But what did Dazai do wrong?

"You are still far behind." Echizen Ryoma raised the brim of his hat and showed a provocative face to the camera. The field behind him was like a vegetable field destroyed by an excavator, and the life and death of his opponent fell to the ground unknown.

"Did you hear that? He was talking about you." Riri Yamabuki, who was playing the live tennis match on his mobile phone with one hand, stared intently at the screen, and casually said to Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was panting heavily with his hands on the ground.

"Listen, I heard." Akutagawa Ryunosuke struggled to get up from the cold concrete floor of the training ground, "I'm still far behind."

"Do junior high school students now have to use supernatural powers to play tennis?" Riri Yamabuki looked at the scene of the game where the small yellow balls were flying and dancing wildly, "When will Nakaya-kun come back to win a championship on behalf of the port Mafia... ...Or ask Dazai to silence them...Wow, the referee didn't blow the whistle to stop the racket on fire, what a desperate sportsmanship-you don't want to learn this."

Akutagawa, King Kong and Ryunosuke, who just joined the port Mafia and soon became famous: "...Yes."

He panted for a while, and attacked Riri Yamabuki who was watching the game on the horizontal screen of his mobile phone again.

Watching tennis is Yamabuki's newfound joy.

In the beginning, it was because the taijutsu with Akutagawa Ryunosuke was too boring, so she opened her eyes and gradually became drowsy, but she didn't want to really fall asleep to break the child's determination to become stronger, so she had to take out her mobile phone to give Have some fun yourself.

Echizen Ryoma brought great joy to Riri Yamabuki.Not only did she follow the videos of all his public matches, but she also went to see the scene several times when he came to Kanagawa Lihai University High School to compete, and the penguins applauded outside the tennis court where the flame storm and the waves were overwhelming.

Sbarasi, the future of the country is really in the hands of junior high school students!Go boy, use your racket to destroy the world!

"The movements of the hands and feet are too slow." Riri Yamabuki turned sideways and kicked away the attacking Ryunosuke Akutagawa, "Don't rely on supernatural powers when practicing taijutsu. If you can't change your habits, just take off your clothes and practice."

"I will correct it!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke replied immediately, wrapping his little coat tightly.

I was practicing with Akutagawa, and the tennis match was over.Riri Yamabuki closed the video website and clicked on the unread message from Osamu Dazai.

[Presenting a champagne tower for performance TOP: What are you going to eat later? (Cat bites hand)]

【Arrange to take Akutagawa and Xiaoyin to eat conveyor belt sushi. ] Riri Yamabuki held his mobile phone and typed, 【Are you coming? 】

[Presenting a champagne tower for performance TOP: Why do two people have to bring children on a date... (Maomao Youyuan)]

Riri Yamabuki: [Why do you have to date during parent-child time? (Maomao puzzled)]

"I can't bear it." Osamu Dazai remained expressionless, "I'm only 18. Why should I experience the feeling of making love to poor parents who are interrupted by their children?"

Maybe it's your retribution for making me lose my man face by messing with me when I was dating an adult.Mori Ou showed a smile on the outside, and praised him hard in his heart.

It's not that you don't report, but it's not time yet, Dazai-kun, you also have today!

"Cough." Mori Ogai cleared his throat, "Dazai-kun, don't indulge in online chats when talking about business, I'm talking to you about major issues related to the future development of the port Mafia."

"Yes." Osamu Dazai said perfunctorily, "So what is the problem? The capital chain is cut off or the weapon supply is wrong? Or upgrade the defense system of the arsenal?"

Since the important weapon arsenal at the port Mafia was robbed, Ogai Mori has changed the defense system several times back and forth, and he always told Osamu Dazai, "Use your invincible lockpicking talent to find loopholes for us, Dazai-kun." forced to work overtime.

The capitalist makes one excuse after another, and then believes that he is a puppy.

"Look at this." Mori Ogai handed Osamu Dazai a document.

The whole page is filled with English and numbers in black and white, and the letters that can make the eyes of any student struggling in the English test bleed are densely displayed on it.

Osamu Dazai scanned ten lines at a glance, and the only sound in the quiet space was the slight friction of flipping through pages.

After a while, he threw the file back on the desk.

"Port Mafia's net profit in Europe has shrunk by more than half compared to last year, the partners have lost, the fields involved have shrunk, and the market for gems, antiques, and handicrafts has lost our place." Osamu Dazai concluded flatly, "The person in charge of the European branch What is man doing? He should have handed in the report six months ago."

"The negligent gentleman is spending his memorable day in the torture chamber." Mori Ogai clasped his hands. "Unfortunately, no one knows that he was bought by our enemies a year ago."

"Did you spit out your name?" Osamu Dazai asked calmly, "Or do you want me to go to the torture room myself?"

"Mr. Hongye has finished the interrogation." Mori Ogai shook his head, "The enemy is very vigilant. Our poor deceived employees have only contacted their grassroots personnel. There is only one piece of information worth noting-they are very, very loyal."

He used two verys in a row.

"Loyalty?" Osamu Dazai pondered, "Is it the cohesion of the organization or the control over the members?"

"It's said in the confession," Mori Ogai repeated, "they have a single leader, and all of them are as devout as if they were born for that man. If they can find an opportunity to die for him, they will gladly go to the grand appointment death."

"This organization gives me a strange feeling." Mori Ogai said slowly, "It's like a group of people who want to die have been caught by someone. They are willing to try to continue living for that person, and they also expect to be empowered by that person. the meaning of your own death."

"I don't know why, but this description gives me a familiar sense of déjà vu." The leader of Mafia at the port stared at his best subordinate with dark eyes, and said word by word, "Mr. Dazai, what do you think?"

"Probably, like some group activities of illegal self-shark clubs." Dazai Osamu briefly mentioned, "Since the leader is the core of the group, it's fine to catch the leader. The European branch seems to be in my responsibility. out of range."

"On the contrary, I don't think there is anyone more suitable to lead this overseas operation than Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai smiled, "In fact, our spies in Europe have already found out the names of the enemies. Dazai-kun should be familiar with you. You and them dealt with."

After talking for a long time, I finally exposed the fox's tail.Osamu Dazai watched Mori Ogai with cold eyes as he continued, every word and every sentence was as he expected.

"Grey ghosts wandering the battlefield, cold ghosts wandering among the dead." Mori Ogai looked at Osamu Dazai, "Mimic."

Ah, Osamu Dazai thought, it really is.

The first time I heard Mimic was two years ago, when he and Riri Yamabuki went on a date in Tokyo's Tarobika Paradise, and heard the name of the ghost in the mouth of the gin.

On the night of the summer temple fair where the yukata and clogs played Waka, Ogier Brandy was shot in the head by a sniper from a distance on the night when the fireworks were in full bloom.

Since then, this organization that seems to have nothing to do with Yokohama has been floating like broken ice under the sea, rarely showing up, but it has always been a vested interest.

It's not that he didn't show up at all... Isn't there someone who is always by his side?

Osamu Dazai tapped the corner of his clothes lightly with his fingertips.

The evidence is weak but certain enough that there is no more reasonable guess than that.

He has not concluded some mysteries, such as who is she in Mimic?A laboratory product from a remote border town, who has self-awareness and left the snow-covered homeland. Did Mimic pick her up?

Mimic made its fortune in Europe before Riri Yamabuki left the laboratory, Osamu Dazai can be sure.She is definitely not the founder of Mimic, only a new member who joined later.

Which organization doesn't like an incredibly useful killing machine?When she first left the laboratory, she was like a blank sheet of paper. How could people not arouse the desire to smear with her own color?

It’s easiest to carry private goods when teaching basic knowledge. The girl who doesn’t understand anything sits on the ground with her knees hugged and listens carefully. She regards every word and every sentence of the person in front of her as the truth, and nods.

Coming to Yokohama and approaching him is also the task of the organization.

Considering the scheming required by the beauty trap and her lack of common sense, the probability of simply killing him is higher.

Didn't do anything...maybe it was out of selfishness.

In the blink of an eye, she has stayed with him for more than two years, when will Mimic recruit her back?

At a time when Osamu Dazai and Port Mafia are no longer a threat to them?After Europe has completely become Mimic's domain?After there was no longer any value in staying with him?

Thinking about it from another angle, as long as the port Mafia is always an obstacle to Mimic, won't Riri Yamabuki's mission end?

It'd be better if Mimic just disappeared into the world...he would get his wish.

"What do you think Dazai-kun thinks about this mission?" Mori Ogai asked again.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai looked at the scarlet carpet under his feet, his lowered eyelashes covered the expression in his eyes, "I want full command."

"Hey." Mori Ogai uttered a meaningless voice word shortly, his eyes rested on Dazai Osamu for a moment, and took out a special decree from the drawer, "So, how about the silver oracle?"

The silver oracle, the decree that can freely mobilize all resources of the port Mafia after holding it.

Mori Ogai watched Osamu Dazai leave, the hem of the black windbreaker fluttered in the air, and the figure of the young man who once held the silver oracle to investigate the Huangba vomiting incident seemed to overlap at this moment.

He has grown taller, his personality has become more difficult to figure out, and there are more fetters around his body than before.

The young man who once mixed blood pressure medicine and blood pressure medicine together and drank it, and then went to death in the next second and didn't care.Countless late nights, when Mori Ogai stood in front of the bed where the former leader died and stared at the blood splashed on the wall, he would always think of Dazai Osamu's dead eyes.

At that time, Ogai Mori believed that there was no better witness than Osamu Dazai. He walked on the wire rope on the verge of death, entertaining himself in the precarious state. It dissipated like the second the balloon exploded.

Mori Ogai is occasionally terrified by this.

He clearly knows that no one can grasp Osamu Dazai's thoughts. Today he can become the youngest cadre of Mafia out of interest, and tomorrow he can take the position of leader because of fun. He is not loyal to Mori Ogai and Port Mafia, and never loyal to.

Mori Ogai has been looking for a way to control Osamu Dazai.What kind of person can touch his heart, what kind of person can make him act out of the box... Until now, at the moment Dazai Ogai took over the silver oracle from him, Mori Ogai clearly saw Dazai Ogai shake.

Shaken by someone.

"It's really exciting to see where things will go."

Mori Ogai played with the black knight in his hands, the trend of the black and white chess game was blurred, and the white queen who entered the field forcefully had not yet raised the smoke of a counterattack.

He placed the black knight and the white queen side by side, and raised his fingertips.

Snapped!Two chess pieces slammed onto the chessboard, and Gu Lulu rolled off the table.

……

Dazai Osamu folded the precious silver oracle at the port Mafia into small cubes and threw it into the corner of his coat pocket, just like wrapping chewing gum.

The chief's office is on the top floor, and the training ground is underground.The transparent elevator sank slowly into the oppressive concrete floor, and the doors opened to both sides with a ding.

Osamu Dazai stepped out of the elevator, walked to the entrance of the training ground and looked inside, but he didn't see Riri Yamabuki and Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

"Have you left get out of class early to eat conveyor belt sushi?" Osamu Dazai curled his lips, "It's too cruel to leave me behind."

"When Your Girlfriend Runs Away With Your Immediate Report"

"Sushi is theirs, he has nothing"

"Akutagawa, you will train him until he dies tomorrow"

Osamu Dazai turned and left the training ground dejectedly, went to the cafeteria alone in a strange way, and found a remote corner to eat slowly.

The quality of the lunch box at Mafia at the port is actually very good. There are big chicken legs to eat every day. The fried shredded pork with green peppers is shredded pork without green peppers. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are vegetarian dishes, not meat dishes. They are a thousand times more conscientious than any university cafeteria.

Not only that, there is also a special window in the exclusive cafeteria for Mafia employees at the port to provide fried mackerel, braised mackerel in oil, steamed mackerel and other fancy fish meals for the victims of Osamu Dazai headed by Nakahara Chuya, which are well received by the public .

By the way, this window will only open when Osamu Dazai is not in the cafeteria. After receiving the notification from the monitoring team, "Mr. Dazai is coming to the cafeteria! Level-[-] alert!" Take down the "Today's mackerel の trick to die" signboard and replace it with a "Closed for business" sign.

Osamu Dazai knew this very well, but today he didn't have the strength to argue with the victim alliance, and used a fork to harm the food on the plate.

A plump cauliflower was forked, and a beautiful carrot was forked, and the broccoli was rushed with hot hands.

He absently stuffed the crumbled food into his mouth and chewed it.

Pages of the documents Mori Ogai gave him were opened in his pupils, and the materials and data in English and numbers flashed in Osamu Dazai's mind.He could understand every single word, but the inexplicable combination made Osamu Dazai feel a dull pain on his forehead.

It is no exaggeration to say that he has destroyed too many stumbling blocks on the road of Mafia port. Destroying an organization is a common job for Osamu Dazai. He only needs to find out the weak points that are difficult for the enemy to detect, and then defeat them.

This time it should have been the same.

"...How much nostalgia does she have for Mimic?" Osamu Dazai picked up a baked potato with a fork and watched it being crushed into mashed potatoes little by little. ?”

Will she turn against him because the lair is destroyed, or will she belong to him completely after cutting off all escape routes?

In her heart, who is more important?

"Am I originally someone with such a strong desire for monopoly?" Osamu Dazai looked at his hands and said to himself, "Isn't it?"

He is obviously the type who is not attached to anything.

Even though he tried his best to convince himself, the burning desire still twisted in his chest.

"Action must start tomorrow at the latest." Dazai Osamu murmured, and the silver fork scratched across the dinner plate and made a harsh friction sound, "Europe is the enemy's stronghold, basically they will notice it as soon as I make a move, and she will soon know what happened What."

Today is the last calm before the storm.

Anxiety fermented vaguely in his heart.

The sky in Yokohama changed at dusk, with dark clouds looming over the city and a gloomy humidity filling the air.

"Will it rain?" Pedestrians on the road hurried across the block with their briefcases in their hands, heading into homes sheltering from the rain in all directions.

"The air pressure is very low today." Riri Yamabuki looked up at the thick clouds, "Hurry up and go home, it might be a thunderstorm tonight."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Akutagawa Gin responded, and the two children ran to their assigned dormitory. Yamabuki Riri stood there watching the dark clouds for a while, and then walked home slowly.

The moisture in the air was clearly audible, and the gradually rising wind was lingering on the tips of Shan Chuili's hair. She opened her five fingers and let the wind pass through. The long-lost feeling that something was about to be relieved was lingering in her heart.

"Is the thunder loud at night?" she whispered. "It doesn't feel good to sleep."

Let's light a lamp and lean on the bed and read poetry for a while, Riri Yamabuki thought as he walked into the elevator of the apartment.

The carpet placed at the door is still the "no welcome" carpet chosen by Osamu Dazai.Perhaps it was destined, the room has not welcomed a single guest in two years, and there are always only two pairs of slippers placed in the shoe cabinet, with two pairs of black cats and cats, one big and one small, leaning together.

"I'm back." Riri Yamabuki put on his slippers and stomped his cat's head on the floor.

"Welcome back." Osamu Dazai stood in front of the fish tank and sprinkled fish food, staring at the lone red-tailed goldfish in the huge fish tank. The fish chased the fish food and opened its mouth, leaving fine foam.

This little goldfish has been kept for two years, and it is still very lively. It is indeed the fish chosen by Osamu Dazai at a glance at the summer temple fair.

"What's on the coffee table?" Riri Yamabuki glanced across the living room, and found an extra package on the coffee table that she hadn't seen before.

"The clothes I ordered online a few days ago." Osamu Dazai washed his hands and opened the package in front of Riri Yamabuki, "Riri-chan~ You won't forget what you promised me earlier, right?"

A trade in the exchange of clothing and matching power.

"It turned out that you didn't wear women's clothes to Bodo?" Riri Yamabuki wrinkled his nose, "The deal is void."

"What a fool!" Osamu Dazai looked as if he had suffered a great loss. "I've shown it to Lilijiang very seriously. It's obvious that you didn't allow me to perform the task, and now I'm going to renege on my debt. Such a terrible authoritarianism!"

It sounds like she is some kind of peerless villain, Riri Yamabuki thought silently.

"Qiangqiang." Osamu Dazai picked up the clothes in his hands and showed them to Riri Yamabuki, "Okay, let's change now."

In all fairness, Osamu Dazai's taste is not vulgar.

It could even be called elegant.

The black tunic skirt is embellished with starry silver powder, the skirt flutters like the Milky Way sprinkles stardust, and the fabric is as agile as the ripples of flowing water.

Yamabuki Riri will not be fooled by appearances.

Her eyes remained on the accessories that came out of the package along with the tunic.

Leg rings, yes, she has the same fetish as Osamu Dazai. Choker, the problem is not big, but the bell on the top is a bit in the way.

But what about that cat's tail?

"Don't you know Riri-chan? The maid cafes in Akihabara have long ceased to stay in the period of black-and-white maid outfits." Osamu Dazai followed Riri Yamabuki's line of sight, "Now is the era of Fu Ruikon."

Riri Yamabuki: "You just found an excuse to use it?"

No matter how you look at it, it is your own sexual fetish output.

Osamu Dazai didn't deny it, and chuckled lightly.

No, Riri Yamabuki is sounding the alarm, his smile is very problematic!

It's not the usual smile that hangs on the lips habitually, nor is it the frequent sneer and sneer, it's not even the rare and happy relaxed smile.

If you use four-character words to describe, Yamabuki Riri can only think of one adjective:

Full of charm.

Sparing no effort to seduce her ankles, wrists, and neck like spider silk.

He didn't say a word, but even the air was full of hints.

It's hard to describe Osamu Dazai's aura at this time.If he is not strong, it is difficult for Yamabuki Riri to perceive the threat, and he cannot be vigilant.There was only a trace of tense nerves left, which made her unable to relax no matter what.

Riri Yamabuki rarely felt a dilemma.

The mood of hesitation overflowed like spring water little by little, filling her heart, but she didn't know the source.

Strange, she thought, why the restlessness?

No one or anything is enough to threaten her, whether she is sleeping in the open air on the snowy glaciers, or walking in the smoke of gunfire, what accompanies her is the constant sense of security created by absolute strength.

It is one of her interests to experience things that have never been experienced before.I have read a lot of love textbooks, and the rare practical link is worth looking forward to.

Anyway, I don't feel pain, it should be mostly comfortable.

Shouldn't hesitate, it's weird.

Is it a matter of timing?It's a bit too sudden, but the book says that sudden enthusiasm is also a kind of interest, which is very normal.

Resist...not resist, if it is Osamu Dazai.

Ritsu Yamabuki thought about it and thought it was the weather.

The gloomy dark cloudy sky, the storm is about to come, the tranquility before the storm is oppressive and suffocating, and there is always a feeling that something is about to happen.

The calm surface of the lake shattered like a mirror.

Riri Yamabuki took a step forward, hooked the suspenders of the tunic skirt with his fingers, and slowly pulled the soft dress away from Dazai Osamu's fingertips.

"Call my sister." She whispered, "I'll think about it."

"elder sister."

The short syllables are contained between the lips and teeth, and the titles that have been heard many times in the past seem to have changed, and they are stained with obscure colors.

"If it makes me uncomfortable, I'll kill you." Riri Yamabuki's voice was as soft as the wind, but the killing intent really enveloped the entire room.

"I'll work hard." Osamu Dazai grabbed her hand, and kissed lightly on the inside of her wrist.

The dusk shrouded in dark clouds corresponds to the name of the time of encountering the devil, the screaming wind blows the branches like a devil crying, and the extremely low air pressure makes people breathless.

There was a bang of thunder, and the torrential rain poured down.