But what did Dazai do wrong?

"Click."

The heavy iron door was pushed open from the outside to the inside, the chain creaked, and the light in the aisle stretched a slanted strip on the carpet, disturbing the flying dust.

Riri Yamabuki stood at the entrance, quietly looking at the place where he had lived for two years.

The sofa was messy, the mackerel pillow was wrapped with a few rounds of bandages, the half-eaten biscuits and small round oranges were next to each other, and there were two knotted ties lying on the coffee table.

The rose potted plant brought back from the balcony to the living room is placed beside the fish tank, and the lively red-tailed goldfish wagging its tail and swims among the pink and white stamens under the blue water.

In the snack cabinet was the canned crab meat that she and Osamu Dazai bought from the shopping on the discount day, and the half-eaten bag of potato chips, which was afraid of oxidation and moisture, was held with a hairpin, waiting for the owner to enjoy it next time.

"Gu." The red-tailed goldfish that Riri Yamabuki scooped up at the temple fair intertwined with colorful lights and water patterns in summer spit out a string of fine foam, and the fish kiss stuck to her fingertips that were next to the glass.

"I fed you when I went out today." Riri Yamabuki whispered, "Even if you only have seven seconds of memory, you can't eat too much."

The little goldfish flicked its tail and circled around her fingertips.

"I'll feed you when Dazai comes back." Riri Yamabuki knocked on the glass with his fingers, "Be good."

The little goldfish vomited a big bubble in dissatisfaction, as if suspecting that she had made a cake for it.

"I'm not lying to you, he's alive and kicking now." Riri Yamabuki put his hands back in his pockets, "It's fine to fly to the Oscars ceremony and come back with a statuette.

She stared at the blue water, and the suddenly faded fragments in her memory replayed in her mind over and over again.

Blood, eyes full of blood, blood-colored flowers blooming on the white snow, the sky and the earth are gray, she can only see blood.

The impact of color makes Riri Yamabuki ignore many details, like a photo of the protagonist who is too eye-catching, so that people can't see the blurred shadows at the corners.

Fortunately, her memory has always been excellent, especially the memory about Osamu Dazai, which lingers in her mind for no reason.

On the rooftop shrouded in hot wind and strong clouds, Riri Yamabuki leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, forcing himself to replay the memory frame by frame.

Slowly taking out the ring, Osamu Dazai had a disturbed expression.

After staring at the ring for a long time, she slowly stretched out her hand.

Under the sun, the scope reflected brilliantly like diamonds, and the sound of gunfire from far away was ringing clearly in her ears, and the blood spattered out, soaking the pure white suit.

In an extremely tiny moment, Osamu Dazai's body moved a little distance to the left.

Only a short distance away, the scythe swung by the god of death fell into the air.

Riri Yamabuki could see clearly that the moment Dazai Osamu moved his body was exactly the moment when the finger on the trigger of the sniper gun was pulled.

He already knew that someone was going to kill him.

To kill him the moment he took out the ring and she was about to take it.

Choosing to propose in a park is probably not because of the blooming Yamabuki flowers in the garden, but just to find an open environment for snipers to shoot.

It's a pity that the end of June is the last flowering period of Yamabuki.

"If you want to enjoy the flowers, you can only wait until next year." Riri Yamabuki stroked the petals of the rose, "I hope Dazai remembers to water it so that you can live until next year."

The remains of the cake that had been eaten on the living room table had not been cleaned up, and half-melted candles lay reclining in the cream.

She was still sitting at the table making a wish early this morning, and the young man with a soft smile in the candlelight said that he was her god of wishing, and God decided to grant her wish.

The newly appointed god who relies on fooling even a believer is definitely not a serious god, and the way of fulfilling her wishes is also particularly distorted. She carefully chooses to see blood on her birthday, and engraves it in her memory in the most profound form.

Ordinary girls imagine a proposal of white doves, feathers, a melodious violin, and falling ribbons and gold powder.

Her memory only has faded Yamabuki flowers and glaring blood.

Riri Yamabuki looked at her palm, the smell of blood still lingered at the tip of her nose.

Even a marriage proposal is a part of a bloody scheme, can a man really find a love in this life?

There seems to be something wrong with her who likes this kind of man.

Osamu Dazai was about to ruin her otherwise peaceful life.

"I should be angry." Riri Yamabuki pressed his heart, "There are too many things that deserve to be angry today."

On her birthday, Osamu Dazai and Knight, who planned to make trouble on her birthday, Osamu Dazai, who knew the attack well but pretended to be a fool, played tricks, decided to attack on his own, and decided to die on his own. Nothing Knight... and André Gide who will call later on "Don't be close to men and you will be unhappy" and "No shit if you don't fall in love".

She was indeed very angry, Dazai Osamu appeared in front of her at this time, and he would definitely beat him up.

【"I've been picking a ring for a long time, and I chose the one with the most similar color."】

Beautiful light iris color, the owner of the eyes is looking at her intently, the ring inlaid with gemstones is a tailor-made size for her.

She raised her hand after silence, not simply wanting to touch the lovely gem.

...I want to imagine watching him push the ring into the root of her finger little by little like I saw in the movie, and never take it off again.

"I promised." Riri Yamabuki stared at his toes and said to himself, "I promised."

Even if she is fascinated by ghosts for a while, she is not someone who will go back on her word.

Riri Yamabuki pushed open the door of her room, and the originally empty room was gradually filled in two years. On the desk was a collection of poems she had bought and hadn’t read, and on the bedside table were more than a dozen claws clipped from a claw machine. Carrot rabbits, they were sent out of the video game city by the boss crying that day.

When I came to Yokohama alone, I thought that there was nothing to miss, so I bought a lot of useful and useless sundries, and I was reluctant to throw any of them away.

Riri Yamabuki had originally come back to pack his luggage.

Seeing that the mark is proof of leaving, she promised to abide by it.Not only that, Dazai Osamu has the label of "Port Mafia cadre", and killing him means another level of declaration of war. Port Mafia will inevitably hunt down the Mimic members who are still in Yokohama.

She has responsibilities she has to carry and things she has to accomplish.

Riri Yamabuki carried the suitcase around the room, then pushed the suitcase back into the corner.

It seems that everything needs to be taken, and it seems that nothing is needed.Maybe not coming back here again, maybe coming back soon.

"I didn't bring anything when I came here, and I don't need to take anything when I leave." Riri Yamabuki closed the closet, stood at the door, and finally looked around the room where he lived for two years.

Her eyes paused for a moment on the dressing table.

A single broken diamond earring is amazingly bright, blood oozes into the earlobe, and is licked off by the warm lips and tongue.

A pleasant voice pressed against the eardrums, saying, "Be careful on the road."

How did he embed the bug into the earrings without showing any traces?And how to put the doubts into the ambiguity and play the role of the perfect lover.

It was getting dark, and the moonlight poured into the floor-to-ceiling windows, softly covering the carpet by the windows.

Someone once said coquettishly, "I can't dance, my sister must save me", holding her hand and stepping on the moonlight, she was wrapped around the waist, and the hem of the skirt swirled like a flower in full bloom.

The door of the apartment was closed little by little, and the light spots from the aisle penetrating into the house gradually became thinner, returning to the silent darkness.

The dim living room is quiet, the bright moon hangs high outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the moon marks on the carpet have never changed, as if the people who danced silently that day are still passing by hand in hand.

……

It was already midnight when Osamu Dazai returned to the apartment.

He was not surprised to see that there was no one at home, and the floor lamp that would be left for him was quietly extinguished no matter how late it was, and the silent darkness was silent.

In the shoe cabinet, two pairs of black cat-head slippers are close to each other, and the pair of single-winged angel-shaped key hooks form a complete set of wings.

Osamu Dazai didn't turn on the light, he sat on the messy sofa, took off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt.

"The wound is open again." Dazai Osamu glanced at the bleeding bandage, and didn't want to care about it for the time being, he just planned to take some painkillers and let it go.

There are only the last few painkillers left, and the empty bottle shakes with a bang bang sound, and the small pills are poured out and swallowed with cold water.

Taking medicine on an empty stomach makes my stomach feel uncomfortable.

"It's been a long day in the interrogation room, I'm so hungry." Osamu Dazai said in a coquettish voice habitually, and then clicked his tongue in a strangely boring way.

"Let's eat crab meat rice." Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and found a 24-hour social animal life-saving takeaway shop, ordering and ordering smoothly.

When the order success page popped up, Osamu Dazai realized that he had ordered two crab meat rice.

"Subconsciously..." He hammered down the sofa, hesitated for a while between canceling the order and ordering who said he couldn't eat two, and threw the phone aside.

The living room was quiet, there was no sound of people at all, Osamu Dazai had never felt that the apartment was so empty.

The little goldfish swimming leisurely in the fish tank vomited a bubble to attract Dazai Osamu's attention. He poured some fish food for the little guy, and watched it eat slowly.

Osamu Dazai remembered when he and Riri Yamabuki were feeding the koi by the river, the pool was full of red, white, and gold fish scrambling for the first place, the water splashed on the shore and splashed on his face, the girl with black hair and golden eyes smiled and helped He wiped the beads of water from his cheeks.

"At the beginning, I should have caught two of them and raised them." Osamu Dazai looked at the lonely little goldfish in the empty fish tank, "Let you have a companion."

Do goldfish die from loneliness?People probably will.

The crab meat rice takeaway was delivered quickly, and Osamu Dazai sat at the dining table thinking why didn't he cancel the order and place a new one half an hour ago?

He couldn't figure out the result, so he ate the crab meat rice for two by himself, panting.

The door of Riri Yamabuki's room was closed, but not locked. Osamu Dazai went in and looked around, but she took nothing away.

"It's obviously the first gift I gave her, so ruthless." Osamu Dazai picked up the bug earrings on the dressing table that he personally gave. Extremely.

He looked and looked, and finally put the stud back in place.

The bandage on the abdomen continued to ooze blood, and the painkillers were useless, and the pain was throbbing.

In a sense, he is asking for trouble, and there is nothing worthy of sympathy.

Osamu Dazai had to change the bandage.

His ability to wrap bandages has been practiced over time, and he is very proficient. He wrapped his backhand around his back tightly and tied a crisp knot.

"It's a bit raw." Osamu Dazai twirled his sweaty forehead hair, sat cross-legged on the sofa, with his hands on his knees.

Ritsuri Yamabuki bandaged the wounds on his back or piercing wounds.He just needs to obediently raise his hand, and she tied the bandage for him in a way of embracing him, only a little hesitant at the last part of the knot.

"Is the knot okay?" Riri Yamabuki's hand came around Dazai Osamu's back, and his long cold hair brushed his chest, "I can only make a knot."

The king of self-healing ability has never experienced the baptism of bandages, she can tie them well, and tying beautiful knots is not in the skill points of Riri Yamabuki.

Osamu Dazai took the knotted part from her hand and slowed down the speed many times to show her.But he knew in his heart that Shanbuki's law school couldn't do this, and asking her to do it must be another crooked alien knotting method.

"Actually, it can't be seen even if the clothes cover it." Osamu Dazai said to himself, "The knot is firm, isn't it pretty good?"

The replaced blood-soaked bandages were rolled up and thrown into the trash can, and the cell phone that Osamu Dazai casually threw on the sofa rang.

"Say." He ordered succinctly.

"Yes, Mr. Dazai." The subordinate on the other end of the phone quickly reported a long list of place names. .”

"About, uh, regarding Miss Law Li, the administrator of the apartment once saw her suspected figure from the back at night, but we haven't got any relevant clues so far. She seems to have disappeared..."

"It can be considered that Miss Lili has joined Mimic, and the branch in Europe reported that they saw the figure of André Gide, who is said to be the leader of Mimic, in a remote battlefield. We reasonably suspect that the enemy has another commander in Yokohama , seems to be the man who was taken into the interrogation room by Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai tapped his knuckles on the coffee table: "How is the investigation in that bar?"

"It has been sold anonymously, and the person in charge has been replaced." The subordinate replied, "The enemy's movements were unusually fast, and he completed a series of tasks such as retreat, cover-up, and finishing in almost half an hour. It doesn't seem like there is no command. organize."

That bar is Mimic's most important stronghold in Yokohama. Knight is the person in charge of the stronghold, and it stands to reason that he is also the highest command of their Yokohama branch.

Mimic was originally an organization founded by Andre Gide. Osamu Dazai checked it out, so he can be sure.

It can also be heard from Knight's words that Riri Yamabuki joined Mimic very late, and the reasons for joining are still ridiculous.

What is the status of such a member in the organization?

André Gide is still alive and well, and he has a lot of authority in his hands. No matter how you look at it, Riri Yamabuki looks like his subordinate.

"Is there any organization that would send its leader to lurk in the hostile forces? No way, no way?" Osamu Dazai hung up the phone and muttered to himself, "Did André Gide be usurped or abdicated on his own initiative? No wonder Every time I told her that I wanted to strike out, she encouraged me to let Mr. Mori step down."

Generally, there is no organization that sends the leader undercover.

But there will be no subordinates who have been in love for two years at public expense under the banner of undercover.

Replacing the question mark protagonist with Riri Yamabuki suddenly made sense.

She's strong enough, willful enough, and beloved enough.

Therefore, it is also reasonable to leave the organization affairs to André Gide, who was originally the leader, and bring people to Yokohama himself.It doesn't matter that Knight is in the interrogation room, the real commander is still there, the backbone is still there, if he wants to retreat, he will retreat, and the subordinates will carry out the order without hesitation.

Mimic was originally a wandering mercenary organization. After settling down in Europe, it gradually became involved in jewelry, antiques and other fields. Now it seems that it is not so much about earning activity funds as about collecting gems to win the favor of the new leader.

Yokohama was not Mimic's territory in the first place, they evacuated completely without leaving a trace.

Osamu Dazai thought about it, and found that there was only one place where Riri Yamabuki left traces—only the apartment where they lived together.

After leaving this door, there is no evidence of her existence in the whole city.

As if stepping on the ground, the road in front of me is so empty that only gray shadows remain.

The wound that had just been bandaged began to ache again.

Osamu Dazai thought that a long time ago, he annoyed Riri Yamabuki, who was not very familiar with him at the time, and was pushed by her on the sofa.

She straddled his waist and looked down condescendingly, picking up the hem of his shirt with the muzzle of her gun.

The pain called punishment, the unbearable hot itching, the cold lips that covered the wound like a kiss.

She has a unique talent in torturing men, and the client herself has no feelings.

Whether it is pain or itching, it is a feeling that Riri Yamabuki cannot understand.

Osamu Dazai said that I was in pain, and acted sticky to her, always getting comfort and sweetness from her.

But when she raised her head and looked at her inhuman dark golden cat pupils, there was helplessness and connivance in her pupils, as well as a little inconspicuous curiosity.

Is it really that painful?Osamu Dazai seemed to hear her asking, I don't remember the pain anymore, but if it's just a bullet piercing the skin, it won't hurt me.

He always felt that Riri Yamabuki had labeled him as "weak", and that he still used 502 to stick it, and he couldn't even tear it off.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's not an illusion. In Riri Yamabuki's heart, Osamu Dazai is quite weak and delicate.

"A person who can't feel pain...?" Osamu Dazai lay on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Humans are afraid of flames, because the flames scorched the skin and made people's expressions distorted.Even people who have never been burned can't help but say after learning that someone has been burned: "It's terrible, he must be in pain!"

The rebellious teenager uttered bad words to his parents, and after he said those words, he looked remorseful.Because the hurt of words is also painful. He knows the pain when he is insulted, so he can feel the pain of the parents who were hurt by him.

The ability to relate another's pain to your own is called empathy.

Many consciences that humans have more than beasts are all because of empathy.

What if a person feels no pain?She watched someone wailing because her skin was burned by the fire, and curiously lit a handful of fire on her hand. Her skin was scorched black, and the scars fell off quickly, and new skin grew again.

She didn't feel anything during the whole process. The person was in pain and said that I wanted to die now. She squatted beside her and asked why, and then asked if she could help relieve it.

That "inhuman" quality has always been deeply rooted in her heart.It's not that she lacks common sense, but that the world she perceives is different from others.

Osamu Dazai took out a recording pen from his pocket, he pressed the play button, and a hoarse and indistinct sound came out from the stereo.

It took Osamu Dazai some time to find out a very partial language, and asked someone to translate Knight's last words before his death.

The answer has just been sent to his mobile phone, but he hasn't read it yet.

"..." The light on the mobile phone screen shone brightly on Dazai Osamu's face, and the voice recorder started to play for the second time, and the unfamiliar language seemed to become understandable under the translation.

"'Bewitching'? So that's what he saw." Osamu Dazai turned off the phone and put it on the coffee table.

Bystanders clear.From Knight's perspective, isn't Osamu Dazai and Riri Yamabuki's encounter, acquaintance, and love "bewitching"?

Bewitched by his eyes, she decided to stay in Yokohama to play love games with him.

Normal people wouldn't do this kind of thing, but Yamabuki's law is very reasonable.She agreed briskly, went through the one-stop process of confessing her love and living together, and dutifully played the role of girlfriend.

Until now, Dazai Osamu gave a hidden signal declaring the end of the game, and she did not hesitate at all, and left his life at the same speed as she agreed to Dazai Osamu's invitation to die in love.

Osamu Dazai said, the weather is so beautiful, sister, do you want to die in love with me?

Yamabuki Riri said, good.

Osamu Dazai said, the game is over, I already know your identity.

Yamabuki Riri said, good.

Resolute, without hesitation, as if more than two years of life have left no trace in her heart, and she has never had the slightest thought of giving up.

"In the park today, maybe she just wanted to touch that gem... She didn't mean to promise me, did she?" Osamu Dazai thought.

The blood-stained ring was put back in his pocket, the people at the port of Mafia would not do such a thing, it should have been put in by Riri Yamabuki when he picked him up from the pool of blood.

"That is to say, I am now in the state of being dumped and broken in love?" Osamu Dazai pointed to himself and applauded expressionlessly, "Congratulations for unlocking the Achievement of Lost in Love."

Congratulations to him for returning to the singles club of Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango, why not ask them to go to Lunpin to drink hard, and comfort his heart hurt by bad women with the painful groans of his friends in the alcohol hell.

"Skipping work tomorrow to go drink." Osamu Dazai rolled on the sofa, the wound on his abdomen was getting more and more painful, but its owner decided to abandon the "no drinking" that the doctor repeatedly ordered, and wanted to live Die in a bar.

"Forget it after getting drunk once." Osamu Dazai said to himself, "I said, does Riri-chan really understand what love is? What is the difference between me in her heart and a cat that pleases her?"

She treats Mao Mao even better than him, kissing, hugging and coaxing, and before leaving Mao Cafe, she will say goodbye seriously and buy a lot of canned tuna as a farewell gift.

In other words, the canned crab meat they bought together last time is still in the snack cabinet, and she didn't take any of them away, which can be regarded as a farewell gift for him.

"Ding!"

A flash of white light in the dark caused the autistic Osamu Dazai to lift his head from the pillow, and the phone screen showed that he had received an email from an unknown number.

The email has only one word: "Yes."

An unknown number, anonymous, and the email was sent to Osamu Dazai's encrypted mailbox.

There is no beginning and no end, just a word "yes".

Osamu Dazai's fingertips suddenly went numb for a moment.

[What is the difference between me in her heart and a cat that pleases her? 】

【Have. 】

Next to the previous email, another anonymous email from an unknown number flashed on the screen.

"Cats aren't as cute as you."