But what did Dazai do wrong?

pain.

Burning pain, moist pain, like a wet fire burning on the skin, painful and itchy.

The hand that wanted to scratch was firmly restrained, and with the slight sound of water, the blood flowed away little by little, and the body was chilled intermittently, extremely cold and suddenly hot as if burning.

Occasionally, she would give him a short kiss because she was satisfied, and her cold and soft lips would touch the edge of the itchy wound.

It's more uncomfortable than stopping the itching just before the boots, it just gives people a faint fantasy, which bursts like a bubble, and I can only use the little bit of desire in the embers to convince myself to endure until the next rain-like kiss comes.

Over and over again, never free.

The wound where the bullet was taken out was already painful. The flesh and blood there had been severely cut by sharp metals. Every fragment of the bullet casing was evidence of torture. Bitter fruit.

Sucking blood is another pain.Added to the pain of the wound, it crushed the tortured nerves and brought them back to life from numbness, so the pain became more and more unbearable.

It doesn't always hurt that much. Occasionally, when she is very gentle, she touches the water as lightly as a butterfly's wing feather, as if comforting Dazai Osamu whose breathing is disordered, or as if torturing him in another way.

Itching is worse than pain.The pain is bearable, but not the itching, not even for a short time.All senses were focused on the itchy place, and every cell in his body was screaming for him to reach out and scratch it, begging it to stop itching!

But Osamu Dazai couldn't spare his hand, it was his body, but he didn't have the power to control it, he could only hope that the person who gave him pain, made him intolerable and tortured him found his conscience, and kissed his wound perfunctorily, as if in Get rid of naughty kids who want candy for Halloween.

Because he is a bad boy, no matter how he is treated, it is justifiable.

Begging for mercy will be regarded as sophistry, groaning will be regarded as pretense, trembling will be regarded as acting, and only when the torturer is satisfied can there be a gap for breathing.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Riri Yamabuki licked the corner of his lips, his long hanging hair was stained with sticky blood, and was brushed aside by the master indifferently.

it is finally over.

Osamu Dazai's tight waist and abdomen relaxed slightly, and his back touched the burrs of the sofa pillow.

The aftertaste of the pain was still there, and he suddenly lost the feeling of being completely controlled, and the first reaction that followed was not relief but emptiness.

Osamu Dazai scolded in his heart expressionlessly, but he didn't know who he was scolding.

Did not dare to speak out.

He already has a very full understanding of the gap in force between the enemy and us.

Don't try to die easily, life will really be worse than death.

After all, Osamu Dazai is only 16 years old, which is the age when young people's self-esteem is strong.

If the provocation failed, he was dealt with severely. This kind of humiliation cannot be easily thought of for a while.

Countless ghostly ideas swirled in his head, trying to win back a victory, the more he thought about it, the clearer the details that he didn't want to recall, and all his brains turned towards him.

The cold touch is the lips. Although she is a bold and unscrupulous person at heart, Riri Yamabuki's temperament is indeed cold, and the heat like blood can't warm her up.

The blood will only be assimilated by her, losing its original temperature little by little, and the painful burning feeling becomes more and more vivid when the cold drips on the skin.

Riri Yamabuki's control over power is better than Osamu Dazai imagined. He felt that his wrist held by her was about to break several times, and he realized it was an illusion when he came to a trance.

She might have been a little angry at Osamu Dazai for breaking her hydrogen balloon at first, but later on she was simply attracted by the smell of his blood, and also because she thought Osamu Dazai's reaction was very interesting.

Bad taste.

Taste hunting.

bad woman.

Osamu Dazai flipped through the dictionary page by page in his mind to accuse Yamabuki Riri of his crimes.

He couldn't move for the time being, so he could only curse in his heart to save face.

Osamu Dazai lost too much blood once when he was shot, once when Dr. Mafia bandaged him at the port, and the third time when the wound was sucked just now. Even a walking blood bank built like this can’t stand it, let alone him?

Excessive blood loss can cause numbness in the hands and feet, dizziness in the eyes, and tinnitus. Osamu Dazai dared to get up and fainted on the spot and sent him to the ICU ward.

You can't be dead anymore, the share of dying today has exceeded the standard, so save some for the future.

Osamu Dazai lay down, and the only one who cleaned up the mess was Riri Yamabuki. She still had a conscience, and she didn't do the thing of eating, wiping, patting the hem of her clothes and leaving.

The blood-oozing bandages were lumped together and thrown aside, and the blood-stained sofa was also not acceptable, and they were thrown away together tomorrow.

Riri Yamabuki brought a clean bandage and rewrapped Osamu Dazai, wrapping it tightly round and round.

Her ability to deal with wounds is more skilled than most doctors, Osamu Dazai hardly felt the pain, the wound has been treated properly, the gentleness of the technique made him almost have the illusion that it was not the person in front of him that caused him so much pain just now.

It's too much, obviously you can treat him so tenderly.

After treating the wound, Riri Yamabuki straightened Dazai's wrinkled shirt, and returned the pistol's safety catch to its original position.

She pushed the gun back into Osamu Dazai's hand and asked him to hold it, got up in a good mood and asked Osamu Dazai who was lying on the sofa and pretending to be dead:

"Are you sleeping on the couch tonight?"

Osamu Dazai covered his eyes with his arms and said nothing, he didn't have the nerve to say that he lost too much blood due to his death and now he can't get up.

He didn't speak, and put on a posture of refusing to communicate. Riri Yamabuki initially suspected that Osamu Dazai was crying because of himself.

no?Anyway, he is a high-level member of the Mafia organization. Is the tear point so low?

After thinking about it, she unpacked a new pack of toilet paper and put it on the coffee table, and unscrewed a bottle of mineral water for Osamu Dazai, so that he could replenish some water before he fainted from crying.

Ritsu Yamabuki dreamed of the "lover relationship" between her and Osamu Dazai, and felt that it was inhumane for her boyfriend to let her cry and go to sleep regardless of herself, and it did not meet her original intention of experiencing ordinary people's love.

Undecided, why not ask the amazing netizens?

"Hmm..." Riri Yamabuki hurriedly took out his mobile phone to check, and read to Osamu Dazai after seeing the most popular answer among the netizens' answers, with no fluctuations in his voice:

"Don't be sad, I can lend you my shoulders at any time, I will be there all the way, take heart, my baby."

No, why is this netizen's answer so perfunctory and false?Nothing of substance was given at all.

She was dissatisfied, so she added: "Cry if you want to cry. If you faint from crying, I will take you to the ambulance. I won't let you stay in the mortuary in an unseemly manner."

Look at what she said, how level it is!

It is economical and practical, and even Dazai Zhi's worries have been solved for him. Is there a more caring girlfriend in the world than her?

"Perfect." Riri Yamabuki felt that there were no mistakes, and nodded in satisfaction.

She bent down and stroked Osamu Dazai's hair like a cat, "I'm going to bed, good night."

She paused for a moment, and added two words on the spot:

"Baby."

The door of Riri Yamabuki's room was closed, and Osamu Dazai suddenly removed his arm covering his face.

Even though his head was dizzy, he forced himself to sit up with a breath.

Dazai Osamu drank half a bottle of Nongfu Spring to catch his breath, and angrily threw the paper that Yamabuki Riri left for him to wipe his tears to the ground.

She is only two years older than him!

Why call him baby!