But what did Dazai do wrong?

Riri Yamabuki has a dressing box, which is placed on the desk next to a book of Russian folk songs.

The palm-sized vanity box can be unfolded into three layers. The oval-shaped mirror is wiped spotless. The boxes arranged in steps are lined with black velvet cloth and inlaid with a pair of earrings.

Earrings are jewelry she rarely wears. There are many styles in the dressing box, most of which are very bright diamonds.

The drop shape is very good, the diamond shape is small and beautiful, and the triangle edge is especially sharp and dazzling. Riri Yamabuki held his chin hesitantly in front of the dressing table to pick and choose, unable to make a decision.

"Lyuri-chan?" The cat by the door frame poked its head out, and Osamu Dazai poked at the door and asked, "Can I come in?"

"The door is not closed." Riri Yamabuki waved at him sideways, "It's just in time, choose a pair for me?"

The extremely bright diamonds in the dressing table dazzled the eyes, like the sparkling sea surface under the sun, making people squint to see, and the fine spots of light were printed into the iris, reflecting the illusion of scorching eyes.

Her taste is dragons and likes sparkles.

Osamu Dazai walked up behind Riri Yamabuki and carefully picked it out. He did not live up to her expectations, and he didn't ask like a straight man of steel. Are they all diamonds? What's the difference? He just picked up one of them and handed it over: " One looks good."

Stud earrings come in pairs, or one can be worn alone.Osamu Dazai picked out a very simple diamond stud earring, embedded in black velvet like fragments of a star.

In the mirror, Riri Yamabuki brushed away her long hair hanging down to her chest, and compared the earrings on her earlobes.

"I read it wrong?" Osamu Dazai was still standing behind Riri Yamabuki, he looked through the mirror at the girl whose back was facing him, "Do you have pierced ears?"

"Yes." Riri Yamabuki lifted the lid of the lighter, and the flame passed over the pins of the earrings, turning red a little.

Before the lingering warmth dissipated, she looked in the mirror, pointed the silver needle at the earlobe, and pressed down hard with her fingertips.

Beads of blood ooze out.

Only then did Osamu Dazai understand what she meant: her body is so good at self-healing, the pierced earrings disappear as soon as the earrings are taken off, why don't the pierced ears be pierced directly into the flesh.

The principle is similar to taking a paper clip and burning it red to poke your ear hole, it hurts.

She doesn't feel pain, so it doesn't matter.

"It's very beautiful, it suits my sister very well." Osamu Dazai bent down and hugged Riri Yamabuki from behind.

His breath passed over the tip of his hair, and the warm and moist touch touched his ear.

The bloodstains were pursed away by the thin lips, the tip of his tongue flicked the broken diamond earrings, and he kissed her lightly behind the earlobe.

Riri Yamabuki's nerves trembled after he hadn't felt pain for a long time.

The strange feeling made the dead nerve endings bewildered to emit a series of electrical signals, all the way to the cerebral cortex, like electric sparks exploding and crackling, and sparks fell back to every part of the body.

For the first time, she realized that the earlobe is such a sensitive part.

"I'm going to do the task." Riri Yamabuki unconsciously twisted the wet soft flesh, "Otherwise it will be too late."

In fact, it's still early, otherwise she wouldn't have the leisure to pick out the earrings slowly.

She just instinctively wanted to escape from an atmosphere that was too strange.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai whispered into Riri Yamabuki's ear, "Be careful on the road."

The tail sound of nibbling has been lingering in the cochlea, and it is still clear when stepping into a noisy bar.

Riri Yamabuki pushed open the wooden door with the wind chime hanging on it, and rubbed his earlobe unconsciously.

Yokohama is the city of Mafia, and spirits, motorcycles and violence are symbols of Mafia.

The number of bars in this city is beyond imagination, and they can be found in any old or fashionable building, and there are countless forces hidden behind the figures.

The waiter in a bartender uniform who was quietly wiping the wine glass put down the clean wine glass and changed it to a pure white cotton cloth. When he reached out to take down the wine glass, he heard the sound of the wind chime at the door.

The waiter raised his eyes, the broken diamond shimmered in the dim light, and the tall and slender girl opened the door and came in, her dark golden eyes habitually looked around the audience.

His throat rolled, the eager greeting suppressed by tame humility and meekness.

Riri Yamabuki saw the waiter and walked towards him.

The guests in the booth all raised their wine glasses to signal her, and the waiter leaned forward: "You..."

"—Are there any seats left?"

Zhang Yang's voice rang together with the sound of wind chimes, and the orange-haired boy took off the black hat on his head, and saw Riri Yamabuki with a surprised look on his face: "Oh, it's you, are you coming to drink too?"

Riri Yamabuki glanced at the waiter, and the man in the bartender uniform lowered his head and continued to wipe the glass.

The guests in the booth put down their wine glasses and chatted with their companions as if nothing had happened. The bar was as lively as before, so normal that nothing seemed wrong.

"It's not unusual for me to come to drink." She replied Nakahara Chuya, "After all, I am an adult."

A look of uneasiness flashed across Zhongyuan Zhongye's face: "I'm Mafia, and I don't follow these rules."

Even saying that doesn’t change the fact that you and Osamu Dazai dropped out of school and became gangsters. Mori Ogai is really a sinful man, and he made such a bad plan in order to let his graduate degree from Tokyo University stand at the top of the organization!play hard!

Although, isn't there a lot of bars under the Port Mafia umbrella?Why didn't Nakahara Chuya go to a store that could be billed and reimbursed, instead of coming to her place?

——This bar belongs to Yamabuki Riri, including the people and the land, and it is one of Mimic's strongholds in Yokohama.

Zhong Yuanzhong also probably didn't expect that he would meet acquaintances even if he just found a strange bar for a drink. He happened to be bored alone, so he snapped his fingers: "I'll buy you a drink, what do you want?"

Riri Yamabuki sat on the bar counter, propping his head on one hand: "A glass of Ogier brandy."

"I thought you would drink more auspicious wine." Zhong Yuan said strangely, obviously knowing about the accident the day before yesterday.

In fact, he was not used to the winery's habit of using the name of the wine as a code name. Since he came into contact with the Black Organization, Zhong Yuanzhong has never drank gin again.

Weird, erotic and curious, goose bumps all over my body.

"Is Mafia still engaged in superstition?" Riri Yamabuki returned his words intact, "I have a mission waiting, and I hope the target of the mission can inherit the 'good luck' of Ogier Brandy."

Chuya Nakahara: Isn’t that what it means to let people die by themselves?

Can't tell, you're still a genius for making cold jokes.

The bartender pushed two glasses of wine over, and stood quietly beside him, wiping his never-ending glasses.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a sip of ice wine and let out a refreshing breath.

"Why doesn't the mackerel bastard stay with you?" Nakahara Chuya doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, and he can't help complaining, "I wanted to talk to you a few days ago, but he just came back in a weird way."

There is absolutely no wrong adjective in the Central Plains for yin and yang.

I swear by his pre-kindergarten education, absolutely not.

Osamu Dazai said, "Don't you have a girlfriend? Why do you want to ask someone else's girlfriend?", "It's so pitiful, it's because you want to fight with her, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend." It's scary, it's terrible," Zhongyuan Zhongye was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, and his fists were hardened.

What's even more hateful is that Osamu Dazai still didn't know how to repent in the face of his beatings, and he looked like a weak and weak tea art master: "It's so pitiful, Chuya, my sister hurt me when I was beaten, and you have nothing—what, what, All, no, yes, oh."

How on earth did such a person find a girlfriend!The Central Plains can't understand it either!

"Isn't it cute?" Hearing his complaint, Riri Yamabuki said frankly, "My aesthetic is a delicate and beautiful boy, and Dazai stepped on my point in every word."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked over incredulously, his cobalt blue eyes were full of shock, almost turning into the shock of shouting emoticons.

"Slender" and "beautiful boy" are considered to be consistent with the facts, but what does "weakness" mean?

Osamu Dazai, weak?

What blinded your eyes and made you say such nonsense that disregards human relations and strikes with lightning!

In the entire port of Mafia, from the leader Mori Ogai down to the toilet sweeper and the security guard at the gate, which one has not seen the difficulty and horror of Osamu Dazai?

Looking at the gangster friends all over Japan, who hasn't heard of the name "Double Black" of Yokohama's worst duo?Even gin!Even the iron-blooded cool guy like Gin shunned Osamu Dazai.

"You," Nakahara Chuya asked with some difficulty, "are you being tricked by Osamu Dazai?"

He is also a poor man who is often deceived by Osamu Dazai and cheated by Osamu Dazai. If he is not careful, his black card is maxed out by various canned crab meat. .

At this moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Shanbuki Riri.

He was only cheated of money, but she was cheated of her true feelings by a ruthless scumbag!

The hateful mackerel, relying on a small white face, is shy and shy, and packs herself as a weak little white flower who is ignorant of the world, deliberately making people think that they have found the ideal type, but in fact, after cutting it open, it is a black flower. Piranha.

The goods are wrong!Seriously bad review!

"Since your taste is 'weak and slender beautiful boy'," Nakahara repeated like swallowing a fly, and asked inexplicably, "Why do you want to find a boyfriend at the port Mafia?"

You have to pay at least half of the responsibility for this emotional fraud case.

"Weakness, slenderness and a beautiful boy are the external requirements." Riri Yamabuki took a sip of brandy and said solemnly, "I prefer excitement."

Zhongya Zhongyuan: "???"

Riri Yamabuki: "When you are in love, halfway through, you go to die in love. The kind of life-and-death kind—excitement."

Understood, Zhong Yuan also toasted: "Your vision and taste are really good, I am willing to pay half of the funeral expenses for you."

Riri Yamabuki toasted happily, and the two wine glasses slammed in the air.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head and toasted.

He pushed the wine glass to the bartender, and fanned the wind with his hand: "The wine is good, really strong!"

Rencai Huanjiada is talking about him, his face is almost red with the same color as his hair, and he stubbornly asks for a refill, as if I can drink it and fill it up for me.

The wine glass glanced at Riri Yamabuki, and she raised the wine glass to cover her lips and said, "Here, take the bottle I treasure."

It doesn't matter if the spirits from Russia are good or not, as long as you can tear bears with your bare hands after being drunk, it is good wine.

Zhong Yuanzhong lived up to expectations and got drunk.

After getting drunk, he began to curse Dazai Osamu.

Honey belly sword!

Double-handed!

Insidious and cunning!

Not a person!

"I'll tell you." Nakahara grabbed Riri Riri's shoulder and shook it desperately, as if trying to shake the water out of her mind.

"Osamu Dazai is a scumbag! He must be cheating on your feelings! If you are a brother, just take a knife and chop him! Cutting him into pieces and dismembering his body can't relieve my hatred!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a belch: "Recently, the organization's business in Europe has not been going well recently, that guy must be secretly poking at me again! I have to settle this before he complains to the BOSS, and I can't be caught by him handle!"

"Is Chuya-kun in charge of the affairs in Europe?" Yamabuki Riri held the wine glass, and the wine only slightly touched his lips.

"I am in charge of the jewelry business." These matters are not considered confidential, and Nakahara Chu said generously, "The previous person in charge was Dazai, so if I can't solve the trouble, doesn't it mean that I am not as good as that mackerel? Only I will never admit to this alone!"

"I like gems very much." Riri Yamabuki curled a strand of hair around her fingertips. She seemed to be interested, and stroked her long hair to show Nakahara Nakaya her earrings.

"Does it look good? Dazai picked it for me."

Dazai Osamu has nothing to criticize, even the drunk Nakahara must admit that the bastard has a good eye.

The earrings in the black hair twinkle like the North Star in the night, silently showing the cool and lonely elegant taste.

"Don't trust that guy's hospitality." Zhong Yuanzhong also curled his lips, "He is the best at setting traps for people in the smallest details. Trusting him is no different from committing suicide."

"Does Nakaya-kun think love is an exchange of trust?" Yamabuki Riri put his fingertips on his chin.

"I think love is more like a game of deception."

"Those who lose the game become slaves to love, or, in a double-lose ending, raise the white flag together in the chaos."

"But." Riri Yamabuki tapped his face lightly, his fingertips sank in the soft cheeks, and rose with the rebound in the next second.

"At the beginning of the game, everyone felt that they must be the winner."

"I am no exception."

Through the rustling electromagnetic sound, the girl's gentle voice is like the dialogue of characters in old movies. You can imagine the speaker's expression, look, and action just by the tone of tone and the change of tone.

Osamu Dazai was sitting in front of the desk, the tip of the metal pen swirled through his fingertips, drawing a cold and sharp arc.

The bug embedded in the ear studs, which is smaller than a grain of rice, flickers with invisible light spots, spans half of Yokohama, records the conversations in the noisy bar, and transmits them to its owner's ears.

"Winner...?"

He lifted his lips and smiled slightly.