But what did Dazai do wrong?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also drunk and unconscious.

Lawyer Yamabuki didn't really want to receive a lawyer's letter of claim from Mafia at the port, questioning her bar for not prohibiting minors from drinking; he also didn't want to send a lawyer's letter to Mafia at the port because of the losses caused by Chuya Nakahara getting drunk. .

Both are on the edge of the law, and it is her only kindness to keep the last bit of decency for each other.

"Excuse me, send him to a nearby hotel. I remember that there is a store in which Mafia has a stake in the port. It should not lose him." Riri Yamabuki put down his glass and entrusted him.

Her tone was naturally alienated, and she didn't let down her vigilance because Zhong Yuan Zhong was also drunk, revealing the fact that she knew the waiter.

Although there is a high probability that Chuya Nakahara won't remember anything after waking up, otherwise how would Osamu Dazai have the chance to cheat him to sing at the year-end dance every year?

"Do you need a refill?" the waiter asked softly.

"No." Riri Yamabuki calculated the time, "I still have something to do today."

The task given by Mori Ogai has to be completed today, and her professionalism does not allow procrastination.

The mission information was written by Secretary Mori Ogai, and it was so detailed that Riri Yamabuki didn't even want to read it.

She just likes Osamu Dazai's frigid style of "time, place, and character" without a word of nonsense.

"Understanding is another price." Yamabuki Riri muttered, using his mobile phone to navigate the target location.

Yokohama's map navigation is much more detailed than that of Hakata, and there will be no embarrassment that both the GPS and the paper map will fail, and you can only rely on the roadside cleaning lady to guide you.

Thanks to modern technology, the work of killers is extremely convenient.

"President of Inoshita Co., Ltd...." Riri Yamabuki put away his mobile phone, and his figure disappeared into the winding dark alley in Yokohama.

For those who suffer from claustrophobia, dark and confined spaces are the palm of death, while for others, it is the ark of salvation.

Ryuichi Inoshita sat on the plank bed, trying to stabilize his trembling thighs, and wiped the sweat from his palms on his suit pants.

The narrow underground cabin was full of rotten wood and the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp. He seemed to have lost his sense of smell and couldn't smell it, so he asked his assistant urgently, "Why isn't the boat sailing?"

"The smuggler said that there is another passenger who didn't come." The assistant rolled up his sleeves and looked at his mechanical watch. "A group of greedy bloodsuckers! We must earn an extra head fee!"

Inoshita Takaichi's headache, thinking that no one would dare to bargain with him when he was in the market, if it weren't for the damn port Mafia——

He shuddered, resentment and fear welling up in his heart, blocking the curse words in his throat.

"Please." The snake head's earnest and cautious voice came along with the footsteps of the two people, "We only have one cabin here, and the safekeeping is there."

The last passenger?Takashi Inoue was relieved, and he subconsciously glanced at the square instrument placed on the bedside. The small red dots flickered fiercely, like the tip of a laser pen damaged by a child.

This is the signal jammer he brought on board just in case, it has two functions of shielding the signal and retrieving the bug.

The blinking red dot means that the instrument has detected an instrument with wiretapping function.

"Fortunately, the range of signal interference is the entire ship." The assistant thought, "Who brought bugs on the stowaway? The plainclothes policeman or the unlucky ghost who was hunted down?"

He was curious, and Takashi Inoue felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

The man reached into his shirt and held the handle of the gun that was warmed by his body temperature.

The snake head jingled and took out the key, and opened the door of the cabin without knocking.

"boom!"

Ryuichi Inoshita pulled the trigger subconsciously in a state of intense vigilance, and the bullet was ejected and hit the door frame straight, splashing sawdust like splinters.

"Damn it, this is my boat!"

The snake head, who was used to fighting, rolled on the ground while cursing, and skillfully hid in the gap of the cabin, revealing the black-haired girl who was blocked behind him.

The first shot was unintentional, Ryuichi Inoshita regained his composure, and pointed the gun at the person standing at the door.

There was a snake head blocking it just now, and he didn't see the appearance of the visitor clearly.

A young and tall woman with cold white skin and straight and slender legs. The waistline outlined by the tunic skirt is unbelievably beautiful. The dark golden cat pupils looked over coldly.

Even in the dark and narrow cabin, the diamonds on her earlobe were dazzling.

The moment he met her eyes and saw himself in her eyes, Inoshita Ryuichi suddenly lost his mind.

The whole world was silent, only the sound of her approaching footsteps could be heard in his ears, the sound knocked on his empty heart, the bloody heart beating white mist, and the steam rushed out of the Tianling Gai from the throat.

He forgot to be afraid, to scream, to struggle.

He forgot everything and stared blankly at the approaching person.

The slightly cool hand touched the man's neck, which was soft and comfortable to the touch. Ryuichi Inoshita saw her tilt her head in confusion, as if wondering if he was not struggling.

He has a face that makes Osamu Dazai dazzle once in a while, but he doesn't know it.

Yamabuki Riri broke Ryuichi Inoshita's neck with his bare hands, and the belated scream was cut off in the throat.

She squinted her eyes happily because of her goal-cooperative attitude, like a happy cat flicking its tail after eating a small dried fish.

Cat, it is the kind that squats at the fisherman's feet, licks its paws and meows reservedly, which can make Twolegs willingly dedicate to her the few small fish fry he caught in a day's fishing, and feel ashamed The superior species that I don't give enough.

It is the cat's style to plunder resources with its beautiful appearance, and to finish the prey with sharp claws.

A style that makes people love it or hate it.

Riri Yamabuki turned his gaze to the assistant who was sitting on the ground trembling.

The task target given by Mori Ogai is only Ryuichi Inoshita, and his assistant is not within the scope of work of Riri Yamabuki.

There is no "other price" for killing him, she knows all about Mori Ogai's stinginess.

How about launching a buy one get one free promotion after a long absence?Yamabuki Riri thought hesitantly.

She didn't really want to give Mori Ogai a discount, black-hearted capitalists don't deserve discounts at all.

"I, I, I..." the assistant keenly sensed the chance of survival, "I have nothing to do with that guy! He didn't even give me my last month's salary!"

In a word, Riri Yamabuki empathized instantly.

Why bother to beat the workers!

"I won't kill you." Riri Yamabuki searched Ryuichi Soi, and threw his wallet to the assistant, "Let the snakehead take you away, and never come to Yokohama again."

Clutching the boss' wallet in a panic, the assistant didn't expect that he would escape death.

He looked at Riri Yamabuki who turned and left, and said mysteriously: "That! Do you know..."

"Do you know...you have a bug on you?"

The figure of Riri Yamabuki who was about to disappear around the corner froze in place, she raised her toes and tapped the ground lightly, and looked sideways, with half of her face hidden in the shadows.

Stared at by those inhuman and indifferent pupils, the assistant stammered and held up the signal jammer: "Here, the red dot is flashing—don't worry! The signal here has been blocked all the time, and I can't even receive text messages on my mobile phone due Come on, whoever eavesdrops on you can't hear anything."

He felt like he had broken through a shocking secret!

Please please please!The assistant said silently in his heart, don't affect mortals when you fight with gods!He is just a worker who accidentally knows too much!

"Eavesdropper?"

Riri Yamabuki raised his hand, and lightly twisted the broken diamond on his earlobe.

She said nonchalantly, "I see, thank you."

She didn't stay any longer, leaving the stuffy and cramped cabin.The sun illuminates the sparkling sea surface, as if large pieces of broken silver are sprinkled into the sea, shining brightly.

Riri Yamabuki leaned against the coastal railing, leaning on the silver-white metal pole with her elbows, letting the sea breeze blow her long black hair, revealing the star-like broken diamonds in her hair.

She only wore one piece of jewelry - earrings chosen by Osamu Dazai himself.

"No wonder..." The voice from the girl's lips was swept away by the sea breeze, like a lover's whisper.

No matter what.

The blood was licked away by the lips and tongue, and the moist and warm touch still lingered in the ears. The young man said to her with a lingering ending: "Be careful on the road."

Good one "be careful on the road".

Riri Yamabuki lowered his eyes and curled his lower lip lazily.

The wind swept away a light and light sneer, and crashed into pieces on the reef together with the waves.

The wooden door of the bar was pushed open by the same person for the second time today. The waiter who was wiping the glass raised his head, and the greeting in his mouth was stopped by the raised hand of the girl.

He bowed slightly and pushed a martini in silence.

A young girl who drinks alone always attracts attention in the bar. The young man sitting on the booth and paying attention to the bar for a long time asked his companion in a low voice: "Do you think she will talk to me if I go up to strike up a conversation?"

His words are humble, but his tone is arrogant, because of his young and handsome face and his rich and generous family background.

"Try?" The companion tilted his head and took a sip of wine, "I dare not, she is as cold as Siberia's winter."

The young man grabbed the goblet in his hand and walked towards the bar.

He didn't notice that at the moment he got up, nearly half of the audience's eyes seemed to be lingering on his neck, eyes, and heart.

"Alone?" He smiled friendly, "Mind if I sit here? Here's my business card."

The latter sentence was added unconsciously.

Looking closely at the young man, he realized how vivid the evaluation of "Winter in Siberia" was in the mouth of his companions. With her cold white skin and dark golden eyes, her indifference almost turned into substance, cutting like a blade.

The young man subconsciously took out his business card, every printed word on it was his proud capital.

When Riri Yamabuki saw the business card, he suddenly realized:

It's the financial backer who came to talk to her about business!

Although she agreed to Mori Ogai's invitation, she didn't say that she would not do private work, and that she could discuss business as long as the price was right.

Riri Yamabuki doesn't like to deal with people she is not interested in, except for her employer. She will try her best to leave a good trading experience for her employer within limited conditions, which is part of her professional ethics.

"I don't mind." Riri Yamabuki replied nicely, "Please sit down, I accept the business card."

Looking at the business card, it seems to be a businessman. Is it to let a competitor die unexpectedly, or secretly suppress a partner?She roughly guessed the content of the entrustment, and it was almost inseparable.

The young man sat down flattered: he was not rejected coldly!

It's an incredible start!

He took a sip of wine to suppress his shock, and began to talk tentatively.

She is very talkative, different from the coldness she shows, she is really good at talking, patient and gentle, can pick up jokes and jokes, her brain circuit is a bit weird but weird and cute.

The young man showed a misty smile unconsciously, and chatted happily.

The patron never said the content of the entrustment, but instead talked about some very boring topics, and Riri Yamabuki didn't mind this.

She has experienced the employer who chatted for three hours and treated the emotional shark hand as a psychiatrist and an intimate mother, experienced the employer who tried to lure her into MLM to make money together, experienced crying Didi singing while crying and hugging the bathroom of the guest house The employer who won't let go of the shower as a microphone... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

The person in front of him was just an ordinary Ba Liao among them.

It's not because Riri Yamabuki doesn't like to chat with people because she doesn't talk much.One is that not many people dare to chat with her, and the residents of Ikebukuro, Hakata basically have a "frightened" attitude towards her, and they can't chat with her at all.

The second is that people who dare to chat with her are very boring, and she is not willing to talk to them.For example, André Gide, a long-winded, very long-winded man, who claims that his guardian is as long-winded as an old lady; another example is Orihara Rinya, a man who is too malicious, chatting and chatting, gradually falling into beatings, and restless.

There is only one person who is not afraid, who can chat with her on an equal footing, and who doesn't make her feel awkward about boring topics. After counting, there is only one Dazai Osamu.

Xiaotu Zaizhi's death radar is as if he has become a spirit, always stuck on the alarm line, exciting and not stepping on the bottom line.Mingming and Orihara Rin are also troublemakers, but he is the only one who makes Yamabuki Riri find cute.

She is always tolerant of cuteness, like a person whose hand is being scratched by a cat, quite generously compromising.

Riri Yamabuki was fuzzy while responding to the employer who hadn't finished talking nonsense.

"...Can I leave a contact information?" The young man asked expectantly after finishing his speech, "My number is on the business card."

"Of course." How to pick up business without contact information, Riri Yamabuki reported a string of numbers indifferently, "Fill in 'Hakata' for the verification question."

"Are you from Bodo?" The young man said while adding friends, "Is it this 'Killer, please private message'? The nickname is so interesting."

Where's the fun?Ritsu Yamabuki doesn't understand, isn't her nickname the same style as "Learn about swimming and fitness"?Are you also interested in other people's job numbers?

"I, can I ask you out next time?" the young man hinted implicitly.

This employer really likes interviews. In fact, she prefers to go to work directly after chatting on the Internet. Otherwise, it is really a waste of time. Assassin is a job that pays attention to efficiency.

"Choose one night." Ritsu Yamabuki thought about it, "It's easy to do."

What, what!Is it progressing so fast? !The young man was so shocked that he was at a loss, and in an instant he made up many plots that could not pass the trial.

The employer blushed so hard that he was about to evaporate, Riri Yamabuki couldn't understand, and couldn't wait for him to regain his sanity.

The left and right business can't be done today, so why bother wasting time with the boring guy, there is a particularly fun cat waiting for her to go back and settle the score at home.

Riri Yamabuki opened the stool and stood up, shaking the business card between his fingers: "I accept it, and I will contact you if there is anything to do."

She stuffed the business card into the gap in her pocket casually, and left without looking back.

It’s not the time for Osamu Dazai to leave work. The working hours of the port Mafia have always been "based on 996, and strive towards 007."

Therefore, Riri Yamabuki did not expect that she would see Osamu Dazai at home.

——Osamu Dazai was waiting at home for her return.

Very strange, very ssr.

"Did you miss work?" Ritsuri Yamabuki was blocked by Osamu Dazai at the entrance and couldn't even change his shoes.

Leaning back against the back of the door to give herself room to breathe, she asked curiously, "Why, do you want to search me?"

Osamu Dazai hugged him involuntarily.

His thin chin rested on Riri Yamabuki's bare shoulders, clinging to her skin, and the black windbreaker draped over his shoulders almost completely enveloped the two of them. One hand wrapped around her waist, and the other reached out into her skirt pocket.

Ritsuri Yamabuki couldn't see Osamu Dazai's expression, but felt that he seemed to be very angry, the cold and puffy anger was burning, mixed with the faint fragrance of agarwood on his body, which made Ritsuri Yamabuki not understand why, but also felt cute.

She gave up resisting and let the bandaged hand reach into her pocket to search her body.

Osamu Dazai used two fingers to pinch out a business card with a faint scent of men's perfume.

"What is this?" He had a resentful look on his face that you actually raised other wild men outside behind my back, he was shocked and angry, and the energy of unwillingness and dissatisfaction was coming out of his bones.

Osamu Dazai couldn't believe it:

"Can he have me?"