But what did Dazai do wrong?

The weather is getting colder.

Summer is gone like the skirt of a goddess slowly pulling away, the bright red color is still on the retina, and the coolness comes with the breeze.

There were hot drinks on the vending machine, Riri Yamabuki stopped for a long time, and resolutely pressed the option of Nakabing orange soda.

"Kang Dang", the orange jar that fell into the pick-up was covered with fine moisture, and the hands were wet.

"I miss Russia so much." Riri Yamabuki opened the ring of the can, "In that kind of weather, bury the soda in the snow for an hour, shake it and break it, it will be a natural smoothie."

"Have you eaten it?" the person on the other end of the phone pondered, "Won't it turn into ice bricks?"

"No, I guess." Riri Yamabuki took a sip of the orange soda, "But I had a smoothie with Dazai last week, and I liked it."

And, Dazai, together.

André Gide, who was far away in England, suddenly had a toothache.

What a warm and beautiful love life, if the woman is not his leader and the man is not a high-level hostile organization, Andre has no objections at all!

It's a pity that there is no if, he has a lot of opinions!

"You and him..." Andre asked struggling, "do you get along well?"

"That depends on how you define 'good'." Riri Yamabuki thought while holding the orange soda in his hand, "I kissed and hugged him, and the date was very pleasant. I like him very much."

"However," she said lightly, "the first gift that Osamu Dazai gave me was earrings with bugs. The investigation of my past experience has not been interrupted since the first meeting. Ten sweet words and nine and a half sentences are all It's a test - if you take that as proof of 'getting along,' I'm fine with that."

Andre: I believe your evil.

Your love story is exciting enough.

"Osamu Dazai is suspicious of you?" His tone was serious.

"Actually," Riri Yamabuki shook the drink in the can.

"He never trusted me."

The momentary calm is just the dormancy before the deep blue sea engulfs the vortex, the calmer the sea, the colder and harder the depression under the iceberg.

"Come back if you can't." Andre frowned, "Come back to our base camp."

"I don't want to." Facing the person who has been his guardian, Riri Yamabuki will be more indulgent, not hiding his bad taste, "It's so interesting, these days in Yokohama are much more fun than in the past."

"The good show hasn't even started yet, how can the actors get away with it?"

She drank the last sip of orange soda, tightened her fingers inward and crumpled the can into a scrap iron, and threw it loosely into the open mouth of the trash can.

The sweet and sour taste lingers in the mouth.

It was something she hadn't tasted in the past 18 years.

"I have already left the laboratory three years ago, but I have always followed the rules they set for me."

Riri Yamabuki stroked the part of the wrist where the eye of the needle used to be, and stroked the blue veins with his fingertips: "The impact is still too deep."

She spent her childhood and adolescence in the laboratory, and spent the most important years in the formation of the Three Views. Even if all the blood is covered by cold snowflakes, some things are still engraved into the bone marrow.

So much so that she gave three years more money to the glucose profiteers in Bodo.

Damn, just thinking about it makes me angry.

The fallen leaves fluttered down the street, and the sunlight fell through the sparse branches, printing golden spots on the ground, like pairs of eyes looking at the world.

Ritsuri Yamabuki stared at it for a while, then she suddenly remembered that she had a pair of golden pupils like the sun in her memory, which was a rare bright color in Xuebai's memory.

[Little bird locked in a cage, hello, are you working diligently for the person who raised you today? 】

On the other side of the glass wall, a little boy with white hair was lying on the glass with a smile, his mouth was exaggerated.

The young Riri Yamabuki looked at him coldly. The boy had a pair of golden eyes, like the dazzling sunshine on the snowy field, the contradiction between coldness and brilliance merged.

His hair is long and tied into a small braid at the back of his head. The boy always smiles exaggeratedly, he is a rare exception in the laboratory.

Apart from Yamabuki Riri, he is the most outlier.

There is little friendship between the experimental subjects, and their fates are very different due to individual differences, and they can't even empathize with each other, and they walk away without squinting when they meet occasionally.

All the experimental subjects know Yamabuki Riri, the supreme treasure in the doctor's mouth, and the alien who is respected by those who study them as experimental subjects.

Riri Yamabuki didn't know many people, not to mention the boy had a very long Russian name that was difficult to pronounce.

But, thanks to those beautiful eyes, she remembered him.

The black-haired girl stopped by the corridor, separated by a layer of glass, and said calmly, "You are the one locked up."

"Gogol."

The boy with white hair and blond eyes made a surprised grimace, as if he didn't expect that Riri Yamabuki, who never paid attention to anyone, would respond to him, or as if he had expected this day.

"No." The boy pressed his face against the glass, his facial features squeezed into a flat ball, which was ridiculous.

"People who don't even have self-awareness can't fly into the narrow sky without being locked in a cage."

His golden eyes are treacherous like snake pupils.

In the snow-white room, in the snow-white corridor, people with similar but different fates at both ends of the glass look at each other.

Riri Yamabuki remembered that she opened her mouth to say something, but a figure flashed out at the end of the corridor calling her: "Miss Yamabuki, the doctor is looking for you."

She saw her past self turn sideways and leave the transparent room where Gogol was imprisoned step by step.

The boy smiled and watched her go away.

Out of the corner of his eye, his lips twitched and he uttered a word - "little bird".

Inexplicable dialogues, inexplicable encounters, in a short moment, perhaps shorter than a microsecond, Riri Yamabuki glimpsed freedom - the vast sky and endless snow, and the wind passing through the thorns.

No one expected that the second meeting between her and Gogol would be that scene.

The snow-white walls were splashed with blood, and the sky was covered with dazzling red. The scarlet warning bell was deafening, and the beeping sound of the camera rang in the ears like a urging death.

"Run!" The terrified voice echoed in the corridor, "Number 1 is crazy! She's out of control!"

"Let other experimental subjects intercept her! Be sure to stop her!"

The glass door in front of Gogol seemed to be pulled open by an invisible hand, and it was slammed into the door slot with a bang, causing the glass to vibrate uncontrollably.

The white-haired boy had a strange smile on his face. He walked out of the room humming an unknown song, and looked at the blood in the corridor, smiling more and more heartily.

"Intercept No. 1, if necessary - kill her."

Gogol glanced at the instructions issued on the wristband, he tore off the nailed wristband, and casually threw the wristband into the green dill in the corridor in a flowerpot.

It is a serious crime for an experimental subject to take off the monitoring bracelet without permission, and will be locked up in a confinement room for torture, or may be assigned to act as a guinea pig in a fatal experiment, except for a very small number of people with special status in the laboratory.

For example, Riri Yamabuki, she doesn't need to wear a bracelet.

"Even your sweetheart is willing to kill, it seems that you have played too much." Gogol turned his head and spoke to the invisible people, "Didn't they always regard you as the most obedient baby?"

"Do you want to carry out the doctor's order?" Riri Yamabuki stepped out of the shadows and threw the corpse aside.

The black-haired girl looked indifferent, neither the excitement and joy after the betrayal, nor the excitement and excitement after the killing.

No one could understand why she suddenly and radically rebelled against everything after being obedient for 15 years.

Across the long corridor, there was a pure smile in Gogol's golden eyes.

"No, I'm congratulating you."

"Congratulations on our freedom."

The fire destroyed everything, and the Russian winter was full of snow, which could not quench the raging fire.

Only Gogol didn't stop Shanbuki Riri, so she left him alone.

Gogol found a cloak in the laboratory, and his ability can transmit many strange things through the cloak as a medium.

The white-haired boy said that he wanted to become an excellent clown magician. If he could find a stable job in the circus, Riri Yamabuki agreed to support him.

Two people from different paths separated at the door of the laboratory.

The winter is very cold, and the biting cold hits the skin, as if a thousand needles are piercing.

The thin body of the young man covered in wind and snow gradually drifted away in the eyes of Riri Yamabuki, turning into small black dots and being swallowed by the whiteness.

Riri Yamabuki withdrew his gaze and walked to the completely opposite side.

She was 15 years old this year, and the trajectory of her life was changed drastically.

A month later, Riri Yamabuki met Mimic and was adopted by André Gide;

Two years later, she wandered between Ikebukuro and Hakata, and met all kinds of people.

Three years later, she came to Yokohama.

Riri Yamabuki is not afraid of the cold. She is used to the winter in Russia and doesn't care about the coolness of Yokohama's autumn.

Gogol's figure covered by the wind and snow flashed in front of her eyes, Ritsu Yamabuki thought about it, and felt that Dazai Osamu should be the type who is afraid of the cold.

Her boyfriend writes the word "weak" on his face all the time, like a delicate flower that needs careful care.

On the side of the road, there are old people setting up a stall to buy fried chestnuts with sugar. The faint burnt aroma mixed with fireworks, rolls up the withered and yellow leaves on the street.

Riri Yamabuki bought a bag of hot chestnuts and held them in his hand.

She ate while shopping, peeling very slowly. The golden chestnuts were sweet and glutinous, full of the breath of autumn.

"I can smell the smell of fried chestnuts!"

Riri Yamabuki entered the door with a paper bag in his arms, Osamu Dazai, who was on vacation on the weekend, sprinted from the sofa to the entrance in a blink of an eye: "Chestnut chestnut~"

Osamu Dazai firmly blocked the way into the house, with the expression of a bandit who wouldn't let him go if he didn't pay for the road money.

In a sense, it fits his identity as Mafia.

"Shock!The high-level job of the port Mafia is actually a bandit! "

"Here, take it." Yamabuki Riri patted the paper bag in Dazai Osamu's arms, and while taking her own cat-head slippers from the shoe rack, she reached into her pocket and took out a small black bottle.

"What's this?" Osamu Dazai rummaged through the chestnuts with the paper bag in his hand, and poked his head curiously.

"Nail polish, pure black." Riri Yamabuki unscrewed the black bottle cap, "I saw someone selling it on the side of the road, and I want to try painting it."

It is mainly because of the advertisement slogans "Irresistible temptation for young women" and "The most popular and careful decoration" hanging on the stalls that attracted Riri Yamabuki.

She wants to have what ordinary girls have!

Never miss any chance to blend in with normal people!

Riri Yamabuki sat on the sofa, with one leg bent, and she rolled up her trousers, revealing her snow-white feet.

It's not easy to paint your own toenails. Riri Yamabuki rested his chin on his knees and stared intently at the thick black liquid on the small brush.

Just paint it on, right?

It's okay to be uneven, right?

It doesn't matter if you apply it crookedly on your skin... right?

Osamu Dazai watched helplessly as the girl on the sofa painted her nails with clumsy hands, flicked here and there, so clumsy that he couldn't stand it.

Knowing that she is handicapped in playing games, I never thought that she would be so handicapped.

If you continue to misfortune, the white hooves will turn into black hooves.

"I'll do it." Dazai Osamu sighed, leaned over and took the small brush from Riri Yamabuki's hand.

He pinched the girl's slender ankles, squatted halfway in front of her, and wiped the black under her nails with a wet tissue.

"It's so difficult." Riri Yamabuki looked serious, "Do other girls have to suffer such a severe test every day? It's so difficult to be a normal person."

"Normal girls wouldn't paint like you." Osamu Dazai's tone was sneering, and he compromised as if he couldn't do anything about her.

His eyelashes drooped, and he held the small brush intently, gently applying a layer of nail polish.

cold.

It's weirdly cool, Riri Yamabuki didn't feel anything when he painted it by himself, but now it's so clear.

The nail polish was cold, and the skin on the ankle held by Osamu Dazai was hot.

Perhaps because he was afraid that she would not be able to paint well if she moved around, Osamu Dazai pinched her very hard, his slender fingers were tense, and the raised arc was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Riri Yamabuki looked down at Osamu Dazai's hair for a while, wiped her hands with a wet tissue, and picked up the paper bag of chestnuts on the coffee table.

The chestnuts whose outer shells are roasted until they are burnt, crack when broken, and can be easily peeled off to form a complete shape, which looks like a little waxy sun when pinched at the fingertips.

Riri Yamabuki pinched the chestnut and touched Dazai Osamu's lips, the downcast boy opened his lips, the tip of his tongue swept away the waxy chestnut from her fingertips, and his cheeks bulged into a small ball.

Looks very good.

So obedient that he tricked her into taking away all the chestnuts she peeled.

Osamu Dazai didn't just lie to Lizi to eat and not work, his subordinates did a very good job.

Riri Yamabuki's disobedient little brush was deftly pressed into a fan shape in Dazai Osamu's hands, covering the nude-colored nails evenly.

The pitch-black color covered the pale pink fingertips, forming a shocking contrast with the snow-white insteps, making the girl's skin pale and morbid, with pale blue blood vessels spreading on it, and an indescribable sadistic desire suddenly rushed to Dazai Heal the heart.

She clearly had the appearance of a bird in a cage, suitable for wearing thin silver chains on her ankles, staying quietly and obediently in a cage covered with feathers and silk.

The appearance of the canary.

The inside of a humanoid self-propelled nuclear weapon.

... so touching.

Because it is too difficult, it is more emotional.

A man's desire to conquer is a strange desire. Sometimes it is as strong as a prairie fire, burning people restlessly and restlessly;

The burning desire may turn into a calm undercurrent, and the cold pool water may also set off monstrous waves.

——Only the mood of "wanting" will not change.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai loosened his grip on Riri Yamabuki's ankle, and he tightened the cap of the nail polish bottle little by little, "Just wait until it dries up."

Riri Yamabuki looked at her pure black nails curiously, and she carefully touched the skin around the nails, where there was no nail polish at all.

what happened!Why can't she paint it herself?

Riri Yamabuki can barely admit that her talent in playing games is not as good as expected, but she never believes that she can't apply small nail polish well!

She is the No. 1 mercenary in the industry, a master of crafts!How could it be possible to lose to a civilian player like Osamu Dazai!

"I got it." Shanbuki Riri suddenly realized, "I understand the reason for my failure."

Yeah?Have you finally realized that your handicraft level is not as good as that of kindergarten students?

Osamu Dazai was very pleased.

"The reason for my failure is—human beings! You can't paint your nails by yourself!"

Riri Yamabuki turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai, and said with great certainty: "If I were to paint others, it would definitely be better than you."

Osamu Dazai doesn't like to hear these words, his competitive spirit does not allow him to accept the ridiculous remarks of the enemy!

How dare you look down on the Little Prince Unlocking Yokohama!The handmade ceiling is exactly him!

"Lyuri-chan, don't be too confident in yourself." The Great Onmyoji Dazai Osamu came back out of the arena, and he said eccentrically, "Do you still remember who stayed up late to clear the game for you that I played for two hours without passing the teaching level?" ?”

It's him—he is omnipotent, ingenious, beautiful, and kind-hearted!

"Are games and nail polish the same thing?" Riri Yamabuki was dissatisfied, "Are you looking down on me?"

Osamu Dazai, not very daring.

To tell the truth, but to be killed.

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Osamu Dazai admitted defeat, but his eyes clearly said: He was forced!His soul did not yield!You can't get his heart!

To deal with this kind of pragmatists who don’t see the coffin and don’t shed tears, bah, it’s useless to talk about it, you have to produce irrefutable evidence.

Riri Yamabuki said coldly, "Stretch out your hand."

Osamu Dazai: "Huh?"

"Don't you believe that I can paint it well?" Riri Yamabuki unscrewed the cap of the nail polish bottle, hooked his fingers at Osamu Dazai, "Come on, stretch out your hand, we see is believing."

No need! ! !

Osamu Dazai was frightened when he saw the pure black nail polish.

"No...no need." Osamu Dazai stepped back in small steps, "How could I not believe in Riri-chan? You are the best!"

He said righteously: "I suddenly remembered that there is another document left in the office, I will go get it now, and Lili sauce will wait for me to come back—"

Riri Yamabuki interrupted Osamu Dazai ruthlessly: "It's okay, soon, it's not too late for you to go to work after painting."

Is this a problem with work?

This is a matter of dignity!

Osamu Dazai will never give in - even though he has given in to Riri Yamabuki countless times, this time he must prove it to her!His soul is indomitable!His will is impeccable!The threat of violence from the enemy cannot destroy his rock-solid faith!

He wants her to know: there is no threat that cannot be overcome, only the brave and fearless Xiaotu Zaizhi!

Tutu is so cute, why do you persecute Tutu!He wants to resist, he wants to revolution, he wants to change his lowest family status!

Come on Osamu Dazai, bravely say no to evil forces!

"It's getting late, Mr. Dazai probably won't come today."

Ango Sakaguchi took a sip of iced tomato juice and said to Sakunosuke Oda.

Lupine was as quiet as ever, and Oda Sakunosuke picked up the wine glass containing the ice puck: "Dazai usually comes on weekends."

"That was before." Ango Sakaguchi said firmly, "He has a girlfriend now."

Love changes so many people, maybe Osamu Dazai still has access control at home.

The logic of couples is by no means something that single dogs can guess.

"What you said makes sense." Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "But Dazai has already arrived."

He heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Good evening." Osamu Dazai greeted them with a forced smile, "Odasaku, Ango, it's great that you are all here, I have something to ask."

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, and the lenses flashed a sharp white light: "Before you help, Dazai-kun, please tell me, why do you keep both hands in your sleeves?"

Oda Sakunosuke: "Are you afraid of the cold? Dazai, your body may be a little weak."

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, and changed the topic back: "You promise to help me first, and I'll talk about it later."

Suspicious, very suspicious.Ango Sakaguchi was about to point out Osamu Dazai's malicious intentions with his meticulous logic, when he heard Sakunosuke Oda nodded calmly: "Okay."

Ango Sakaguchi: Mr. Odasaku!Don't promise him!You can tell it's not a good thing at a glance!

After hearing the answer, Osamu Dazai slowly took his right hand out of his pocket.

The posture of his right hand is very strange, five fingers are clenched into a fist, the thumb is wrapped in the palm, and the other four fingers are close to the skin, not even a little fingernail is exposed.

Osamu Dazai loosened his palm a little, and the small black glass bottle fell on the bar.

After finishing all this, he quickly put his hands back into his pockets, raised his chin and pointed to the nail polish on the bar: "Which one of you will come first?"

"What comes first?" An ominous premonition enveloped Sakaguchi Ango.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and said in a calm tone: "That's right, I'm going to hold an interesting event at the headquarters and invite everyone to participate. Ango and Oda Saku are the first guinea pigs. Please use the power of the little white mouse bravely!"

Oda Sakunosuke: "Suddenly changed from a human to a rat, so suddenly."

Ango Sakaguchi: "Are you referring to the event—"

"That's right!" Osamu Dazai smiled, "It's a battle royale game where I was forced to put on nail polish after I saw it. Those who didn't put on nail polish before the end of the game will be taken to Tokyo Bay for everyone's fun. "

"How is it fun? The game will start tomorrow. In order for Ango and Oda Tsukuru to survive the cruel game, I decided to open the back door for you and let you get the clearance pass in advance! Isn't it very considerate and polite righteousness?"

Sakaguchi Ango's indifferent face: Then you are awesome.

"Dazai-kun." Ango Sakaguchi is worthy of being a super-class infiltrator, and his psychological quality and logical reasoning ability are terrifyingly strong. He pointed out sharply: "Do you know how to play this game?"

"Of course." Osamu Dazai had an expression that of course I would share weal and woe with you if I have such a conscience.

"In that case," Ango Sakaguchi said decisively, "show us your hand."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

No, no, isn't he the legendary intellectual ceiling?Why did Ango find loopholes in his seamless rhetoric!

Ango Sakaguchi: "It's just reaching out, what's wrong?"

Oda Sakunosuke: "Dazai, it's a little suspicious."

"If you don't want to reach out, we won't force you." Ango Sakaguchi turned to the boss who was quietly wiping the glass, "Boss, give Dazai-kun a glass of iced whiskey."

The steaming wine was pushed in front of Dazai Osamu whose eyes were gradually dying, and Ango Sakaguchi raised his glass: "Come on, Dazai-kun, let's toast, just like every time we usually toast."

Osamu Dazai slowly, slowly retracted his hands into his sleeves, stretched out two arms that looked like emperor penguins, and held up the slippery wine glass with difficulty.

"Come on, cheers."

Ango Sakaguchi: As for it? As for it, I would rather become a penguin than reach out, what happened to you?

Naturally, Oda Sakunosuke also found something wrong, he hesitated and asked worriedly: "Dazai, did your hand--was amputated? Who did it?"

Osamu Dazai: Is this what friends care about?It's warm enough :)

Dazai knows Oda Sakunosuke very well. If he can't prove that his hands are on his arms properly, Oda Saku will really think that he has amputated his limbs and believes it.

Don't be like this, his life is enough comedy, don't add bricks to the joke.

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, his voice was extremely cold, even colder than when he was torturing the enemy in the interrogation room, and said in the tone of Mr. Dazai who was frightened by countless people after hearing it:

"This is a secret, are you ready to know the price of it?"

Osamu Dazai very much hoped that his friend would retreat in the face of difficulties, but he found painfully that these two people were not only not afraid, but also showed a urging look of "Hurry up".

Damn it, where did his majesty go?Don't you have a shred of respect for your high-level bosses!

Osamu Dazai reluctantly shook his sleeves, and while stretching out his hand, he warned: "I have a disease that kills me when I hear others laughing, you'd better..."

"puff."

It was as if the sound of a flat tire was soft but clear like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

"Pfft hahahahaha!"

"Your hands... ha ha ha ha... very beautiful, I am very sincerely praising you Dazai-kun, believe me it is really beautiful ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"That's great, Dazai, it's great that you and your girlfriend can get along well, I'll try my best not to laugh... Poof, I'm sorry, I couldn't do it."

Osamu Dazai looked blankly at the two people at the bar who were laughing so hard that they were about to fall off their seats, and then looked down at his own ten black fingers.

Amidst the hahahaha laughter, Osamu Dazai suddenly realized.

There is really no warmth in this decaying oxidized world.