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

I have a lovely wife at home, but she is the cause of domestic violence.

This was probably the first thought of Dazai Osamu with clear shoe sole marks on his face. What was going on? He was just kindly feeding him medicine, so why did the person who was so pale and dying and looked so weak as if he had stayed up for three days and three nights suddenly come back to life and start beating people?

Dazai Osamu was confused and felt aggrieved, but he didn't say anything.

In comparison, I was like a big devil. I sat on the bed with my foot up, wearing only one slipper, looking down at my weak and cheap husband lying on the floor with a depressed face and speaking in a bad tone.

"What do you want to do?"

The cheap husband said weakly: "I'm feeding you medicine, madam..."

I was suspicious: "Feed me poison? You, you wicked woman, how dare you murder me!"

"No, it's just ordinary cold medicine." Dazai Osamu was afraid that if he said a word wrong, I would go crazy again, so he stood up helplessly, took the kettle by the bedside and made a new pot of medicine, and said in a gentle voice like coaxing a child, "Madam, the disease will not be cured if you don't take the medicine. Be good, and you will be fine after you drink the medicine and sweat."

I refused sternly: "No, as a Mo De emotional killer, I don't catch a cold, it's you who is sick."

Before Dazai could frown, I snatched the cup of cold medicine from his hand, clamped his fragile neck, and raised it to his mouth, intending to force the medicine into his mouth.

I spoke firmly, my hands moving non-stop, "Good boy, don't disobey the orders of adults, drink quickly."

"No, I'm not sick... Gurgle..."

With his head bent, Dazai Osamu resisted fiercely, but his strength was no different from an ant resisting an elephant. It was obviously a hopeless situation. He was pressed down on the bed by accident, kicking his legs wildly and throwing whatever he grabbed in his hands over.

"You have a bandage on your head and you say you're fine. I think your brain is damaged. Give me another bowl!"

"No, help, gululu..."

When the loyal Zhongyuan Chuya heard the noise and rushed into the leader's bedroom, what he saw was the dying leader with disheveled clothes and flushed face lying in the turbulent arms of the leader's wife, with unknown liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth. He looked at him with a pale face and trembling Erkang's hand for help.

"Chuuya, you've come just in time, hurry... gurgle..." Dazai Osamu's face turned red and he refused to obey with tears in his eyes. His coat had been taken off long ago, and his tie was hanging around his neck pitifully, about to fall off. He looked really terrible.

What? Come join us?

The leader's wife, who was drinking an unknown liquid, had a slightly tipsy face. She looked a little confused. She tilted her head slightly, and with one hand easily held down the leader's arms and legs who were kicking hard. One of her long legs locked between the young man's legs to clamp his movements. She held Dazai Osamu's arm and looked at Nakahara Chuuya who broke into the room with a puzzled look.

The thin silk pajamas were baggy, highlighting the perfect lines. Fortunately, they were still neat, but the postures of these two people were really bad.

"Do you want to join too?"

Nakahara Chuuya: “???”

Understood in seconds.

Nakahara Chuuya: “!!!”

Imagining that his leader was doing some unspeakable play with his wife and was inviting him to join, Nakahara Chuuya's mentality exploded. He quickly bowed and closed the door in one go, covering his severely injured single heart with lingering fear.

What? What are these two people doing? They are still brewing in broad daylight. Could that medicine be the legendary medicine? !
And the leader is actually the one below...

Nakahara Chuuya, who is thin-skinned and has no experience in love, paces at the door very uncomfortably. He also specifically asks his subordinates around him to stay away so as not to disrupt the life harmony of the leader and his wife.

Moved by his own thoughtful behavior, kind-hearted Yokohama citizen Nakahara Chuuya decided to do good deeds without leaving his name: "Ahem, at least we have to think about the next generation of leaders."

After saying that, he went to catch up on his knowledge.

The leader who was being tortured inside the room: "???"
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It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!!!
Because it is very important, I have to say it three times!!!
What could be more terrifying than waking up early in the morning to face a frail beauty who looks like she's been abused a hundred times?

He sat up in shock while dying of illness.

The person next to me was in disheveled clothes, with her furry seaweed hair buried deep in the pillow and sobbing. There were glaring purple bruises on her exposed snow-white skin, and her wrinkled coat was brutally and carelessly thrown on the ground. The messy scene seemed to remind me how cruelly I had treated a beauty.

There's something wrong with this scene. No, calm down, it's not necessarily like that.

After calming down, I ruthlessly pulled up the depressed person. The bright mark on his face was too obvious. Could it be that I really slept with Dazai Osamu?

I try to face life calmly: "How do you feel?"

Dazai Osamu covered his stomach, tears in his eyes as he silently complained, groaning, with an unbearable embarrassment on his face, "The caramel sauce was so rough, I really thought I was going to die. Um... I drank a little too much yesterday, my stomach feels so uncomfortable, I can go to the bathroom first..."

Okay, shut up!

I quickly pushed Dazai Osamu back into the pillow, looked at the ceiling, and smoked a cigarette to calm down.

The first reaction in my mind was not to comfort the sobbing beauty, but to think that the chances of escaping by jumping out the window were high, or it would be more realistic to just take out a stack of checks and throw them in his face.

It's impossible to take responsibility, not in this lifetime!

Wait…we’re married, isn’t it natural for me to sleep with him? Why should I be responsible?
Suddenly, something dawned on me. I slapped Dazai Osamu on the head and finally figured it out.

I felt relieved and free, so I lifted the quilt, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. I held a cigarette candy in my mouth and blew out Schrodinger's smoke rings. I reluctantly gave a thumbs up to Dazai Osamu who was about to get up with a bitter look on his face, trying to protect his poor self-esteem in a friendly manner.

"Don't worry, you performed great yesterday, baby!" I lowered my voice, sat on the bed and turned my head to look at Dazai Osamu, who was out of his body, "Do you want to do it again?"

Dazai Osamu who doubts his life: "!!!"

Dazai Osamu was so frightened that he quickly picked up his clothes and ran into the bathroom, locking the door with a click. I even heard the sound of him moving the washing machine inside to block the door. It seems that I was really rude yesterday.

Oh, I am so sinful.

I tidied myself and walked out of the room. Along the way, unexpectedly enthusiastic subordinates came to me with various gifts. After a while, I met Nakahara Chuuya who was on patrol. He was unexpectedly evasive and looked behind me strangely. A look of sudden realization flashed across his face, and there was a bit more pity.

"This is for the leader. Don't put too much at once." Nakahara Chuuya looked around and saw that there was no one around. He stuffed a bag of wolfberries into his pocket with the speed of a hand that had been single for many years, and spoke earnestly.

"Oh."

"The leader's physical skills are only average to begin with, so don't torture him too much. Ahem, although I'm not interested in the weird things you guys are playing!"

"Oh."

"I just bought this according to the leader's model...you guys take your time with it..."

"Oh."

Nakahara Chuuya, who was like an old woman, kept nagging a lot. His familiarity made me wonder if there was something going on between him and Dazai Osamu. Why did he know the size of Dazai Osamu's face? It was not normal. There must be a conspiracy.

Holding a pile of gifts with half belief and half doubt, I remembered that Dazai Osamu followed a red-haired uncle a few days ago. Could it be that the guy was bisexual, or was he deliberately using me as a shield?

Holding a telescope, I once again embarked on the path of an intelligence agent, hiding behind a telephone pole and following Dazai Osamu as he sneaked into a bar, and my doubts deepened.

I walked into the bar as if nothing had happened and ordered a glass of whiskey. I stirred the drink absentmindedly and glanced at the red-haired man next to Dazai Osamu. I became more and more certain that Dazai Osamu must be a gay.

Ju, she actually smiled so gently, with eyes as if she saw an old lover, there must be something wrong!

The distance is too close! Do you want to touch my hand?
Ahhhh! I can’t watch this anymore!

My pupils were imprinted with the scene in front of me, a green light appeared above my head, my brain short-circuited, and I ran out the door, not wanting to see what was happening next.

Dazai Osamu looks well-dressed and respectable, but I didn't expect that he likes a mature and steady red-haired uncle!
No taste! Mature and stable black hair is the best! At worst, it's silver hair!
In my heart, I despised Dazai Osamu's vision. I left the bar indignantly, kicking the stones on the road. For no apparent reason, I felt a surge of anger in my lungs. This must be because I was angry about Dazai Osamu's lack of vision. When Dazai Osamu dies, I will go to a nightclub and find a bunch of gigolos!

I felt a surge of anger in my chest. When I got home that night, the more I looked at Dazai Osamu, the more upset I felt. But I couldn't say anything to him because of the agreement. We were a contract couple anyway. Wouldn't I be like a fool if I jumped into Dazai Osamu's trap?

As an excellent killer, there are only pure monetary transactions between me and Dazai Osamu, and absolutely no dirty emotional transactions!

I care about him a little bit because Dazai Osamu is the source of my money and power. What if he runs away with another man behind my back, I will lose both my money and my life. Yes, that's right, that's it.

Dazai Osamu, who was inexplicably subjected to the death ray, said: "…Um, ma'am, you have been staring at me for two hours."

I said indifferently: "Shut up and work honestly. Don't you know that black hair at work is the best in the world?"

Dazai Osamu felt wronged: "But I have finished my work."

I said confidently: "Then do it for tomorrow!"

"Madam, have you forgotten that your lovely Ah Zhi will jump off the building and commit suicide tomorrow? Tomorrow's work will be yours!"

After a few complaints, Dazai Osamu stretched lazily after finishing all the work, and his pupils turned slightly to observe my reaction, like a cat who has finished a prank and is quietly waiting for his owner to react in the dark.

Dazai Osamu propped up his chin and looked at me with amusement: "Could it be that, Madam, you are reluctant to let go?"

I said honestly: "To be honest, I can't bear to part with your vocal cords. You're going to die tomorrow anyway, so why not cut them off now?"

Dazai Osamu was suspiciously silent. He climbed onto the bed without saying a word, turned off the lights, covered himself with the quilt and prepared to fall asleep.

Anyway, he will be able to fall into eternal sleep tomorrow night.

Under the dim moonlight, I was still sitting in my original office chair, staring at him, lowering my eyes in the darkness and speaking softly as if inadvertently.

"Dazai, are you looking forward to dying?"

There was no answer from the other party, and after a few seconds there was a slight noise.

"Madam, do you understand me? I'm so happy!" Someone who had fallen asleep sat up excitedly, "We've agreed that even if I die tomorrow, you can't remarry. We must be loyal to each other. We must go to Azhi's tombstone and say sweet words to him ten thousand times every year. You must be buried with me after you die, and..."

I:"……"

"You are a remnant of feudal society!!!"
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Hong Kong. Black Building——

As expected, Dazai Osamu was actually calculating at the last moment. Whether it was himself or his wife, facing the cold wind of the night, Dazai Osamu, who was about to embrace death, showed a sincere smile and made a hugging gesture to hug the intangible air.

Everything was completed as planned, but there is still one last thing to do. Soon I will be able to leave this decadent and oxidized world with satisfaction and everything I have.

Then, my little selfishness can be forgiven.

Even if I die, I want to leave a tiny mark in her heart.

His feet paused slightly, and there was a bottomless abyss under his feet, but Dazai Osamu was completely unaware of it. Thinking of every detail of the past few days, there was an almost imperceptible entanglement in his eyes, like a young child who had lost his way. He struggled in his heart for a long time, and moved the corners of his lips to prepare to say his last words.

Facing the cold wind at night, Dazai Osamu took a deep breath and spoke with a tremor in his voice: "I'm sorry, I'm an extremely timid man, a coward who will get hurt even if I touch cotton. But I'm really serious about Caramel Sauce. The position of leader is given to you. I have taken care of the follow-up. As long as Chuuya is here, you will definitely sit on the position of leader safely without any worries... I really..."

There was silence for a long time on the other end of the call, and it was unclear whether he listened or not. The thin black-haired man finally relaxed his eyes and closed his eyes contentedly.

Soon, I will...

"Miss! Someone is looking for you here!!!"

The cheerful and lively male voice coming from the other end of the phone successfully froze the smile on Dazai Osamu's lips, and he almost slipped.

"He said something strange and asked questions - do you want to answer it, Miss?"

This is not the worst. Another gentle voice with a smile said, "Miss, do you need another bottle of vodka?"

It was even worse. A gentle voice interrupted in a panic, "Miss, please don't do this. Ah, I really didn't do this. Where is it..."

The air fell into an eerie silence.

The leader, whose color faded on the spot, froze.

The lady who was suspected to be visiting a nightclub to look for a gigolo spoke up: "Hey? Is that you, Atsushi-kun? Wait a moment, I will inherit the position of leader when I return."

Nakajima Atsushi, who was called, was almost scared to death. He looked at the leader whose expression he couldn't see clearly in horror and helplessness, and in his heart he frantically called out to his wife over and over again.

Madam, please wake up. The leader has lost his smile.

Before he could say anything, Dazai Osamu, emitting an ominous dark aura, appeared behind Nakajima Atsushi at the speed of light and snatched the thing away.

The leader, clutching his phone tightly and almost half buried in the ground, smiled kindly: "Dear lady, do you want to put on my hat?"

Dazai Osamu's transformation to the dark side successfully caused the remaining people to retreat in unison to the rooftop door in order to survive. They rushed to close the door and run away, leaving behind the leader who was unpredictable and afraid of destroying the world.

"Fuck! Are you fucking dead?"

"He almost died. I am so disappointed Madam."

After a long silence, the other side laughed in anger: "If you want to die, wouldn't it be better to die quickly? I see that you don't have any desire to live, jump down quickly!"

“Hey, are you still feeling wronged? Dazai Osamu, do you think I’m stupid? Look at that uncle across from Butei, he’s been fighting with Chuuya more often than I have. It’s unjust that a scum like you who cheated on marriage shouldn’t be put to death!”

The leader was flustered: "No, I really care about you!"

The person on the other side almost laughed out loud, as if mocking his weak rebuttal.

"Oh, then go and die. Jump. Why, you don't dare? Don't worry, after you jump, I will go to your grave with my children and wife to dance next year. When you die, I will also order a tombstone in Italy. I will also accept your innocent and lovely subordinate. I will treat him well. You can rest assured and die alone in the coffin."

"Okay, bye, I'm going to check into a room with three Russian beauties, go to hell!"

Dazai Osamu felt aggrieved after the call was hung up. According to the routine he had carefully designed these days, if nothing else, his wife must care about him one hundred percent. Those little vixens actually took advantage of the situation and swooped in. They were as shameless as the little foxes in other parallel worlds.

A shameless vixen who sends a green hat to someone from afar.

The leader, who could almost visualize a big drama, looked increasingly gloomy, his brain, which had handled countless confidential documents with high precision in the past, now fell apart due to the irresistible panic.

How to keep a wife who was driven away by a non-existent cheating partner. Waiting online, very urgent.

Life is not easy, the leader sighed.

Taking out the walkie-talkie and locator, this wise and almost demonic leader's bottomless pupils were the source of all the coldness. The coldness surrounded the small space and he gave orders.

"Everyone, mobilize! My wife has been kidnapped by human traffickers from Siberia. Go to xxx now to rescue her."

"Chuuya, prepare the helicopter and go find the lady who has been bewitched and deceived by the sinister and mean green tea man."

(End of this chapter)