She said she wanted to coax people, but she refused to move by herself.

Slowly scratching Osamu Dazai's chin, let him bow his head.

Very light sweetness, you have to work hard to taste a little bit.

The lip glaze gradually smudged away in the sound of water, and was sucked away by the tip of the tongue bit by bit, until the girl's dull lip color showed a kind of redness after excessive sucking, and the intertwined breaths were staggered.

"Happy?"

Shanbuki closed his eyes, his lips were dripping with water: "Do you still want to continue to interrogate me?"

"Of course not." Dazai Osamu was silent for a moment, he bent his lips and said with a light smile.

"Honey, how could I doubt you."

His lips were stained with smudged light red lip glaze, and any words uttered from that mouth were extremely moving, full of honey and cherry sweetness.

"Really?" Riri Yamabuki smiled vaguely, "Then let's go, everyone is waiting for our opening dance."

The melodious music has been changed to the second one, the red carpet is empty, and the people gathered on the dance floor are waiting in unison, waiting for the person who is qualified to dance the first dance.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the red carpet full of bullet holes, the hem of the skirt was unscrewed like waves, and the golden candlelight jumped among the dark red rose petals, like a handful of broken gold foil paper.

Under the watchful eyes of the silent audience, the young and handsome Mafia executive hugged his beautiful female partner and danced in the center of the dilapidated ballroom.

The wind blows the notes of the violin from the bow into the air, and they fall leisurely between the dance steps where the toes touch each other, in the quiet eyes that look at each other, and on the knuckles supporting the waistline.

After the last syllable, Riri Yamabuki leaned into Dazai Osamu's arms, wrapped his arms around his neck, and pressed his cheek lightly on his shoulder.

The spotlight shines from overhead, and the law is blowing towards the mountain.She seemed to be coated with a layer of soft light, making people dazzled and fascinated. The only focus of the audience was firmly nailed to her, and no one else could pay any attention to her.

Osamu Dazai turned his back to her, light and shadow separated the boundary line, casting a large shadow on his face, covering Osamu Dazai's drooping eyelashes.

It also covered the incomprehensible obscurity in his eyes.

Someone applauded lightly, and the applause became like a rainstorm.A murmur of admiration mingled with the sound of the rain, how well they were a match made in heaven, how well-suited and in love they were.

Riri Yamabuki moved his fingertips on Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and his eyes swept over his carotid artery.