But what did Dazai do wrong?

Opposite the window is the sea.

Seagulls with snow-white feathers circled around the mast of the sailboat, and the fishing boats that set sail in the early morning returned one after another, and the fish scales on the boats were shining silver in the sun.

Riri Yamabuki half-kneeled in front of the bay window, with his fingertips against the cold glass, looking intently at Yokohama under the sun.

This is a beautiful city, unlike any city she has ever seen.

"Good morning, Yokohama."

When Osamu Dazai woke up, Riri Yamabuki had already packed herself. She was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants, and she was sitting on the sofa watching this morning's morning news.

"Grandpa's taste." Osamu Dazai yawned and slandered in a low voice.

He still couldn't get used to the fact that there was one more person in the family, although the apartment was indeed much more comfortable than the container.

Even though Riri Yamabuki was quiet and basically silent, Osamu Dazai still felt that the butcher's knife of the god of death would never fall, which really messed with his mentality.

Generally speaking, shouldn't it be the people who live with Osamu Dazai who worry about being held at gunpoint by him in the middle of the night and falling into eternal sleep?

Why did he become himself in fear?

Osamu Dazai couldn't understand.

I dare not ask.

"Ruli-chan~" Osamu Dazai hugged a fat crab pillow in his arms, and said cutely while nestling on the sofa, "I have a task to ask you, don't worry, it's super simple."

Riri Yamabuki divided part of his attention on the morning news to Osamu Dazai, and reminded him rationally and coldly:

"Today is the weekend."

In short: vacation, no work.

It's okay to do it, do you know about overtime pay?

"Don't be so down-to-earth in a strange place... I heard that the killers in Hakata don't have rest days." Dazai Osamu muttered.

Damn, he didn't even take a vacation himself!

"If the commission is enough, you can do it."

Thinking that Dazai Osamu, who had Mori Ogai as financial support, would no longer go whoring for nothing, Yamabuki Riri took out his mobile phone and glanced at the mission information sent by Dazai Ogai.

Just looking at the literal meaning, it seems to be a very simple and small pediatric task.

The fact that Pediatrics came to Osamu Dazai to entrust her was full of conspiracy.

"Two thousand and 350 people, all equipped with guns, twenty snipers are on standby secretly, the commander is in the safest place of the base, and the whole process of infrared monitoring has no dead ends."

Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai's office.

The subordinate stood in front of Osamu Dazai and reported: "This organization has raided one of our arsenals, and the boss ordered them to be dealt with this month, at all costs."

Osamu Dazai sat on the spacious seat, resting his elbows on the armrest, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand, tapping his temples lightly with his fingertips.

On the gray-green screen in front of his eyes, Riri Yamabuki stood in an invisible jungle, looking down at his phone.

Osamu Dazai knew that she was looking at the location he sent her.

"Mr. Dazai." The subordinate hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't help but say, "Do we really not need to send support?"

That's more than 2000 people!Not two hundred!

Riri Yamabuki is only one person!Not even a gun!

Giving away human heads is not such a free method.

The subordinate glanced regretfully at the indifferent black-haired girl in the surveillance, but he didn't want to continue watching, seeing her lying in a pool of blood, looking helpless and desperate.

If Mr. Dazai hadn't used "very simple" to describe this hell-difficult task, she must have made more adequate preparations and would not have died in vain like she is now.

She is obviously a girl who admires her...so cruel.

The subordinates lowered their heads, no longer doubting the rumor that the members of the interrogation class under Hongye Dazai were so afraid of Osamu Dazai that they would tremble when they saw his shadow.

Osamu Dazai stared at the screen carefully, and didn't even share his peripheral vision with his subordinate who was full of inner drama.

He did tamper with intelligence to conceal the true strength of the target.

"Let me see what your supernatural power is..." he murmured in a low voice.

Why until now, still fearless.

Riri Yamabuki put the phone back in his pocket.

The positioning given by Osamu Dazai was very detailed and won her heart.

Since becoming a paid mercenary, Riri Yamabuki has met various strange employers.

As soon as she came up, she held her hand and cried bitterly about how cruel her husband was and how arrogant her mistress was, how she didn't give her face.

Riri Yamabuki waited for the other party to cry and empty a bag of paper, and then got the appearance and location of the target from the mouth of the rich woman and sister.

3 minutes to kill, [-] hours to tree hole.

She suspects that what the rich woman and sister need is not a shark hand with no affection.

But a psychiatrist.

There are also successful people in suits and leather shoes, who scolded their partners for being double-faced and three-faced, while talking about their own success history and black knowledge, and even finally sent out "Being a mercenary has no future, why don't you come and do it with me?" Let's do business!" voice.

Riri Yamabuki refused very moved. She snatched the target information from the reluctant MLM boss, and ran to the road of harvesting heads without looking back.

It can be said that after drinking a box of Nongfu Spring, she still wants to continue.

There is also a dutiful son who is crying and saying that he wants to avenge the murder of his father, and catches Shan Chuilu's idea to write more than a dozen small essays to recall the warm past between himself and his father, and eats oranges while reciting "Back View".

The orange juice was all over his hands, and the portrait of killing his father and enemy that he had painted himself was blurred, so he could only hold the paintbrush and Qiqi Ai drew one for her on the spot.

Oh, the painter Da Xiaozi is a Fauvist, and she doesn't appreciate his art very much.

Riri Yamabuki doesn't care about the client's emotional history and psychological process at all. She just wants to know who to kill, how many to kill, where to kill, and how to kill.

Time, place, person, the three elements are given to her, and the customer just waits for the good news.

Customers like Osamu Dazai who only give one location and a sentence of "kill them all" are exactly the type that Riri Yamabuki likes the most.

How simple and straightforward, as expected of the first strange man who invited her to die in love, Riri Yamabuki was so moved that he wanted to offer him a [-]% discount.

"There are quite a lot of people." She glanced at it, and the dark heads were automatically converted into walking gold coins in the eyes of Riri Yamabuki. The eyes were full of gold, which made people full of motivation for work.

She raised her hand to grab it in the air, twisted her thumb and index finger lightly, and the debris shattered by the bullet dissipated on the ground along the trajectory of the wind.

The uncaught bullet hit her cold white skin and landed with two clangs, as if it had exhausted its energy in the process of accelerating.

"Mosquito bites are stronger than you."

Riri Yamabuki moved his arm, and said boringly: "At least take out the anti-infantry missile."

2000 people poured out, but she felt like no one was in the land.

"Monster! Not human, she is definitely not human!" The subordinate in front of the monitoring screen was horrified.

He stood up suddenly, his feet couldn't help stepping back, almost tripped over the chair and fell hard to the ground.

Osamu Dazai stared intently at Riri Yamabuki who was chopping people like melons on the screen.

The voice of the enemy commander in the bug ranged from disdain to scolding to desperate wailing, only a footstep was not in a hurry, stepping on the drumbeat of death.

Brutal, violent, and the most primitive wildness is revealed in every gesture.

Abandoning all external forces, Bloody interprets the ultimate aesthetics of violence.

"It looks very similar to Chu, but they are actually two completely different abilities." Osamu Dazai muttered to himself, "Chu uses gravity to control the bullets that hit him, while she..."

He survived all the attacks entirely by relying on physical strength.

Is this really something humans can do?

"Don't pay attention to this side anymore."

Osamu Dazai stood up, casually picked up the black trench coat draped over the back of the chair, and gave orders indifferently.

"The black lizard took someone with me and took this opportunity to capture another group of disobedient things."

The port Mafia was turned on its back by Osamu Dazai's order, and Riri Yamabuki snapped off the commander's head.

Well, staying alive is another price.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. Judging by Dazai Osamu's habit of prostitution, it is estimated that Mori Ogai is unwilling to pay for additional services.

She's saving money for Port Mafia.

Sending a text message to Osamu Dazai's number to ask him to call someone to clean up the ending, Riri Yamabuki stretched his waist, showing the relief on his face after exercising his muscles and bones.

2000 people are only enough for her warm-up exercise.

Weekends are going to look like weekends. Riri Yamabuki, who is back on vacation after finishing his work, is walking on the commercial street in Yokohama, thinking about whether to go to a bookstore to read a book or go to a bar to kill some time.

"Sister." A tender voice came from below, disturbing Riri Yamabuki who was deep in thought.

The little girl with a ball head stopped her with tears in her eyes, and held her skirt with her round hands: "Sister, what should I do if Xiao Mi is gone?"

The street was full of people, but she found Riri Yamabuki who had just returned from killing someone.

Riri Yamabuki stopped, she thought for a while, and squatted down to talk to the little girl so that she could look at herself: "I don't know Xiaomi, but you can ask me for a commission."

Children at this age don't understand the meaning of "entrustment". She just instinctively likes the beautiful sister who seems to be a thousand miles away from others, but actually kneels down and listens patiently to the children.

"Can I, can I entrust my sister to help me find Xiaomi?" the little girl asked expectantly.

The mercenary who has always only accepted murder business nodded seriously: "Of course, you are the sponsor, and I am the one responsible for fulfilling your wishes."

"But, I don't have anything to pay for." The little girl struggled to dig into her pocket, and only took out a half-melted candy.

"Then, give me this." Riri Yamabuki nodded the hydrogen balloon in the little girl's hand.

The hydrogen balloon is transparent, and a big smiling face is drawn with colored pens.

She stopped the little girl from giving her the hydrogen balloon: "No deposit is required for commissions below 500 million."

Those who receive deposits are all big orders, and it is really desperate to dare to go whoring for nothing.

Osamu Dazai, you are so brave.

"Xiao Mi is a white girl cat." The little girl gestured with her hands and feet, and said hard, "Her eyes are big! Her nose is pink! She likes to eat small dried fish."

Yamabuki Riri: "What else?"

Little girl: "It's gone, this is Xiaomi!"

Very good, Menghui is a face-blind customer who can't even describe his enemy's face without speaking human words.

"Well...Xiao Mi was scared away." The little girl racked her brains and said, "There was a grandpa who looked fierce and fierce, and Xiao Mi was scared away by him."

"The grandpa said that he would let the detectives help find Xiao Mi, but I don't believe it!"

The little girl swore: "Xiao Mi will run away as soon as she sees him!"

"Grandpa who is very serious and scary?" Ritsu Yamabuki murmured, "There are so many weirdos in Yokohama."

What she didn't realize was that she wasn't far off, either.

Except for the little girl who didn't know why she dared to come up to talk to her, the scout on the next street who could even be annoyed by autistic patients was hesitant and hesitant, and in the end she followed her heart's will and refused to come over to talk to her.

Even social animals cannot seek death for performance.

"I see." Yamabuki Riri nodded, "Wait for me here in half an hour."

Wow, cool!

The little girl stared at her tall, long-legged and beautiful elder sister disappearing into the crowd.

Mi is a cat.

For Riri Yamabuki, cats are easier to find than people.

Stopping and walking, the black-haired girl finally stopped at the entrance of a narrow alley, looking sideways at the dark alley behind the trash can.

A few minutes later, there was a rustle behind the garbage bag, and a black cat with sleek fur jumped onto the tin garbage can deftly, with its tail raised high.

There is only one reason a stray cat can have such fur—it is the king of the block.

Riri Yamabuki looked at the black cat standing on the trash can calmly.

Two pairs of similar cat pupils stared at each other for a while, and the black cat lowered its head first, retracting the sharp claws protruding from the pad.

It jumped to the ground, rubbed around Riri Yamabuki's ankle, and hooked her calf limply with its tassel-like tail.

"I'm looking for a white girl cat." Riri Yamabuki conveyed the little girl's description in the original words, "Domestic, big eyes, pink nose, likes small dried fish, was just scared by a very fierce grandpa .”

I don't know how the two of them, one speaking human language and the other cat language, can communicate without barriers. The black cat nodded its fluffy head seriously, and its whiskers trembled.

It stretched its waist and let out a long meow, and several cat's eyes of different colors lit up in the alley behind it.

The messy cats came out in a file, brushed past Riri Yamabuki's calf, and scattered into the street.

"Do you know that fierce and terrifying grandpa?" Riri Yamabuki let the black cat jump onto her shoulders, and the long beard shook gently against the girl's cheek.

The black cat stretched itself, and meowed twice proudly and disdainfully.

It was probably saying: a mere two-legged beast, where is it worthy of my attention?

"It makes sense." Riri Yamabuki accepted this explanation, "But I'm also a Two-legged beast."

The black cat immediately came up to rub her face sweetly, showing the kitty's double-standard behavior to the fullest.

If it wasn't for being stuck on Yamabuki Riri's shoulder, it would have exposed its soft belly for her to rub.

You are different meow, I like you so much meow!

Don't underestimate the power of cats, the meow team has made great contributions.

In less than 10 minutes, a round orange cat rolled over and landed at Riri Yamabuki's feet.

It took advantage of the situation and rolled, flicking its tail triumphantly.

Meow!Majesty, I found what you want!

Datachi led the way with a flick of its tail in front, and when Riri Yamabuki saw the lost Mimi squatting obediently in the circle surrounded by stray cats, the strays around him were breathing desperately in one direction.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stood there with a stiff face, pinching the small dried fish with his hands hidden in his sleeves, but he dared not take it out.

So many cats, is this paradise?

"President, someone is coming." Edogawa, who was hiding behind Fukuzawa Yukichi, poked Fukuzawa Yukichi's waist in a random way, motioning him to look to the right.

What reacted faster than Fukuzawa Yukichi was the army of stray cats. They looked at Riri Yamabuki as if they saw their family members.

"Meow!" The cat general headed by screamed loudly.

King!Help the king!The enemy is terrible, we will not be able to stand up to the king!

"The white one...is Xiaomi." Riri Yamabuki walked over, and the stray cats spontaneously made way for her, and each cat took the initiative to rub the tip of its tail against the girl's calf when passing by.

Before Riri Yamabuki stretched out his hand, the little white-haired cat raised its head super proactively, and raised its two paws to be hugged by her.

"Your master entrusted me to find you." Riri Yamabuki pushed Xiao Mi's neck away, and the cat saw the light pink collar, and then nodded to confirm its identity.

She turned sideways, and unexpectedly saw Fukuzawa Yukichi who had a solemn and majestic expression, but could hardly hide the envy in his eyes.

"?" Riri Yamabuki tilted his head in confusion, Fukuzawa Yukichi's long silver hair stood out in the sunlight.

Keywords retrieved: very fierce, very scary, grandpa.

She suddenly realized: "You are the prisoner who scared Xiao Mi away."

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

There is no need to use the word prisoner to describe him.