But what did Dazai do wrong?

An hour ago.

Seagulls flit across the sparkling water, and long-abandoned warehouses are stationed on the shore like silent rocks, casting shadows that cover the fence of the coastal road.

Fyodor stood in the shadow, and heard footsteps approaching from far away, and finally stopped behind him.

"Welcome." Fyodor said without any surprise, "Dazai-kun, long time no see."

"It took me a lot of effort to see you." Osamu Dazai, like Fyodor, said calmly, his eyes resting on the snow-white seagulls flying between the masts.

"We're all very busy today." Fyodor said casually as if he was talking to a friend. "No matter how many incompetent subordinates you have, you won't be able to accomplish anything. The only one who can find me in the end is you, Dazai-kun."

——However, when you find me, you have already lost.

Needless to say, this is a fact that Osamu Dazai can figure out in a second.

After a long while, the sound of the sea tide rising and falling broke the silence.

"Tiaohulishan...?" Dazai Osamu said softly, "I do have some guesses. But I was really surprised that there was an organization in Yokohama that dared to cooperate with you. I thought your notoriety was known to everyone here. dawn."

"It's an unreasonable accusation." Fyodor shook his head helplessly, "I'm a pretty good partner. At least I've done a good job of holding you back, Dazai-kun?"

"Rats have no integrity." Osamu Dazai didn't answer his words, "I'm curious, aren't the people who work with you afraid of being duped into the ditch by you? You have done a lot of betraying your allies, and the people you work with It never went well either.”

"It doesn't matter whether I have integrity." Fyodor turned sideways, looking at Osamu Dazai with dark purple eyes, "as long as 'she' believes that I have integrity."

she was.

"She is actually a lovely young lady?" Osamu Dazai raised his voice, "Introduce me too, maybe she just happens to be the one I was destined to die in love with, and I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life, Demon Fyodor-kun. "

"I clearly heard that Dazai-kun has a girlfriend who is dating and cohabiting with him. Did you hear that the lovely lady still has plans to make a move?" Fyodor said with a sigh, "What a greedy man."

While speaking, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly turned on. Fyodor glanced at the screen unhurriedly, raised his head and smiled at Osamu Dazai.

"I have to go on a date with the lovely lady." The smile of the Qingjuan Russian youth deepened, "Farewell, Dazai-kun."

He turned around, and the white fluffy cloak drew an arc in the air, falling into the embrace of the shadow.

Fyodor seemed not at all worried that Osamu Dazai would attack him, and walked away at a leisurely pace.

Osamu Dazai stood on the spot and watched him leave, his light-colored kite eyes were a little cold, so indifferent that no emotion could be seen.

After a while, the pursuit force from Mafia at the port hurried over, and the white figure was no longer visible.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the phone, typing a few characters on the cold screen.

【What is my sister doing? 】

The successfully sent icon flashes twice, and the red unread font becomes read.

The other party is typing...

Two seconds later, Riri Yamabuki's reply jumped into Osamu Dazai's eyes.

[I'm deceiving people. 】

Osamu Dazai was startled, his thoughts were overwhelmed by belated hesitation.

……

"Who did you meet before coming here?"

Yamabuki's question made Fyodor's action of taking the paper document paused for a moment. He quickly sorted out his redundant emotions, and took the information into his hands without changing his expression.

"I have been doing a good job of involving the enemy for you." Fyodor said the absolute truth, "Didn't the journey go smoothly? The rendezvous address I chose is also very good, even if there are helicopters flying nearby, it will not be blocked." Port Mafia aware."

A good liar never tells a lie.Fyodor is keen on deception without lies. His attitude is sincere and sincere, and his speech is impeccable. How many people who think they are smart trust him, and how many people who think they are cruel will not understand him until they die. When did you make the move.

"Really?" Yamabuki Riri said lightly, "It seems that I blamed you by mistake."

She unexpectedly didn't entangle, but instead gave Fyodor an ominous premonition.

He doesn't know much about Yamabuki's law, and only occasionally heard from Gogol: She is a person who doesn't like to suffer.

"Because Xiaoniao is very powerful." The clown said staggeringly, "Of course you can trick her and use her, as long as you are prepared to die."

"Promise? Oh, she is a person who keeps promises, provided that you keep them completely. As long as you have a little bit of intention to tear up the promise, she will tear it faster than you, in a sense Very cunning girl." Gogol said happily.

If so, she...

Fyodor's eyes stopped on the document in his hand for two seconds, he raised his hand, and the snow-white paper slipped across his fingertips.

In an instant, countless snowflakes flooded Fyodor's vision.

Snow-white confetti hit him like goose feathers and heavy snow, the soft paper cotton turned into a sharp weapon for killing, and the fine pain and blood were stained red and white, like clusters of blood flowers blooming in the wind.

There were long and thin scars on Fyodor's face, and beads of blood oozed out.

Riri Yamabuki raised his hand indifferently, signaling the end.

On the helicopter, the supernatural being who turned paper into blades hooked his fingers, and the scraps of paper scattered with the wind.

He silently saluted Yamabuki Riri, and retreated to the shadows in the cabin to stand by.

"I have warned you more than once." Riri Yamabuki said in a word, "Don't do unnecessary things."

Fyodor slowly wiped away the blood on his cheeks, he didn't get angry, and asked curiously, "How do you know?"

He shouldn't have shown any flaws.

Acting skills, lies, traces... It is obvious that there is nothing wrong with it.

The fragrance of the sinking water, which is as light as a mist, has long since dissipated with the wind. It was originally a trace of inadvertent contamination during the conversation, and there is no trace.

"If a person doesn't like many things, then of course every detail will be remembered very clearly." Riri Yamabuki said vaguely, "If you really want to know, um...girlfriend's intuition."

Physical contact is a common occurrence, and a similar smell lingers on her skin, and she always smells it faintly, and becomes quite sensitive over time.

"You tore up the agreement between us." Riri Yamabuki said calmly, "Do you dare to say that Dazai found you was not the result of your intention?"

Fyodor sighed helplessly.

"I just feel a little pity for Mr. Dazai." He said hypocritically, "How uncomfortable it is to be coaxed by a girlfriend and an enemy. I couldn't bear to remind him a little, and there was no malice."

"Besides, I didn't reveal your name, nor did I reveal your relationship with Mimic." Fyodor showed a harmless smile, "Maybe he trusts you very, very much, and it's possible that he doesn't suspect you at all. How wonderful Your love, I think, the gods will bless you too."

"I don't know if the gods will bless you." Riri Yamabuki raised his eyebrows coldly, "but I'd be happy to send you to meet your god—for free."

A murderous aura enveloped Fyodor, and at a certain moment, he was convinced that Riri Yamabuki would really kill him.

The thin young man wrapped in a furry cloak lightly shrugged his shoulders, crossed his index finger horizontally across the corner of his mouth, and made a gesture of silencing his zipper.

If he doesn't shut up, he will be killed. He still has this vision.

Riri Yamabuki is seriously considering whether to do nothing to silence this annoying guy in front of him forever.

Killing him is a very simple matter, it only takes a second, and the gurgling sound of the head rolling will sound happily, GameOver.

But Riri Yamabuki doesn't like doing white jobs, very much.

Throughout this operation, Mimic has obtained a well-stocked armory in the port of Mafia and a psychic profile that is also of great benefit to them.

Although Fyodor played with fire and made troubles during this process, he was still competent in the work of involving the enemy, and did not cause other troubles for Riri Yamabuki except "fire in the backyard".

He is Gogol's friend, Mori Ogai's enemy, Yamabuki Riri's friend's friend, and his enemy's enemy.

There is no compulsive reason on the stand.

Besides, the sideshow she specially prepared cannot be wasted...

"Next time, hollow out your head and use it to make wine barrels." Riri Yamabuki indifferently moved away from locking Fyodor's gaze, "Fill it with vodka, it's a good sign in the tavern, there will be many Guests love it."

Thoughts are so bloody and violent that it has nothing to do with "cuteness", isn't it the same when she and Osamu Dazai fell in love?Fyodor discovers for the first time that he does not understand love.

"Dazai-kun should have returned to the Mafia headquarters at the port." Fyodor reminded, "Is it really okay to waste time on me?"

"So you know that talking to you is a waste of time." Riri Yamabuki stabbed him lightly, and she walked to the edge of the roof and jumped down lightly.

"Occasionally, I envy their unique way of going downstairs." Fyodor looked downstairs.

The height of the floor is enough to make people with fear of heights dizzy. Riri Yamabuki even wore high heels, and when she landed, she didn't pick up a trace of dust, and she didn't know where the potential energy of gravity was consumed by her.

The helicopter overhead left with the departure of their master, Fyodor took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, then turned and went downstairs.

"Almost, it's time for me to get paid."

In the dark corridor, Fyodor walked down the steps step by step without rushing.

The flickering mobile phone screen leaning against the inside of his pocket displayed constantly changing four-frame surveillance video, and the gray cabin was a mess.

"When she came out of A's wine storage room, what she put in the waterproof bag was the real information." Fyodor bit his nails and whispered, "Before leaving the underground cabin, she entered the room once. .”

"When I came out, I still had the waterproof bag in my hand, and the information in the bag didn't seem to have changed, but it should have been dropped at this time."

"Mimic, the paper-to-blade power user, was operating synchronously when I opened the fake information. He was on the helicopter at that time... No wonder the helicopter has been hovering in the sky. It is obvious that sending her to the hospital has already been completed. The mission didn't go away."

"The real information is still in the cabin." Fyodor whispered to himself. "After all, as long as information can be written down, it's easy to reproduce as many copies as you want. She doesn't have to take it away."

"Did you take advantage of the blind spot of thinking that you will definitely take the loot away, and it is impossible to keep it at the scene?"

"I don't even like to remember the full names of Gogol and me. I thought her memory is not good... Are you an expert in selective memory? Even the names of friends are regarded as meaningless information, so difficult What a personality."

Is this really a woman that humans can conquer?How did Osamu Dazai provoke her?

Not all of A's subordinates are from the port of Mafia, there are quite a few subordinates he recruited privately.After A died and the threat of the collar disappeared, they drove the cruise ship back to the secret port again, scattered like frightened birds and went their separate ways.

The invited guests on the cruise ship were already running in panic. The magnificent ballroom was full of collapsed tables and chairs, and the gorgeous crimson curtain slanted to the carpet, with messy footprints all over it.

Fyodor walked over the broken glass to the underground cabin.

No one knew that the camera in the basement had been hacked by Fyodor a long time ago and became the hidden eyes of the mice.

He had to admire Riri Yamabuki's ability. With so many cameras, none of them captured her face, and she couldn't make up a complete shadow when she pieced it together.

He paused and zoomed in frame by frame, and with a lot of means, he managed to find out her walking track intermittently, and judged from the details in the corner of the image which room she hid the information in.

After a set of procedures, I am physically and mentally exhausted.

But it's worth it, so worth it.

"Arrogance is her original sin." Fyodor walked into the room, and accurately pulled out a large number of hidden paper materials from a bookshelf full of books.

"Too confident in one's own abilities, without thinking about the possibility of being caught by the enemy, this is the nature of arrogance."

She has never suffered from surveillance, has she?The ultimate self-confidence created by such an extraordinary ability, absolutely believes in oneself, absolutely despises the enemy, and does not think that anyone can turn the impossible into possible.

"It's not incomprehensible, but it's more or less a pain." Fyodor predicted Yamabuki Riri's plan!

Not only successfully obtained the desired information, but also planted sparks for the lovers to turn against each other. The trip to Yokohama was very fruitful.

Fyodor flipped through the information casually, and familiar names such as Osamu Dazai, Chuya Nakahara, and Ogai Mori came into view.

"It's the information on the port of Mafia." He was about to close the page and leave. The moment he stepped out, Fyodor suddenly realized something, and flipped through the information with a big movement!

He flipped through the pages, and his calm expression was like knocking over a seasoning bottle, it was so wonderful that it was between the unbearable desire to laugh and the distortion of anger.

It is true that there is nothing wrong with the internal affairs of Port Mafia.

It is true that there is nothing wrong with keeping secrets that are not known to outsiders.

There is nothing wrong with the news that indeed covers a large number of important members of Port Mafia who can be named.

"...was tricked."

On the last line of the last page of the information, two lines of bold characters are elegantly printed in black and white:

"Port Mafia Gossip Chronicle: Viewing the Organization's Internal Changes from Hot Posts on the Forum"

——Author: So-and-so who predicted your prediction

……

【What is my sister doing? 】

[I'm deceiving people. 】

【? 】

Puzzled by a small question mark, Riri Yamabuki did not reply to Osamu Dazai's text message, but directly dialed a phone call.

Osamu Dazai quickly connected: "Good evening, Riri-chan, I was exhausted after working outside all day today. By the way, I received a very unexpected piece of good news. Do you want to know?"

Yamabuki Riri: "Tell me about it."

Osamu Dazai seemed normal from the voice, and he said lively and slyly: "A is dead! I'm so happy, every time I stay in the same space with him, I feel like my IQ is being sucked away."

"Congratulations." Riri Yamabuki said, "Many people must be very happy that the position of cadre has been vacated. After all, A is an unpopular man, and no one will cry for his death."

"People like us won't cry when they die." Dazai Osamu's voice became softer and softer, "Where is Riri-chan now, I miss you so much."

where did you go?what have you done?Is this a game you and Fyodor set up together?

Suspicion was like a scorpion kept in his heart, stinging his heart in one fell swoop.

"Me? Didn't I tell you that I was lying just now." Riri Yamabuki's voice was still calm, as casual as if she had just gone out for a walk, "Do you want to hear me tell a story?"

While speaking, she happened to stop at the door of Osamu Dazai's office, knocked on the door with her fingers, and walked in directly.

Osamu Dazai held the phone between his shoulders, he tilted his head to look at Riri Yamabuki who was walking in, and the coldness in his eyes was quickly put away.

The black-haired boy said with a smile as if he had nothing to do, "Does Li-chan need to find me? Although I am super busy now, no matter how much time I have, I will spare it for you."

"A certain person was still on the phone saying that he missed me, and when I came, he said that he was very busy, and his face changed faster than Sichuan opera."

Riri Yamabuki put the game console in his hand on Osamu Dazai's table: "I didn't clear the level, the rest is the work of my boyfriend."

"Really dedicated." Osamu Dazai murmured silently, "He never forgets to bring his game console when he goes out to kill people."

Does she care about him, or is she trying to fool him with this ridiculous agreement?

"Are you angry that you didn't stay in the office and play games obediently until you came back?" Riri Yamabuki saw that Osamu Dazai didn't look at the game console, and said rather distressed, "I also think it's a hindrance to bring it, but I'll be even angrier if I don't take it with you." .The love textbook says that details determine success or failure, I have studied hard.”

At this time, he is still playing tricks... Osamu Dazai curled up his fingers, wanting to interrupt Riri Yamabuki's words, no longer whitewashing peace.

"Hush—don't interrupt, just listen to me." Yamabuki Riri put his elbows on Dazai Osamu's desk, bent down and looked directly into his eyes.

"I know what you are doubting." She admitted lightly, "Not long ago, I received a very, very lucrative commission."

"Entrustment?" Osamu Dazai asked back.

"Yes." Riri Yamabuki nodded, "The client is an old client of mine, and you are no stranger to them—remember the reception for foreign guests? I took on a temporary assignment at that time."

How could Osamu Dazai forget?A ballroom intertwined with darkness and mist, hasty and fierce but not fatal fights, wealthy businessmen who died unexpectedly and enemies who appeared suddenly.

He knew that it was Riri Yamabuki who made the move, and he also knew that the enemies present must have some kind of connection with her, but he couldn't find any substantive evidence to prove his guess.

"Although it's a bit late, it's not impossible if you want an apology." Riri Yamabuki hooked Osamu Dazai's chin, "We were not familiar with each other at the time, the strike was a little heavy, did it hurt?"

"I forgot about it a long time ago." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "Indeed, I didn't know Riri-chan for long at that time."

"In short, those people are my big clients." Riri Yamabuki returned to the topic, "I usually don't refuse the entrustment of big clients, and it's the same this time."

"The purpose of the guests is not something I should know." Riri Yamabuki held his chin, "It has nothing to do with me. They just entrusted me to steal a document."

"Information?" Osamu Dazai frowned briefly at the sudden information. There was a piece of information interspersed with the robbery of the Mafia weapon depot at the port and A's death?

"Yes, the information." Riri Yamabuki said, "They entrusted me to steal the information on a cruise ship and hand it over to someone we all know."

Who that person is is self-evident.

"...The purpose of the demon Fyodor is that information. For this reason, he assisted a certain force in robbing the arsenal of Mafia at the port, and that force entrusted you to fulfill his reward." Osamu Dazai whispered, " Because you won't accept Fyodor's commission, and he knows that your big client will be able to successfully get your help?"

"I don't understand their thinking." Riri Yamabuki waved his hand, "Hakata's principle is not to push the business outside, but I really can't be entrusted to anyone. If it is someone else, such as Orihara Rinya, let me take As long as the information is passed on to Fyodor, I will definitely refuse."

"There are only a few clients who allow me to take on the task 100%." ​​Riri Yamabuki pondered, "Because of human feelings, it's not easy to refuse."

She is always at the top of the list of the most dedicated killers in the industry, with excellent customer service and aftermath.

"What's more, I'm also curious about what information is so important to Fyodor that he tossed and turned to seek it out from me."

Riri Yamabuki pulled out a stack of paper materials from behind and threw it on Osamu Dazai's desk: "Guess what I got?"

The pages of paper were scattered one after another, Osamu Dazai only glanced at them, his eyes were condensed with a layer of frost.

"The detailed information of all the supernatural beings in Port Mafia." Yamabuki Riri said lightly, "It will be collected and organized by Mr. A, the hardworking cadre of Port Mafia."

"I have to praise him for his intelligence work. It's really good. The inside page of the profile of the person named 'Dazai Osamu' actually contains the details of our every date. I almost thought that A was in love with you but couldn't ask for it. Sto Where's the card?"

"The content of the commission was to steal information, but I was too scared—" she said in a playful tone, "I was afraid that some Stoka who coveted my boyfriend would hurt our fragile feelings if he survived. As a last resort, be a little bit fierce to him A little bit."

"Just a little bit." Yamabuki Riri said regretfully, "How could he die so easily, I can't figure it out."

"If I kill the cadres of Mafia at the port, I will be hunted down by Mr. Mori, right? It's terrible." She blinked her beautiful golden eyes at Osamu Dazai, "There is no way, in order to coax back my angry boyfriend, even if the arrest warrant is posted The streets and alleys of Yokohama are worth it, isn't it?"

Riri Yamabuki whispered close to Dazai Osamu's ear, his cold breath came, and even his nerves were slightly numb.

"For the sake of trying so hard to please you, aren't you angry?"