But what did Dazai do wrong?

It was windy in the middle of the night.

First, there was a small whirlpool, and the snow fell bigger and bigger, and the palm-sized snowflakes stirred up gray whirlpools.The wind is wanton, and the sharp whistling sound is like a banshee jumping at the window and laughing at people, severe winter chills.

Mao Lilan was awakened by Kudo Shinichi knocking on the door early in the morning, and stood dumbfounded in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Everything is white, the thin snow particles no longer have the gentle and delicate appearance of yesterday, the strong wind, blizzard, and severe cold...Nature ruthlessly vents its power, and people are so small in the world.

"Blizzard." Kudo Shin stood behind Mao Lilan with worried eyes, "I don't know when the snow will stop."

"Ms. Lawyer and Mr. Dazai don't know the news of the snowstorm yet?" Mao Lilan said, "We have to tell them."

Kudo Shinichi and Mori Ran live on the second floor, and Yamabuki Riri and Dazai Osamu are directly upstairs.Closer to the corridor is Riri Yamabuki's room. Mourilan stood at the door and knocked hard twice with his fist.

"Knock, knock."

"Huh? Are you not here?" Mao Lilan put down his hand hesitantly.Kudo Shinichi shrugged, and continued walking with Mori Ran, stopping at the door of Osamu Dazai's room.

Mao Lilan raised his hand to knock on the door.

Before she touched the door, the crackling sound of the keyhole being twisted and the unique creak of slippers on the wooden floor sounded from inside the door first.

Riri Yamabuki opened the door halfway, she leaned sleepily on the door frame, and said in a lazy voice, "What's the matter?"

!Mao Lilan took a small step back with a blushing face, and subconsciously covered her mouth to silence her screams.

Behind the half-open door, Riri Yamabuki's black hair was disheveled, slightly curly hair brushed bare shoulders, and his collarbone was thin.She was wearing a large white shirt, the hem of which barely covered her thighs, and she stood casually leaning against the door frame, looking indescribably pretty.

It wasn't Riri Yamabuki's clothes that made Mourilan turn red.

She blushed and looked at those lazy dark golden pupils, they were so beautiful, obviously cold, like a proud cat, she could almost imagine being scratched and bleeding when she reached out to caress her.

But those eyes were full of indulgence, lazy and lazy, making one expect her permission to carefully rub the tip of the tail.

"Well," Mao Lilan said with a rare hesitation, "there is a big snowstorm today, please don't go out. Also, when I knocked on Miss Lili's door, there seemed to be no one in the room..."

She was talking and realized later: No one answered when she knocked on the door of Yamabuki Riri earlier, but it was Yamabuki Riri who opened the door of Dazai Osamu, so they...

"Sister... who is outside the door?"

The slippers clattered on the floor, and Osamu Dazai, whose nasal voice was full of sleepiness, rubbed his eyes and yawned and walked to the door.

The bandage around his neck was loose, his shirt was buttoned only two times, his cuffs were rolled up, he put his head on Riri Yamabuki's shoulder while grunting, and dozed off with his eyes closed.

"He is a kind person who came to inform us about the blizzard." Riri Yamabuki hooked Osamu Dazai's chin without looking back, and said to Mao Lilan, "Thank you, please go upstairs."

"No, no trouble." Mao Lilan squeezed out a few syllables from her throat.

Her eyes moved from Riri Yamabuki to Osamu Dazai and back again, moving repeatedly, as if a typewriter was embedded in her eyes, typing ten thousand words of unspeakable fanfics blindly.

The two rooms are really a cover-up!They obviously live together!And just now, what did she hear... Sister?Is it a pet name?Obviously it's just a common name!Maorilan, what are you blushing about?Calm down!

"Excuse me." The female high school student pulled the bamboo horse away in a trance, "you continue."

"She seems to have misunderstood something." Riri Yamabuki looked at the back of Mao Lilan who was about to fall down the stairs in a daze, and closed the door again.

Osamu Dazai was taken away, stuck on the back of Riri Yamabuki, with a pitiful appearance that I was so weak and helpless that I wanted my sister to coax my sister to hug and my sister to stick.

His fever was not serious, and he almost recovered after a night's rest. His current footsteps are sloppy and his limbs are weak.

"Still having a fever?" Riri Yamabuki sat down on the edge of the bed with Osamu Dazai.

Without a thermometer, she pressed the back of Dazai Osamu's head and his forehead against his forehead, and tried the temperature: "It's not hot anymore."

Yamabuki Riri: Isn't this a cure?Why do you still look sick and weak?

Are you playing me?

Sickness comes like a mountain, and goes away like silk.Osamu Dazai has as much experience in pretending to be sick as in pretending to be dead. How could he let Riri Yamabuki see that he was playing her!

"Still uncomfortable." Osamu Dazai said pitifully.

He wears bandages all year round, does almost nothing and gives people a sick feeling, and it is easy to believe his appearance of "weak, pitiful and helpless".

Because of this, when seeing the black mud in this person's heart, the tyranny of the methods, and the blood stained in it, the huge contrast is shocking, subverts cognition, and makes people feel a chill from the bone.

stay away from him!run away from him!Don't be fooled!

Only monsters like him would accept it with equanimity, handling two opposite faces with ease.

Osamu Dazai said it was pitiful, and Riri Yamabuki had never had a fever. Her common sense told her that if she didn't have a fever on her forehead, she was cured. As for whether she would feel uncomfortable after recovery, it was beyond the scope of common sense.

Riri Yamabuki dubiously labeled Dazai Osamu as "sick" and asked him if he wanted to sleep a little longer or go downstairs for breakfast.

Osamu Dazai rubbed his flat stomach, honestly gave up the tempting idea of ​​being a slacker rice bug on the bed, and followed Riri Yamabuki downstairs.

The snow outside the house was getting bigger and bigger, the white blizzard outside the window blurred the vision, and the gray woods not far away were blurred like an inconspicuous point, and it was impossible to catch their figures in the snow with wide eyes.

Breakfast is thick and thick corn and carrot soup, freshly baked fluffy white bread and three-color cookies with chocolate strawberry vanilla flavor.The hard-boiled eggs are placed in a small porcelain bowl, and on the ingredient tray are applesauce and orange jam made by the villa this summer, as well as salt shakers, black pepper shakers, and white sesame seeds shakers.

Osamu Dazai slowly tore up the white bread and threw it into the corn carrot soup and stirred it. Shinichi Kudo felt a stomach ache looking at the lumps of bread in his bowl.

"It's snowing too much!" The only son of the owner of the mountain villa who went out to shovel the snow came in with difficulty. He took off his thick fur hat, stomped his feet and patted the snow on his body, and said apologetically to the guests: " I guess I won’t be able to go out today, so I’ll take a deck of playing cards to relieve your boredom.”

Osamu Dazai drank two mouthfuls of soup, put the carrot aside in disgust, and whispered into Riri Yamabuki's ear: "Riri-chan, the three elements of 'Blizzard', 'The Villa where you can't go out', and 'Detective' are complete. , do you think we are in Blizzard Villa now?"

Blizzard Villa, a common reasoning scene in reasoning.A group of people gathered in a closed place isolated from the world due to weather and geographical reasons. Suddenly someone died strangely, and the murderer must be among the survivors.

Because of the isolation from the outside world, technological means such as fingerprints and surveillance cannot be used to solve the case. Detectives can only rely on reasoning and the ability to control people's hearts to find the murderer.The more people die, the smaller the range of suspects will be. In the end, the trust between people will completely collapse, and it is very possible to evolve into a battle royale mode, which is very exciting.

Osamu Dazai said enthusiastically: "No one can leave this villa. According to the plot, we will die one by one, and the one who survives to the end is the murderer."

"Why can't we leave?" Riri Yamabuki bit the white bread and asked puzzledly, "It's just a little snow. If you want, I can carry you back to Yokohama from Hokkaido, and it won't take long."

This, what, dot, small, snow, and just.

Outside the window, a blizzard capable of blowing a bear away whizzed past, the glass windows roared, and the vast white snow field deprived the view of everything. Such a harsh environment was just light snow in Riri Yamabuki's mouth.

Osamu Dazai: Farewell, you are not human.

He lazily took a pair of old playing cards from the son of the owner of the villa. The edges of the playing cards were yellow and fuzzy, which seemed to be very old.

"It's an old thing. My parents bought playing cards a long time ago." Nolu Qianming, the only son of the owner of the villa, a part-time driver and hard-working snowplow, scratched his head, "It seems to be their token of love? Haha, I remember Incredible."

Is the token of love just taken out so casually to relieve the boredom of the guests?Kudo Shinichi showed speechless half-moon eyes, watching Dazai Osamu shuffling and cutting cards flexibly with his fingers.

"Let's play joke cards." Osamu Dazai wiped a long strip of playing cards on the table and then magically gathered them into a pile in the next second, "The person who gets the joke cards in the end has to choose among the requests made by the other three people." How about a satisfying one?"

Drawing ghost cards is a game of luck, eyesight, and psychological warfare. Unlike Mori Ran, who sees the beauty of the world, Kudo Shinichi is well aware of the danger and unfathomableness of Osamu Dazai.

This is a man who can easily see through people's hearts.

Do you want to have a battle of wits by deceiving and probing each other?Kudo Shinichi is inexplicably looking forward to it, and his fighting spirit is burning!

He bets on the dignity of a detective, and in this psychological warfare of intrigues, justice will surely defeat evil!

Great, hooked one.Osamu Dazai looked at Shinichi Kudo with a smile on his face.

But it's not enough, how can cheating a high school student detective be as fun as cheating a girlfriend?Osamu Dazai pretended to be generous and handed the poker cards to Riri Yamabuki: "Would Riri-chan want to play? I can let you deal the cards, and we will guarantee fairness."

Riri Yamabuki touched the yellowed and fuzzy edges of the playing cards, and said thoughtfully: "I never believed it before, but Dazai must be fine with what he can do, right?"

he?Osamu Dazai raised his radar: "Who? A friend of Riri-chan?"

How many good friends do you have? (pointing.jpg)

"You know it too." Riri Yamabuki tapped on the table holding a poker card, "Fyodor the Devil. I heard that he can record the subtle details of the pattern on the back of each card in a deck of cards." Different, invincible in the game of gambling."

"Newly unpacked playing cards can be found differently, this kind of old cards with visible flaws on each card—"

Riri Yamabuki said firmly: "You memorized everything when you shuffled the cards, right? For Dazai, no matter what you play, it's a game of clear cards. Am I wrong?"

Kudo Shinichi: "???"

He was shocked!

Is your Mafia so scheming?Even high school students are cheated? !

He still foolishly thought that it was some kind of psychological warfare, luck warfare, eye-sight warfare... People directly see through the cards, and they are playing him, a deceived little fool!

insidious!cunning!vicious!shameless!

"Miss Lili really knows Mr. Dazai very well." Mao Lilan said in a low voice.

Osamu Dazai himself was a little confused, never expecting Riri Yamabuki to see through his plot in a second.

Damn Russians!It's all his fault!He deserves to be single now!

"Mr. Dazai can do this kind of thing? It's amazing! I thought it was my father's trick." Chiaki Noro sighed.

Kudo Shinichi: "Mr. Noro can also remember the nuances of each card on the poker?"

Are there so many monsters?Or is this a trainable skill?He'll have to learn it the next time he's in Hawaii.

"I heard what my mother said." Nolu Qianming scratched his head, "It was my father who beat my mother at the poker table that made me who I am now. This deck of cards is the one on the poker table back then, and I kept it here as a souvenir , my mother often plays with it, probably because she is still brooding about her loss."

Who can be reconciled to losing half of his life in a game of cards.

The blizzard blocked outdoor entertainment, and when he was idle, he told the story of his parents that he had heard.

It was a period when the law was not perfect and Mafia was rampant. Casino business spread all over the city, and a contest at the poker table was enough to determine life and death.

The person favored by the goddess of fate kills all directions at the gambling table with a coin, and the person kissed by bad luck loses all his property, cuts off his fingers, and is put into a cement bag and sunk in the sea. It is absurd and crazy.

Noro Chiaki's parents came from two families that dominated the casino business, and their marriage was too close to each other, so a small question arose: after the marriage, which one will dominate?

"They agreed to use a game of cards to decide." Nolu Qianming said with a smile, "I heard that it was a very grand game, and people from the whole city came to watch. Although winning or losing does not affect their love, but losing itself It's still frustrating, my mother was very competitive."

"It's so romantic." Mao Lilan sighed, "It's an enemy and a lover. It's a very exciting past."

"Haha, mother may feel a little ashamed." Nolu Qianming laughed, "I'll wake them up. They always get up very late in winter, but the soup on the kitchen stove will be boiled dry, at least eat breakfast before going to bed. "

Chiaki Noro went upstairs, and Riri Yamabuki was bored, looking through the deck of cards one by one, looking for the big brightly colored monster card.

"Does Riri-chan believe the story Noro Chiaki-kun told?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly, propping his head up.

"Huh?" Riri Yamabuki flipped over a Q of Hearts, "It's nothing to do with me... Since yesterday, only Noro-kun has been entertaining us, and his parents have never shown up on the fourth floor."

"I know that Mr. Noro." Osamu Dazai said slowly with his fingertips on his chin, "Did Riri-chan forget, where did we get our tickets to the villa?"

——Port Mafia year-end party.

"Only the resorts owned by the partners will be included in the lottery candidates, otherwise it will not be a New Year's surprise if the lottery draws the lair of hostile forces."

"The Noro family has always been a subsidiary family of the port Mafia since the time of the previous leader." Osamu Dazai said flatly, "It was not until the generation of Noro Chiaki-kun that they gradually broke away from the business in the inner world and transformed into a ski resort. By entertaining us during the trial operation, the Noro family is showing their loyalty to Mr. Mori."

"The Nolu family was indeed engaged in the casino business in the past, and so was Nolu Qianming-jun's mother's family. The two families were once life-and-death enemies, and it was not until they got married that they eased up."

Manager A has always been in charge of the casino business in Port Mafia, but no one would ask why Osamu Dazai knew so clearly.

"Enemies of life and death?" Ritsu Yamabuki murmured, "Then, the 'romantic gamble' in Noro Chiaki-kun's story may not be what he said at all?"

"It might just be his parents beautifying their past," Dazai said.

The loving parents in the eyes of a son may never have existed.

"Boom!" A loud noise came from the stairs.

It wasn't an explosion, but the sound of a person rolling down the stairs in embarrassment.

Ye Lu Qianming, who was smiling honestly just now, ran down the stairs with red eyes, his face twitching, his tongue seemed to be tied, and there was a conspicuous bloodstain on his clothes.

"Father...my father!" He opened his mouth in vain, subconsciously looking in the direction of Osamu Dazai, "You, Mr. Dazai—please go and have a look!"

Kudo Shinichi looked suspiciously at Osamu Dazai immediately.

He noticed a very strange detail: Noro Chiaki's attitude towards the four guests was originally the same, casual and straightforward, but why is he the first to ask Dazai for help, and his tone is so respectful that it is almost fearful and humble?

Kudo Shinichi knew that Osamu Dazai was from the port of Mafia, but he didn't know that the very young boy in front of him played a pivotal role in the organization.

When he saw the tragic state of Mr. Ye Lu's body, the three-point suspicion in the detective's heart suddenly became very suspicious.

There are only so few people in the villa, there is a Mafia and a professional killer over there, if they are not listed as the first suspect, they will be sorry for their professional dignity.

"Don't look at me." Osamu Dazai coughed weakly twice, "I'm sick, and I need my sister to hug me and hold me high. How could I do such a terrible thing as murder?"

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

He wanted to order "Shameless" as a gift for this actor.

"Don't look at me either." Yamabuki Riri raised his hand lazily, "The murder method is too rough, don't insult my professionalism with such unprofessional things."

It makes sense, and Kudo Shinichi couldn't refute it at all.

More importantly, the alibi of Yamabuki Riri and Dazai Osamu is quite sufficient, just as they said: They really did it, no one can live here, how can there be detectives to solve the case?

The murderer is someone inside the villa.

The only person who has the most conditions to commit a crime is Mrs. Nolu, who has been married to Mr. Nolu for more than [-] years and has shared the same bed.

The case didn't even have room for a detective. When Nolu Qianming knelt down and cried and asked his mother why, Mrs. Nolu, who calmly put the blood-stained kitchen knife on the ground, didn't make any excuses. She just said to her son: "You Have you given the deck of cards to the guests?"

"I took it." Nolu Qianming trembled blankly, "Yes, shouldn't I take it? But mother, you want me to..."

"Just take it." Mrs. Nolu interrupted her son, she said flatly, "I have been waiting for this day for many years."

What's the meaning?Noro Chiaki looked at his mother with a foggy mind.

"Qianming, do you still remember the game about this deck of cards?" Mrs. Nolu said to herself, "Your father and I both told you that it was a romantic battle of loyalty."

"We lied."

"Back then, my family and the Nolu family were in conflict. I regarded your father as an enemy since I was a child. I never thought that I would marry him."

Mrs. Ye Lu looked at her blood-stained hands: "I was very angry when I heard the news of the marriage. I hate your father. He has been fighting with me since I was a child. Whether it is grades, card skills or other things, I always lose to him."

Mrs. Ye Lu is a very strong woman. She lost to her husband time and time again, and the two belonged to rival families, and they were fierce enemies.

"Maybe it's been too long, we have gradually developed a tacit understanding." Mrs. Yelu laughed, "It's ridiculous. In fact, we are very similar, and we are the only one who can understand each other. I can even gain The rare peace—even I don’t believe it myself, but I trust him from the bottom of my heart.”

"But he lied to me." Mrs. Ye Lu's voice was suddenly cold, "he lied to me when I trusted him the most and relied on him the most."

"That poker game was not a bet for dominance after the marriage." Mrs. Ye Lu took a deep breath, "It was an opportunity I fought desperately with the family. If I beat him, the family will cancel the marriage, Choose another method to cooperate with the Noro family."

Marriage is a common means of relaxation between two families, but it is not the only one. It is just the one with the least cost and the tightest connection.

Mrs. Yelu persuaded her parents on the grounds of gambling. As long as she wins the game, Mr. Yelu will lose to her family, which is very important to the Nolu family, as a bargaining chip, so that Mrs. Yelu has capital and Family negotiations.

"I made an agreement with him." Mrs. Ye Lu pursed her lips, "That casino is a loan to me, and I will return three times the principal with interest, just for him and me to play a show."

The two old enemies who have been fighting for more than ten years and know each other best reached an agreement: Mr. Ye Lu pretended to lose to Mrs. Ye Lu, and paid a casino to dissolve the marriage contract, and Mrs. Ye Lu would repay him three times the interest after one year.

"As a result, you all know," Mrs. Nolu murmured, "I still lost."

"He gave me that casino in its entirety as a gift." Mrs. Ye Lu sneered, "But what's the point?"

"Things that lie to women."

"He ruined my life and my freedom!"

"The Nolu family is a family protected by Mafia at the port, and I know that you will investigate his death internally." Mrs. Nolu looked up at Osamu Dazai, "I don't bother you, I deliberately chose to kill Mafia when the port came to save trouble. "

"I just didn't expect Mr. Dazai to come." Mrs. Noro tried her best to force a smile, "Your reputation is daunting."

Nothing is accidental.The vacation tickets sent to the port Mafia, the coming snowstorm, and the old fluffy playing cards... are connected into a dead heart.

"I've lived here for many years, and I can predict the snowstorm in advance. Qianming has grown up, and I have no reason to wait." Mrs. Nolu said calmly, "Everything is like this. The detective boy over there has a snowstorm this evening. It will stop and you can contact the police."

"I have a question." Dazai Osamu asked suddenly after listening for a while, "Do you know why Mr. Noro went back on his word in the game?"

A genius gambler who can memorize cards, wins or loses in just one thought.

"I don't know." Mrs. Ye Lu said dryly, "It's not important."

"It's very important." Osamu Dazai said flatly, "He died for it, and you hated him half your life for it, how could it not be important?"

"It's because Mr. Ye Lu likes you, madam." Mao Lilan squeezed her cuffs and said unexpectedly.

"Because I like you, I am looking forward to this marriage. Unlike your wife who is full of unwillingness, Mr. Noro is full of joy to know the news."

Mao Lilan said with difficulty: "Maybe he doesn't care about that casino at all, nor does he care about the relationship between the two families, he just..."

"I just like you and don't want to let you go."

"I know it's not right to deceive you in the name of love, but," Mao Lilan took a deep breath, "Ms. Ye Lu, do you really dislike Mr. Ye Lu? When you told the story of your youth, your eyes were clear. It's a smile!"

Maybe it's just that he didn't see through his own heart, or maybe it was just that he was unwilling to reconcile, so he resisted the marriage so much, and he hated Mr. Noro's selfish deception so much.

At the moment when his beloved was about to marry him, Mr. Noro chose a despicable way.He may have been lucky and wanted to make up for his sweetheart in his life after marriage, so he gave the casino to his wife and gave everything he had to his wife—Mao Lilan learned from their son that Mr. Yelu was very obedient to his wife on weekdays Baishun, do what you say.

Hearing Mao Lilan's words, Madam Ye Lu suddenly covered her face, her calm voice was broken, her voice was suppressed and desperate:

"But he lied to me! This, this kind of love born of lies! There is no sincerity at all!"

Her eyes were red: "From the very first lie, everything is irreversible!"

Confusion of love and hatred, mixing of lies and sincerity, two people who met when they were young, fought and loved each other, finally came to an end.

Does Mr. Noro, who was killed by his sweetheart, regret it?Osamu Dazai thought about it, and decided that it was probably not possible.

If he hadn't lied, if he had kept the agreement, Mrs. Noro, who couldn't wait to break off the engagement, would not have married him no matter what.

Like two parallel lines that were supposed to drift away, they were forcibly twisted together by a lie.

The only son of the two was kneeling on the ground, and Ye Lu Qianming opened his mouth blankly, like a fish that can't breathe.

Mrs. Yelu gently stroked her son's face: "I don't regret it. Qianming, you have grown up and can live well without us. This villa will be handed over to you in the future."

"Mother..." Nolu Qianming wanted to grab his mother's hand. What happened today was too exciting for him. He couldn't understand and couldn't think, so he could only follow the pace of others in vain.

"If there is any advice I can give you, maybe this is the only one." The lady who had suffered a crushing defeat in love said with a sigh.

"Don't lie to your lover, don't fall in love because of a lie. Remember, deceit is the root of all tragedies."

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the unstoppable sobbing of Nolu Qianming.Kudo Shinichi tentatively hugged the sentimental Mao Lilan's shoulder, racking his brains to find some words to comfort her.

During this uproar, Riri Yamabuki never spoke.Nolu Chiaki just managed to remember the admonition to Mrs. Nolu, and the person present who could really understand it was her, Osamu Dazai.

Mr. Noro and Mrs. Noro were delayed for life by a lie, and the relationship between Riri Yamabuki and Osamu Dazai—ha, it was all lies.

A chance encounter is a well-planned design, sweet talk is the honey flowing on the tip of a knife, and the fireworks in the sky are broken car windows, bullets penetrating the temple and the countdown to zero.

It's all a lie, it's all a lie.

"Is deceit the source of all tragedies...?" Riri Yamabuki clasped his fingers at Osamu Dazai, asking him to listen.

"I don't think they would have loved each other at all if they hadn't cheated."

Riri Yamabuki's clear and shallow breath pierced Dazai's eardrum, and the tingling itchiness rushed into his skull like an electric current.

"What do you think, Dazai?"