But what did Dazai do wrong?

"Have another glass of cherry brandy with lots and lots of ice cubes." Riri Yamabuki said with a smile, propping his head and elbows on the bar.

"You'd better not drink any more?" The young man who was watching by her put down the wine glass he was wiping in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

The melodious jazz music played slowly along with the vinyl record, and the lights of the bar were dimmed, as if they were about to dive into the dark dusk, and the unknown people were hazy.

"This is a bar. I drink here. Is there anything more reasonable than this?" Riri Yamabuki counted the empty wine bottles in front of him with narrowed eyes, one, two, three, four, five... She didn't drink either. How much, not worth the fuss.

"Although today's smooth and successful operation is indeed worthy of celebration, you are already drunk." The young man in a neat bartender uniform obediently took out the Boston jug used for mixing drinks, and complained, "Don't be too confident in your drinking capacity. "

"Nate, don't be like Andre, it's not good." Riri Yamabuki shook his head and taught him, "A man who is too talkative is not very popular in the blind date market. Do you want to be single like him to death?"

"What does that matter?" The cherry brandy in the wine glass was gently pushed over, and the ice cubes on the surface of the wine rose and fell.The young man lowered his head and focused on wiping the wine glass, and said calmly: "There are also a bunch of people who want to die in Mimic. If I can die for you, I will feel very happy."

"Here it is again... End this topic." Yamabuki Riri lay on the bar counter as if she was tired, her flushed cheeks pressed against the wooden tabletop, and the cold touch made her squint her eyes comfortably.

"Really, I'm surrounded by people looking for death... Dazai is like this, and so are you, trouble."

"We are not the same." Knight stared at the wine glass, not at Riri Yamabuki, "I will never trouble you, I will serve you wholeheartedly, and I am willing to give you my life and soul... Cadres are not qualified to compare with us."

His voice became smaller and smaller, Riri Yamabuki's eyes were covered with a layer of fog, his head stunned by alcohol was unresponsive: "Nate, what did you say?"

"Nothing." Nate put a plate of peeled candied green grapes next to the wine glass. "Please—what about after the cherry brandy? A rye whiskey? Or a martini?"

"I want to think about it." Yamabuki Riri said solemnly, "Your question stumps me."

She frowned and thought hard, as if she was really stumped by some ancient riddle.

Dim lights poured down on the bar from top to bottom, and the girl in a black tunic skirt had long hair like a waterfall, and her indifferent dark golden eyes were dyed a slightly drunken color, diluting the coldness in her body.

She frowned in embarrassment, her shiny lips pursed slightly, and the childishness that could hardly be seen in Riri Yamabuki mixed with her own desolate temperament, and the contrast caused was itchy.

Not to mention she was still laughing.

The smile that gleamed from his brows and eyes gushed out like an unstoppable spring after Riri Yamabuki drank the fourth wine bottle.

When talking to young people, when pinching sugar-coated green grapes to mouth, when frowning and thinking, when staring blankly at the spots on the wall...the unstoppable smile, the curved eyes, The corners of the lips are parted, and there are shallow dimples on the cheeks.

Soft as honey rolls down, the sweet aroma wraps around the liquor and expands slowly until it covers the whole bar.

"Look over there." The man drinking at the nearby table elbowed his companion and swallowed, "Is she alone, without a companion?"

"Yes, yes." The companion stammered, "I've been watching for a long time, and it doesn't look like I'm waiting for someone."

"She's drunk... laughing, so pretty."

Not only them, but other hearts that were about to move were also beating violently.

The bar is the most suitable place to strike up a conversation. Under the influence of alcohol, the brain is impulsive and inflates unrealistic fantasies.

The dark atmosphere flowed in the hall, and Knight squinted his eyes and wiped off the water marks on the glass with a white towel.He gently put down the cleaned wine glass, and made a slight sound as it hit the table.

In a corner where the light source couldn't reach, a man pouring black beer into his mouth with a thick hand wiped the foam from his mouth, and the handle of the dagger was exposed from the corner of his clothes lifted by his movements.

"No rye whiskey, and martinis are not good." After a while, Riri Yamabuki finally made up her mind, her voice was muffled by alcohol, and everything she said seemed to be coquettish: "Give me the vodka, take the whole unopened bottle Give me tons, tons."

"Are you trying to get drunk and demolish our store?" Knight tried to dissuade, "Of course, it's not impossible for you to demolish it, this place is your property... Having said that, let's stop drinking. ?”

"—Hey, didn't you hear the lady said that you want it? What are you talking about, a bartender? Do it if you have business!"

An unassuming voice broke in suddenly, and the strange man sat down beside Riri Yamabuki familiarly.

His greedy gaze circled her face twice, and his eyes rolled: "A bottle of vodka, my treat. I will settle the account of this lady before."

"Huh?" Riri Yamabuki covered his lips sleepily, and looked at him sideways.

No impression, someone I don't know.Clients who come to entrust?I just finished a big deal, and I have no interest in work at the moment, so a combination of work and rest is essential... But the client deliberately chased him from Hakata to Yokohama to entrust him, and directly rejecting him is not in line with the professional ethics of a killer?Her pre-sales and after-sales services are always NO.1, and the record of zero negative reviews will never be broken!

"Hmm... hello, what's the matter?" Riri Yamabuki's tone was as soft as a ball of cotton after she was drunk, and the light booze made her curl her eyelashes with comfort, and she smiled charmingly.

If you want to kill whoever you want, how many you want to kill—Hurry up, pay half of the deposit first, and see you tonight.

Dazzled by the smile, the strange man involuntarily leaned towards Riri Yamabuki: "I don't know your name yet... are you free tonight?"

Behind the bar, the gentle smile on Knight's lips was flattened into a straight line, and his pupils were gloomy like the sea before a storm.

In the corner, three or two silent people raised their heads. There were obvious gun calluses on their rough palms, and there seemed to be several round spots on the edge of the black cuffs that were darker than the surrounding ones.

"I'm talking to you." The drunken girl's response was a little slow, seeing Ritsu Yamabuki ignoring him, the man eagerly reached out to grab her arm, "Miss, leave your evening time to me—— er ah!"

The man let out a scream suppressed in his throat, his body trembled suddenly like a spasm, his five fingers twisted into strange shapes, his head hit the bar counter heavily, bleeding profusely.

"Sorry." The black-haired boy who walked behind him said flatly, "She's not free tonight."

"Huh?" Riri Yamabuki blinked, before she could say anything, a black coat fell from the sky, covering her face and covering her sight.

I can't see anything, but the gloomy agarwood fragrance seems to linger around the tip of the nose, and the smooth fabric sticks to the skin, leaving another person's body temperature.

"Dazai?" Riri Yamabuki fumbled to tear off the coat covering his head, but his raised wrist was held quite firmly.

"Don't move around." Osamu Dazai warned in a low voice, picking her up from the seat.

The familiar and comfortable embrace temporarily calmed Riri Yamabuki, and she yawned a little: "...Are you going home? I want vodka."

The foreword doesn't match the afterword, he was really drunk.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the empty wine bottles scattered on the bar counter, knowing how much Riri Yamabuki drank.He raised his chin at the bartender serving the young man: "Check out."

"No need." Knight closed his eyes and said flatly, he pointed to the wailing strange man beside him, "This gentleman has already agreed to pay all the expenses."

It was quite difficult to invite Yamabuki Riri to have a drink. One, two or three annoying flies rushed to pay the bill, and his ability to attract bees and butterflies was getting better and better.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the guests in the bar who were looking towards this side intentionally or unintentionally. The coldness in his eyes caused many people to stand up with chills, and turned their heads in embarrassment.

Although he really wanted to do something more, Osamu Dazai didn't have the time to pester him here. The drunk in his arms only calmed down for a few seconds, rubbing his head against his chest trying to wipe off the coat covering his head.

"Okay, okay." Osamu Dazai hugged the person in his arms, "Let's go back, we'll be home soon."

The wind chime at the door of the bar rang again and again, and Knight watched Osamu Dazai holding Riri Yamabuki in his arms and disappearing behind the door with a confused expression, and the hand that wiped the wine glass tightened involuntarily.

There was a soft cracking sound, and the glass cracked into fine lines.

The young man lowered his head and took a deep breath, then threw the broken wine glass into the trash can.

……

Riri Yamabuki struggled to remove the windbreaker that covered his head.

She was like a cat tightly wrapped in a towel after taking a bath, with a dissatisfied purr in her throat, her long hair was messed up, her cheeks were rosy and she was breathing fresh air.

It took only two seconds for the cool air to be inhaled, and Osamu Dazai pulled back, and her vision was once again blocked by the clothes.

"...Do you want to suffocate me to death?" Riri Yamabuki's voice was muffled, "Give up, I have received strict training in anoxic environment, whether it is a vacuum or a water prison, everything is useless."

"I'm good for Riri-chan." Osamu Dazai effortlessly hugged Riri Yamabuki and walked towards the apartment, "You don't want to be seen ashamed by outsiders, do you?"

"Shame?" Riri Yamabuki didn't understand, and asked curiously, "Am I ashamed?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai said calmly, "I've been smiling foolishly, laughing at everyone, isn't it embarrassing?"

Riri Yamabuki was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly lifted the windbreaker on top of his head, raised his head and met Osamu Dazai.

"Look carefully." She hooked Osamu Dazai's neck, raised her head and smiled brightly, "Am I ashamed?"

For a moment, Osamu Dazai involuntarily narrowed his eyes, as if dazzled by the scorching sun, dazzled.

The girl in his arms seemed to be covered with a layer of honey, and the sweet fragrance filled her chest.

Suddenly, the sharp and harsh words prepared in my mind could not be uttered.

The tongue, accustomed to telling lies, is in a knot.

It's not because of such a reason as embarrassment... It's just that she simply doesn't want anyone but him to see her smile, she just wants to cover her tightly with her clothes, take her home and watch her carefully alone.

It's all selfish.

Dazai couldn't believe it.Riri Yamabuki usually has an expression that is colder than the Siberian wind. Occasionally, he only smiles when he is in a good mood or when he wants to tease him. How did he become like this after getting drunk?

It was mumbling against his chest like a fluffy animal, moving restlessly, and his face was flushed against his chest, completely different from the calm and indifferent look before.

At the bar, if he's a little later...

"That dirty hand, if you dare to touch her, you should cut it off." Osamu Dazai murmured.

The previous attack was still too light, and the lesson was not long enough.

"What are you talking about?" Riri Yamabuki raised his hand and grabbed Osamu Dazai's ear, "Speak louder, it's buzzing in my head, it's so noisy, someone is setting off firecrackers."

"You know you're uncomfortable, but you still want vodka?" Osamu Dazai said angrily, "Don't drink so much if you don't have a good capacity for alcohol."

"Why don't I drink well?" Riri Yamabuki's damn competitive spirit did not allow her to admit Osamu Dazai's statement, "I only felt it after the fourth bottle of champagne, and I can still walk in a straight line after drinking vodka."

Strictly speaking, she has a good capacity for alcohol, drinking is basically blowing on the bottle, with less than four bottles and drizzle.

Osamu Dazai, who really drinks like water, sneered, thinking that one day their comparison would make her understand the unevenness of the world.

"It's so hot." Riri Yamabuki closed his eyes and groped to pull the belt around his waist with his fingers. "Is the air conditioner broken again? Use your invincible lockpicking skills to fix it."

"Now, no matter how much you emphasize that you're not drunk, I won't believe it." Osamu Dazai pressed her hand speechlessly, "Wake up, we haven't arrived home yet."

The tunic skirt was not easy to take off, Riri Yamabuki gave up unhappily after tossing for a while, wrapped his arms around Osamu Dazai's neck and leaned against him for a while to be quiet.

Osamu Dazai was not at all relieved, he felt that she was planning a big move.

The elevator of the apartment just opened, and Osamu Dazai went in and pressed the button for the floor, and vaguely heard the end of the words in his ear: "...the stars are torches."

Osamu Dazai: "?"

"You can suspect that the stars are torches." Riri Yamabuki whispered into Dazai Osamu's ear, "You can suspect that the sun will move, you can suspect that the truth is a lie—"

"But my love never changes."

Osamu Dazai: "???"

Even as a school dropout who slipped through the net in his nine-year compulsory education, he is more or less familiar with Shakespeare's "Remhart".

"When you are by my side," continued Riri Yamabuki, "even the night turns into a fresh morning. I do not expect any companion in this world but you; Could no longer produce an image that would please me.*”

She read slowly, biting every word carefully, and those familiar or unfamiliar poems rolled down from her throat, like dewdrops dripping among flowers in the morning.

Osamu Dazai once saw many collections of poetry on the desk of Riri Yamabuki, English, Russian, German, French...the public or the minority, popular or remote and unpopular, all have traces of careful attention.

When she has nothing to do, she pours half a glass of mellow white wine and sits cross-legged by the floor-to-ceiling windows where the sun can shine.The fluffy carpet was warmed by the sun, and the poetry collection with pink and white rose petals was spread out on Riri Yamabuki's lap, and it took a long time to turn a page.

Apart from work, Riri Yamabuki's hobbies are simple: fine wine, poetry, precious stones...and Osamu Dazai.

It wasn't his excess ego.

He can go to the French window and take away the collection of poems in Riri Yamabuki's hands, and let Riri Yamabuki accompany him to play the new two-player game with her dissatisfied and helpless eyes. game.

He can get the promise of "You are my gem" in the many gem exhibition halls that are cherished like stars, and he can clearly see the fascination of Riri Yamabuki rubbing the end of his eyes.

"Read Shakespeare to me...does that mean you like me so much?" Osamu Dazai pushed open the door of the apartment, walked straight into the living room, and laid the person in his arms flat on the sofa.

"Yeah." Riri Yamabuki nodded generously, she blinked her sleepy eyes mutteringly, and refused to let go of her hand hooking Osamu Dazai's neck, "You don't like Shakespeare? Then let me read Byron to you, okay?" , or want to hear Yeats?"

"I'd rather know why Riri-chan recites love poems." Osamu Dazai couldn't break away from her shackles, kneeling on the sofa, condescendingly looking down at Riri Yamabuki who was shrouded in his shadow.

"You are someone who doesn't even want to remember the full name of your rare good friend Gogol. Even though you have a good memory, you hate remembering useless information——in the eyes of Lilijiang, love poems are knowledge that will be used one day ?"

"Don't say it as if you know me very well...Although you are not wrong." Riri Yamabuki whispered, "Hmm... Poems? In fact, you will forget most of them after reading them. There are only a few that you can remember."

"But love poems are different." Drunkenness blurred his nerves, and Riri Yamabuki's speech became slower and slower, "Of course it is necessary to memorize it...Look, won't it come in handy today?"

"It's not too much to prepare something that can make you happy."

Because it can make him happy, I set aside an area of ​​​​memory to record poetry.It is not an embarrassment for Yamabuki Riri, but it is not inattentive.

Osamu Dazai took a light breath, and the faint smell of alcohol mixed into his breath along with his exhalation, making even sober people feel a little drunk.

"Drunk...doesn't she know how to be shy?"

Telling the truth after drinking means that after being drunk, people no longer suppress their thoughts and speak the truth frankly. The indifferent people will become emotional, and the tough people will soften their voices and act like a baby.

Osamu Dazai has dug out information from many drunken people. He always thought he was good at dealing with drunks, but he didn't think that alcohol is really harmful until today.

"I have to watch you from now on, don't drink too much." Osamu Dazai brushed away the broken hair around the girl's face, her beautiful golden eyes were half closed, her cheeks softly pressed against the palm of Osamu Dazai.

"Sleepy? Let go of me and go to sleep, okay?" Osamu Dazai lowered his voice.

"Not good." Riri Yamabuki shook her head, she was extremely sleepy but she just didn't sleep, she wrapped her arms around Dazai Osamu's neck, and pulled him onto the sofa.

Reasoning with a drunk is like Osamu Dazai trying to hit himself with a tofu shark. It is unrealistic and makes people want to try it.

Osamu Dazai has bumped into tofu many times, and he will not look back if he doesn't hit the south wall. He chooses to reason with the drunk.

"Don't let go of me, and don't want to sleep, so what do you want?" Osamu Dazai tried to communicate, "Want me to sleep with you? You can, but can you change your position?"

He was afraid that a murder would happen after Riri Shanbuki sobered up.

"It's good." Riri Yamabuki held Dazai Osamu's face and pinched it like a cat's cheek, "I want to see your face."

Ah... here we go again.

I went to copy that bar another day. They must have sold fake wine to harm people to this extent.

"I know you like my face, so don't always talk about it, and let others hear how superficial it is." Dazai Osamu murmured and buried his head in Yamabuki Riri's neck, "Occasionally, I also praise my inner beauty. "

Riri Yamabuki: "...um...um..."

Slightly, a little embarrassing the drunkard.

"It's too much." Osamu Dazai was not surprised that she fell into a strange silence, "Wouldn't it be okay to tell lies to comfort others?"

"I don't want to grow a long nose." Yamabuki Riri covered the tip of his nose, "The nose will be chewed off by a rabbit like a carrot. That's right, it's the black rabbit that I sprinkled with cumin and roasted. I have always wanted revenge, and I will not give him an opportunity to take advantage of it!"

Injustice, Xiaotu Zaizhi, injustice.

"I hope my image in Riri-chan's dream can be fixed on cats and rabbits, and don't open branches such as mackerel." Osamu Dazai made a pious wish.

Don't want to grow a long nose...meaning, she can't lie now?Dazai thought thoughtfully.

Riri Yamabuki's demeanor is very deceptive. She is a cold and cold beauty, with no words, no heart and no expression. It is easy to give people the impression that she disdains lies.

Totally wrong, she's actually a good at keeping secrets and lying.

What she is willing to confess is often what she doesn't care about.

For example, the experience in the laboratory, everyone thought that she would definitely not want to mention such a dark and depressing past, and the person who could listen to her past must be trusted by her—a big mistake, Riri Yamabuki never thought that Her past is taboo and shame, she doesn't mind being known, and she doesn't care what people who know think of her.

People who think they understand Yamabuki's law often don't even get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Getting drunk may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The sky was getting dark, the lights in the apartment were not turned on, and the lights of the city were reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows like sparks.

In the floating darkness, Osamu Dazai and Riri Yamabuki's hearts beat together.He straightened up slowly, vacantly covering her.

"I've always been curious." Dazai Osamu's voice was soft, probably because the surrounding was too quiet, Yamabuki Riri could hear it clearly.

She tilted her head and stared at him quietly with dark golden eyes.

"Luri-chan said that it was love at first sight when she agreed to date me." Osamu Dazai said slowly, "You like my face, my eyes...they are all very convincing reasons, I don't Do not believe."

"Maybe you also like some other things, such as blood-stained palms, such as gloomy despair, such as a very dark side like you, and you also like me acting like a baby to you, and you think I'm cute... I know all of these."

"The only thing I'm curious about," Dazai whispered, "is our first meeting."

"You gave up the idea of ​​killing me, and instead agreed to confess your love jokingly—there are other reasons besides love at first sight."

His fingertips caressed Shanbuki Riri's neck, and his voice was as soft as a lover's whisper.

"What is it that made you decide to stay by my side?"