But what did Dazai do wrong?

"We've hit the biggest hurdle we've ever had, and we're facing a serious test."

"My lords, this is a struggle that cannot be defeated!"

In the pitch-dark room, the silence seemed to weigh on everyone's shoulders, and the oppressive atmosphere spread like a plague.

The faint blue projection in the sky is projected frame by frame, and the fluorescence faintly illuminates the frowning brows of the people who are hidden in the darkness.

"I believe that you all have a general understanding of the current situation." The host stood by the projection, facing his colleagues in the dark with a solemn tone.

"From the time when the previous leaders ruled the port of Mafia, we were the backbone and pillars of the organization. It can be said that without us, the port of Mafia would not be as dazzling as it is today."

Hearing this, the audience below nodded frequently and quietly straightened their rickety backs.

Their long experience brought them vain self-confidence. It seemed that as long as they emphasized that they had been in office long enough and their qualifications were old enough, they would have the confidence to think that they were an indispensable and important figure in the port Mafia, and they were worthy of the leader's patience.

"Last year, I made an outstanding contribution to the organization's financial revenue." Some people proudly showed off to their colleagues.

The colleague nodded and smiled implicitly, and didn't say "Yes, when nearly half of the organization's benefits come from the contribution of Mr. Dazai, your performance is really 'excellent'".

"We were born and died for the port of Mafia, and we once knew right from wrong. Without us, how could Mori Ogai successfully succeed to the throne! Now his suppression of us is the most shameful act of crossing rivers and demolishing bridges!" The host said generously probably said passionately.

It is undoubtedly extremely disrespectful to call Mori Ogai by his first name in Mafia port.Although the leader who sometimes holds a small foreign skirt and flirts with Alice looks elegant and easy-going, and occasionally has a good-tempered appearance when he is scorned by Osamu Dazai, but the BOSS is the BOSS, and he is above all. above people.

The reason why the host dared to say this is because his qualifications are really old enough - he was a member of the port Mafia when the previous leader joined the port, he had witnessed the death of the old leader, the current leader Mori Ogai came to power, and he was in the cleaning of the new boss During the operation, he succeeded in saving his life because he was knowledgeable enough and foolish enough.

"Back then Mori Ogai was just a little doctor." An old man in the audience snorted coldly, "I always thought that the death of the previous generation must be strange... the one who testified for him was just a little ghost, and now he wants to climb over us up!"

When Osamu Dazai was mentioned, the quiet conference room was startled by whispers, and the buzzing sound continued, and the host had to press down with his hand gesture to signal everyone to silence.

"Yes, we have finally mentioned the main topic of this meeting." The host looked sideways at the projection screen. On the screen, the black-haired boy who raised his eyes indifferently was wearing a large black windbreaker, and coldly glanced at the worms peeping at him in the darkness.

Even though it was just a photo, the room where the host couldn't completely quiet down even after making several noises fell into absolute silence.

"A 16-year-old cadre candidate is unique in the history of port Mafia. Now that he is 17 years old, Mori Ogai has deliberately removed the first two words of cadre candidate."

"Everyone, let's not mention how humiliating it is to us to sit on the most prestigious cadre position in the port Mafia at his age. Osamu Dazai alone is a great hindrance to us!"

"May I ask my colleagues sitting in the audience, how many of them dare to say that their hands are innocent? How many of them dare to swear that they have not made any small moves behind the back of the current leader? ——I am not saying that everyone is a traitor. Mafia's loyalty can be learned from heaven and earth. However, our loyalty is not to the leader, but to this organization."

These words of hypocrisy to the extreme and self-persuasion to the extreme undoubtedly touched the hearts of the audience.They had defected from the previous leader and switched to Mori Ogai for the benefit of their lives. From the very beginning, they lost the possibility of becoming the current leader's confidant.

Different from the cadre Ozaki Hongye who still received important tasks after the change of dynasty, the status of these "old people" is like a teetering stone on the edge of a cliff, only to be kicked into the abyss with the last kick.

"When Osamu Dazai becomes a cadre, we really have no way out." The host said heavily, "We must stop him, even at all costs!"

What he said was impassioned, but the attitude of the audience below was not as active as when he condemned Mori Ogai. Some people's words flickered, some people's eyes dodged, and some people talked about him, hesitating and hesitating.

It's not that they were cowardly, the psychological shadow that Osamu Dazai caused to them was too great.Don't look at the contempt someone yelled "little devil" just now, as soon as he walks out of this door, he must immediately bow his head and submit, his eyes even only dare to stare at Dazai Osamu's toes, and he doesn't even have the courage to glance up.

The host waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for someone to answer the conversation, so he couldn't help but yelled at the coward in his heart.

"Damn it, do these old bastards want me to stand up for them? Don't think about it! I haven't been beaten by Mr. Dazai for three days. I'm so happy that I just want to sing "Good Life". How can I die for them so easily? I have to instigate them to come together... No, why did I use 'Mr. Dazai' when I was talking in my heart? Damn, the psychological shadow is too stubborn, I will go to another psychiatrist after the meeting!"

The host wrote down the change of the fifth psychiatrist on the schedule in his heart, presided over the meeting in a solemn and dignified manner, and directly named the old man who had a tough attitude before: "I hope to hear your opinion, your excellent wisdom will definitely be able to lead us on the right path."

The old man, who was suddenly named, scolded the host in his heart for being insidious and cunning: "He is afraid, so am I not afraid? Why do hard-working people make things difficult for each other! The young man doesn't talk about martial arts, he has no conscience, and he wants me to block it for him with my old bones." Knife, what a poisonous heart!"

The old man stood up slowly and coughed heart-piercingly: "Cough! My old man is not in good health. Now is the age of young people. I believe that there must be outstanding young people with courage and wisdom among us." Man, he is our chosen leader."

A group of old foxes pushed each other and pushed you, and finally found the only one among them who was not afraid of death.Heartless waved his hand impatiently: "Chirping and talking so much, it's all nonsense! What's so scary about Osamu Dazai? Although he is smart, even people with supernatural powers can't do anything to him, but adults, times have changed! Now it's guns! age! One bullet is enough to send him to God!"

This is true.

There were so many enemies who were confident that they could kill Osamu Dazai but died without a whole body, and they thought the same way :)

"Not necessarily impossible." Someone was silent for a moment, and proposed, "The reason why Osamu Dazai can deal with the enemy is because he knows that they are enemies and has prepared for them. We are different, he has no reason to guess that we will suddenly turn against each other. We can cut off his support first." , and then do it when he is alone, the possibility of success is very high."

"Yes." His words were inspiring, and soon someone continued, "Osamu Dazai is not a director with a script in hand, as long as we act fast enough and covertly, maybe we will succeed!"

Whispering began again. The host was relieved that someone finally started to use his brain instead of just standing on the stage and talking embarrassingly, so he didn't have the heart to break their self-comforting illusion.

"That," Watson in the audience had a blind spot, and raised his hand weakly to remind, "Did everyone forget someone?"

"The bullet can solve Osamu Dazai, provided that he doesn't have a girlfriend named Riri Yamabuki."

The scene was suddenly silent.

"Yes," the host pressed the down button on the remote control in his hand, and the photo on the projection screen changed. "She is the real trouble that hinders our actions."

The last photo of Osamu Dazai was his face, because it was not a sneak shot, but a picture that the host used his own authority to capture from the Mafia surveillance at the port.

When he wanted to use the same method to get Riri Yamabuki's photo, he found that the port Mafia's surveillance cameras, which claimed to have no dead ends, couldn't spell out her complete face.

He was dazzled by pasting the whole person on the video, and he could only capture a broken back of her, or a leftover profile of her.

The last photo I got was found by the host in a photography enthusiast exchange forum with great luck. It was taken at the Tokyo Summer Temple Fair a year ago.

The black-haired girl in a moon-white yukata embellished with Ditang flowers has her long hair coiled up, and a pearl-embellished Bu Yao is inserted in her hair. She is small and exquisite and cute. She seems to have noticed the existence of the camera, and she turned her head slightly to look.

The dark golden pupils hit the center of the lens, and the inhuman indifference brings a terrifying shock, fear and surprise mixed together, suffocating charm.

"'I'm sorry, I couldn't help but take pictures because I like them so much, I'm very sorry, I'll delete them right away!' I said this to her, but I was allowed to keep the photos instead, super lucky! The unified reply, the beauty in the photos My sister is not single, she has a boyfriend, and her boyfriend is so handsome, so handsome that I feel inferior and dare not speak QAQ"

Because the popularity is so high, even in the past year or so, people have kept posting it, which is why the moderator discovered it.

"Yamabuki Riri, originally a mercenary who was active in Hakata Ikebukuro and other places, joined the port Mafia a year ago in the form of external recruitment, directly connected with the BOSS, and occasionally participated in operations led by Osamu Dazai. She has an excellent reputation in Hakata, continuous He has been selected as the most efficient and professional killer for several years, with unknown supernatural powers, and possesses inhuman terrifying physical qualities, and bullets can't even leave marks on his skin."

"Although we have worked with her for nearly a year in name, Port Mafia doesn't know much about her, most of which are forum gossip - don't look at me with weird eyes, browsing the forum is an indispensable part of intelligence gathering, I don’t believe you didn’t open a small account and reply to the post—except for Dazai Osamu, her personal relationship with the port Mafia is relatively ordinary, and her personality is relatively cold, except when she is with her boyfriend. "

In the end, there is no need for evidence. They are all people who browse the forum. Who hasn't eaten dog food to survive.

"She is really scary." Someone in the audience said with lingering fear, "A while ago, Black Lizard and I cleaned up a hostile organization, and asked the headquarters for support because the enemy was unexpectedly strong. Maybe she was free that day, so I came to help gave us a hand."

"So--such a big building." The man gestured with his hands and feet together, "There was a crash, a bang, and tons of tons collapsed, smashing the enemy stupidly. In the end, the enemy boss cried and begged us to open the net!" On the one hand, she stopped."

A strong man, big and small, cried so much that his nose and tears covered his face, and the black lizard couldn't bear to see it.

"It's a difficult problem." But the matter has come to this point, and no one is willing to give up. The heartless person who spoke before said unwillingly: "How can a person not have weaknesses? As long as she is a person, she must have weaknesses!"

"But I don't think Osamu Dazai and Riri Yamabuki are human." Someone threatened in a low voice.

"Gentlemen, don't spoil your aspirations with the prestige of others!" The host emphasized, "We have no way out. Opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared, and we are the ones who are prepared! Right now there is an incompetent Great opportunity to come again!"

"Guys, do it, or don't you do it?"

In the darkness, pairs of cloudy eyes were dim and unspeakable.

……

"Business trip?" Yamabuki Riri raised his head from the "Russian Poetry Collection" in his hand, and looked at Osamu Dazai who was looking for something in the living room.

"It's very close, it's in Tokyo, but we have to stay for one night." Osamu Dazai took the rose out of the vase and looked inside the vase, "Ri Li-chan, have you seen my "Complete Suicide Manual"?"

"If you can find it in the vase, I won't hold you accountable for keeping my two pots of flowers dead." Riri Yamabuki glanced at the pink and white rose whose petals were scattered and pitifully held in the palm of Dazai Osamu, and continued Looking down at the book, "I didn't see it, you can look for it again."

Osamu Dazai stuffed the broken flower branch back into the vase: "Ruli-chan, do you know? I have always had a dream."

Riri Yamabuki: "Become the Yangko star of Port Mafia?"

"No," said Osamu Dazai seriously, "to become a famous detective."

"You can consider jumping from the port of Mafia to the Armed Detective Agency now, and you can also kill Mr. Mori by the way. It's a good deal no matter what you think."

Riri Yamabuki tapped the hard-shell book in his hand: "So, detective, what did you deduce?"

"I deduced that the prisoner who made me go back and forth from the living room to the bedroom three times and failed to find the book was pretending to be innocent in front of me."

Osamu Dazai stood in front of Riri Yamabuki, and condescendingly tapped the hardshell book "Selected Russian Poems" in her hand with his chin.

Riri Yamabuki and him looked at each other for a few seconds, and slowly opened the pages with the hand on the book cover, revealing the red and white cover of "Complete Suicide Manual" sandwiched under the poetry selection.

"The book is very interesting." The prisoner caught by the detective turned his attention to the guest, "Let me read it for another day."

"No problem." Osamu Dazai gave me a very easy-to-talk expression, "As long as Riri-chan goes on a business trip with me."

"Without it, can't you sleep?" Yamabuki Riri didn't understand, she asked strangely, "You use the suicide manual as a pacifier?"

She knows that some people who are sensitive to beds will bring some items with familiar smells when they go to strange places, such as cuddling bears and small blankets, just like the pacifiers in babies' mouths.

Is her boyfriend overly sensitive and slender?Riri Yamabuki is worried.

Osamu Dazai never knew what kind of outrageous image he had in his girlfriend's heart.Such an outrageous relationship has been maintained until now, who would not say true love after seeing it?

"Ryri-chan's speculation about me is full of malice." Dazai Osamu complained, "I was injured, and I have to go on a business trip with Riri-chan to heal it!"

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If Mori Ogai made an unreasonable request for her to work overtime in such a contrived and coquettish tone, Riri Yamabuki would have given him a luxurious ICU treatment package with a punch, and beat him to the hospital on the spot.

But the cat is rolling, who doesn't like a cat playing tricks?The cat wants you to accompany him, is he still human if he doesn't?

"It's just a business trip for one night." Riri Yamabuki stood up and simply packed his luggage, "Why are you so clingy?"

"Isn't it good to go on a date at public expense?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head to act cute, his eyes lightly fell on the five most conspicuous buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and he added casually, "Maybe there are unexpected good shows to watch."

"Did you know?" Riri Yamabuki said slowly, "The last person who said he was half-hiding and half-hiding in front of me was Orihara Rinya, and I happily gave him a pair of crutches that are more than enough for next year. Accepted my gift very gratefully."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Although, why is he so happy to hear that Orihara Lin is also unlucky?Lili sauce, well done!

"It's just a guess." Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, "Because it's a rare good opportunity, but the possibility that they are too timid cannot be ruled out. Grandpa likes to look forward and backward when doing things."

"So confident, be careful of overturning the car." Riri Yamabuki reminded me lightly, "Let's go, where are you staying tonight?"

The hotel that Osamu Dazai chose to stay in was naturally a property owned by the port Mafia, and he didn't even need to show his ID, he just swiped his face and checked in.

"This is the key card for rooms 403 and 404. The hotel provides breakfast from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am. If you have any additional needs, please contact the front desk. I wish you a pleasant stay."

The waiter with a friendly smile bowed politely and left. It will be time for her to change shift soon.She changed into casual clothes in the locker room, and verbally explained some precautions while waiting for her colleagues to change their uniforms, but she couldn't wait for her partner who had worked together for several years.

"The guests in 403 and 404 live in two rooms? Didn't they come together?" A strange voice sounded behind the waiter.

She turned her head in shock, and saw a completely unknown woman in a hotel uniform with two room cards in her hand.

"I'm very sorry? Are you a new employee?" The waiter asked cautiously because he was wearing a familiar uniform.

"Miss Murani has asked for leave, and I will take her one day's shift." The strange woman said.

Ms. Muranishi was the name of the person the waitress was waiting for.She relaxed a little, but the waiter who had worked in this hotel for many years vaguely knew that the company behind her was unusual, so she took out her mobile phone to call the foreman out of insurance, and got a positive answer.

"Yes, the guests in 403 and 404 live in two separate rooms." The waitress replied, "I'm also a little surprised, they should be lovers."

"It's not surprising." The strange woman whispered to herself, "They're all abnormally vigilant aliens. It seems that the relationship between them is not that close... Great."

"What?" The waitress didn't hear the strange woman's words clearly. The woman glanced at her and said in a strange tone, "Aren't you going home after get off work? Why don't you wait a while, and I'll buy you a drink."

I don't want to socialize with strangers after get off work.The waitress curled her lips quietly, shaking her head and refusing.She walked out of the locker room with her small bag, and happened to rub shoulders with the head waiter who was walking towards her.

"Hurry up and go home." The female foreman who used to be strong pressed her shoulder softly and urged, "I will give you a day off tomorrow, and come back the day after tomorrow."

?Have a vacation?For a moment, the waitress even suspected that she had been fired. Their hotel has never been considerate of the staff!

The female waitress watched the foreman walk into the locker room, guessing that the foreman should also be getting ready to change clothes to leave work now, thinking about going with her later, and asking her important questions about whether she was fired. Will be so anxious that I can't sleep!

The waitress stood in the corridor holding her small bag for a while, thinking she was so stupid standing there, why didn't she go to the locker room and wait?

Thinking of this, she walked slowly towards the women's dressing room with the door ajar.

"...You should understand who you are loyal to... There is only one chance, and the price of failure is not what you and I can pay..."

What are they talking about?The waitress moved closer, trying to hear.

"The little waiter just now, do you want to protect her?" The waitress heard the strange woman's voice clearly, "It's a pity that she doesn't accept your favor and is eavesdropping outside the door."

was found!The face of the waitress turned red, and the door in front of her was opened. The waitress didn't dare to look at the face of the foreman, and immediately bent down and bowed: "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just want to wait for you to come together after get off work." -"

Her voice stopped abruptly, a heavy bloody head rolled down on the red carpet, and her wide-eyed surprised eyes looked up at a corpse with hunchbacked shoulders and blood dripping from its neck.

Hot blood dripped on her face.

She looked at her dead body and thought dully: Ah, am I dead?

The headless corpse fell heavily on the blood-red carpet.

The strange woman put away the knife in her hand, and glanced indifferently at the trembling female foreman: "Are you going to do extra things?"

The strong foreman, who used to say one thing in front of his subordinates, moved his lips and his voice trembled: "No, she doesn't know anything... What are you trying to do? What exactly does that lord want to do! Who are the guests in rooms 403 and 404!"

"Tsk, haven't the grassroots stationed in Tokyo ever been called back to the headquarters? No wonder you can ask such valuable questions. But it's also good, if you don't know their names, you won't be so afraid." The strange woman murmured.

She raised the bloody blade and stared into the eyes of the female foreman: "When the hotel was built, the ventilation pipes in each room here had special lines, and each door had a mechanism that forced it to open. You should know the control device. Where."

"take me."

It was night, and the soft carpet covering every corridor of the hotel covered the sound of human walking, and well-trained figures came to the fourth floor silently, blocking every escape channel.

In rooms 403 and 404, the central air conditioner was running smoothly, and the colorless and odorless anesthetic gas replaced the air, permeating the air.

With a beep, the locked door was opened.