But what did Dazai do wrong?

The atmosphere in the entrance at the moment is infinitely close to a court trial, as if Osamu Dazai is going to execute Yamabuki Riri on the spot in the next second.

"As if" - because he couldn't fight, he could only think about it.

Riri Yamabuki glanced at the needle hole on the inner side of his arm that healed and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and said the most rascal words in the calmest tone.

"What? Where is something?"

You find out, but what to ask without evidence.

Dazai laughed angrily.

It was the first time he had seen Riri Yamabuki's incredible self-healing ability with his own eyes. If he hadn't been lucky enough to discover it before the needle's eye healed, he might have been kept a secret for how long.

The unhealed needle hole that lasted for so long must not have been accidentally poked, at least one tube of potion was emptied.

Osamu Dazai thought about it, decided to discard the darkest doubts first, and made a slightly lighter guess:

"You are sick?"

You have the disease.

Riri Yamabuki glanced at him, raised his hand to pinch his invulnerable skin, and pinched the soft flesh on Osamu Dazai's arm.

Not a word was said, and all the ridicule was in silence.

Osamu Dazai: He shouldn't give her face!

"You suffer from some kind of mental illness and need long-term injections?" Osamu Dazai put forward the most likely guess.

In his heart, the brain circuit of blowing the law is not normal, at least half crazy.

She doesn't look like a normal person! (pointing.jpg)

"I'm crazy, do you think you can still stand here?" Yamabuki Rita was speechless, "Last night's punishment was not enough, let's do another round today?"

Last night's punishment...

The moist, burning pain came back, Dazai Osamu's eyelashes trembled, and he changed the subject calmly.

"It's not medicine, but it's your necessity. I can only think of one possibility."

Osamu Dazai stayed in the port Mafia for a long time, and some things were so dark that even he felt sick, no matter how much Mori Ogai valued profit, he would never allow the introduction of drugs in Yokohama.

If there is anything you can’t buy in Yokohama, you can only turn to Hakata, which has many people, complex forces and complex forces. Osamu Dazai can only think of this.

"???"

Hearing Dazai Osamu's speculation, Yamabuki Riri was full of question marks.

Her lips parted slightly, obviously shocked by Osamu Dazai's brain.

Why do you want to be Mafia if you are so capable?Wouldn't it be nice to write a novel?That is the best job for you!

"... What other surprises do you have that I can't think of?" Riri Yamabuki didn't plan to go out anymore, she dragged Osamu Dazai back to her room.

If she didn't explain this clearly, she was afraid that Osamu Dazai's brain would spread to the Milky Way.

Riri Yamabuki's room was very tidy. On the desk were several collections of poems with strange authors' names, and excerpts with sharp and elegant handwriting were scattered on the desk.

Osamu Dazai picked it up and took a look, a little surprised.

She likes poetry?

The commonality between the two lines of Mafia and mercenaries is low education, let alone poetry, Dazai Osamu, who likes novels, only knows one Oda Sakunosuke.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of Yamabuki's law was almost zero.

It was only the third day they had known each other, and they went from dying in love to living together in one step. They had an intimate relationship in name, but they were still strangers in reality.

Osamu Dazai has the materials of Ritsuri Yamabuki in his hand, and the writing is very detailed, so detailed that people have the illusion that they can fully understand this person after reading the materials.

Not only Osamu Dazai, but Ogai Mori, Chuya Nakahara, and even the aunt who cleans the port Mafia can all read this document and say with certainty: I know her very well.

Is it really?

They didn't know that Riri Yamabuki didn't feel pain, didn't know that she liked poetry, didn't know that her lips were too cold to cover, the fingers that changed his bandages were beautiful, and her dark golden pupils really looked like cats in the dark.

Osamu Dazai knew a little bit more than them, but after careful calculation, she was still a cloud of fog.

"Here." Riri Yamabuki took out a bag of sealed liquid from the password-locked suitcase and threw it to Osamu Dazai, the speechlessness on his face still remained, "Taste it yourself."

Osamu Dazai cut through the sealed bag with a sharp knife, and tapped the transparent liquid on his fingertips at the corner of his lips.

Sweet.

"Glucose?" Dazai Osamu was stunned, "Are you injecting glucose? Is this what you need?"

"Yes." Ritsu Yamabuki agreed, "I have a stable source of goods in Bodo. 'The Shark Hand Lin with Mo De's Feelings' is called Lin Xianming. He is a killer in Bodo. I rescued his sister Lin Qiaomei, and Lin took it for me. The goods will give the lowest price."

Osamu Dazai couldn't understand: "What are you doing with glucose?"

Riri Yamabuki couldn't understand Osamu Dazai's incomprehension, she asked back: "You will ask others 'Why do you want to eat?'"

No, because of course people have to eat.

"Only patients in the hospital who can't eat will be given glucose to continue their lives."

Osamu Dazai held Ritsuri Yamabuki's wrist to prevent her from leaving, his pretty brows furrowed: "Can't you eat?"

He remembered that when he said "I want to eat three bowls of crab meat rice", Riri Yamabuki repeated the term "crab meat rice" with a clear incomprehension in his tone!

"The meeting on the first day doesn't count. On the second day, you didn't have breakfast in the morning, and I came back at night, and you didn't eat lunch or dinner. Today is the third day, so you have to rush to Bodo to get the goods?"

Osamu Dazai immediately understood the clues and logic.

That's right, he only saw Riri Yamabuki drinking water, but never saw her eat.

"It's not that I can't eat it." Riri Yamabuki thought about it in confusion, "But, I just haven't eaten it."

"Since I can remember, the laboratory has never provided me with food, only water and glucose."

Osamu Dazai tightened his knuckles as he held the girl's wrist, making a faint red mark.

His strength was nothing to Riri Yamabuki, and she didn't feel any pain.

It's just—"Why are you suddenly in a bad mood?"

Riri Yamabuki raised his hand and stroked Dazai Osamu's forehead hair, imitating the gesture of appeasing a cat to comfort him:

"Someone made you angry? I can take your commission and give you [-]% off, how about it?"

"...Are you only giving a [-]% discount even though you're in a relationship? Li-chan is so stingy."

Osamu Dazai exhaled lightly, let go of his hand, and changed his tone in a relaxed tone:

"I haven't seen words related to 'laboratory' in Lilijiang's files. I'm super curious. Tell me."

"It's not a very special thing."

As Osamu Dazai expected, Riri Yamabuki doesn't take his weird past very seriously.

Those cruel, unbearable, and inhuman memories are just ordinary daily life in her eyes, but it just makes her brain circuits and values ​​far from ordinary people.

"You know that my supernatural ability is to obtain the ultimate physical fitness through cell strengthening. This is regarded by the doctor as a kind of evolution, the most perfect evolution."

"The specific method is to make me hurt and heal again and again."

To write down a few words lightly, how much suffering is indescribable.

"It's not hard." Riri Yamabuki said nonchalantly, "Because I was afraid that I would resist, so I was anesthetized at first, and then I basically didn't feel any pain after the pain gradually disappeared. It was not a particularly difficult process."

How can it be?

Osamu Dazai would die of pain just thinking about it.

"Don't look at me with sympathy." Riri Yamabuki warned unhappily, "It's not the same as the treatment of experimental subjects you saw in the movie. My surname is Yamabuki, why do you think the doctor gave me this surname?"

Yamabuki, Ditanghua—Osamu Dazai thought of it.

The flower language of Ditang flower is "noble".

That's right, because she is the most perfect experimental product, she is honorable in the eyes of that doctor.

Dazai Osamu Yamabuki Riri Yamabuki has never experienced the crazy things.

He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am good at table manners, including ballroom dancing, music appreciation and painting appreciation, and I was basically raised under the education of nobles except for the tasks."

Riri Yamabuki said: "It's just that the doctor thinks that food is unclean and will destroy the cells of evolution, so I am not allowed to eat it."

Where did that doctor come from? A fool whose head was kicked by a donkey!

He is sick!Does he not eat by himself?

Osamu Dazai vowed that he would never complain in his heart again, and the strange brain circuit of Yamabuki Riri made him puzzled. Compared with that hot chicken doctor, she was too normal.

keep status quo!Maintaining the status quo is victory!

"If he doesn't let you eat it, you really don't want to eat it?" Osamu Dazai said dissatisfiedly, "And he said he wants to experience the life of ordinary people? There is no ordinary person who is injected with glucose every day and has needle holes all over his arms."

Shanbuki Riri: "There is no needle eye, it will disappear in a while."

Don't rely on your own physique to support him.

Osamu Dazai felt that his patience and temper had improved by a whole level during the three days he spent with Riri Yamabuki.

He threw the bag with a hole in his hand into the trash can, and glanced sideways at the crab meat rice on the living room dining table: "Change from crab meat rice! Just take a taste and you will know what it is to live on glucose." Rubbish idea."

Riri Yamabuki did not respond to Osamu Dazai scolding the doctor for rubbish.

He really is trash.

"What about after that?" Osamu Dazai pulled her into the living room, turned his back to her and asked abruptly, "How is the doctor doing now?"

"Dead." Yamabuki Riri said frankly, "Maybe it became a vulture's dinner. It's very good, and the waste is used."

Osamu Dazai felt strangely better.

"What about the rest of the lab?"

"Another vulture's supper."

"Even vultures know that dinner is a change of appetite, only you have only eaten that stuff for so many years." Osamu Dazai couldn't help but diss her.

He talked more and more vigorously, Shanbuki Riri raised his eyebrows, and his usually cold voice was tinged with a smile.

"No, I had a good meal yesterday."

she said pointedly.

Pain, the wound began to phantom pain again.

"There's definitely something wrong with your sense of taste."

Osamu Dazai angrily opened the package of crab meat rice, gave half to Riri Yamabuki, and said confidently: "It's not good, I'll see you later."

Holding a white porcelain spoon, Riri Yamabuki tentatively scooped up a spoonful of crab meat-filled rice.

A restaurant that can be as picky as Osamu Dazai admires has its own special features.

The head chef is one of the top ten masters of Yuanyue Academy, a sacred place for cooks. Every grain of snow-white rice is wrapped with golden crab roe, and pink and white crab meat is torn into strips.

Side dishes include sweet and glutinous green peas, hot and sour lotus root and extremely delicious matsutake.

A bowl of rice is top-grade in terms of vision, taste, and smell, directly opening the door to a new world for Riri Yamabuki.

Osamu Dazai watched as she ate half a bowl of crab meat rice with her head buried in her mouth. After putting down the spoon, she wrote three words on her face: "I'm not full".

He knew it.

How can anyone not like crab meat rice?

Glucose is heresy!heresy!

Osamu Dazai pushed her the other half bowl of rice with crab meat that he hadn't touched.

Riri Yamabuki shook his head: "You didn't eat anything tonight."

A bottle of glucose a day is almost enough for her to survive starvation.

Riri Yamabuki didn't know much about the appetite of normal people until she met André Gide, and was instilled with a lot of common sense by the other party.

About three years ago, the leader of Mimc was André Gide.

Riri Yamabuki has just left the laboratory where he has lived for 15 years, wandering around the border of Russia like a ghost who does not know where he came from.

Andre Gide took in Riri Yamabuki, who was out of touch with normal people after leaving the laboratory, and let her integrate into the outside world little by little.

Riri Yamabuki took over the organization instead of André Gide, taking the meaning of their existence on his shoulders.

Andre can teach Shanbuki the common sense of law, but he can't change her inherent habits.

Excessive involvement in other people's lives is a red flag.

Neither of the two people sitting at the table received such a signal.

"You're not full, are you?" Osamu Dazai looked at Riri Yamabuki, and the heart that was looking at death began to stir again.

Endless life, endless death.

Since the pursuit of stimulation, then follow through to the end.

"I have a very good dish." Dazai Osamu said mysteriously, "Odasaku and Ango agreed to eat it, and even Mr. Mori came to cry and beg me after eating it."

Crying and begging him not to enter the kitchen, the gastric lavage equipment in the entire port Mafia has been overloaded and cannot withstand a second severe injury.

Riri Yamabuki looked at Osamu Dazai with interest.

Osamu Dazai, who was encouraged by her eyes, became even more excited!

"I'm going to do it now! You must finish the dishes I made with love!"

On the 250th day after being strictly prohibited from entering the kitchen by everyone in Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai lit the fire.

At that moment, the small flame seemed to set the world on fire.

"My masterpiece - Vitality Stewed Chicken!" Osamu Dazai opened the refrigerator coolly, and held up a hairless chicken that died with regret.

The hairless chicken stood upright in the palm of Osamu Dazai, the head of the chicken stared stiffly at the direction of Riri Yamabuki, and only two words were written in the round peas:

Quick - run -! ! !