But what did Dazai do wrong?

Thanks to the air conditioner and the power supply, Osamu Dazai did not catch a cold.

He's actually not that weak, but compared to Riri Yamabuki who still doesn't take it seriously after being soaked in cold water for an hour in autumn and winter, he is very weak.

Caught catching a cold while working overtime, making things worse and worse, Yamabuki Riri didn't dare to think about it.

How can there be a worse job than having a doctor as your immediate boss?Riri Yamabuki has no doubts that Mori Ogai can even do the trick of letting his subordinates beat the bottle while approving documents.

This hateful black-hearted capitalist has no lower limit to his conscience!

"Why didn't you go to the headquarters today?" Riri Yamabuki bit the white bread with raspberry sauce, and added two spoonfuls of honey to the hot milk.

After a month, the two owners of the house finally appeared at the dining table of the apartment at the same time.

"I've been working overtime for a month, can't I have a day off?" Osamu Dazai was half-lying on the table, with an unconscious expression on his face.

He pushed his cup to Riri Yamabuki in exchange for a few spoonfuls of honey she added.

"Your work is over?" Yamabuki Riri took a sip of hot milk, with a milk mustache on his lips.

"No." Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth pretentiously, and smiled horribly, a creepy person that could make Mori Ogai's conscience hurt, "At least one more month of work."

It's so miserable, so miserable, two consecutive months of overtime hell, it's simply not a human life.

"Then you should get a good night's sleep today." Riri Yamabuki said pertinently, "Why do you wake up so early?"

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on the table, stretched out his index finger to touch the top of the boiled egg, and let it circle around the plate.

He stared at the spinning arc, and said a little listlessly: "I can't sleep."

Mental labor is far more tiring than physical labor. Constant deduction, analysis, decision-making, assignment of tasks, formulation of tactics, and lack of thinking... There is no one to share the burden. If a detail is wrong, the whole game will be lost. Thinking about countermeasures against the enemy all the time .

As soon as Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, his mind was full of intricate data, his nerves were tired and excited, like a mass of rampaging embers, burning endlessly even if he consumed his life.

He counted the sheep all night with his eyes open, counting himself so hungry that he really wanted to eat the whole roasted sheep.

"What does Riri-chan do when he can't sleep?" Osamu Dazai buried his head in his arms, only showing one eye to look at her.

"Me? Drink, or read poetry." Riri Yamabuki took a small bite of the soft white bread with his lips pressed against it, "I have a lot of poetry collections, do you want to read them?"

When a professional killer can't sleep, he actually writes poems under the watchful eyes of the night and the starry sky. The contrast is really great.

Osamu Dazai shook his head vigorously, he didn't want to eat this overly artistic Amway.

"I rarely can't sleep." Her sleep quality has always been very good, and she doesn't choose the location or time.

Riri Yamabuki put down the knife for wiping the jam, resting his chin with one hand: "I have to talk about a particularly difficult night... I had it once when I was very young."

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, with an expression of wanting to hear the story.

Riri Yamabuki finished eating the bread, peeled the shell of the egg for Osamu Dazai, and put the boiled egg on his plate: "After eating, go brush your teeth again, I will tell you a bedtime story to lull you to sleep."

Osamu Dazai has never had the experience of being unable to fall asleep and being coaxed by someone. He was looking forward to it. He tidied himself up obediently and lay down in the quilt.

Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai have always slept in separate rooms, and occasionally she would huddle on the sofa for a night because of playing games all night, and she hardly stepped into Osamu Dazai's room.

Osamu Dazai's room is very simple, without any superfluous items.The only popular decoration is the cursed mummy ornament that he insisted on from Riri Yamabuki. It is placed on the bedside table neatly, and it seems that he really likes it.

In the center of the room was a dark-colored bed, which was big enough for two people to sleep on.

Osamu Dazai lay down, lifted the quilt and patted his side, giving half of the pillow to Riri Yamabuki.

"I won't sleep." She shook her head and pulled the curtains of the room tightly, and the room fell into sticky darkness.

Osamu Dazai's black hair was spread out messily on the pillow. He was lying on his side, arching his head to Riri Yamabuki's legs, closing his eyelashes and breathing evenly.

Riri Yamabuki half sat and half leaned on the head of the bed, casually rubbed the ends of Osamu Dazai's hair with his fingertips, searching for a memory in his mind.

"...It was a very long time ago, when my pain sensation had not completely disappeared, I was sent to perform a mission."

Her voice was soft, like the wind blowing through the steel jungle of the city.

"My target is a very powerful supernatural user. I chased him and ran halfway through the city. During hand-to-hand combat, a hole the size of a bowl was pulled out of his abdomen, and half of his body was bleeding. After I disposed of the corpse, I don't know How to get back to the laboratory, I had to huddle with a wild cat behind the trash can and wait for rescue."

"...It must be very painful." Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, his eyes traced the scars left by her past through a layer of clothes.

"It hurts, but not the worst." Riri Yamabuki covered his eyes and let him sleep, "It hurts even more when my ability takes effect."

"The cells repaired themselves little by little, and the flesh and blood pulled and tore the nerves apart. I thought there were ants crawling into my wound, and I lowered my head to tear the wound even further. It was still very itchy."

"I can't stand the itching, and I have no choice but to lie on the ground and suffer." She gently plucked Osamu Dazai's eyelashes, "The wild cat curled up around my neck to keep warm, and I counted its tails one by one. Beard, after counting, I want to sleep but can't sleep, I can only look up at the sky."

"The sky is full of cold stars." The girl seemed to recall that scene again, and cold air poured into her heart and lungs.

"I hid in the gap between two tall buildings. A huge steel forest rose from the sky on the left and right. Behind me was a dead end full of spider webs. Three side-by-side black trash cans stood in front of me."

"Looking from the bottom to the top, climbing, the line of sight is endlessly climbing, until it extends to a place beyond the sight, where is the foothold of freedom and wind."

She almost whispered: "At that time, I really wanted to become the wind, dissipate in the collision of glass and steel, and be resurrected beside some dim star."

Perhaps the seed called freedom was planted in my heart that day, watered with flesh and blood day after night, and finally blossomed in the dead land covered with ice and snow.

"Can't sleep? Imagine yourself as a gust of wind, slipping away from your sleeves, blowing up the buds of roses, passing ripples on the surface of the water, and finally going to an infinite place..."

The girl's voice was like a wisp of green smoke curling up from an incense burner. Osamu Dazai's consciousness was a little blurred and drifted up a little bit. He was mixed into the smoke, like a drop of water falling into a stream.

When he woke up again, he was alone in bed.

Osamu Dazai rolled slowly on the pillow, buried face down in the soft fabric.

White peach, ice and snow, and sinking water, the three aromas are harmoniously mixed together, and the smell is not clear.

White peach is a fragrance bought by Riri Yamabuki. She especially loves the peach scent. Her hair and skin are filled with the clear and sweet scent of white peach. Even Osamu Dazai is covered in peach fragrance.

Now he has zero success rate in going to the bar to chat up his beautiful sister, and the clear white peach fragrance is like a link mark, no matter whether he and Riri Yamabuki are standing together, they are all classified as colleagues in the same field.

Ice and snow are her own smell, cold, cold, and there is a trace of blood that cannot be concealed.Agarwood incense is Dazai Osamu's own smell, he can't smell it, but Riri Yamabuki likes it and has praised it more than once.

The time displayed on the electronic screen was seven o'clock the next morning. The sun came later in autumn and winter than in summer, and it was bright now.

Osamu Dazai opened the heavy blackout curtains, and buttoned his shirt one by one in the morning light.

He put on Port Mafia's signature black suit, picked up the tie that had slipped from the hanger, and gestured to the mirror, but did not tie it as usual.

Osamu Dazai walked out of the bedroom holding his tie, and knocked on the door of Riri Yamabuki's room next door.

The sound of black cat-haired slippers stepping on the carpet gradually approached. Riri Yamabuki opened the door and looked at Osamu Dazai with raised eyebrows: "I'm still thinking about whether to wake you up, the biological clock is very accurate."

"I can't help it. I'm back in the arms of working overtime again today." Dazai Osamu spread his palms, and the tie unfolded from his palms. "I can actually get two months of perfect attendance awards. Mr. Mori will be so moved that he will cry."

"He should give you a raise." Riri Yamabuki glanced at the tie in Dazai Osamu's palm, and then met his smiling eyes.

She picked up the tie and put it on Dazai Osamu's neck on tiptoe, wrapping her plain white fingertips twice, and tied the beautiful bow tie neatly on the suit.

"Yes, if I don't get a raise, I'll go to his office to make trouble." Osamu Dazai held Riri Yamabuki's fingertips and kissed them on his lips.

Today's boyfriend is cookie flavored.

"I'll go visit the class." Riri Yamabuki leaned against the door frame, letting him kiss his fingertips, "Before you get overwhelmed by work."

The sweetness of the cookies suddenly dropped by three percentage points, it must have been infected with the bitterness of life.

Riri Yamabuki always keeps her word, and when she went to visit the class, Osamu Dazai was really on the verge of being overwhelmed by work.

"Have you converted to the 'If you don't go to get off work, you don't have to go to work' created by Sakaguchi-kun?"

Riri Yamabuki went to visit Mafia at the port with crab meat rice and matcha Daifuku, and caught a Dazai Osamu with faint eyes and faint breath on the office chair.

Ango Sakaguchi said: Life is for working overtime!As long as I don't go to get off work, I don't have to go to work!

This remark shocked all the friends who heard it. Is this the consciousness of the chosen social animal?What a profound realm!

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai was tortured by work so hard to speak, "Ango has been preaching for so many years, how can I not support his cult career as a friend..."

The handsome black-haired boy was lying on the table, with a white document stuck to his profile.He looked thinner and weaker than before, with a sickly complexion, a few strands of the bandage on his neck had fallen off, and the exposed skin was almost transparent white, giving off a very sick and gloomy feeling.

One could tell at a glance that his energy had been sucked dry by the little goblin working overtime.

"What have you been up to lately? It's been two months and you haven't finished."

Riri Yamabuki lifted the paper cover of the matcha Daifuku, held a soft dumpling dipped in glutinous rice flour, and handed it to Dazai Osamu.

"Do you want me to kill someone for you? Boyfriend price is [-]% off."

"Hum..." Osamu Dazai kept his face on the table, opened his mouth and took a bite of the dumpling that was fed to his mouth, chewing vaguely with his bulging cheeks, "At least give me a half-fold. .”

"Good idea." Riri Yamabuki replied peacefully, she stuffed the whole dumpling into Osamu Dazai's mouth, blocking his shameless words.

Osamu Dazai glanced at her dissatisfiedly, and did not forget to swallow the dumpling in his mouth.

He licked the corner of his lips stained with glutinous rice flour: "More."

Ritsuri Yamabuki fed him another dumpling.

Through a glass door, several deadly heads sneaked out of Osamu Dazai's office.

"Wow, it's been two months, and we are finally saved." Osamu Dazai's subordinate cried with joy, and said with a trembling heart, "I will always love Ms. Riri! Ms. Riri is my god!"

It has been two months, and every time he works overtime, Mr. Dazai’s resentment is like a peerless monster, making them tremble and dare not speak out. The low air pressure on the whole floor makes people breathless, and everyone is afraid to bring their own asthma medicine at work. .

And today!The sky in Port Mafia is blue!The cold wind in Siberia finally stopped patronizing the poor ones!

Even in winter, their hearts are as warm as the scorching sun!

Osamu Dazai only had a good face when Riri Yamabuki came to visit the class. After he finished eating his favorite hot crab meat rice, his mood improved visibly.

"Come back to life." Osamu Dazai put down the spoon contentedly.

Yamabuki Riri didn't understand his nostalgia: "Doesn't this crab meat restaurant deliver takeaways from Mafia at the port?"

Could it be that the vicinity of the port Mafia is full of dangers, and the enemy is always ready to poison the takeaway or pretend to be a delivery boy to enter the headquarters to assassinate?

It's a bloody life. Even Hakata, where professional killers walk everywhere, is a little more harmonious than Yokohama.

This year's battle for the most unlivable cities in the country has ended ahead of schedule, and Bodo withdrew from the finals.

Dazai Osamu: "...It's not, because it's the crab meat rice delivered by my sister."

"What", "Well", "Sister", all elements of yin and yang are complete.

Great Onmyoji Osamu Dazai activates his skills——[I have never seen such a puzzled person].

Miss!

Riri Yamabuki did not get his hidden complaints and coquettishness, and the straight girl of steel successfully avoided the harm of the Great Onmyoji!

So angry, but I can't beat her, so angry.

Seeing that Osamu Dazai fell into a sulking state for no reason, Yamabuki Riri comforted him, "I will bring you crab meat rice next time. In fact, it is not impossible to deliver it every day, but..."

She nodded her chin at the stack of paperwork piled up on the desk: "Will you not delay your work? How long will you be working overtime today?"

Osamu Dazai picked up the pen and twirled it around with his fingertips. With a click, the metal pen fell on the table, making a strike sound.

"Sister, save me." Osamu Dazai said weakly, "I'm so weak and I'm going to be crushed by work."

Before Ritsuri Yamabuki could ask, Osamu Dazai dumped out the truth about his being forced to work unlimited overtime for two months like taking out garbage.

As we all know, Xiaotu Zaizhi is a super high school-level fishing expert. He will use methods including but not limited to: cheat Zhongyuan Zhongya to write a mission report for him, squeeze Sister Hongye's subordinates, push the pot to cadre A, directly Throwing the documents on Mori Ogai's desk and running away by himself, etc., frantically fished for fish.

Therefore, it stands to reason that he shouldn't have worked overtime for so long, he should have run away long ago.

Unless, there is something that can only be done by Dazai Osamu, must be done by Dazai Osamu, and no one else can do it except him.

"Does Riri-chan know the devil? The devil, Fyodor, is a rat in the gutter."

Osamu Dazai opened the drawer and searched for it. While searching, he said, "Thanks to him, I can't even laugh while watching "Tom and Jerry" now."

Jerry, what did cute Jerry do wrong?Jerry, why are you a mouse!

This is really miserable.Riri Yamabuki completely understood Dazai Osamu's hostility towards Majin in an instant.

The enemy who took away the source of happiness must use blood to repay the blasphemy of "Tom and Jerry"!

Osamu Dazai took out a photo from the drawer, stuck it on the table with his back facing, and pushed it to Riri Yamabuki.

"Majin Fyodor provided consulting services to the anti-port Mafia organization in Yokohama."

Osamu Dazai said coldly, his voice tinged with the indelible smell of blood, just as he stood at the door of the torture room that day, wiping the blood on his fingertips with a white handkerchief: "The mob united and caused me a lot of trouble."

"Consulting service... like Professor Moriarty?" Riri Yamabuki held down the photo, flicked it with his fingertips, and turned it over gently.

"I don't want to play the role of detective." Osamu Dazai complained.

Fyodor is a very dedicated villain, and he started to make trouble on the first day he came to Yokohama.

Not long after the Dragon Head War, Yokohama is slowly stabilizing. Port Mafia is stabilizing its position while attacking organizations that are unwilling to surrender. Everything is on the right track.

Until the mouse intervened, the plan was completely interrupted.The loose sand that had been fleeing under Mafia at the port gathered around Fyodor, like a pair of invisible hands fiddled with a chessboard, and the peaceful appearance under the sky stirred up waves again.

As a result, Osamu Dazai worked overtime for more than two months, and was on the verge of resigning every day.

He and Fyodor fought inseparably behind the scenes, and the field of thinking went from the basement to the ceiling, and finally broke through the atmosphere and launched into outer space all the way, reaching a height that ordinary people cannot match.

Ogai Mori can't let Osamu Dazai off work, because after Osamu Dazai left, no one in Mafia at the port can match Fyodor's IQ—yes, no one can do it except Osamu Dazai, and neither can Mori Ogai.

Mortals can't get involved in the realm of the gods, and working overtime is the fate of the invincible.

Yamabuki Riri can't help Osamu Dazai, why use your brain when you can do it?Osamu Dazai's brain twists and turns and makes nine bends and eighteen bends. She is not afraid of knots, but she is still afraid.

"How about this." Ritsu Yamabuki thought about it, and felt that it was shameful for her boyfriend to work overtime for two months because of other wild men. She suggested, "Shall I kill him for you?"

When a person is dead, his brain can no longer think. Whether he is in the atmosphere or outer space, the most direct method is always the most effective method.

"If only it were so easy." Osamu Dazai pointed to the cold Russian man wrapped in a white bear in the photo, "I can't find his foothold at all, a rat running around in the sewer."

Riri Yamabuki picked up the photo and looked at it carefully.

Thin, cold, Russian—her DNA moved.

Isn't this the heat stroke reserve she met in Maoca?

If the key words are Russians who drink vodka for winter swimming, Russians who tear bears with bare hands, and Russians who run naked in the snow, Riri Yamabuki will definitely not remember it for a while.

But she has only seen one Russian who is so afraid of the cold that he wraps up in the shape of heatstroke in autumn.Like the brightest star in the night sky, you will never be mistaken.

Now that it's winter, does this friend have to wrap himself in bear skins to survive?

Maybe the last time I met him in Maoca was not an accident, I'm afraid he came to scout the enemy's situation and set up a spot in advance.

"Maybe I can find him, try." Riri Yamabuki put Fyodor's photo in his pocket, hooked Osamu Dazai's chin, "If I meet him, bring back the head to make you happy."

Osamu Dazai: Hey, it's so bloody, he likes it so much.

He held Riri Yamabuki's hand hooking his chin, and stuck it to his cheek: "Can't Riri-chan remember the appearance of the devil? I remember that you only read the mission information once."

Why do you put pictures of other pretty faces in your pockets...Damn it, shouldn't you put pictures of kissing your boyfriend inside the pocket closest to your body?

"My cell phone album only has photos of someone." Riri Yamabuki glanced at him, with a half-smile, and unceremoniously tugged Dazai Osamu's cheek, "It's okay if you don't let me take it away, can I take a picture? "

Osamu Dazai: Daba!The foreign boy is not allowed to defile the sacred album collection!

Riri Yamabuki took the photos originally just for work needs, of course she can remember, but it doesn't get in the way.If Osamu Dazai asked for the photo back with a legitimate reason, she would definitely give it back, but since it was such a jealous tone...

She must take it away.

Nothing else, Riri Yamabuki thought Dazai Osamu's expression of looking at her like a scumbag was very interesting, as interesting as fishing for cats with a cat teasing stick.

The soft feathers swayed over the tip of the cat's nose, causing him to straighten up to reach, and then suddenly increased the distance, making the little cat yelling cursingly.

Ritsu Yamabuki dreamed of playing with cats. Although she can play with her favorite Dazai cat in the fantasy of her mind, the fun of playing with real cats with a real cat teaser stick is irreplaceable in reality.

Only children make choices, and of course adults want them all.

At the corner of Yokohama, a big white-haired mandarin duck-eyed saleswoman stretched out behind the glass door of the cat cafe. She shook her beard, thinking about whether she should go out again and come back to take care of the business with a human.

"Meow?" The salesman smelled the familiar smell, which was more attractive to him than catnip. He immediately stood up excitedly, pawing at the glass with his claws.

"Meow meow!" Grandpa come to play!

Riri Yamabuki stopped outside the shop. She came to this cat cafe according to her heart, and she hesitated when she looked at the cat behind the door who was pawing at the glass expectantly.

A little bit of cat hair made the famous detective Dazai very angry. Her boyfriend's heart is only the size of a sesame seed, and he cares about every detail in a scary way.

Even Riri Yamabuki couldn't guarantee that Osamu Dazai wouldn't find out after masturbating the cat.

The one she keeps at home is really hard to coax.

The cries of the salesperson disturbed the customers drinking coffee in the cat cafe. Fyodor put down the coffee cup against his lips, and smiled at Riri Yamabuki from a distance through the glass.

The sunlight illuminated his appearance along the corner of the table, from his thin body to his purple eyes, it was exactly the same as the photo in Riri Yamabuki's pocket.

After confirming the eyes, it is the person she wants to kill.

Going into the cat cafe and stroking the cat, the boyfriend was so angry that he burst.

Take the devil's mouse head, and the boyfriend smiles.

Go into the cat cafe and pick up the cat's head by the way, to neutralize the acid and alkali, the negative and the negative are positive, the boyfriend is calm, holding the lotus in his hand, neither sad nor happy.

Wonderful.

How can it be said that she came to the cat cafe just to play with cats?She clearly thought of her little boyfriend wholeheartedly.

Riri Yamabuki has no psychological burden, and pushes open the door of the cat cafe confidently.