But what did Dazai do wrong?

"Put your hand out, yes, hold it, don't move."

The girl with blond hair and blue eyes, as delicate and beautiful as a doll, nodded in satisfaction, and happily pulled out a long red bondage rope from her back: "I'm going to start tying it!"

The syllable of the word "La" is long and sweet, which coincides with the accent of Mori Ogai who pushed the door into the office while issuing orders to his subordinates.

Hearing his loli's sweet voice, Mori Ogai couldn't help but smile: "Alice-chan~ What are you playing-"

The word "Mo" was swallowed by him, and the remaining half of the tone was stuck in his throat. Mori Ogai was caught off guard, coughed violently twice, held the door trembling like a weak willow: "I, did I bother you?"

In the chief's office, the two girls met each other affectionately, their blond hair and black hair were intertwined, and they knelt on the carpet and looked back at Mori Ogai together.

Alice held a strong bondage rope in her hand, and Yamabuki Riri put her wrists together, allowing her to wrap the red knot around her arm, like a burning candle dragon on snow-white skin, which was astonishingly eye-catching.

Mori Ogai thought a lot for a while, to get rid of distracting thoughts, his ability name circulated endlessly in his mind, and he didn't know whether he was guilty or not.

If Dazai-kun sees it, I will be usurped... definitely... A strong sense of crisis enveloped Mori Ogai.

"Rin Taro is thinking about something dirty." Alice cast a contemptuous look, put her hips on her hips and said loudly, "Riri and I are doing handwork."

"This one won't work, change it to a stronger one." Riri Yamabuki pulled his wrists together slightly outward, and the bondage rope, which can bind adult men to death until the end of time, cracked section by section, and fell to the ground crying to accuse human atrocities .

"It's already the strongest one." Alice Tuanbatuanba threw the rope aside, "Well... How about asking someone with supernatural powers to make one? I remember a guy whose supernatural powers are very suitable for handicrafts .”

"Great idea—if it's not for Dazai." Riri Yamabuki picked up a straw rope, twisted it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can, "Giving supernatural products to Dazai is like handing cotton candy to Raccoon."

Those little off-white fluffs are more clean than humans.Before the raccoons eat anything, they have to wash it with water before they eat it. The bad-hearted breeder pretends to feed them a big sweet marshmallow, and watches the little creature with a big tail dragging the marshmallow into it with a smile on his face. Washing in water - melted, gone, sweetness gone.

Especially bad human beings are even more hateful. They give marshmallows to raccoons one by one, and watch the little creatures busily flopping by the water.

Replace the raccoon with Osamu Dazai...Ryori Yamabuki actually has a little bit of heart-wrong, but heart-wrenching.

"Are you going to make a gift for Dazai-kun?" Mori Ogai recalled, and leaned halfway from the desk with great interest, "What is it? A curse doll or a witchcraft doll?"

This gloating tone... The relationship between your father and son is so weak!

"It's a dream catcher!" Alice answered quickly, "I saw it on the morning divination show, and I wanted to make it for Rintaro."

"Alice-chan...you actually care about me so much..." Mori Ogai was moved to tears.

"—With a dream catcher, you can catch Rintaro's nightmares, and force Rintaro to cry every day!" The blond little devil smiled innocently and romantically, the scissors in his hand snapped shut, and a crisp sound startled Mori Ogai's back in cold sweat .

Riri Yamabuki flipped through the pink love textbook in his hand. The book said that knitting a scarf for a lover is a good way to promote the relationship. Every "excellent girlfriend" does this.

She was very moved, but her hand was disabled, and she was afraid of weaving the scarf into a khata.

"A dream catcher is easier than a scarf!" Alice said immediately, "Do it with me, do it together!"

In Port Mafia, Alice is the real boss.She wanted to pull Yamabuki Riri to do manual work, and Mori Ogai could only bite his handkerchief while approving documents and staring at the paid manual workers Moyu resentfully.

The dream catcher is only one word different from the fishing net, and Yamabuki Riri believes that it must have a magical effect on mackerel.

Do it all day long.The sun turned from golden yellow to orange, and the shadow on the carpet crossed half a circle. Riri Yamabuki bit one end of the rope and tied the last crooked knot.

She borrowed Alice's blue crayon and drew a silly little mackerel on the dotted feathers.

"It's almost time." Riri Yamabuki stood up, patted his cuffs, and shook off the fine down feathers on the hem of the skirt.

"Luri-chan?" The door of the leader's office was knocked open, Dazai Osamu the meerkat poked his head, looking for his girlfriend who had disappeared for a day, "It's time to go home."

Mori Ogai at the desk glanced at the time: It was just the closing time for getting off work, and his elder son didn't want to stay at work for a minute, and he was so angry with his old father.

Mori Ogai was very dissatisfied, but he didn't know that Osamu Dazai was also very dissatisfied.

It is rare for Riri Yamabuki to go out with him in the morning, enter the headquarters on the same road, and take the same elevator. He is looking forward to having fun Riri-chan with him to work all day long. Goodbye" and walked away holding hands with Alice from the leader's house, leaving Osamu Dazai where he was.

Cruel-hearted woman, she is lying if she says she likes him!

"Ryuri-chan and Alice had so much fun." Dazai Osamu walked close to Yamabuki Riri step by step, like a ghost behind the scenes, "I was so happy that I didn't even come to eat lunch with me."

"You still have time for lunch?" Yamabuki Riri was surprised, "Mr. Mori is so busy that he is about to receive an IV drip. I recommended him the glucose purchaser I used before, and he is considering whether to promote it throughout the organization."

Osamu Dazai:! ! !

What bad idea did you give to the most vicious black-hearted capitalist in the world!He's going to strike, he's really going to strike!Don't force him!

"Just kidding." Riri Yamabuki carefully took out the results of a whole day's hard work from his pocket, and handed it to Osamu Dazai: "Here, return the gift."

"The return gift for that collection of poems." Yamabuki Riri explained, "I like it very much, thank you."

What was handed over was a crooked dreamcatcher, with three pure white feathers hanging from a round knot, one of which was painted with a blue crayon with a dull little mackerel.

Judging by the handicap of Yamabuki Riri, it can be said that he was careless.

Osamu Dazai took the dream catcher lightly, spread it flat in the palm of his hand, and carefully combed the fluff of the feathers.

When he sent the poetry collection, he never thought that there would be a gift in return.

But it is not surprising.Riri Yamabuki is a person who follows the principle of equivalent exchange at her core. What she gets, she will definitely give. She never believes in free gifts.

Maybe it's because... no one will treat her unconditionally.

So never pretend to be sentimental, and stubbornly adhere to the balance line of neither loss nor debt.

"It's so cute." Osamu Dazai poked the dull little mackerel on its feathers, and asked curiously, "Hang it on the bedside, will it catch my dreams tonight?"

"Yes." Riri Yamabuki exhaled white mist, "What kind of dream do you want?"

Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai walked side by side on the streets of Yokohama at night, the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky was cold and cold, shedding a smear of white, the frost quietly climbed up the window, and the foggy skirt under the silent winter.

"...Snow." Osamu Dazai looked at the white mist spreading in front of his eyes, "Is it going to snow soon?"

"Perhaps." Riri Yamabuki opened his hand, letting the wind slip through his fingers, "It must be snowing in Russia now, Yokohama, probably soon."

"Does Riri-chan miss the snowy days in Russia?" Osamu Dazai stepped on the yellow leaves on the street.

"I can't talk about nostalgia." The apartment building is close at hand, the warm apartment is covered with soft carpets, the puffs left in the refrigerator for supper exude the fragrance of cocoa beans, and the fragrance of white peach in the bathroom fills the heart.

Riri Yamabuki looked up at the window that belonged to them: "After all, I have lived there for so many years."

"I thought of it. Then, wish me to see the snow in Riri-chan's memory in my dream." Osamu Dazai said with a smile.

"It's very cold." Riri Yamabuki raised her eyebrows. She pressed the up button of the elevator, and the slight weightlessness accompanied the movement of the box. "You'll catch a cold as soon as you get there."

"That's why I went there in my dream." As witty as Osamu Dazai, he would never travel to Russia in winter.

"The truth is all yours." Riri Yamabuki took out the key to open the door, changed his shoes and went straight to the refrigerator, and took out a bag of chocolate puffs.

She took a bite, the outer skin was crispy and soft, and the mellow and smooth chocolate syrup flowed down her lips and into her throat.

With half a puff in his mouth, Riri Yamabuki raised the paper bag in his hand to Osamu Dazai and asked him if he wanted to eat it.

Osamu Dazai had more trouble entering the house than Riri Yamabuki. He hung the black windbreaker on the hanger, loosened his tie, and rolled up his cuffs before stepping on black cat-head slippers and entering the house leisurely.

The aroma of cocoa beans can be smelled from far away, a very greasy sweetness, Dazai Osamu doesn't like it very much.

But if it is neutralized with another flavor, it is his favorite.

Seeing Dazai Osamu approaching, Yamabuki Riri held the puff that he had bitten between his teeth with one hand, and opened the mouth of the paper bag with the other hand, tilting it slightly so that he could take it.

Osamu Dazai ignored the round puffs in the paper bag, he held Riri Yamabuki's wrist, lowered his head and bit off the half puff left between her lips.

The aroma of cocoa beans was suddenly so rich that it almost turned into substance, lingering on the tip of their noses as they rubbed lightly.

"...Is it better to snatch it from my mouth?" Riri Yamabuki touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, "A robber."

Osamu Dazai bit the puff and shrugged, smiling brightly: I am a Mafia.

—Another word for robber.

Riri Yamabuki stuffed a paper bag of puffs to a certain robber, and went to take a bath by himself.

Osamu Dazai ate the puffs in his mouth with relish, but he showed disgust in his hand, sealed the puffs and put them back in the refrigerator.

He returned to his room, half-kneeled on the carpet, and tied the crooked dream catcher beside the bed.

It would be great if the handicap can make a similar shape, and you can't expect it to be easy to tie.The thin rope drew red marks on Osamu Dazai's fingertips, he moved a little more, and accidentally brushed aside the pillow on the bed.

A photo that had been rubbed so many times that there were burrs on the edges slipped out from under the pillow. The little girl in the photo looked at Osamu Dazai outside the photo with a pair of indifferent dark golden pupils.

It was the only photo that Osamu Dazai bought from Orihara Rinya at a large price that recorded the past of Riri Yamabuki.

He often reads it before bed lately.

There is no reason, what I want to say is probably that Osamu Dazai found that Fyodor the Majin knew more about Riri Yamabuki's past than him, which is simply unreasonable!

Even plastic couples who cheat on each other!Not so!

A person's past hides all her secrets, find it, explore it, crack it until you master all her weaknesses and all her vitals.

This is not only the result of curiosity, but also the inevitable result of skeptics.

The less trust you have, the more eager you are to explore.

"Do old photos add to the dream catcher?" Dazai Osamu whispered, "It would be great if I could dream about Riri-chan's past."

It is not necessarily that there are no supernatural beings with similar abilities, but who is he?Osamu Dazai, disqualified in the world, ruled strange powers, ghosts and gods, and broke the feudal superstition No.1.

The convenience of supernatural powers has nothing to do with Osamu Dazai.

"What if?" Osamu Dazai was unwilling to give up. He put his palms together and worshiped the dream catcher, and said very piously: "If my wish is fulfilled, Nobuo would like to offer Mr. Mori's hairline and the height of the little man as sacrifices." , to your satisfaction."

What a rich offering!It is impossible for God to refuse!

Osamu Dazai bathed and burned incense—there was no incense at home, so he just burned mosquito coils—put his hands together on his chest, and closed his eyes peacefully.

The red dots of mosquito coils flickered in the dark, and the smoke rose up, automatically without wind, passing through the gaps in the knots of the dream catcher.

Through the undrawn curtains, the moonlight outside the window and the smoke enveloped the sleeping person on the bed.

Osamu Dazai knew he was dreaming.

The senses of falling into a dream are slow, like water waves swaying faintly, the smoke is twisted into grotesque colors, the consciousness is floating and rising little by little, the body is falling, and is involved in the vortex-like confusion.

In the center of the vortex is a small dream catcher, with three pure white feathers hanging down, a small mackerel outlined in blue crayon circles around the tip of Dazai Osamu's nose, jumps out from the surface of the feathers, and gently brushes his tail with its tail , plunged into the ripples of the void.

Ripples were like waves on the surface of boiling water, and heavy snow fell on the head and face with the strong wind. Osamu Dazai raised his arm to block it, and fell into the cold snow below his knees.

He put down his hands and looked around the white snow field.

Before going to sleep, he made a wish on the dream catcher, wanting a snowy dream, and the dream catcher fulfilled the owner's wish without any discount. The surrounding snow was removed and only the wind remained, and Dazai's breath was filled with ice slag and coldness .

"...Who is wearing a white coat in the snow?" Osamu Dazai silently looked down at himself.

In his dream, he was wearing a doctor's white coat with neat and meticulous cuffs, an obsidian pen pinned to his breast pocket, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The bandage covering half of Osamu Dazai's face was nowhere to be found. His right eye, which has not seen the sun all year round, blinked uncomfortably, and looked around through the cold lens.

"—Is it Dr. Dazai?" From a distance, two beams of headlights shot over, like the golden eyes of a beast.

The man on the snowmobile yelled, "Get in! Hurry up! It's a bloody snow day!"

The man's voice was mixed in the wind and snow, Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and walked towards the snowmobile empty-handed.

If he heard correctly, the man was not speaking Japanese.

is Russian.

Osamu Dazai opened the door forcefully, and the engine rumbled.Even if you stop in the snow, you can't turn off the engine for fear of freezing.As soon as the hot air collided with the cold air, a white snow fog rose up, and the gold-rimmed glasses were instantly covered with a layer of mud.

As soon as the co-pilot's door was closed, the man couldn't wait to start the car. With a turn of the steering wheel wrapped in animal skin, the snowmobile rumbled forward.

"Oh, the snow is too heavy, please forgive me for being late." The driver was very talkative, looking at the road while talking to Osamu Dazai, "It won't be cold at the base. If it weren't for driving, I really want to drink some strong Alcohol, the new vodka is very sensual, swallowing it like fire, Dr. Dazai must try it.”

"Sounds good." Osamu Dazai squeezed the frame and took off the gold-rimmed glasses.

He wiped the foggy lenses with his cuff, and asked casually, "When will I start working?"

"No hurry." The driver waved his big fan-like hands, "You are a high-level talent specially invited by the doctor, so you don't need to do those chores."

Doctor.

Osamu Dazai wiped his glasses and put them on again. The gold-rimmed glasses blocked the coldness in his eyes, and Osamu Dazai bent his romantic eyes: "Thanks for your love, I want to help the doctor as soon as possible. If you don't mind, you and I Tell me?"

"The doctor told you earlier that you have only one job, Dr. Dazai." The driver scratched his head, "He told you to ignore those defective products. As his assistant, you are only responsible to Ms. Yamabuki."

"Miss Yamabuki?" Osamu Dazai asked as if he didn't know anything.

"Ha, it's not normal to use honorific titles to call experimental products, isn't it?" The driver laughed shortly, "Don't get me wrong, she is an exception. As usual, most of the other defective products only have serial numbers, and a few have names, so don't bother to find them. remember."

"Miss Yamabuki is special, you have to treat her more politely, and you can't call her by her name—this is the rule set by the doctor."

Nonsense, Lilijiang obviously prefers being called by her first name rather than being called by her last name.

No wonder she looked indifferent when she mentioned the doctor. I'm afraid this guy doesn't play tricks on her every day.

"Miss Yamabuki is ten years old this year, and she is still a child." The driver said eloquently, "But you will know when you see her, you can't fool her like a normal child. Those dark golden eyes are really scary, and it's cool to be stared at by her." There was a burst of gushing, and I wondered if there was a tiger blowing on the back of my neck."

"She's as beautiful as a doll in a store! But her temper is colder than today's snow, she doesn't care much about people, and she doesn't like to talk. She is very arrogant, you understand?"

She just doesn't want to talk to you idiots, she talks to me every day, her eyes are all about me, and the cold lips become hot after a while, soft like honey.

"The doctor is busy with experiments, Dr. Dazai, your job is Ms. Yamabuki. Observe her, guide her, accompany her-oh, don't talk to her, she is a heartless monster, sometimes even the face of the doctor who loves her the most Don't buy it."

The driver talked eloquently: "The doctor didn't punish her either. Some of the other experimental subjects were afraid of her and some didn't like her. Ms. Yamabuki is such a withdrawn person. Don't worry about Dr. Dazai, she won't take the initiative to attack you."

Driving in the snow is boring, and the driver has a lot to say.Through his narration, Osamu Dazai clearly outlined the past, young Riri Yamabuki that he never understood.

Rather than being respected and awed, it is better to be rejected and isolated.

She probably doesn't care either, whether it's the little tricks of her peers or the strange attitude of the experimenters, to her, they are as common as snow in Russia.

Osamu Dazai fiddled with the fountain pen pinned to his chest, the black pen was spinning on his slender fingertips, and the metal pen cap cut a sharp arc.

If you guessed right, in the real past, Riri Yamabuki did not have the role of "Dr. Dazai" around him.

An exclusive companion for her is not a gift that the cold-blooded doctor in reality can give.

But... isn't dream a product of being edited and modified by others?

The snowmobile drove further and further, until it passed through an extremely vast dead leaf forest, and black and gray buildings faintly emerged in the wind and snow.

The driver honked the horn, the lights shone through the car windows, and a tightly closed door slowly opened, and several beams of light of different colors swept across as the car drove by.

"There are many inspections at the base." The driver explained and continued to drive forward.

This place is not so much a base as it is a city. The place they just passed is the city wall, and the buildings inside are scattered. Someone drove a cleaning vehicle to sweep the snow on the city road.

Osamu Dazai's destination is the most remote and grandest building in the base city.It stands alone on the snow field, separated from the nearby buildings by a distance that can break a human leg.

"We're here." The snowmobile screeched to a stop, and the driver opened the door and jumped off.

Leaving suddenly from the warm car, he stomped his feet vigorously, rubbed his hands together, and waited for a while before turning to open the door for Osamu Dazai.

"It's so cold." The driver complained, his face was huddled in the plush scarf, his beard was white with snowflakes, and the hot air was leaking out of his mouth.

"I can't go in, Doctor Dazai, go in by yourself." The driver waved his hands vigorously, and quickly got back into the snowmobile.

Osamu Dazai walked in with his hands in his pockets.

The wind and snow bulged the hem of the white coat, the sky was dark, the headlights of the snowmobile gradually elongated, and the last ray of light was stepped on by Dazai Osamu, falling into a dark dead silence.

There is light in the building, cold white light, shining in the pure white corridor, more than ten meters away from Osamu Dazai.

In the darkness, he walked towards the light source step by step.

"clang!"

A tall nurse came out from the edge of the corridor, holding a small clock in her hand, and struck the clock face with a hammer.

The nurse was followed by two rows of children. They were wearing identical lab coats, their faces could not be seen clearly, and they mechanically followed the nurse through the corridor with both hands and feet.

One after another, children walked by, their faces seemed to be covered with a layer of white paste, their eyebrows and mouth and nose could not be seen clearly, their steps were unusually neat, and everyone was spaced at exactly the same distance. fall.

Dazai stopped.

He was still standing in the dark wind and snow at the door, and the snow with rain and wind blew Dazai Osamu's black forehead hair, and the corners of his clothes were curled up with the sound of the wind.

The long line passed by little by little until the last child came out from the edge of the corridor.

There was no one around her, she was alone, no one was going to hold her hand, and her fingertips were hanging empty by her side.

The long black and soft hair was draped limply on the girl's shoulders, and in her hair was a Ditang flower that shouldn't bloom in winter.

Xiao Lili is the only child with facial features, with light eyebrows, pale lips, and thin pink face, delicate and beautiful, one can vaguely see her glamorous face when she grows up.

From Osamu Dazai's perspective, Riri was looking at the hands of the two children in front of her. She lowered her head to look at her empty palm, quietly folded her left hand in the right, and led herself.

Dazai couldn't help laughing.

His voice was softer than Xue's, but little Lili heard it.

At the moment when she was about to walk through the corridor and turn the corner, the young girl turned her head instinctively, and saw Osamu Dazai standing in the snow with her dark golden eyes.

Osamu Dazai lifted his lips.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses slowly, revealing those water-colored irises, and blinked lightly at the girl.

Just like when Riri Yamabuki met Osamu Dazai for the first time, Riri-chan was stunned for a moment, pure love was revealed in his eyes, and his dark golden pupils were radiant.

She opened her mouth, her footsteps briefly deviated from the team, and her toes turned in Dazai Osamu's direction, as if she wanted to walk towards him.

"Dang!" The nurse in charge of the team suddenly rang the bell heavily, and the team faintly stirred.

Breaking the rules might be a nightmare for other kids, but Little Lawyer doesn't care and goes his own way.

"Don't move." Osamu Dazai made a mouth shape to stop her, "I'll find you later."

He was wearing a white coat, and in Xiao Lili's eyes, he was naturally a person from the laboratory.The girl nodded and returned to the team as she said.

It wasn't until Riri's figure disappeared around the corner that Osamu Dazai slowly put on his glasses to cover his romantic eyes.

Doctor Dazai nodded in satisfaction at the ten-year-old girl's beauty trap:

"Her preferences are very consistent."