I eloped with the leader Zai, who wanted to usurp the throne.

Dazai Osamu, are you crazy after all?

"Dazai Osamu, are you stupid? We were married a long time ago."

I slapped his hand away as he tried to take advantage of the situation and said with disdain.

The tone really deserves a beating, he gives the impression of a scum who deceived a pure and cute little girl, he is casual and lazy, without any awareness of being the leader of the port mafia.

The Dazai Osamu in front of him was stunned, and he tilted his head in confusion again and said "Huh?" Then he seemed to have heard something shocking and earth-shattering, and pointed at himself with wide eyes and trembling.

"I, I, we, got, married!!!"

The black-haired young man, who was accidentally hit by heavyweight information, showed a frightened expression as if he was hit by billions of wealth. He rarely showed the look of a rebellious child who was rewarded by the teacher and was at a loss. At the same time, he had a bit of hidden shyness and tried hard to organize words with his remaining language functions.

"Is that it, Brother-sama decided to accept me, or Caramel Girl, are you really going to give Majin-kun a hat?!!"

I looked at Dazai Osamu possessed by the ghost with an expressionless face. I felt no emotion at all and even wanted to get my hair done.

What nonsense is he talking about? He is becoming more and more immature. I really want to kick him into the sink to sober up.

I forced a soothing smile, calmed down, suppressed my anger and repeated word for word: "Think about it with your waterlogged head. If we were not married, why did you sleep in my bed last night?"

He answered immediately: "Isn't it because you, Caramel Girl, are a useless bronze player and you want your dad, a king, to take you to play games?"

I:"……"

Damn, this guy is impeccable!
Glancing silently around, the emotionally unstable Dazai Osamu seemed to realize something. His eyes moved slightly, and he calmed down quickly at a speed that ordinary people could never achieve. He took off his hands that were originally on my shoulders, and lightly put them into the pockets of his sand-colored windbreaker. There was a hint of subtle alienation in his slight smile, and he touched his chin and asked and answered himself.

"I see. This is the possibility among billions of impossibilities..." He looked at me deeply, a hint of complexity flashed across his face, and he smiled, seemingly genuine or fake. "Should I say it's stupidity or paranoia?"

I don't know what he was laughing at through the thin air. After a while, Dazai Osamu, no, it should be said that the black-haired young man in another parallel world became visibly depressed. He sighed deeply, and bit his handkerchief unwillingly to vent his dissatisfaction with a tone as if he had missed out on hundreds of millions.

"Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier. If it was Caramel's daughter, she would be here crying and pounding her fists in frustration. This girl has the wrong hairstyle and doesn't have that silly smile. She looks smart, has good taste in clothes, and an elegant temperament..." Hey, are you really not belittling your daughter?

"Moreover..." He stared at a certain part of my body with resentment, his eyes were like torches, and he muttered through gritted teeth, "That guy is so good, why is the difference between the kills and the kills so big! Is it too late to go back and stew the papaya now..."

I always feel that this Dazai Osamu...

What a good dog.

However, I got some incredible information.

The pink smoke appeared out of nowhere, and the original Dazai Osamu was treated to my bullets as soon as he came back. He immediately dodged it with his keen intuition. If he was a second slower, he would have died with a smile on his face.

"Madam, calm down!" Dazai Osamu, a physical weakness who knew he was in the wrong and was out of breath after running a few steps, raised his hands in front of me, weak, pitiful and helpless, like an ant provoking an elephant.

"of course can."

Nodding, I fired a few more shots, which grazed Dazai's cuffs, hair, and trouser legs that hit the ground. Another shot grazed the side of Dazai's face, leaving a red mark.

This is my greatest kindness.

Quickly replenishing the ammunition, I fired a few more shots at the edge of his body. Dazai Osamu had been forced into the depths of a nearby alley. His thin body was pressed against the wall, cold sweat hung from his forehead, and a few thin red streaks flowed down his fragile face like white porcelain, like a strawberry cake covered with jam.

I really want to crush the cake, flatten it, and then throw it into the trash can.

"Madam, I was wrong. Things are not what you think. The guy just now just had the same name and appearance as me." Dazai Osamu tried to stay alive and even told lies to deceive children.

"Really?" I fiddled with the gun indifferently, "Please don't worry, I don't mean to blame you."

"No, it's obvious that you're blaming me. You want to get rid of me right away!"

"No, no, I'm just thinking about how I'm going to explain this to God later."

"Are you asking me to think of my last words already? How cruel!"

In contrast to my gradually expanding ruthless smile, Dazai Osamu's face became paler and paler. I kicked him in the calf with an expressionless face. Dazai Osamu, whose physical skills were far inferior to mine, immediately groaned and half-knelt on the ground, covering his injured part and looking up at me innocently. The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his forehead again.

"Husband... Caramel Sauce, it's not good to put this dangerous thing against your husband's head." Dazai Osamu looked at me with lingering fear as I moved the gun away.

I threw away the deformed gun and sighed in disappointment: "You are too fragile. Any Vongola can defeat you. Apart from wisdom and beauty, you really have nothing."

"Your life has no meaning anyway, why don't I help you end this boring life?" I kicked the wall to his left hard, spider-like cracks spread from the center, and a small knife flickered in the ruins. I discussed with him in a tone of talking about how good the weather is today, "Tomorrow happens to be the day for the disposal of non-recyclable garbage, which is great."

I half-closed my eyes and said, "Let me give you salvation."

"Physical."

Taking a quick glance at the miserable situation beside him, Dazai Osamu said weakly: "I feel so humble in Caramel Sauce's heart."

What is this guy talking about? In my mind, he is almost as good as Dino's green-haired turtle.

I have been in the Vongola for decades, but I was actually betrayed by the black mud spirit. I was told that I could commit suicide to apologize after being handed over to the teacher. I thought it was just an abnormal game played by a mentally twisted leader, but who knew that this cheating guy was playing a stand-in game. Isn't this just being a stand-in for each other?
I use you as a substitute, but you use me as a substitute for someone else. Are you treating this as a buy one get the other one free sale?

It's unforgivable. My self-esteem won't allow me to be so humble. I might as well take the opportunity to kill him and erase his black history.

"Why are you sighing? You're just playing a trick on me, treating everyone as fools." "No!" Dazai Osamu, who was always calm, suddenly got excited. He held my hand without caring about the risk of having his throat cut. The black-haired young man knelt on one knee, and his beautiful eyes had a delicate and fragile sadness. "I only like Caramel Sauce now. Indeed, I was testing you at the beginning, but I am really serious about you now."

"I thought that as long as I walked alone at an invisible end, it would be enough. But people always have desires. Once they get something, they cannot accept the pain of losing it. I want to hug you forever. No, I am a carrier of death and despair who is totally unworthy of being a human being. I cannot expect the warmth that is readily available to the world, even for a second..."

With his eyes slightly closed, he seemed to be uneasy and anxious, with a panicked expression like a dying cat abandoned in the rain, licking his wounds alone, and met a curious passerby who passed by quietly holding an umbrella to keep out the rain. Perhaps the passerby did not mean it, but the cat was able to find a brief peace.

"Death can freeze everything we have achieved. Sorry, this is a very selfish thing to do, but I really don't have time..."

"..." This heavy feeling made me feel breathless, and my heart suddenly tightened. It was not because of pity for the person in front of me, but because of an extremely familiar and indescribable feeling.

What a similar scene. As someone who has lived to this day by stepping on the blood of my loved ones, I don't seem to have the right to refute him.

"Please look at me." He slowly straightened up, his sigh dissipating in the wind. He lowered his eyes, and his weak and fragile tone was like a piece of white paper floating in the wind, which would break at the slightest touch.

"Wait..." I have never seen Dazai Osamu with such a big emotional fluctuation. It's better to say that I am not good at dealing with anyone in this situation. That kind of insatiable black hole that is about to suck people away, his expression that unexpectedly looks very sincere, he was actually panicked for a moment, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground through the loosened fingers.

The person in front of me didn't give me any chance. He used one thin and slender hand to sew my fingers together. At the same time, with the other hand, he gently guided my hand and put it on his cheek. His eyes, which were so fragile that they seemed to be shattered at a single blow, were bottomless.

"As compensation, I will satisfy all your needs. You like the position of leader very much, right? Don't worry, it belongs to you and no one can take it away. I have arranged everything." A smile escaped from his throat, but his expression was like a passerby who walked mechanically among the crowd, out of tune in the gray world, as thin as a piece of paper.

"So please keep looking at me..."

Hearing such a humble request, I almost held my breath and even wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

No no no, you have been talking to yourself all the time. I don’t understand the philosophy of life you are saying at all. Why should I look at you? Shouldn’t I be threatening you now? Why do you look so shy when you confess to a girl you have had a crush on for many years? At least pay attention to the atmosphere!!!
What is this? Aren’t we in a cooperative relationship? Why are you biting your lip as if you are confessing your true feelings as if you are afraid of being let down?
Wait, why are you looking at me so seriously? Do I have to respond to your confession?

In less than a second, my instinct obeyed the first command from my brain, and my stiff body moved.

Then he kicked Dazai Osamu aside with a clean kick, made a 180-degree turn, and ran towards the exit without hesitation.

I ran away.

It was a very clean run.

And there was absolutely no looking back.

Let me make it clear that this is not a desperate escape, but a strategic retreat.

Really, really, really oh!!!
Running along the roadside with difficult steps, my only remaining sanity was to call Rambo who had caused the trouble, and lecture him severely for a long time, telling him to either go work in a gigolo parlor or get the hell back to Italy, but not in Yokohama, otherwise he would be in trouble when he returned.

"Well, Cecia, it's not my fault if the rocket launcher went wrong in the past ten years, you..."

Before Rambo could finish his explanation, I decisively hung up the phone, put my hands in my pockets and walked without caring about anyone, quickly walking down the road, trying to get rid of the mess in my head, and almost fell into a roadside pool when I turned the wrong way.

After that, my relationship with Dazai Osamu dropped to zero, and that guy even adopted a cold war strategy. Of course, this was my unilateral judgment. After my analysis, Dazai Osamu was 100% in a cold war with me.

He was either curled up in a ball with his hands on his knees in the desk hole in the office, growing mushrooms in resentment, or lying alone on the floor with a quilt in his arms like a victim of school violence. He dared not say a word when he slept, and a pair of eyes peeked out from above the quilt, looking at me innocently. When he found out that I was playing games with an expressionless face, he finally gave up and closed his eyes. Then, miraculously, he shrank into a caterpillar and rolled onto my bed in the middle of the night, scaring me half to death while I was practicing Taoism and playing games.

Even the thick-skinned Nakahara Chuuya noticed that something was wrong between us. He once pulled me aside and asked me tactfully what was wrong with Dazai Osamu recently. I told him frankly that Dazai Osamu was a gay and wanted to take advantage of his subordinates, and asked me to recommend someone.

The specific evidence is that one day I saw with my own eyes Dazai Osamu following a red-haired uncle with a scruffy beard. He looked hesitant to say something, just like a little girl who had a crush on someone she was not able to get over.

Of course, I was not following Dazai Osamu, I was just observing the target. I didn't care that my cheap husband was secretly following an uncle.

As I said that, I couldn't let go of Nakahara Nakaya, who also had orange-red hair.

Maybe it was because the dangerous look was too obvious, Nakahara Chuuya immediately let go of me and ran away, with an aura as if there was a flood or a beast behind him.

Turning around, I found that the little Dazai Osamu was huddled childishly at the corner where Nakahara Chuuya and I were talking, staring at Nakahara Chuuya's departing back. His white fingertips almost scratched through the wall, and he made a hissing sound like a venomous snake defending its territory.

It’s over. I really don’t understand Dazai Osamu, the high school girl who is in her sensitive period.

It's been a week since Dazai Osamu and I were in a cold war (I think so).

During this period, I kept praying that Dazai Osamu would be beaten to death by Nakahara Chuuya in a meeting. Unfortunately, it has not come true so far.

This zero-point relationship remained until yesterday.

Congratulations, since the in-depth communication between Dazai Osamu and I yesterday, our relationship has finally broken through zero and successfully dropped below zero.

I accidentally fell into the pool and caught a cold yesterday. Dazai Osamu felt guilty and took the medicine to poison me, and then the tragedy happened.

It is well known that I am an emotionless killer.

The cold that a strictly trained killer feels is different from that of ordinary people. When ordinary people catch a cold, they just lie in bed and sob alone, but a wolf killer like me will return to the beast instinct of human blood.

Direct demolition of the house——

In short, when Pan Jinlian and Dazai Osamu were holding the medicine to poison me, I was almost dead a second ago, so I just obeyed my instinct and grabbed the slippers under the bed with murderous intent...

He was panned——

(End of this chapter)