But what did Dazai do wrong?

Open your eyes first thing in the morning.

Being conscious does not mean that the body is awake. It often takes more than ten seconds to be stuck like a computer, before the human vitality system can be activated.

Users whose boot speed exceeds 99.9% of the country start a day full of energy. Riri Yamabuki's internet speed has always been very fast, but today it seems to be infected by a quilt virus, and the boot screen is full of snowflakes.

She closed her eyes habitually, buried her head down, arched her body in a perfect arc and then relaxed and lowered, stretching her waist to shake off all the slack in her body.

Half of her hand was blocked by the boy's muffled grunt.

"...It hurts so much." Osamu Dazai grumbled, buried his face in Ritsu Yamabuki's barber complainingly, and asked unconsciously, "Why did you hit me?"

The warm breath spread from the hair all the way to the neck, and the arms stretched out from behind tightly wrapped around the waist, and the calf was pressed under it, which was numb and painful.

Riri Yamabuki opened his eyes and saw the air-conditioning quilt kicked off the sofa in a mess, and himself squeezed into the gap between the sofa and Osamu Dazai's body with no place to rest.

On such a big sofa, two people insisted on squeezing each other to sleep on top of each other, but she was still the one under the pressure.

If you don't hit you, who will you hit?

Don't look at the time, get up at this point and get 100% full attendance this month, do you know?

Riri Yamabuki thought about it with a confused head, and she didn't receive the perfect attendance award from Mafia at the port, so what does it have to do with her if Osamu Dazai's bonus is gone?

After she figured it out, she pulled her calf out of the place where Osamu Dazai was pressing it and put it on his lap, curled her hands into fists on her chest, and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

Staying up late will make people lose their minds, and if it is serious, it will even reduce their intelligence. It took a while for Dazai Osamu to regain his senses under the debuff.

The person in my arms fell asleep again, and the aroma of peach oolong lingered in the hair. It was the smell of shampoo from the supermarket last week, and one of the bottles was also used by Osamu Dazai.

Very light but very sweet white peach fragrance, like a cup of fruit tea with ice cubes and peach flesh, makes the mouth watery, and I want to take a sip to resist the scorching summer.

Don't drink it into your throat, just stick it with your hands, the cold and soft touch is more comfortable than the bamboo mat in the air-conditioned room, I want to hug her through the blue and cloudless days.

Her sleeping position is so good, Osamu Dazai thought aimlessly, she stopped moving after hugging her, completely different from her usual randomness, she was so good as hell.

I thought there would be trouble after waking up... That's right, she was the one who decided on the relationship first. In her eyes, would intimacy be a normal and fulfilling thing like unlocking a picture book in a game?

What about him?The tool she used to earn achievements?

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and sniffed the sweet fragrance of white peaches in the girl's hair.

It's really a smell suitable for sleeping, it makes people's eyelids droop, and any troublesome things can be discussed after the awakening of the dream.

Osamu Dazai buried himself deeper in the peach fragrance, the sofa sank, the wind slipped in through the unclosed window, and lifted a corner of the gray-blue curtain.

The sun gently kissed the girl's bare calf, climbed up inch by inch, and finally disappeared under the boy's curled fingertips.

Sleeping until noon, the hot wind poured unceremoniously into the room through the glass, and the two lazy fishers woke up to the sound of sparrows chirping and pecking at the window on the balcony.

Riri Yamabuki woke up earlier, she bent down and got out from under Dazai Osamu's arms, while combing her messy long hair while lying on the sofa to catch the quilt.

After getting half of it, Riri Yamabuki heard the sound of sparrows pecking the window on the balcony, thinking that the pots of roses she raised were still basking in the sun on the balcony.

"I'm going to see my flowers." Riri Yamabuki hurriedly rolled up the quilt and threw it on Dazai Osamu, jumped off the sofa and went to the balcony to see if her pink rose was harmed by sparrows.

The lumped air conditioner was smashed all over his face, Osamu Dazai slowly folded the scattered quilts, yawned and half-kneeled by the coffee table looking for the slippers that had been kicked somewhere.

They use exactly the same black cat cat slippers, only the size difference.

Osamu Dazai first found one and tried it out, but it was a bit small, so he put it aside to teach Yamamoto Riri.

In the end, he found two small slippers, none of which belonged to him.

"Ruri-chan, you're wearing the wrong slippers." Osamu Dazai walked barefoot to the balcony with his cat shoes on, and spoke to Riri Yamabuki who was watering the roses behind the glass door.

"Quick, exchange hostages with me."

Riri Yamabuki glanced down at the slippers that did not reveal the heel after he put them on, and kicked Dazai Osamu with one off.

Dazai Osamu stepped on the kicked slippers, put his toes in, the inside was warmed by body heat, he shook the "shoe quality" in his hand.

"What about the other one?"

"It was agreed to exchange hostages, where is the 'exchange'?" She asked back.

There was dust on the open-air balcony, and Riri Yamabuki was not happy to step on the dirty floor with bare feet, stepping on the back of the slipper of the other foot with his bare foot, maintaining balance on one foot.

"Luri-chan, you need to understand the situation." Dazai Osamu showed a vicious face, and the villain spoke, "I have three hostages here, and you only have one, so you have no right to bargain."

So vicious, so childish, so good at beating a man.

"Come here." Ritsuri Yamabuki raised his eyebrows, "I promise not to hit you."

I don't believe it, the more beautiful a woman is, the more she can deceive people. You can't deceive him, a smart little cat.

Osamu Dazai thought carefully for a while, and felt that he could not take the hostages to risk.

He put the cat shoes belonging to Riri Yamabuki at the junction between the room and the balcony, and chose the latter between stepping on the dust into the balcony and jumping across it silly.

Delicate boy, being silly is nothing, the most important thing is being clean.

Now that the battle is going on, one of the two opposing sides on the balcony owns a pair of cat shoes belonging to Osamu Dazai, and neither of them wants to walk barefoot on the balcony.

The affirmative debater Shan Chuan made a speech: "Tit for tat, I gave you one, and you should give me back one."

Osamu Dazai, a friend of the opposing party, questioned: "Both are my slippers, and it is only right to return them to their original owners."

No one can convince anyone, so go directly to the match point!

"If you want to compete with me in stamina, just try it." The pure fighting school sneered, Yamabuki Riri looked at Osamu Dazai's slightly trembling legs provocatively, "Don't think about it, you will lose."

Who is not a naive person, she will be fussy today.

Damn, the enemy has an advantage that he doesn't have!Osamu Dazai, use your invincible brain to think of a way!

"In peaceful times, shouldn't we choose a win-win situation?" Osamu Dazai said sincerely, as if he was not the one who took the lead in making troubles.

"How to win?" Yamabuki Riri looked at him, his eyes were full of threats, "You jump back and bring in my slippers?"

"That's troublesome."

Osamu Dazai wrapped his arms around Riri Yamabuki's waist, lifted her up high, and looked up at her: "Isn't that all right?"

He smiled: "Give me the shoes, and I will carry you back."

"It's not negotiable," he said badly, "If you hit me, I'll let you go, and we'll roll ashes on the balcony together."

Riri Yamabuki leaned his elbows on Dazai Osamu's shoulders, looking down at him in the particularly bright midday sun.

A naive and handsome guy with a bad stomach.

She didn't realize that she was also laughing, and she tapped the tip of Dazai Osamu's nose with her fingertips: "Arrogant ghost, be careful that I will settle accounts after autumn."

The sparrows on the balcony flew away in fright, passing the overlapping shadows on the balcony.

After going back and forth for a long time, Rose finished watering and just walked into the clean and carpeted room, Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai fought with their feet.

She stepped on Osamu Dazai's slippers one size bigger and left triumphantly. Osamu Dazai reluctantly stuffed his feet into the narrow slippers and walked on tiptoe, completely forgetting that there were seventeen or eight pairs of them in the shoe cabinet. Spare slippers.

The little fish in the fish tank vomited a bubble, as if laughing at the naivety of the owners.

Fish eat fish food, but humans don't have such convenient food to eat.

There are two people in the room, one's representative dish is Vitality Stewed Chicken, and the other is Detergent Cocktail, both of which are dangerous dishes that will pass away from the world for a second after eating and drinking. They can only pin their hopes of filling their stomachs on Dazai Osamu Almighty on the subordinates.

The subordinates came to deliver the mission materials and the brunch with the materials.

Brunch: A combination of breakfast and lunch, suitable for bedridden players who are past breakfast time but still stubbornly think they are still eating their first meal of the day. It is a symbol of self-deception.

Riri Yamabuki scooped a spoonful of sweet peas into his mouth, watching Dazai Osamu look at the information while drinking polenta, his face full of social animals.

It's too miserable, too miserable, and I have to work overtime again. Sure enough, freelancing is the eternal god!No one can threaten her to work more hours with attendance rate and wage deductions!

"Ri Li-chan." Osamu Dazai put down the file and clasped his hands together, looking at her brightly, "Do you want a date today?"

Don't lie, you have "I want to catch an unlucky guy on the spot to do free labor" all over your face, do you really think she will be fooled?

Riri Yamabuki slandered and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The place where we danced yesterday." Osamu Dazai was frank and frank, not at all ashamed of beautifying work as a date, "Someone died there, our job today is to investigate the case."

"It's the work of 'you'," Riri Yamabuki bit the accent, "not 'us'."

Wow, Dazai Osamu smiled and said in his heart mmp: It sounds like the murderer is not you.

This sister, he really admires your ability to be unreasonable and strong.

"I'm a killer, why should I compete with the detective?" Riri Yamabuki said lazily, not interested, "Give me a reason."

"Just be with me, can't you?"

Osamu Dazai picked up a clean strawberry that was still dripping from the glass bowl. With one hand propped on the table, he leaned forward and touched the corner of the girl's lips with the tip of the strawberry.

Riri Yamabuki glanced at him, opened his mouth and bit it.

He kept his mouth shut and couldn't say no.The strawberries are big and sweet, and the juicy juice spreads on the tip of the tongue.

Riri Yamabuki raised his chin towards the strawberry bowl, and Osamu Dazai fed her another one with a smile.

Cannibals have a short mouth and are willing to work overtime.

The work in the afternoon became the work of two people as Osamu Dazai wished.

The roses in the manor are blooming more intensely today than yesterday. The red, pink and white roses are connected together, stretching their delicate petals in the breeze.

There were no extra people, Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai got off the car at the door, and walked in along the well-kept rose garden, where the sun was covered by thick shade, casting a large cool shadow.

"One of the enemies at last night's banquet pretended to be a waiter, some pretended to be a cook, and some pretended to be a gardener."

Osamu Dazai walked on the cobblestones scalded by the sun: "I heard that the man pretending to be a gardener is good at tending the grass. The whole garden is the result of his meticulous care."

Riri Yamabuki knew he was talking about "No. 25 Spearman with No Emotions".That person is good at growing flowers, and once raised Ditang in a greenhouse for her in winter in Russia.

"This shows that the current killer industry is very involved." Yamabuki Riri said casually.

"There is no future if you only know how to fight. Bodo's killer training class has launched four subjects: psychology, pharmacology, women's clothing and language art. If you are interested, I can contact a good tutor for you. Tell me your name and get a [-]% discount." .”

The first two are okay, but what kind of diseased and mysteriously useful subjects are dress studies and the art of language?

Osamu Dazai didn't understand but he was greatly shocked.

It was agreed to investigate the case, and it couldn't be treated as a date to hang out in the garden. The corpse of the wealthy businessman in the house was hung on the beam for a day, waiting for them to see it.

Port Mafia is also a bit wicked. After checking the corpse, it was hung up on the southeast branch by others, dangling like an electric fan that has been out of order for a long time. It is an excellent material for thriller directors to be ecstatic.

"It's wonderful, the murderer's method of killing." Dazai Osamu squatted on the ground looking up at the corpse for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Can Riri-chan do the same thing?"

This question is not easy to answer. There are many questions about whether you can or cannot.

Osamu Dazai was very sure of the facts in his heart, he simply wanted to bring it up to embarrass her.

"Of course." Yamabuki Riri replied nonchalantly, "If you're interested, I can hang you and him to sit in a row and eat fruit. Do you want to try it?"

Her tone was casual, but it didn't sound like a joke.

The wind blows over the corpses hanging from the beams, adding a touch of playful horror to this nondescript date that would make any relationship guru snarl and ask "how could anyone fall in love at the scene of a crime?"

Osamu Dazai's death radar beeped, reminding him: Today's death quota is full!Come again tomorrow!If you continue to die, you will really die!

Little Rabbit Zaizhi was on the verge of death, and the toes of Dapeng's wings retracted, revealing the terrified eyes of the little cat, and he was aggrieved to fool him.

Damn it, this kind of type that can maintain a stable mentality is really difficult to deal with.

You can't just grab her and go to the interrogation room to fry and fry, and you can't use language traps to push her into the water and put her in jail.

He wants to change his strategy again, and plan it slowly.