But what did Dazai do wrong?

"Show me your invitation, miss."

The envelope with gilt patterns on the red background flashed in the pupils of the waiter, and the guest who handed the invitation letter was half covered by the gilt mask, only the white chin was exposed.

A cover-up that is common on cruise ships, the guests at the underground auctions were the rare ones who showed their true colors.

"This is A's territory after all." The waiter covered his collar with his collar, thinking, "It's normal for normal people to be afraid of Mafia."

The invitation letter for the underground auction is in the form of anonymity, as long as you can get the envelope, you are a distinguished guest of the cruise ship.

"Thank you for your cooperation, and I wish you a pleasant journey." The waiter handed back the invitation letter and said in a low voice, "Guests who come here for the first time, please abide by the rules of the cruise ship. The host here really doesn't like noisy guests."

"The price of offending A here is definitely not something a lady can afford... Even if she jumps off the ship and escapes, she will be rolled into meat by the turbine, even if she sympathizes with women, no one will disobey A's order to help her... I hope she is safe and sound Spend the auction in minutes." The waiter touched the collar around his neck and lowered his head again.

Riri Yamabuki took the envelope lightly and walked into the ballroom with heavy curtains.

A is reluctant in every possible way to Osamu Dazai's reimbursement application, but he is still generous to the cash cow, and he is not stingy with luxury.The cruise ship provides a grand buffet, all kinds of cookies, cakes, fruit pies, meringue buns and salads are all provided for free by yourself.

Riri Yamabuki held a glass of bubbling ice wine, hesitating between chicken breast salad and tuna salad, his lips stained with wine were shining brightly.

"I recommend tuna." The masked man leaned over and suggested friendlyly, trying to strike up a conversation, "First time? I haven't seen you before."

"Wearing a mask, who knows who?" Riri Yamabuki gave up the choice of salad, neither of which she liked very much.

"I'm sure I won't admit you to a beauty with such an outstanding temperament." The man smiled and complimented, "Do you need me to introduce you? The gemstones here are very special."

"Special?" Yamabuki Riri was thoughtful, she didn't really believe that A's taste was bad at first glance, and he could come up with gems that people like.

Riri Yamabuki raised his glass to the man, as a tacit consent for him to continue talking.

"Where should I start... Well, do you know supernatural beings?" The man said in an admiring tone, "The person chosen by the gods, the gorgeous and beautiful superpowers—the owner of the cruise ship is just one of the chosen ones." people."

"Strength, wrist, power! The man who rules here is an existence that ordinary people can't even imagine in their lifetime. It is my great honor to receive the invitation letter..."

Riri Yamabuki took a sip of ice wine, numbly listened to the man blowing A's rainbow fart for a long time, his eyes gradually went blank.

There is no nutritious information... His flattering writing skills are not even worth copying down and taking back to coax his boyfriend.

"...the gems here are also the gems of the chosen one." The man returned to the topic, "In addition to the jewelry that circulates underground, the owner of the cruise ship provides another kind of dreamy gem—a treasure that is equivalent to life!"

"Huh?" Yamabuki Riri looked up at him.

Watched by the mysterious and cold girl behind the mask, the man took a short breath, his pride and nervousness made him raise his voice again: "[Jewel King's Abnormality], a man with this special ability can make his subordinates Lifespan transformed into a gem of equal value!"

"Did you see the waiters inside and the guards outside the door?" the man whispered, "they wear collars around their necks, and once they try to rebel against the rule of the lord, the lord will turn their lives into gems and become auctions." field goods."

"Before I came here, I had never seen a gem that could be priced at the price of life." The man couldn't hide his excitement.

"Like Pandora in the fable, the treasure watered by countless lives and blood, how dazzling and beautiful!"

"...so dirty."

Yamabuki Riri murmured.

"Man-made inferior products are completely dirty." She murmured to herself, "If I knew I was going to kill someone with such low taste, Fyodor would pay at least three times the price..."

Her mental damage and the money to buy hand sanitizer should be reimbursed anyway.

Riri Yamabuki's whispering voice was too low for the man to hear clearly, and he continued: "Believe me, the auction here will definitely make you look forward to and be fascinated."

The man revealed his real intentions: "Why don't we exchange contact information and make an appointment for the next auction?"

Riri Yamabuki glanced at him and suddenly smiled.

The short-lived smile was unbelievably good-looking, but for no reason it sent a chill down the man's spine, as if being nailed to death in the center of his pupils by an inhuman beast, his intimacy dissipated like foam, and the setting sun was exiled to the desert like blood.

"Okay." She raised the wine glass, and the cold wall of the glass touched the red wine glass in the man's hand. The crisp collision sound was like ice cubes clinking, "If there is a next time."

What do you mean... The man watched the girl disappear into the crowd in a daze, his footsteps were immobile as if stuck in nails, he just stood there and drank the red wine in his glass.

The auction has not yet started, and the band invited by the cruise ship played music to cheer up the guests. Couples of men and women wearing masks who did not know each other slipped into the dance floor and danced, the scene was lively and comfortable.

"There are quite a lot of people here." Riri Yamabuki pressed the headset, "Guess, is A in the VIP room on the top floor or in the basement below the deck?"

"The top floor?" the subordinate said hesitantly, "He is a person who loves to enjoy himself. He is conceited and arrogant. He should like a position where he can look down on everyone."

"—Wrong answer." Riri Yamabuki tapped the deck with his toes, "How could such a cowardly guy not hide underground where it is hardest to be invaded."

"...Obviously you are just guessing." The subordinate whispered.

"Hey, don't you believe it?" Riri Yamabuki put down his glass, "This is the leader's judgment, do you want to bet?"

"No." The subordinate complained, "Mr. Andre lost the bet with the boss, and I will remember the whole month of washing the bowls of everyone in Mimic!"

"Don't you usually admire Andre? If you want to learn from him, you can afford to lose." Riri Yamabuki looked at the waiter guarding the entrance to the basement, "Would you like to gamble before I go down?"

She seemed remarkably relaxed talking to her true self, cracking jokes and playing tricks.

"Absolutely not!" The subordinate bite to death, "Can't you concentrate more before sneaking in? The cruise ship is full of enemy people!"

"Regarding this point, I also hope that A can come up with some more challenging questions." Riri Yamabuki casually walked on the steps leading to the basement, "I really can't get motivated."

The guards guarding the gate were still standing with their guns in their eyes, and their eyes were vigilant. They did not notice that the enemy had already passed through the gate and sneaked into the ground under their noses.

If someone can observe Riri Yamabuki from the perspective of God, they will find that she seems to have opened her eyes. The 360-degree rotating surveillance cannot catch her shadow, and the guards patrolling back and forth always pass her by at the corner.

The only thing that can prove that Yamabuki Riri passed by is the candle wick dancing in the air.She walked in the heavily guarded corridor, like walking in the back garden of her own home, and could stop at any time to pick a newly bloomed flower and sniff at the tip of her nose.

"The sound of red wine being poured into the wine glass." Riri Yamabuki tilted his head, "Ice cubes floated on the wine, and the wine glass was picked up...Among the hard-working patrolling people, the one sitting on the sofa enjoying wine leisurely People are always easy to find."

The wind brought voices from all directions, and one of them played naughtily in Shanbuki Riri's ear, leading her to the right direction.

A is tasting wine in the lounge.

He relaxed and leaned back on the soft sofa. This is his safe kingdom. He doesn't have to pretend to be respectful to Mori Ogai, and he doesn't have to be afraid and frightened of Dazai Osamu...a subordinate whose life is in his hands The fat sheep who guarded the door and brought him wealth gathered together on the cruise ship.And he is the only master.

"On the day when I take control of the port Mafia... I take control of Yokohama, what a joy it will be to taste wine in my chief's office."

A fell into an inextricable fantasy, Riri Yamabuki leaned against the door of his room, his fingers resting loosely on the door lock.

Before she was about to start, she fell into thought: "Although it is easy to go in and kill A now, why do I always feel that there is still something to do? Weird."

"Have you finally remembered? It's information! Information!" The subordinate reminded helplessly in the headset, "The confidential information of the port Mafia that the devil needs, this information is also of great value to us Mimic."

"Trouble, I'm not good at finding things." Riri Yamabuki sighed softly, "A will talk after cutting off limbs. Torture is not my specialty, but pain is a universal law."

"It's a good way." The subordinate pondered, "A's supernatural ability is useless to you, so let's just cut off the limbs and then cut off the meat piece by piece. There will always be times when he can't survive."

"You overestimate the integrity of A." Yamabuki Riri said, "He is a personal life supremacist who will run to the safe house as soon as the organization is attacked."

Undoubtedly, a villain.

"Do you think," Yamabuki Riri murmured, "when A finds out that he is doomed, will he... let his subordinates be buried with him?"

She has the confidence to kill with one blow, and she kills in an instant before A can react, making it impossible for him to even think of using supernatural powers.

But if the assassination was replaced by torture, it would be completely different.

"Dazai doesn't have so many troubles here." Riri Yamabuki frowned, "I don't care about the life and death of Mafia members at the port, it is a hostile organization anyway... But ignoring their deaths and causing their deaths are two different things. People who don't deserve to bury their own lives with them, this way of death will be laughed at by others in hell."

People can't, at least they shouldn't die so hastily.

"A's subordinates are also enemies to us, right?" the subordinate whispered, "Wouldn't it be nice to all accompany A to die? Although a large part of them should be forced to wear collars, the weak are not saved value, I think so."

"However, it is more important that you are happy." The subordinate said with a smile, "It is also very fresh to do the work of saving people occasionally. As long as it is your wish, I will accept any order."

"Thank you, Knight." Riri Yamabuki left the door of A's room, "If Andre was here, he would definitely talk a lot. You are much more reliable than him."

"For example, you were called by a text message to Tokyo to snipe Ogier Brandy?" Knight shrugged, "It was a very pleasant day, and I saw very beautiful fireworks."

"In a blink of an eye, I have been in Yokohama for more than a year." Yamabuki Riri sighed, "Is the business of the bar okay? Do you find it boring to be stationed in the base every day to play the role of bartender?"

"The work of the bartender is quite interesting, but if you can come to see us often, we will be more motivated to work." Knight glanced at the time, "It's almost time for the auction, A should leave the basement and go to Show your face at the auction."

"There must be a route to the backstage of the auction in the basement." Yamabuki Ritsuji followed him slowly in the shadow of the patrolling man, "It is known that A is a greedy person who fears death and has very weak force value, so, in What does he do when he is attacked suddenly and not so fatally?"

"Call his subordinates to protect him?" Knight said, "and then flee to the place he thinks is safest, and take what he thinks is the most important thing."

"Suspicious and timid man." Riri Yamabuki said leisurely, "I didn't bring a weapon on board, so I'll get some local materials. A seems to like poker games very much, so let's use this to send him on his way."

In a certain room where no one noticed, a pack of playing cards scattered on the coffee table was gathered into a stack.

……

The melodious sound of violins sounded behind the curtain, and the guests took their seats one after another.

A adjusted his bow tie in front of the mirror. He glanced at the gorgeous gemstones that were about to be pushed to the auction stage one by one, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually deepened.

"Turning the lives of worthless subordinates into expensive gems, God will praise my virtue." He looked at himself in the mirror, indulging in blissful joy.

"Okay, it's time to start." A hid the speaker in his bow tie, and gracefully walked onto the stage under the spotlight.

The lights came down from the top of his head, and the enthusiastic eyes gathered on him from bottom to top. A enjoys this moment very much, every time he feels as if he is the king on the throne, looking down on his subjects from above.

"Welcome to the auction of miracles, my guests."

A pretentiously bowed to the audience, and the man who had accosted Riri Yamabuki before looked at the cadres of the Mafia organization on the stage in awe and admiration, feeling that he was the most powerful person he could imagine.

"That girl must not know how powerful A is." The man thought to himself, "No one can resist him, but A will be the man who will be the leader of Mafia at the port sooner or later!"

Standing under the spotlight and enjoying the respectful and awe-inspiring eyes of the audience, A swelled happily.

At this moment, he was already kicking Mori Ogai and punching Osamu Dazai in his head, standing at the peak of his daydream.

"One day," he thought, "port Mafia too..."

"Swipe!" The chirping sound interrupted A's fantasy.

In the next second, there was a burning pain on his cheek, as if a narrow wound had been cut by a sharp blade, and blood beads oozed out of the flesh.

A belatedly raised his hand and touched his face.The bright red blood wet his palm and reflected in the man's unbelievable eyes.

A playing card was stuck on the carpet behind him, the black and white Joker card grinning as if mocking his daydreams.

"Who would dare—" A was furious, as if he had been slapped hard, his whole face was flushed, and his elegant and pretentious mask was smashed to pieces, and the man roared angrily.

"Brush brush."

Playing cards were thrown unhurriedly to A from the darkness, and the dealer seemed casual, like strolling under the stage, and the screaming and running crowd around her did not dampen her interest at all.

The paper cards turned into a deadly weapon in her hands, but the murderer looked like a cat. The playing cards kept cutting blood on A's fingers, wrist bones, trousers, abdomen, and shoulders. A net envelops him, and death follows him like a shadow.

"That person is toying with me...he is toying with me!" A gritted his teeth, "He's just alone! Someone! Go search and find everyone on board one by one!"

"However," A's subordinates trembled, "among the guests are important officials from the government..."

"Shut up!" A yelled violently, he covered his face with his elbows and arms in embarrassment, the sharp card cut his suit, and his flesh rolled.

Enduring the pain, he turned his head and ran to the basement, shouting as he ran, "I'll leave and lock the door after I enter! Even if you use your corpses, block the door for me! No bastards!"

A In order to create a noble and elegant persona like a vampire aristocrat in the middle ages, the hall where the auction is located is covered with layers of crimson curtains, and the only spotlight is on the stage.

When he escaped from the stage, the noise of darkness rushed in like tiny fluffy bats. He struggled to escape from the dark passage, and the door closed behind him.

"Ha...ha..." A ran out of breath, all the guards were rushed by him to search the guests, the corridor was quiet, only the sound of him running.

"It's very empty here, even if there is an extra sound of breathing, I can't escape my perception." A stopped in front of a door, took out a bunch of keys with shaking hands, and muttered nervously, "I have to take that thing with me, This place is no longer safe enough... Transfer, must transfer!"

He anxiously drilled the keyhole a few times before opening the door.

Behind the door is a spacious wine cellar. Layers of wine racks stand in the room. A sofa and a coffee table are placed near the door. A decanter and several crystal glass wine glasses are placed on the coffee table.

A quickly walks through the three-tiered wine rack that is taller than a person, and walks to the corner of the room, next to three stacked wine barrels.

He half-kneeled on the ground, gritted his teeth and used a knife to pry open the base of the wooden barrel little by little. A reached in and groped for a while, and grabbed out a stack of paper materials in a waterproof bag.

"Caution is the magic weapon of victory. No one would guess that I hide it here." A exhaled, brushed his hair, and accidentally touched the wound on his face, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"That assailant, don't be caught by me!" A's heart ached with hatred, he glanced at his treasured wine, "Damn it, I can't take my wine away, damn it!"

He grabbed the documents and was about to stand up and leave.

"Boom."

In the silence, the sound of the cork of the wine bottle being opened seemed to sound in A's ear.

"Whoa."

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of clear wine being poured into the glass,

Across the three-tiered wine rack that was taller than a person, A who was half kneeling on the ground froze a little bit when he was about to get up.

He lowered his head slowly and almost moved a little bit, and put his ears on the floor, the rustling sound of high heels rubbing against the carpet penetrated into his cochlea.

Through the gap between the wooden frames, A first saw a pair of silver-black high-heeled shoes, and then a dark blue skirt that opened like waves.

The girl with her right leg resting lightly on her left knee was leaning on the back of the sofa in a relaxed manner, her gilt mask covered half of her face, she raised her swan neck, and the platinum wine dripped down the side of the glass.

enemy?Assailant?Mistakes?

A hid behind the wine rack, fixedly stared at the man drinking with his head up through the gap in the wood, reached into the hem of his clothes with his right hand, and slowly took out his gun.

At this time, he heard a soft sigh.

Bored, no longer looking forward to the follow-up sigh.

A playing card flew out of the girl's hand, passed through the gap between the wine racks, and filled A's field of vision.

The bright red laughing clown card.

At the moment when the head was broken in half, A's eyes widened, and he saw the person on the sofa still with his head up, savoring the rare wine in the glass intently.

He didn't even glance at it until he died.

"The wine is good." Riri Yamabuki put down the glass, "Nate, can you ask someone to empty the wine here and fill our inventory?"

"We have to send a helicopter," Knight said, "just to pick you up by the way, please wait."

Riri Yamabuki walked to A's body, picked up the waterproof bag soaked in blood, and shook the blood off the bag.

"Now, the deal with Fyodor is complete."

It was as easy as sneaking into a cruise ship, and leaving was not hindered.

Waiters, shaking their collars off their necks with trembling hands, cleared the way for the helicopters, and guests, no longer well-dressed in the commotion, stood back and looked fearfully into the buzzing air.

They didn't know what happened, and they had no way of knowing what kind of face the girl under the gilded mask had.The owner of the Jewel Kingdom never appeared on the stage again, as if he had been sunk into the deep sea without a sound.

The location sent by Fyodor is located on the roof of an abandoned building.

The helicopter stopped in the sky, Riri Yamabuki jumped down from the sky, and his high heels stepped firmly on the dusty rooftop.

"The bell struck 12 o'clock, and Cinderella left the ball." Fyodor walked out of the shadows and said with a smile, "If I had known, I should have chosen a more elegant place to meet you."

Riri Yamabuki took off the mask on his face and said flatly: "Don't speak in a tone like we are having a tryst. I haven't gotten to know you well enough to make jokes about me without getting killed."

"Okay," said Fyodor, "do you have the documents?"

Riri Yamabuki raised the paper document in his hand.

Fyodor spread his hands: "Give it to me?"

Riri Yamabuki walked into Fyodor step by step, her high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound on the ground, she handed the paper document to the young man, and he raised his hand to take it.

The wind blew across Fyodor's cuff, and the faint fragrance of agarwood permeated the air.

It has a very light and shallow taste, and the wind is strong on the roof, and it disappears in a blink of an eye.

If he wasn't too familiar with it, Yamabuki Riri would not take it to heart at all.

The smell she smelled when she fell into a hug, the smell she smelled when she was obediently begging for a kiss, the smell she smelled when she stared into her eyes... In her senses, the smell only belonged to that person.

A smell that shouldn't be here.

Riri Yamabuki looked at Fyodor coldly, his dark golden eyes were darker than the night.

"Who did you meet before coming here?"