But what did Dazai do wrong?

The furthest distance in the world is not life and death.

Instead, he was holding a small dried fish and standing at one end, while the cat was breathing desperately at the other end.

Fukuzawa Yukichi just wanted to lick the cat, why is it so difficult?

Riri Yamabuki can't understand his pain, there is no cat in the world who doesn't get close to her.

There seems to be one.

The one kept at home is very unfriendly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at the fluffy army hiding behind Riri Yamabuki, and silently took back the dried fish in his hand.

"You were also entrusted by that girl to find the cat?" Edogawa, who was hiding behind Fukuzawa Yukichi, jumped out and said unconvinced, "She doesn't believe in the skills of a famous detective!"

Outrageous!

The truth is, even if you find you, you won't be able to bring Xiaomi back.

The cat is going to be scared out of its wits.

Riri Yamabuki is not interested in chatting with strangers. Amidst the eager urging of cats and cats, she hugs Xiaomi and plans to turn around and leave.

Ranpo Edogawa, who was ignored, suddenly became even more angry. He felt that his dignity as a famous detective had been severely challenged!

"stop!"

The young detective in a plaid cloak stood in the way of Riri Yamabuki with his hips akimbo, and put on the glasses he took out from nowhere.

He opened a pair of cold green eyes.

Riri Yamabuki stopped, her gaze stayed on Edogawa Ranpo's eyes for two seconds, and she unexpectedly asked in a good-tempered manner, "What's the matter?"

"You..." Edogawa Ranpo didn't know what to see, and said vaguely.

"Just because the color of the eyes is beautiful, you look at people differently, and you will suffer a lot sooner or later."

"Just like you," he paused, "like the guy you keep at home. You think you're just a whim, and it's not easy to get out after being vortexed."

Yamabuki Riri listened carefully to Edogawa Ranpo's words.

She gave a rare smile, and the fleeting smile that melted the frost was so beautiful that it dazzled her eyes.

"Thank you for the advice, I have my purpose."

She did not deny Edogawa Ranpo's words.

The thing that attracted Riri Yamabuki the most to Osamu Dazai was indeed those gloomy water-colored kite eyes.

It was precisely because of her love for these eyes that she temporarily changed her purpose and temporarily stayed in Yokohama.

"The smell of blood is so strong that it's about to come out, and I'm free to find a cat for the child." Edogawa murmured indiscriminately.

His temper came and went quickly, and Edogawa Ranpo quickly gloated:

"Whatever, it's Port Mafia who's unlucky anyway."

The little girl held the string of the hydrogen balloon and looked forward to it on the street. At a glance, she saw Riri Yamabuki who was followed by a mighty army of stray cats.

Excitedly, she tiptoed and waved her hands vigorously: "It's Xiao Mi! My sister found Xiao Mi back!"

"The task is completed, remember to give me five-star praise in your heart." Riri Yamabuki accepted the hydrogen balloon given to her by the little girl in a good mood.

She casually wrapped the long white thread of the hydrogen balloon around her wrist a few times and tied it in a loose knot.

The transparent hydrogen balloon with a smiling face rising and falling with the breeze, Riri Yamabuki with one hand in the pocket of his trousers, strolling in the busy commercial street.

a happy day.

"It sucks." Osamu Dazai said in a bad mood.

The huge training ground was so quiet that even a needle could be heard clearly. Everyone tried their best to hold their breath, for fear that they would be noticed by the young boss who was in a bad mood and would take him out and shoot him.

Osamu Dazai sat in the only place with light, and the doctor who rushed over was sweating profusely to disinfect the wound, remove the shell casings, and bandage the wound.

The thick blood soaked the gauze, and Dazai Osamu's face was as pale as frost under the bright light.

His expression was cold, and even his eyelashes did not tremble in the slightest due to the pain without anesthesia at all.

"The number of enemies is less than one-third of hers, and I personally commanded the battle to produce such results."

Osamu Dazai's voice was colder than the snow in Siberia: "Do you have anything to say?"

The black lizard watched his heart, and did not dare to make a sound.

Osamu Dazai's tactics are of course no problem, and there is no better tactician than him in the entire port of Mafia.

Riri Yamabuki wiped out more than 300 people by himself in the morning, and they faced less than one-third of the enemies she faced. In the end, Osamu Dazai was injured, and Port Mafia narrowly won.

"The rookies who disobeyed the command have been handed over to the torturers." In the silence, only Guangjin Liulang replied calmly.

He bowed slightly to Osamu Dazai: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Dazai, the black lizard has failed your trust, and I will train them more."

If it wasn't for the ignorant and fearless newcomer with supernatural powers who didn't listen to Dazai's command and mess around with things, Dazai would not be injured because of a temporary change of tactics.

Gwangjin Liulang has gone through two generations of leaders, and has an unusual position in the port of Mafia. Dazai Osamu will not be too disrespectful to him.

Even if he stays here to teach others, there will be no results, and the foolish guy will only waste his tongue.

Osamu Dazai finished dealing with the troublesome affairs with a cold face, and he didn't return to the apartment until the night fell, with his waist and abdomen wrapped in bandages.

Before the door was opened, the human voice and music coming from the TV behind the door made Osamu Dazai feel even worse.

Sucks, why would he meet the culprit at home after a busy day that caused his bad mood?

If Riri Yamabuki hadn't completed the task so well, Osamu Dazai wouldn't have become blowfish because of his subordinate's idiot behavior.

Blame her!

Dazai was childishly angry.

He was in a bad mood, and when he opened the door, he saw Riri Yamabuki sitting on the sofa watching a Blu-ray DVD while playing with a hydrogen balloon up and down.

"Are you back?" Riri Yamabuki's gaze stayed on the blue-ray screen, and he casually asked Osamu Dazai who was standing at the door, "It's so late, and you all work overtime on weekends like this..."

"boom!"

The smiling face on the hydrogen balloon suddenly shattered.

The plastic residue that had lost its filling gas could no longer float in the air, and the white thread pulling the hydrogen balloon fell limply and landed on the back of Riri Yamabuki's hand.

Osamu Dazai raised the gun emitting white smoke indifferently, and said with a sleepy expression, "Thank you for letting me know how useless my subordinates are."

He didn't understand what he said, but everyone in the room knew that the "thank you" that Osamu Dazai said was exactly this bullet.

"Are you injured?" Riri Yamabuki asked abruptly.

"Thanks to them." Osamu Dazai said blankly, "I'm afraid of pain."

The lights in the apartment were not turned on, only the blue light of the TV illuminated the darkness in front of my eyes.

Osamu Dazai was hidden in the darkness, his side face was blurred by gunpowder smoke, he suddenly asked:

"Are you afraid of pain?"

Riri Yamabuki slowly untied the white rope tied around his wrist, and threw it into the trash can along with the balloon debris.

She replied frankly, "I don't feel any pain."

"It's true." For some reason, Yamabuki Riri found the suspicious look of "I don't believe it" in Dazai Osamu's eyes very amusing, "Why should I lie to you?"

"Natural?" Osamu Dazai was a little envious.

"How is it possible." Riri Yamabuki squinted his eyes, and fell back on the soft sofa, "Well, if you insist, it is a necessary condition for evolution."

She didn't intend to continue talking.

There are some things in the past that cannot be described in simple words, and only those who have experienced everything know what it is like.

The effect of Yamabuki Riri's ability is cell strengthening and limb regeneration.

Every time she is injured, the body reshaped by the ability will become stronger.

From a thin body that is more fragile than normal people, to a terrifying physique that is inhuman and demonic today, it is the ferocious fruit of countless pains, wounds, and bloodstains.

"Yamabuki, you did a great job." The doctor who couldn't see his face under the glare of the surgical light said proudly, "It is indeed my most perfect experimental product."

The blood-stained chainsaw and ax lay all over the floor under the operating table, and the pale girl lying on the operating table glanced indifferently at the thick needle on the arm for drawing blood.

It doesn't matter, I don't feel any pain anyway.

I've said it many times.Don't call her by the name of a flower.

That kind of beautiful and fragile thing has no connection with her at all.

Flowers that are easily destroyed.

She wants to destroy everything.

"Pain, if you get used to it, will gradually disappear."

Riri Yamabuki picked a strand of hair that fell on her fingertips, she thought for a while and said, "To be honest, I kind of miss it."

"It's better to let you review it today."

Osamu Dazai walked in, aiming his gun firmly between Riri Yamabuki's forehead, and holding her wrist with his other hand.

【Human disqualification】

The moment Dazai Osamu covered his palm, Riri Yamabuki clearly felt that something had disappeared.

"Your ability can eliminate other people's abilities?" She experienced it with interest, without the panic and fear of other ability users who found that the ability they depended on for survival disappeared.

The moment Osamu Dazai grasped her wrist, he understood something was wrong.

The pulse is the most vulnerable part of the human body. When you press your fingertips on the pulse, you can clearly count the heartbeat. There is only a thin layer of skin as a barrier.

Even with a body as dense as Chuya Zhongyuan, the dagger can still cut through his wrist. This is the limit of the human body.

Ke Shanbuki's legal principles have no limits.

Even if Osamu Dazai rushed to the kitchen immediately and pulled out a sharpened kitchen knife, he couldn't even leave a shallow scratch on Riri Yamabuki's wrist.

The body that has been strengthened, [Disqualification in the World] is invalid.

Is she really a person?

Osamu Dazai doubts life.

He used to think that human-shaped self-propelled nuclear weapons were a metaphor, but he never expected it to be so realistic.

It is his shallow knowledge.

Things suddenly became embarrassing, and the gun in his hand was so hot.

There is nothing that Dazai Osamu can't pass the test cutely, he let go of his hand as if nothing happened, pretending that he didn't do anything to die.

Come when you want, leave when you want, how can there be such a good thing?

Riri Yamabuki grasped Osamu Dazai's hand holding the gun, and pulled him in his direction with his backhand.

In an instant, the two switched places.

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy fell on the sofa full of pillows, and Riri Yamabuki's grip on his wrist remained undiminished.

She knelt on the sofa with one knee, her knee pressed Dazai Osamu's movement of getting up, and the long cold hair hung down on the young man's cheek and gently brushed.

"What do you want to do?" Osamu Dazai was about to be broken by the pain of her clenched wrist, and he even heard the creaking sound of bones being squeezed in a trance.

Riri Yamabuki slowly pushed up the hand holding Osamu Dazai's wrist, and squeezed his knuckles into his palm, bit by bit hooking away Osamu Dazai's fingers holding the gun.

"Didn't your teacher teach you? Don't play guns in front of enemies stronger than you."

She straightened up, and with Dazai Osamu's suddenly heavy breathing, the drooping gun muzzle moved down from the heart inch by inch, and finally settled on his abdomen.

Riri Yamabuki held the gun and looked down at Osamu Dazai, raised the muzzle of the gun, and lifted his shirt to reveal the blood-oozing bandage underneath.

The looming bloody smell lingering at the tip of her nose hit her face.

Riri Yamabuki was speechless for a moment: You can die with such strength, is Osamu Dazai suffering from indigestion from eating too much Pippi shrimp?

The scorching heat of the contact between the muzzle and the skin made Osamu Dazai tense his waist and abdomen, and the belated pain accompanied by the dangerous feeling of being pinned against the vitals pulled the nerves into a thin thread.

The barrel of the gun was still hot, and the safety catch was not pulled, and there was a danger of a fire at any time.

With the free hand of Riri Yamabuki, he brushed his long hair behind his ear, and his slender fingers were stained with blood from the bandage.

She thought that tonight Osamu Dazai smashed the hydrogen balloon for the legitimate reward she got from the "client" without saying a word, and called it a gift of thanks.

A cat is a creature that lacks discipline.

"Reciprocity."

She leaned down and kissed Osamu Dazai's wound lightly.

The slightly cool icy touch is only gentle and comfortable in the first second.

Riri Yamabuki stuck out the tip of her tongue to taste the taste, the rich rust smell made her squint her eyes with satisfaction, and took a sip unceremoniously.

hungry.

She lazily raised her face, her lips were bright red.

"As a punishment, I moved unceremoniously."