But what did Dazai do wrong?

The small golden-red fish wagged its tail in the swollen water bag and spit out a transparent bubble.

The bubbles rose upwards, and the smile on the girl's lips and the boy's stared eyes were intertwined and imprinted in the bubbles, "pop!" and shattered under the dim night.

Osamu Dazai raised his wrist while walking, and couldn't help staring at the goldfish flicking its tail in the water.

He poked the water bag, and the goldfish flicked its tail in surprise and hid at the other end.

Flavor-rich snacks occupy half of the street in the night market, and the other is full of all kinds of cute accessories.

Riri Yamabuki picked up a gold-plated fox mask with crimson lines from the mask selling booth, shook it on his face, and asked him, "Does it look good?"

The fox has both cunning and flirtatious qualities, but her cool and cool aura firmly suppresses the overly gaudy vulgarity, blending into a particularly special temperament.

To attract people to approach, but to keep away.

Osamu Dazai wanted to get her the evil ghost mask with blue eyes and fangs beside him.

If he covers it up, will the eyes of those who make him unhappy be less?

Although it doesn't help to just cover the face...

"Speaking of which, does Riri-chan know the real purpose of the mask?" Osamu Dazai changed the subject.

"Unmarried men and women who are in love will wear masks on the day of the temple fair, and the couple who find their lover before the flower street parade completes a cycle will be regarded as a lover blessed by the gods."

There are countless loves in the world, and they always have to go through some twists and turns to achieve happiness.

"If you can't recognize your lover with a mask on, such a couple should really break up."

Riri Yamabuki put the fox mask in front of her face, covering half of her face. She waved to Osamu Dazai: "I also know a purpose of the mask."

"What?" He leaned over and asked casually, "Is it a curse-like legend?"

The fox masks covered the brows and eyes of the people standing side by side on the street, only the graceful chins were exposed, and they could be vaguely seen crowded behind the small masks.

Riri Yamabuki suddenly tilted his head and touched the corner of Dazai Osamu's lips with the help of a hidden shadow covered by the mask.

The cold and soft lips were separated as soon as they were touched, like an illusion in a fantasy.

She removed the mask and the shadow that covered it, and said naturally as if nothing had happened: "Here, is it easy to use?"

This was not a real kiss, and the cold touch remaining on the corner of Dazai Osamu's lips clearly told him: no.

A certain person not only molested him on a whim without any charming atmosphere, but also intentionally kissed him crookedly, stuck on the edge of the moral bottom line, and made Osamu Dazai suffer a dumb loss.

Good or bad, why didn't I see that she was so bad before?

Looking at the cold and calm appearance, his stomach is full of bad snacks.

What kind of skill is bullying his kitten!

"There are fireworks at twelve o'clock." Dazai Osamu was aggrieved on the other side, and Yamabuki Riri's attention was attracted by the chats of passers-by. She suggested, "Let's go back after watching the fireworks?"

The topic crossed to the other end, Riri Yamabuki didn't take that kiss to heart, even teasing cats is not as perfunctory as her!

Excessive!

"Lulli sauce, have you forgotten? We are going out today in the name of work."

Osamu Dazai shook his phone: "Gin is in a hurry to send the co-leader to Yokohama. I can already foresee the miserable future when Mr. Mori calls me in the middle of the night and asks me to work overtime."

"Why is he in such a hurry?" Riri Yamabuki glanced, "Anyway, you'll be working overtime when you go back, why don't you go back after watching the fireworks."

Gin is eager because the combination of Dazai Osamu and Yamabuki Riri's combo is too lethal to him, and he is eager to send the God of Plague.

Riri Yamabuki was not in a hurry because Mori Ogai couldn't afford her horrible overtime pay, and he wouldn't pull her to work overtime for no reason.

What does it matter to her if her boyfriend works overtime all night?

Yamabuki Riri's words were automatically converted in Dazai Osamu's ears: "Do you want a job or me?"

Choose to work and die.

Osamu Dazai was very sure.

"How can work be more important than dating?" He said righteously, "My time today is all my sister's, and the most important thing is that my sister is happy."

He likes to call her elder sister when he has a guilty conscience, even when he is trying to save his own life. He is very purposeful and is a standard utilitarian kitten.

"Good boy." Riri Yamabuki didn't have to embarrass his boyfriend, comforting him, "Don't be too pessimistic, you don't have to work overtime today."

"If Gin wasn't in such a hurry, I wouldn't have to work overtime today." Osamu Dazai regretted that he threatened Gin too much in the past, forcing his work efficiency to increase gradually.

Not necessarily, there is another way.

Osamu Dazai's overtime content is to receive the members of the black organization seeking cooperation on behalf of the port Mafia.

If the "content" is gone, is there still a need to add this class?

Under the night, on the top of the high-rise city where the stars are hidden, the person behind the scope is half kneeling on the ground, holding the trigger firmly with his hand in combat gloves.

A black car drove across the bridge and merged into the busy traffic of the street, like a drop of water flowing into a river, without a trace.

Ogier Brandy lowered the brim of his hat and sat silently in the back seat of the car. The special window allowed him to see the outside clearly, but the inside of the car was pitch black from the outside.

"Very well." He nodded slightly, "Hurry up, when I enter Yokohama, Mafia at the port will escort me all the way to an absolutely safe place."

He felt that the mission was a sure thing.

The only organization that has an incentive to prevent the Black Organization from cooperating with the port of Mafia is Mimic as far away as Europe.

But this is Japan!This is Tokyo!The distance from their territory is infinite!

"I don't believe that Mimic's contacts can know the news of the cooperation between the two organizations in advance. Even if they can, they will definitely not be able to arrange an interception within half a day after the cooperation is negotiated." Ogier Brandy said firmly.

The vehicle was driving smoothly on the road, and as time passed, the certainty in his heart became more and more serious, and he even thought about complaining that the order for gin was given too quickly and too quickly, and he was not considerate at all.

"Today is the last day of the fireworks festival. It's a pity." Ogier Brandy calmly resisted the urge to open the car window to watch the fireworks. The mechanical watch on his wrist reminded him that it was only ten seconds before twelve o'clock.

"In order to make up for the regret, let me count down for them." The tall, thin and gloomy man smiled, with a rare playfulness, he clenched his right fist and held the dial in front of his eyes.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

The sniper/shooter on the rooftop slowly closed his eyes, and the eyes he opened the next moment were astonishingly bright.

He placed the phone on the ground and adjusted the brightness to the lowest level to display the time accurate to the second. His dry lips muttered silently:

"Six, five, four..."

Riri Yamabuki stood at the position with the best view in the night market, she tugged Osamu Dazai's sleeve slightly, their hands touched each other, their little fingers were hooked and shook slightly.

The eyes of the black-haired girl looking at the night sky were stained with anticipation, and she counted along with the crowd:

"Three, two, one."

"boom!"

The fireworks are in full bloom!

Red, blue, yellow and colorful firework exploded in the night, large and small heart-shaped and petal-shaped fireworks fell all over the sky, beams of fire rushed to the sky, quickly bloomed and quickly closed, as if they were going to be lively. Disturb the moon behind the clouds and hide from people.

Half of Tokyo heard the sound of fireworks exploding. People working in high-rise buildings had their slack and sore shoulders sticking out their heads through ventilation windows. Mothers with children in residential buildings smiled and picked up their children and pointed to the sky. Walking on the streets The couple stopped and raised their heads, their eyes were like glass under the reflection of the fireworks.

Riri Yamabuki's eyes were filled with a slight sense of novelty, and she spread her palms, as if to catch the falling sparks from the sky.

In the pocket of the moon-white bathrobe, the phone screen turned on and off silently.

On the lonely message board, a brief greeting from an unfamiliar number:

[Fireworks have bloomed, I wish you a happy viewing of the flowers. 】

The black car was still driving on the street, and the movement of the fireworks attracted the driver's attention.

While paying attention to the road conditions, he was distracted watching the fireworks. He didn't look away reluctantly until the grand ceremony was over and the violent noises in his ears gradually subsided.

It was so powerful that the sound of the fireworks overshadowed the impatient horns at the intersection, and he couldn't hear anything except the bang bang bang.

"It's a lot of fun, isn't it, Ogier Brandy-sama?"

No one responded to him.

The driver is used to the gloomy painting style of the top management of the organization, and he still chatted with him with a smile: "I don't know if there is such a lively scene in Yokohama..."

He casually glanced at the rearview mirror, and the man in the rearview mirror lowered his head quietly, as if falling into a deep sleep.

The cold wind poured into the broken window glass, blowing Ogier Brandy's forehead hair, exposing the hideous blood hole on the temple.