But what did Dazai do wrong?

"Shock!Two men actually did such a thing in broad daylight! "

"Secret History of Love, Hate, Love and Hate at the Top of the Organization in Those Years"

"Yokohama Diva loses the headlines, a new top streamer has appeared! "

"Even at the risk of being banned, I have to say: If you can block the forum, you can't block the crowd!My family members privately message me that I have first-hand high-definition resources! "

"Exclusive video, supreme enjoyment, click me to watch the most famous scenes of the year-end party"

"Infringement of portrait rights, I have reported it." Osamu Dazai held the phone and ruthlessly deleted the post.While deleting the post, he sneered and wrote down the job number of the person who posted it, brewing a conspiracy to avenge his personal revenge.

Too free, those people are still too free, how can they have no time to work when they have time to tease the BOSS and high-level executives?When the new year's holiday is over, he will definitely find something for them to do to rejuvenate the organization.

Watching the excitement for a while, and taking revenge on the crematorium afterwards, Dazai Osamu will teach them what is dangerous in the world today.

"Ahead is Hokkaido Station..." A slightly distorted electronic female voice echoed in the carriage.

The white winter sun shines through the windows and casts massive shadows on the ground. There are only two or three quiet passengers sitting sporadically on the train, and the slight shaking of the carriage makes people drowsy.

Yamabuki Riri leaned on Dazai Osamu's shoulder and squinted his eyes for a nap, occasionally opened his eyelids to glance at his mobile phone screen, and yawned sleepily.

"...Please take your belongings and prepare to get off..."

The shaking carriage gradually stabilized, and Riri Yamabuki picked up a half-person-high suitcase with one hand and got out of the car. The belongings of her and Osamu Dazai were contained in the suitcase.

Osamu Dazai stood up with both hands empty, and familiarly grabbed Riri Yamabuki's other hand and stuffed it into the windbreaker pocket.

He frankly ignored the condemning eyes of passers-by who said "Let your girlfriend carry the luggage, you will lose her sooner or later!", squeezed Riri Yamabuki's palm with his hand in the pocket of the windbreaker, and looked around at the station: "Ruli-chan, didn't you say Does the villa have a car to pick you up?"

Riri Yamabuki raised his jaw subtly in a certain direction: "Look over there. Yes, don't run away, it's what you think, that's the car to pick us up."

The car was a regular snowmobile, nothing wrong with it.

It's the people in the car that are at fault.

Hokkaido Ski Resort is mainly for couples, but they are not open to public tourists. Currently, they only accept guests who have obtained tickets through special channels.

Such as the employee benefits of port Mafia.

For example, the supermarket lottery in Mihua Town.

Mao Lilan, the unbelievable Emperor of Europe, can always win the first prize, the first prize, and the special prize in weird shops, and invites his childhood sweetheart Kudo Shin to travel with him.

——Then, their date is bound to be interrupted by strange murder cases, from a romance film to a criminal investigation drama, from a two-person world to a police team building, without exception.

Osamu Dazai and Kudo Shinichi looked at each other from a distance across the air, the eyes of the two men were filled with the same pain.

Kudo Shinichi: Damn it!He Lan came out to play and unexpectedly met them again!A Mafia, a professional killer, their appearance must be accompanied by a bloody conspiracy!Come on, a detective, smash the enemy's tricks!

Osamu Dazai: Isn't that a walking god of death, a moving doll alarm?It's started again, isn't it?Are you going to the police station for tea again?Am I shameless?

"How long are you going to look at each other affectionately?" Riri Yamabuki waved his hand in front of Osamu Dazai, interrupting the casting, "The driver is urging."

"The best choice now is to throw the detective boy out of the car, maybe an innocent life can be saved." Dazai Osamu urged, "Ruli-chan, it's time to do good deeds every day."

"Lan, help me!" Kudo Shin said in a low voice, "As long as these two terrorists are prevented from getting in the car, there will be no more murders during this trip!"

Osamu Dazai/Shinichi Kudo: First strike is the best!Take down the culprit who got in the way of my date!

As for why you asked your girlfriend for help instead of doing it yourself, you can only ask the pathetic force values ​​​​of the two men.

"I met someone in the amusement park! How are you, we meet again." Mao Lilan ignored Kudo Shinichi's unreasonable request and greeted enthusiastically, "I also bought that pair of cat earrings, they are really cute. "

Dorobiga Paradise, where cat earrings were framed and murdered, where dreams began.

"Cat ears, it seems like I haven't worn them for a long time, does Riri-chan want to see me wear them?" Osamu Dazai whispered against Riri Yamabuki's earlobe.

"...You are already like a cat." Riri Yamabuki raised a pair of scissors hands and gestured above Osamu Dazai's head, "Stop making trouble, get in the car, I want to see the ski resort at the Sanso."

She has an inseparable love for snow.

Kudo Shinichi sat in the same car with the two dangerous elements with extreme vigilance. He pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on their conversation carefully, and with the wisdom of a famous detective, he came to a conclusion after three seconds:

The four passengers in the car, except him, are all in love.

He was the only one who betrayed the big family of the Lovers Alliance, only thinking about the detective career, his heart is damnable!

"Am I wrong?" The detective, a high school student who works overtime and is active at the scene of the crime 360 ​​days a year, reflects on himself. "Is it because I have been wearing colored glasses to see people?"

While setting Police Officer Megure's phone number as the shortcut key 1, he hesitated to poke his head into the atmosphere of the couple's alliance that was bursting out of the pink bubbles.

God forbid, let him have a date without overtime.

The snowmobile is driving on the vast white snow field, the sky is as blue as a mirror, the clear wind washes people's internal organs, and the soul is as pure as water.

"Dazai, can you ski?" Riri Yamabuki asked Dazai in a good mood with his elbow leaning on the window and his chin propped up.

"Well, breaking your neck in the snow is also a good way to die." Osamu Dazai answered irrelevantly, "It's worth trying."

OK, got it, you won't.

There are two types of skiing in a broad sense. One is to step on a long sled with two feet, hold two blind stick-like poles in your hand, and slide down the slope like a pole boat.

The advantage is that it is easy to use, and if you are lucky or have a good sense of balance, you will not fall.

The disadvantage is that it is not easy to be handsome, not cool, and not suitable for pretty boys.

The coolest and most dangerous thing is a person with a snowboard and ski goggles, without any protective measures, rushing straight down from the steep cliff, turning around in the air, and throwing out the beautiful tail due to the huge recoil when landing, The sky is full of snow and dust like rain.

Riri Yamabuki, a hidden extreme sports enthusiast, is most passionate about high-altitude cordless bungee jumping and Pacific winter swimming. She is indeed a woman who grew up in the fighting nation-it is not human.

"I think it would be good for me to build a snowman. It's worth the trip." Osamu Dazai said vigilantly, "It hurts to hit your face in the snow. It hurts and you can't die. I don't want it."

Don't want him to travel happily at public expense but lie on a stretcher and be carried back to Yokohama as a paralyzed patient. Mori Ogai will laugh and goose on his bedside.

"Really don't want to try? The reimbursement for the lottery at the year-end party includes medical expenses." Riri Yamabuki asked regretfully.

The person in charge of the lottery is really considerate. Osamu Dazai thanked his family.

The resort stands tall in the vast snowfield, like a gray sparrow in the snow with its head down picking up food, it looks small from a distance, but it has all internal organs up close.

During the trial operation period, there were few people in the villa. Only the owner of the villa lived in a family of three, a few helpers and Riri Yamabuki.Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai live on the third floor, Ran Mori and Shinichi Kudo live on the second floor, a total of four rooms.

"Oh, we thought we only needed two rooms." The driver, who is also the only son of the owner of the villa, scratched his head and said with a smile, "What's the matter, is it common for couples to sleep in separate rooms nowadays?"

"You're joking! Shinichi and I aren't, aren't we..." Mao Lilan waved her hand with a flushed face, and bent Shinichi Kudo hard with her elbow.

Critical blow, great pain, the weak detective grinned and held back the pain, silently being a man without a name.

The well-known man Osamu Dazai went out behind his girlfriend who was inexplicably active with a ski on his back, and Shinichi Kudo gave him a puzzled look.

That's right, it's normal for him and Xiaolan to sleep in separate rooms. Why don't these real couples live in the same room?

Is it that kind of drama?Mafia, who keeps the gun under the pillow even when sleeping, and the professional killer who kills in my dream, every time they open their eyes, it is a life-and-death confrontation. The more they love each other, the more they kill each other. When they wake up, they can only touch their lover Yu Wenyou's dead body, weeping bitterly, wished he could cut off a finger to show his determination...

If you think about it too much, Osamu Dazai has a hundred lives and it's not enough to die.

They're just... not that close.

Far less intimate than it seems.

"It's all here, it's worth trying. Skiing is not difficult, I'll teach you."

Riri Yamabuki's voice was mixed in the cold wind and white mist. She took off the ski goggles from her face and hung them around Dazai Osamu's neck.

Osamu Dazai shook his head firmly, even more firmly than when Nakahara Chuya forced him to play Wu Song Fighting the Tiger at the year-end party, just short of typing the word "backbone" on the public screen.

Unyielding and unyielding.

Riri Yamabuki clicked her tongue softly, she looked around, and saw a particularly steep and dangerous cliff in front of her, and decided to use it as a starting point to show her boyfriend what real technology is.

Some people yearn for danger, others for peace.

Osamu Dazai squatted on the ground, making a huge snowball.

He pushed the snowball forward, with white snow particles on the tip of his nose, like a light layer of icing sugar.

Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose, took off his wet gloves, and breathed into his red palms.

His hands were so cold that he almost lost consciousness, but he felt that one snowball was not enough, so he happily piled up another smaller snowball and placed it on top of the big snowball.

Osamu Dazai took off the ski goggles around his neck and put them on the snowman. He drew a disdainful expression on the snowman, making him stand proudly with his hands folded around his chest. Then he squatted down and wrote a line on the snowman's stomach:

[Group photo is 500 once, white whoring, die! 】

"I'm really a snow sculpture genius." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands in satisfaction, "How expressive! Use the shortest words to express the most abundant emotions, and the words are as close as possible!"

What about legal sauce people?Come see his masterpiece!

Osamu Dazai raised his head, covered the dazzling sunlight with his hands, and caught a dynamic black spot in the blue sky.

From far to near, swooping down from a high altitude, flying black hair cut through the wind.

She fell downwards, facing the blade-like wind, with her hands in her pockets, with a casual and indifferent expression, stepping on the skis with ease and jumping off.The veneer, which is difficult to control, is like a domestic dog domesticated by her, and it is unbelievably obedient.

Riri Yamabuki met Dazai Osamu's eyes in the snow and dust, she gently lifted the corner of her lower lip and slid towards him.

The speed slowed down under the resistance. Taking into account her boyfriend's weak body, Riri Yamabuki slowed down a few times on her toes, and let her inertia slide slowly over.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, instead of making way for Ritsuri Yamabuki, he opened his arms.

Riri Yamabuki's hand that was always in his pocket left the pocket, she met Dazai Osamu's arms, and at the moment when the skis and toes were detached, she pressed against Dazai Osamu's ear with a smile:

"I guess you can't take it."

Osamu Dazai only had time to hear these words, the skis brushed past his feet, and the girl who threw herself into his arms was as soft as mist, but he unconsciously fell backwards and fell into the thick snow.

The raised snow dust disturbed the snow-covered trees, and the crashing snow fell from the top of the head and covered the face.

Riri Yamabuki didn't want to be covered in snow, she clasped the hand on Dazai Osamu's shoulder hard, and the two of them turned their positions. In an instant, the snow fell on Dazai Osamu's back, making a crackling sound.

Osamu Dazai, who was acting as a human shield, stared at his wretched girlfriend under him with a puffy face.

The girlfriend looked at him calmly, with puzzlement hidden in her beautiful eyes: What's wrong?Are you angry?

It's no use getting angry.

Osamu Dazai stared at Ritsuri Yamabuki for a long while, then snorted lightly.

He simply leaned over, put all his weight on his girlfriend's slender body, rolled to the right with Riri Yamabuki in his arms, and bumped into the big snowman that Osamu Dazai had made earlier.

Whoa!

The snowman was really too big, and the split snow ball fell heavily on the two people who were forced to bind, almost burying Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai in the snow together.

"Ahem..." Osamu Dazai coughed out the snow that poured into his throat. He lay flat on the snow with his hands and feet spread out in a big character shape, as if he gave up the treatment and asked me to bury him in the ground.

Riri Yamabuki, lying on Osamu Dazai's body, shook his head, unable to shake off the snow particles that slipped from the ends of his hair into his neck.

She patted off the heavy snowball on her back, stretched out her hand and pushed the childish ghost lying on the snow: "Are you happy when you hurt others?"

"Happy." Osamu Dazai's eyes brightened, "Can I do it again?"

The girlfriend didn't want to talk and grabbed the tip of Osamu Dazai's ear with ice hands.

Osamu Dazai was shivering from the cold, he sneezed, the sweat was still hot on his back, but he began to feel cold.

"Get up, don't lie in the snow." Riri Yamabuki gave Osamu Dazai a hand to stand up.

She wore less clothes than Osamu Dazai, and only wrapped a plush scarf around her neck to express her respect for winter.

Riri Yamabuki took off the scarf and wrapped it around Dazai Osamu's neck, then shook off the snow from his hat, and buttoned it down.

Osamu Dazai was tightly wrapped, only half of his face was exposed, he opened his arms obediently like a bear doll, and moved behind Riri Yamabuki to hug her.

The heat source is warm against the back, and the warmth spreads from the spine to the limbs.Riri Yamabuki pursed her lower lip, not saying that she was not cold at all, and that such a posture was actually inconvenient to hurry.

She was quietly hugged by Osamu Dazai, like two clumsy cuddling bears, moving back to the warm nest step by step.

The villa has 24-hour hot water supply.

Osamu Dazai went back to his room and changed out of his wet clothes. In a room with sufficient heating, he only wore a simple shirt and trousers. The buttons of his shirt were not properly buttoned, revealing the bandages wrapped in layers on his skin.

"Here, drink ginger tea while it's hot." Riri Yamabuki walked into Osamu Dazai's room with a mug, and stuffed the hot drink into his hand.

The pungent spicy ginger smell is mixed with the heat, and after just one sniff, the tip of the tongue has already started to hurt.

Osamu Dazai stretched his arms in disgust and moved the ginger tea away: "I would rather drink Banlangen."

"There is no Banlangen." Riri Yamabuki moved the ginger tea back for him, "If you don't drink it, be careful of fever."

Osamu Dazai: "Did you drink Riri-chan?"

Riri Yamabuki: "No, it looks very spicy."

See, you yourself don't like ginger tea spicy and refuse to drink it!

"People's physiques cannot be generalized." Yamabuki Riri believed that Osamu Dazai should respect objective facts, "I don't have a fever, but you definitely will."

Osamu Dazai was not convinced.

How could he definitely have a fever?Are you a doctor? You are talking nonsense here!

He is in good health, and he is full of energy after soaking in the Tsurumi River for a whole day and being caught by fishermen with fishing nets!

Osamu Dazai didn't drink ginger tea, so he didn't drink it.

He and his last stubborn, hold hands tightly and never let go.

Riri Yamabuki has always known: her boyfriend is a complicated person.

He is both sculpted and cruel, coquettish and cruel, cute and headless and fierce and brutal. He is complex, changeable and elusive.

But no matter what, there is a label firmly attached to Osamu Dazai, which cannot be torn off even when the gods come.

This label is called "death".

On the first day at the ski resort, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, as expected, Osamu Dazai had a fever.

This is the result that anyone can predict except Osamu Dazai himself.

"My head hurts..." Osamu Dazai murmured weakly.

His voice was hoarse, his joints were sore and weak, and he couldn't lift his strength, and it was difficult to even turn over.

He lay drowsily on the bed, the cotton quilt covering his body suddenly became very heavy in his senses, and he wanted to throw it on the ground for a cool sinking.

Should I lift it... Osamu Dazai thought dully.

He is not without common sense. Whether it is drinking hot ginger tea after catching a cold or not kicking the quilt when you have a fever, Osamu Dazai knows it all.

But knowing, doesn't mean he'll do it.

How can a suicidal man be expected to take good care of his body?He is only good at hurting himself.

"If you kick the quilt off, you will be scolded by Riri-chan tomorrow, right?" Osamu Dazai shook his head, "Well... that's not right, she never scolded me."

Only when a person who is cared about, liked, and cared about does not cherish his body, will someone scold him, talk about him, and teach him a lesson.

Dazai is not.

"However, those who cause trouble will also be scolded." Osamu Dazai thought slowly, "The vacation plan has been ruined."

It was so hot, and a nerve in my head was throbbing and hurting, like the creaking sound of a door being pulled open.

The dim light of the corridor flashed across the dark room wall, briefly like a meteor trailing, returning to silence and darkness.

The black cat walked to the bed with silent steps, the tip of its tail was gracefully raised, and it floated lightly behind it. The dark golden cat eyes quietly stared at the flushed Osamu Dazai.

There are cats in the villa?Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand from the quilt in a daze, trying to rub the black cat's ears.

The back of his hand was slapped, a cold and soft hand grabbed Osamu Dazai's wrist, and he was stuffed into the quilt again to wrap him tightly.

It's such a vicious cat, just don't let it be touched, and beat him.

Osamu Dazai was wronged.

He continued to move restlessly, but found that the cat was so strong that it pressed the quilt and would not let him get up.He was sweating all over, and was so hot that he was dry.

"...What do you want?" Osamu Dazai asked compromisingly when he heard the cat sigh slightly.

Can speak human language, is it a big monster of the level of a cat demon?Did the night attack in the middle of the night want to poach his heart to drink?

"You need to touch your ears." Osamu Dazai whispered, "You will dig your heart out after touching it."

"...I have to wonder, how do you usually arrange me?" Yamabuki Riri said to himself.

She pressed the quilt to prevent the burnt-out man from moving around, only let Osamu Dazai stick out his fingertips from the quilt, then squatted down, turned his head and rubbed his fingertips.

Osamu Dazai's mind was blurred, but his senses were as clear as hell.

The whole body is wrapped in the hot quilt, only the tip of the right finger is cool.The soft and boneless touch passed by his fingertips, and he subconsciously hooked his hands. He heard a soft "hiss", and his fingertips were hit hard again.

Really fierce.

It's so soft when pinched.

The fierce cat no longer allowed Dazai to move around, and the cold back of his hand was pressed against his hot forehead, making people sigh comfortably.

"It's not burning very badly." Riri Yamabuki put down his hand, and noticed that the person wrapped in the quilt moved inexplicably, like a subconscious reaction.

Dazai frowned sadly.The cold forehead was so comfortable, but it was so stingy and only stuck for a few seconds. He wanted to catch that hand back, and it would be very comfortable to hold it in his arms with the owner of the hand.

"Okay, okay." Riri Yamabuki comforted him, "I'll get you a wet towel."

The faucet in the bathroom squeaked for a few seconds, Riri Yamabuki wrung out the water in the towel, folded it into a rectangular one, and covered Osamu Dazai's forehead.

Osamu Dazai's frowning brows were still furrowed, his lips that lacked moisture were pursed, and he looked even more unhappy than before.

What, send him off with counterfeit goods?A wet towel is nothing compared to the comfort just now.

"I can't do this, and I don't want to do that." Riri Yamabuki pinched Dazai Osamu's wrinkled face, "You are so difficult to serve."

Dazai Osamu had spent all her opportunities to take care of others in her life, and he would show her face when he was in a coma.

But Osamu Dazai didn't complain other than frowning, and Riri Yamabuki asked him to lie down obediently, and he put his hands to his side and didn't move, showing a bit of pitiful obedience.The cheeks were abnormally red, and the lips that lacked moisture could faintly see clear lip lines.

Being impartial, Riri Yamabuki is really pretending to be pitiful.

There was still water in Riri Yamabuki's hand after wringing out the wet towel, and she wiped Dazai Osamu's lips with her thumb, leaving a bright water mark.

The feverish man was babbling indistinctly while half asleep and half awake, Osamu Dazai turned over, and the wet towel fell on Riri Yamabuki's hand that caught it in time.

The culprit held down her fingertips and rubbed them to this side little by little, trying to move his head to her palm, and wanted to be his sister's treasure in his dream.

"I really lost to you."

Riri Yamabuki had nothing to do with Osamu Dazai, he patted his head twice to vent his anger, pushed Osamu Dazai into the bed, and moved himself a place where he could lie down.

"Stop making trouble, go to bed." Riri Yamabuki was also a little sleepy, and patted Osamu Dazai on the back like a child through the quilt.

"Sleep, I'll be with you."