But what did Dazai do wrong?

It rained all night.

The windows of the living room were not closed tightly, and the glass trembled with the sound of thunder, the curtains blurred with wet water lines, and the light and shadow swayed.

The pink and white rose on the balcony was forgotten by its owner in the rain, and the delicate petals were washed by the rain, and the delicate fragrance emerged.

When the sun penetrated the dark clouds, the pattering rain gradually stopped, and the falling water droplets reflected the colors of the rainbow.The little sparrows hiding from the rain under the eaves poked out their round heads quietly, and their chirping sound sounded the first signal of the morning.

It was past working hours, and neither of the two people in the living room moved.

"Ask for leave." Riri Yamabuki kicked Osamu Dazai's calf hoarsely.

"Yes, but the perfect attendance award was forfeited at the beginning of the month... It doesn't matter if you ask for leave or not." Osamu Dazai tried to find the mobile phone that had fallen into the crack of the sofa, but his hands and feet were caught by bandages scattered all over his body.

All the bandages had to be re-tied, and Lilijiang was really violent.

"I don't agree that wearing a bandage is honesty." Riri Yamabuki rubbed his throat and frowned unhappily, "If you want to cospy a real mummy, I'll send you to the ICU today to realize your dream."

Osamu Dazai: No, no, no.

He thought he performed pretty well last night. Although his girlfriend was a little depressed this morning, it was definitely not his fault—at least not entirely his fault.

This kind of thing is only fair if both parties are responsible, the tyrant is dictatorial!

"Ask for leave... Oh, it's a second to let me see... Tsk, the old fox only granted me half a day's leave, so stingy!" Osamu Dazai angrily threw his phone on the sofa.

"He may have never seen such an unprofessional cadre like you." Riri Yamabuki stood up wearing Dazai Osamu's shirt, "I'm hungry, do you want to eat popsicles?"

"Eating ice in the morning will make my stomach hurt—I want to eat it." Osamu Dazai picked up his coat on the ground, and when he looked up, Riri Yamabuki had already returned from the kitchen with a popsicle.

"Hey, don't you have my share?" He looked at Riri Yamabuki with an accusing expression of ignoring a scumbag.

"The last one in the refrigerator, who made you lazy." Riri Yamabuki bit the popsicle and glanced at him.

Perhaps because he disliked the mess on the sofa, Riri Yamabuki stood in front of Osamu Dazai, biting a popsicle, with no intention of sitting down.

She only wore Dazai Osamu's shirt, and she stepped on the soft carpet with bare feet, and the clear finger marks on the inner thighs were printed on the pale skin.

Osamu Dazai held a roll of bandages and wrapped them around his hands. The snow-white bandages covered several bite marks on his arms.

"There is also here on the neck." Riri Yamabuki pointed to the position of Dazai Osamu's collarbone, and she couldn't help touching her cheek, "My teeth are pretty good."

Loves to bite, not to be good.

The popsicle melted quickly, Riri Yamabuki took a few sips of sweet water, the sweet taste of the green apple spread in her mouth, she squinted her eyes contentedly.

"It tastes delicious... Be careful of the pigment." Osamu Dazai, who couldn't eat the popsicles, said maliciously, "It will dye your mouth with paint—ah, your tongue turns green."

"Huh?" Riri Yamabuki poked out the tip of his tongue and looked in doubt, "It really changed color, look."

Out of curiosity, she leaned over and showed Osamu Dazai her tongue.

"I see." Dazai Osamu held Riri Yamabuki's face in his hands, and kissed her with the tip of her tongue.

"It's ice cold and sweet."

The sweet water from the popsicle melted down Riri Yamabuki's raised wrist, and the sweet and greasy green apple fragrance permeated the air.

Until the hands of the clock in the living room reached twelve o'clock, the two of them who were hungry didn't have a meal.

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"I'm going out." Osamu Dazai put on a new shirt, with a black trench coat draped over his arms, he stood at the entrance and looked back at Riri Yamabuki, Maomao said coquettishly, "Don't you have a kiss before you go out?"

Riri Yamabuki rubbed his red and swollen lips, and waved the back of his hand outward to Osamu Dazai, signaling him to get out of here.

"Turn your face and deny anyone again." Osamu Dazai whispered, and walked out of the house.

Standing on the carpet at the door, he slowly put on his black coat, putting his hands in his pockets.

The silver oracle folded into small cubes rolled in the corner of the pocket, Dazai Osamu held it between his fingers and pulled it out, flattening it little by little.

Osamu Dazai looked back at the closed door, the scent of green apples still vaguely lingered on the tip of his nose, the girl with black hair and blond eyes was lying on her side on the sofa, stretching slowly, holding the phone to check the weather forecast, looking for someone to bask in. Good weather for a quilt.

She should not go out today, she may take a nap in the afternoon and spend the day leisurely.

It should have been like this... If they were really an ordinary pair of lovers who shared their hearts with each other, today's sunny day after the rain must be a beautiful day worth remembering in life.

"Plain happiness doesn't belong to Mafia." Osamu Dazai said softly.

They are destined to finish their lives in fighting, plundering and bloody.

"Start to act." Osamu Dazai said to himself, "I won't let you go back."

In the empty corridor, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Riri Yamabuki stretched her waist, and she listened attentively, not understanding why Osamu Dazai stood at the door in a daze.

"The sun is out today." Riri Yamabuki opened the curtains with both hands, and Yokohama, washed by the heavy rain, was as clear as washed glass, and the dewdrops rolled between the rose petals.

The weather is very suitable for washing the quilt and drying the quilt. Riri Yamabuki stood by the window and felt the sunshine for a while, and was rarely motivated to do housework.

Now her whole body is numb and lazy, if she doesn't find something to do, Riri Yamabuki suspects that she will hug a soft pillow and find a place with sunshine to curl up on the carpet and sleep all day.

What should I do if I sleep too long during the day at night?Another night of messing around with Osamu Dazai?Although they did not sleep all night yesterday...

"I didn't catch up on sleep in the morning, and I went to work again in the afternoon. Dazai's physical strength may be better than I imagined." Riri Yamabuki threw the quilt into the laundry basket in front of the washing machine.

"White cannot be mixed with black... just add one cup of detergent... the switch is this, the mode selection is this..." Riri Yamabuki operated step by step through the instructions found on his mobile phone, and the washing machine beeped. The joyful sound of running water resounded from inside the machine.

Riri Yamabuki stood in front of the washing machine, tapped lightly on the tiles with his bare feet, and brushed the news while holding the phone.

"Huh? Andre's phone number?" Riri Yamabuki swiped the answer button on the phone, "Hello?"

"One piece of good news and one piece of bad news." Andre's voice was slightly distorted through the electromagnetic field, "The guy we bribed disappeared, it should be the news that there was no news the night before, and the people on my side discovered it too late. "

“The person in charge of Port Mafia’s European branch?” recalled Riri Yamabuki, “He really likes to disappear at every turn, and then he is dragged up and thrown on the street like a puddle of mud in a bar. The quality of Port Mafia’s employees is quite uneven. Yeah, I'm a little surprised how easy it was to buy him off."

"I'm afraid the port Mafia secretly transported people back to Yokohama while avoiding our eyes." Andre said with a headache, "I really can't underestimate them."

"I disappeared the night before yesterday, and I should have vomited all that should be vomited by now." Lawri Yamabuki knew the efficiency of the Port Mafia torture team, "Did Port Mafia finally find out the bad news that they were unknowingly pushed out of the European market?"

"If you stretch your hand too far, you should know that your claws will be cut off one day." Andre sneered, "We are fighting back justifiably."

"This is bad news, what is the good news?" Yamabuki Riri asked.

"The good news is that Europe is our home base after all." Andre shrugged, "What is Mori Ogai's famous saying called? Ah, I remembered."

"Strike first is the best." Andre said with a smile, "give me an order, my leader, avoid his sharp edge or confront him. Your choice is the only banner for our actions."

Organization-to-organization wars span Japan and Europe, from trade to connections, from strength to conspiracy, the special nature of which creates a battle destined to take a long time.

The whole world is destined to set off a carnival because of this. Online intelligence transactions weave a web of data, and the adrenaline surges on the faces of the green and blue screens. The information dealers who love to have fun join the game with laughter.

Offline killers gathered in the delicious tonkotsu ramen shop. The appearance of the noodles was no different from that of ordinary customers next to them. They raised chopsticks dipped in soup and pointed on the table, sharing information on the circulation of large quantities of weapons. And the surge in business orders.

"I'm very sorry that the supply of weapons has been canceled in the near future... Yes, yes, the other family is just like us. I'm really out of stock. I'm sorry, my guest." The knight and the black doctor calculated their income and expenses for this month, and lamented how hard life is.

Some people like to hear and see it, some watch the fire from the other side, and some laugh and curse.

Everything stems from the simple order issued by Riri Yamabuki through the mobile phone.

She was licking the tip of her green apple-flavored tongue, her lips were red and swollen from being sucked and kissed repeatedly, and the button of the oversized shirt she was wearing was unbuttoned, she looked like she had just warmed up with her boyfriend and was loved so much.

"Just do it like this," she said to her subordinates who were waiting for instructions on the other side of the phone.

The war between the two organizations ignited at this moment.

Almost the second Mimic made a move, Osamu Dazai received the message.

It seems that in an instant, the fish caught in the water were thrown into the water without even a ripple, and quickly disappeared into the transparent water waves.

The advantage of Port Mafia is the number of people, and the advantage of Mimic is talent.It's hard to imagine that every member of this organization is enough to be called a ghost, well-trained, highly obedient and united, calmly disappearing between the sea of ​​people and the jungle.

"Has the supplier who supplied them with weapons been found out?" Mori Ogai asked.

On the top floor of Mafia at the port, in the chief's office, the two talking to each other stood and sat down.

"I can't find out." Osamu Dazai said calmly, "Weapons are sold from suppliers in different regions and sold to Hakata after several rounds. Putting weapons into Hakata is like spilling fish food into a pool, and it is cleaned up by the fish. It’s impossible to find out whether it’s going to local killers or foreign forces.”

Bodo is a very special city. The over-developed killer industry has led to strange rules in many parts of the city. The police station is like waste paper, the government's credibility is close to zero, and freedom and privacy are its main themes.

"Hakata... don't we happen to have people from Hakata here?" Mori Ogai said as if he suddenly remembered something, "Dazai-kun, why don't you ask Lawyer to help?"

It would be boring to ask this level knowingly, Dazai Ogai looked at Mori Ogai expressionlessly.

"Dazai-kun, it's been a few years in a flash." Mori Ogai said with a smile, "I still remember the day when Chuya-kun was trapped on a chair by Rantang-kun's ability and traded with me in this office."

"At that time, Chuya-kun hated and hated Port Mafia very much." Mori Ogai recalled the past, "Hijacked and killed our members, and said 'I will kill all the people in Port Mafia', the first The first time I met Dazai-kun was also very violent, and I fought hard with Hirotsu."

"But now, he's one of my best subordinates."

Mori Ogai said suggestively: "The relationship between the enemy and your own people has the possibility of free reversal. Excellent diamonds are shining in front of your eyes. If you don't try it, how will you know that you can't fight for it?"

"As the 'King of Sheep', Nakaya-kun joined us as usual?" Mori Ogai said with a smile, "It can be seen that identity is not a problem, but whether there is another diamond that can attract diamonds is the key point."

"I appreciate Law Li very much." He said slowly, "Strength, efficiency, and completion are impeccable. She has a unique personality, but the members who have partnered with her told me that Law Li has excellent leadership qualities ——Not referring to leadership skills, she naturally has an aura that makes people willing to dedicate to her, and she is deeply loved by her subordinates."

"Although she looks cold, she is unexpectedly a very likable girl." Mori Ogai sighed, "I am a little surprised, maybe many people are willing to die for her."

No, the last sentence was wrong, Osamu Dazai denied it in his heart.

There are many people who are willing to live for her.

How easy it is to die, but difficult to live.

"Dazai-kun, the port Mafia's development plan in Europe is encountering great obstacles." Mori Ogai looked down at the map on the desktop, "The clock tower servants are happy to see this, the black organization is watching, and Mimic is trying to do its best. Let's go back home."

"The leader of the previous generation passed on the position to me when he was dying, but I couldn't lead the organization to go further, and I was ashamed to see the previous generation." Mori Ogai said with a sigh.

When the two of you meet in hell, fight before you say this.Osamu Dazai didn't bother to pay attention to the hypocritical BOSS, and looked at the corner of the void with an obscure expression.

Mori Ogai's attitude is very clear: Mimic is definitely an enemy, and whether Riri Yamabuki is an enemy depends on his ability.No matter what status she is in Mimic, if she finds a way to destroy the organization and snatch people over, everything she has done before will be ignored, and everyone will still love each other as a family in the future.

It was almost the best result that Osamu Dazai envisioned.

Port Mafia’s treatment of traitors is quite merciless. Thinking about it carefully, Riri Yamabuki has done a lot. The robbery of the arsenal has destroyed the organization’s face and property. If you really have to think about it, there is a blood feud between them. .

But Mori Ogai said it was written off, and her value was so great that Mori Ogai was willing to let the past go.

Osamu Dazai had already made it very clear what he should do.

He left Mori Ogai's office, threw the work at hand to the unknown secretary, and went to the intelligence department to drag out Ango Sakaguchi, who was addicted to overtime work and couldn't help himself.

"Dazai-kun?!" Ango Sakaguchi was caught off guard, "Aren't you very busy recently?"

As an infiltrating investigator dispatched by the Supernatural Secret Service to enter the port Mafia, Ango Sakaguchi received the news early on that the port Mafia and Mimic caused unrest in the world, and he was also a headache.

"I'm working right now." Osamu Dazai dragged Ango Sakaguchi while pulling Oda Sakunosuke, who was standing among family members dealing with emotional adjustment disputes, out of the abyss of the war of words, and aggressively took the two of them to Lupine.

"Give them two glasses of lemonade, the kind with double lemon giant sour." Osamu Dazai ordered to the bartender, "Give me mint water."

"It's commendable not to drink alcohol during work." Ango Sakaguchi adjusted his messed-up glasses, "But Dazai-kun, why do you drink mint water, and Mr. Odasaku and I want to drink lemonade?"

"To make you sour." Osamu Dazai said without thinking.

Ango Sakaguchi decided that he would rather die than touch this humiliating glass of lemonade.

Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of lemonade, and silently put down the glass after his teeth ached: "Dazai, what do you want us to do?"

"It's a major event in my life." Osamu Dazai folded his hands and said solemnly.

As a member of the top five cadres with regard to promotion and salary increase, what other major life events are worth pondering?To usurp the throne and become the leader?It's not that I can't support you.

"It's like this." Osamu Dazai made a metaphor, "I found a golden apple in the woods, I like it very much, it is dazzling. I had a good conversation with the apple, and she even allowed me to take a bite out of her. Suck the juice of Ganlin. The taste is really, really good, I think she was bitten by me, is it my apple?"

Oda Sakunosuke: "Maybe it depends on Apple's self-will?"

Ango Sakaguchi: "Can you use a metaphor that humans can understand?"

"Of course she likes me." Osamu Dazai was sure, "She only allows me to bite her."

"So I want to move the apples to my garden." Osamu Dazai continued, "The gardener also thinks it's good, but the woods where she lives won't let her go, and the ugly thorns without meaning stop me from picking the golden apples." hand, that she is theirs."

"I can burn the thorns with a fire, but they guard the branches where the golden apples live." Osamu Dazai's voice gradually became softer, "I must first let the apples jump into my fruit basket by themselves, and then let her see me being killed by the thorns." A punctured, wounded arm...will she find my garden far better than a humble kingdom of thorns, and settle there?"

"If Dazai-kun writes fairy tales, no matter how old the children are, they will cry to the point of collapse." Ango Sakaguchi said seriously to Sakunosuke Oda, "You must never tell your children such dark bedtime fairy tales."

Oda Sakunosuke listened very carefully, and he himself was writing, so he took Dazai Osamu’s oral story creation very seriously: “In the story, the decision of the golden apple is the most important. If she chooses you, Dazai-kun can Get what you want; if she chooses the forest where she grows, she and Dazai-kun will become enemies."

"I understand." Ango Sakaguchi suddenly realized, he realized: "Isn't this the allotrope of the problem of 'parents and lovers fall into the river at the same time, which one to save first'?"

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"Huh? You can also say that." Osamu Dazai didn't deny it, "That's the choice I want her to make."

"Dazai-kun, you overlooked one thing." Sakaguchi Ango could hear the port Mafia's attitude towards Mimic and Yamabuki Riri from Dazai Osamu's tone, which was basically the same as the Sheep King incident that happened before. It just so happened that he was the one who compiled the report and sent it to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"For Ms. Lili, the two ends of the scale are not equivalent." Ango Sakaguchi said, "She chose you to mean the destruction of Mimic, but choosing Mimic does not mean your death."

"At the time of the King of Sheep incident, Mr. Zhongya asked to let the children of the 'sheep' go, right? Since they were minors and did not cause a lot of damage to the port Mafia, the conditions were easily agreed."

"There are no minors in Mimic." Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, "They are all experienced soldiers on the battlefield. The loss of face and property they caused to Mafia port is definitely not something that can be erased with a single sentence."

Ango Sakaguchi changed his mind, he didn't think Yamabuki Riri would do what Osamu Dazai wanted at all.

What kind of irresponsible thing does this have to be done by a top-notch love brain?Ango Sakaguchi reasonably suspects that Osamu Dazai's defection to the port of Mafia and her elopement are more likely to succeed.

"Of course I have considered what Ango said." Osamu Dazai said depressedly while lying on the bar counter.

"I'm just not reconciled."

Not reconciled to her not choosing him between him and others, not reconciled to his weight in her heart being inferior to others.

Not reconciled... He has fallen to this point, but she still looks like she can get out at any time.

"Like" is an emotion that can be easily confirmed, but what about "love"?

Without giving up something, without sacrificing something, how can you prove the existence of love?

He may be paranoid, or he may be timid. For the first time, he has the idea of ​​grabbing someone hard, but that person doesn't shake his hand back.

"It's Riri-chan's fault that I'm getting more and more excessive." Osamu Dazai murmured in a low voice, complaining unreasonably, "While pampering me while not responding to me, playing with my emotions and my body, the result I'm still like the worst big bad, so it's not fair."

He was severely manipulated by the bad sister, and it was all her fault for worrying about gains and losses.

"Is this love?" Ango Sakaguchi whispered to Sakunosuke Oda through the cover of the glass, "It's scary, I think it's safest to marry a job."

A bad sister will lie to you, but working overtime will not lie to you!The feeling of being bald and still endlessly dark after exhausting all your energy and staying up late is so damn charming!

"So Ango is a married man? Disrespect." Oda Sakunosuke respectfully toasted Sakaguchi Ango, and then said: "But Dazai hasn't developed that far yet. They are just a relationship that can be broken up at any time, and they are not going to the district office. It's a matter of going through the formalities."

"What if it's about going to the ward office to go through the formalities?"

"Then Riri-san should be responsible to Dazai-kun... Dazai-kun!?" Sakaguchi Ango replied subconsciously, only to realize that the person who asked the question was not Oda Sakunosuke.

"Ango, you have a good idea." Osamu Dazai put a hand on the shoulder of a friend, lost in thought, "It makes sense, it makes sense."

"First," he said to himself, "I must get a ring."