But what did Dazai do wrong?

The opening dance put an end to the stagnant atmosphere of the banquet, and the people standing on the sidelines slid onto the dance floor in pairs, and the lively atmosphere that the banquet should have finally appeared on people's smiling faces.

The toes tied with silk ribbons spun across the bullet-scarred red carpet, and the smell of alcohol and ambiguity coexisted between the toasts, covering the dangerous atmosphere.

Riri Yamabuki only danced one song. She is more interested in the buffet area than on the dance floor, and she has no interest in invitations from other people except Osamu Dazai. The sight of the dance.

Osamu Dazai politely rejected the girls who surrounded him after the opening dance, he slightly loosened his tie to breathe, and retreated to the edge of the hall.

"That gentleman insists on leaving." The subordinate quietly appeared and reported in a low voice, "Should I send him to the safe house first?"

The rich businessman was really scared out of his wits. He didn't dare to approach Dazai himself. He could only repeatedly emphasize to the people around him that he suffered from high blood pressure, high blood fat, heart disease, polio and a series of diseases that would cause him to burp if he didn't leave. , saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, please show mercy and spare him!

The effect of intimidation is not so good.

"He's leaving now, who's to blame if he dies?" Osamu Dazai unbuttoned his rolled up sleeves, revealing the long marks on the cuffs that had been cut by a table knife.

The table knives prepared for banquets are the same as those used in western restaurants. Even cutting steaks with blunt teeth will take some effort, leaving at most a shallow mark on the clothes. It is almost impossible to cut a mouth like this with a single knife. .

"It's okay to let him go." After staring at the knife mark, Osamu Dazai suddenly changed his mind, "Drive three identical cars to the three safe houses, and let him choose one for himself."

"Okay, Mr. Dazai." The subordinate immediately went to make arrangements.

In the dining area, Riri Yamabuki holds a knife and cuts a piece of foie gras.

Her gesture of holding the knife is very elegant, the blade will not scratch the dinner plate and make a harsh sound, the dull-toothed knife is as sharp as a dagger in her hand, and there is no trace of muddy water on the cutting surface.

Riri Yamabuki inadvertently raised her head after eating half full, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the taillights of three cars disappeared from her field of vision in the dark night, like cigarette butts that were gradually extinguished.

She tilted her head, and there was no trace of the rich businessman at the banquet.

Riri Yamabuki didn't seem in a hurry, she tasted the fresh caviar, walked up to Dazai Osamu with a plate of milk-flavored soft ice, and fed him a mouthful.

"When can I go back?" Yamabuki Riri pointed to the time, "I didn't promise to stay with you all night."

"It's too much." Dazai Osamu was so cold that his teeth chattered, he said unhappily, "Does Riri-chan want to leave me to spend the cold night alone?"

Damn, it's just as hateful as when a girlfriend texts in the middle of the night saying "I'm so cold", and the straight man of steel replies "I'm not cold, I'm going to sleep"!

"Yes." Riri Yamabuki nodded happily, "I just want to leave you behind and go home to sleep alone."

Speak it out, you ruthless and unreasonable woman!Actually said it!

"Can't you stay with me?" Osamu Dazai acted pitifully.

Riri Yamabuki liked his acting like a baby, and patiently played around with Dazai Osamu for a few rounds. After getting tired of playing, the scum girl said mercilessly: "Hurry up, I can drive back by myself."

She has a legal driver's license, which is much more confident than a criminal like Osamu Dazai who drives without a license.

Under Osamu Dazai's resentful gaze, Riri Yamabuki took the car keys. She didn't want anyone to give them away, and the evening dress and high-heeled shoes drove the car so fast that it flew up.

The wind blowing in from the car window blows away her delicately coiled long hair, Riri Yamabuki turned on the car stereo, and tapped the rhythm with his fingers holding the steering wheel.

Racing late at night is great, and the apartment is surrounded by the Mafia port, and there are no traffic lights, which is even more exciting.

"Drip, drip."

The little red dot on the screen quickly moved away from the villa, and the positioning showed that Riri Yamabuki was driving in a regular manner on the way back to the apartment, a few blocks away from the other three cars.

After ten minutes, the screen of Osamu Dazai's phone lit up.

[Please send a private message if you kill someone and get more money: the fish is fed. 】

What came with the text message was a photo focusing on the fish tank. The golden red fish was eating fish food, and the blue glass reflected the silhouette of a person holding a mobile phone to take a picture in front of the fish tank.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai turned on the voice and moved closer to the microphone, "Sister, go to bed early, good night."

[Please private message: Good night. 】

"Mr. Dazai, all three vehicles have arrived at the safe house, and the people we arranged have also moved in." The subordinate stood beside him and reported.

Osamu Dazai turned off the phone, raised his head, and said in a relaxed tone: "Then, let's talk to Mr. Partner."

The first floor of the villa is a ballroom, and the second floor is built as a corridor, which is convenient for the owner to stand on the second floor to enjoy the dancers dancing on the dance floor, and also makes the hall look particularly high and wide.

Above is the completely enclosed third floor. The master bedroom, guest bedroom, activity room, sun room, and piano room are all on this floor. Osamu Dazai walks up the stairs to the third floor, and the floor under his feet is the top of the ballroom.

In front of the master bedroom door, two heavily armed black suits bowed slightly to Dazai, and knocked on the door for him.

The door was opened from the inside, revealing a pale and rich face.

"Mr. Dazai." The rich businessman rubbed his hands, and he could no longer take up the posture of relying on the old and selling the old, and honestly bowed his head to the teenager who was younger than him, "This... is it really a safe place?"

He didn't leave the villa at all!

Osamu Dazai had someone take him out of the ballroom, and he was stuffed into the third floor in a blink of an eye!Not even the iron gate outside!

"Three people pretending to be you stayed in three safe houses in Yokohama. It was dark under the lights. Of course this is the safest place." Osamu Dazai said lightly.

There's nothing wrong with that - if the person trying to kill you isn't the one in his head.

"I'm curious, which organization did you offend?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"What are you talking about?" The rich businessman's eyes flickered, "I'm just a businessman, and when I offend people more or less in business, I have to say..."

His thoughts turned in his mind a few times: "I have some disagreements with the bell tower attendant."

He is British, and the Clock Tower Attendants is the largest official organization in Britain, which can fully explain why he traveled across the ocean to Yokohama.

"Clock Tower Attendant..." Dazai Osamu read it again, and he glanced up at the wealthy businessman, "After you decide how to cooperate with the port Mafia, have someone contact me."

"Okay, okay." The rich merchant immediately agreed, "Go slowly."

He let out a breath when the door closed.

I thought it would be nice to send a kid from Mafia at the port to fool me, but it turned out to be a devil who eats people and doesn't spit out bones!

"I regret coming to Yokohama a little bit." He walked around the house, the thoughts in his mind fluctuating, "I just came out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den, and Mimic is still chasing me!"

How could André Gide be such a vengeful man?Rich businessmen can't understand.

Yes, it was his betrayal first, and the arms business and jewelry business in his hands did make money, but this loss was not a serious injury to them at all, at most it hurt a little skin, why bother to pester them?

Mimic is different from other Mafia organizations. They don't pay much attention to face, and they won't go to war because of a little face. Retaliation will definitely be revenge, and they are not very mad.

The wealthy businessman originally thought that it would be fine if he escaped from the UK. He thought he was not qualified to be chased and killed across the country unless...

Unless his business was special and important, his betrayal angered the wandering ghosts.

"It doesn't make sense!" The wealthy businessman wondered, "I'm not the only one who does arms business and jewelry business with them, which is special and special. I don't know a few gemstones that Andre wants me to buy at most."

gem.

The rich businessman was suddenly shocked.

Rumor has it that the new leader of Mimic seems to have a special fondness for gems.

Is it possible... Andre and the others got involved in the jewelery business in Europe, not to make money, but to please the new owner?

He had destroyed the present that Andre was going to take to the new owner, so they wanted his life.

"If it's true, there's really no room for turning back! No one can save me except the port Mafia!" The rich merchant immediately thought of everything, and he rushed to the door and shouted to the door:

"I am willing to give all my sincerity! Please let Mr. Dazai come and talk to me!"

"Mr. Dazai has returned to the headquarters." The black suit guarding the door said, "Wait a while, we will contact you."

Hearing orderly orders at the door, the rich businessman relaxed, his back wet with cold sweat.

It should be... no problem, right?

He went to the dining table and poured himself a glass of wine. The dense aroma of the wine relaxed his tense nerves. Looking at the dark red wine, he couldn't help but think of Osamu Dazai's dance partner tonight.

It was so beautiful, the dark red dress was like a flower blooming on her skin, and everyone's eyes followed her, like a person who lived under the spotlight all day, and was used to people's lingering eyes.

Such a beauty must be conspicuous at any time, the rich businessman thought divergently, she must not be suitable for assassination, because as long as she appears, no one will see her.

The rich merchant went to the window and raised his glass to his own image in the glass.

"Congratulations on being out of danger and about to start a new life."

He raised his head and drank the red wine, regretfully said: "If accompanied by a beautiful woman, the taste of the wine will be even better."

"It's a bit off-putting to taste wine with you."

The indifferent female voice rubbed the man's earlobe, as if winter had come early, and the blue sky was covered with frost and snow.

The rich businessman stiffened his body. In the image reflected by the glass, he saw a girl with black hair and golden eyes thinking:

"My taste is a slender, weak, melancholic, beautiful boy with beautiful eyes, plus points for being fond of being coquettish and calling my sister, plus points for being suspicious and bloody."

"Although it's very worry-free to be obedient and not to cause trouble, but sure enough..." Riri Yamabuki raised his hand, and pulled back the thin transparent thread wrapped around his finger, blood spattering.

"Sure enough, I still like the type that scares people." She gently and deftly caught the fallen corpse.

The unconscious black suit fell to the ground outside the door. He went to contact Dazai Osamu's companion and returned in 20 seconds.

After 25 seconds, the villa will be on full alert, and after 30 seconds, the entire manor will be blocked.

"It doesn't look good just lying on the ground like this." Ritsu Yamabuki thought about it, and twisted the fishing line in his hand into several strands, twisting it so that it could bear the weight of a grown man.

At the moment when the first witness walked around the corner, the heavy corpse was hanging from the beam behind the door, with its toes hanging down, shaking slightly in the air.

Riri Yamabuki smashed the thick bulletproof glass with one hand, and fell backward amidst the loud noise of fragments splashing, like a petrel thrown into the black forest, without a trace.

The leaves fell down in the night wind, and with a scream, the brightly lit villa sounded like an enemy siren.