My name is Dazai

"Really, whoever elopes will bring so many people." Dazai complained, "there is no room for a car."

"Dazai has already made arrangements, right?" Odasaku let the children into the car, and didn't pay too much attention to Dazai's complaints.

"Let's go separately." Dazai stuffed a note into Odasaku, "Follow the above, we will gather at this location."

Dazai looked at the dazed curry shop owner: "Uncle, I said you can drive?"

"...Really, if I didn't know Xiaoori is a reliable person, how could I have left." The curry shop owner looked at Dazai and sighed, "Of course I would."

Why did things develop like this? Odasaku is a man who is easy to trust, so the owner of the curry shop still believes what he says.

"Great, it's just you." Dazai clapped his hands, "Tangun doesn't know how to drive."

"What about you?" the boss asked.

"It's better not to let Dazai drive, it will feel like ascending to heaven." Odasaku rolled down the window to stop the curry shop owner from thinking.

"Then I won't ask about the specific situation." The owner of the curry shop wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Oda used the word "ascend to heaven", so it must be literally ascended to heaven.

"Tangun, how did you get the wound on your hand?" Sitting in the car, Dazai leaned against Tangun, looking at him carefully from time to time.

...is Tangun who belongs only to him.

Dazai felt like he couldn't get enough of it.

At this moment, Dazai's hand touched Tangun's right hand.Because of his long-term hospitalization, his fingers were pale and slender, and the scars on them were very obvious.

Tangun looked at his right hand, then frowned.

He has a bit of post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD, about what happened, so he has some memory loss.

Just remember as if he was scratched.

"It must have been done by someone who hates me." Tangun didn't want to dig deep into his memory.

If you can't remember, that seems like a good thing to do.

Nine times out of ten, lost memories are traumatic.

Dazai looked at Tangun leaning on the back of the chair. This person whose appearance was between a boy and a young man had pure and soft white hair, like falling snowflakes.

He couldn't help but reached out and pinched a strand of his hair: "Tangun, wait until the next time you stay and trim your hair a little bit."

Tangun turned his head to look at him, his eyes were a little bit dull, like the deep sea, he nodded when he heard what Dazai said, "Okay."

He agreed very simply.

The Ability Secret Service Division received a message.

Although the Supernatural Secret Service is not open to the outside world and maintains its mystery, this does not mean that they have no way to get information when they are looking for the Supernatural Secret Service from the outside world.

It's just whether you want to deal with it or not.

Although the missing psychic this time cannot be regarded as a strong A-level psychic, he can still be regarded as a powerful psychic.

And it's mind control.

Although there are many restrictions, this does not mean that the restrictions are too big.

If he appears on the subway, on the tram, or on the plane, these are closed places with a lot of traffic.

The hallucinations created will definitely cause a lot of death just by closing the door.

"Miss Tan, do you know the result of concealing this kind of thing?" The Supernatural Secret Service Division was also very dissatisfied with the Tan family.

The voice on the other side of the phone is still a girl, but with a bit of coldness: "Of course I know, but I also know that if my brother falls into your hands, he will definitely not be free. I will never hand him over until the end. Yours. Even if you know that his ability will only take effect in a closed space, you will not let him move outside, even under surveillance."

The girl touched the scratch on her forehead.

"Isn't this sentence a bit ridiculous?" The staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division laughed angrily, "According to our investigation, Ms. Tan hasn't seen her brother for many years, right? She probably doesn't care that much, right? Brother Ling If the ability is controlled properly, it is definitely a sharp blade."

The girl's hand paused slightly.

She is afraid to see.

Without her, my brother's mental state would definitely not be so high.

If she hadn't visited him without authorization, then inadvertently created a confined space and triggered the ability, his mental state would definitely not be so bad.

That kind of illusion is definitely not something ordinary people can resist.

At the time, she was only 13 years old and almost gouged out her own eyes.

If her brother hadn't covered her eyes, she would be blind now.

Even so, she had scratches on her own forehead and the back of her brother's hand.

She couldn't tell if she didn't dare to see her brother because she felt guilty that she scratched him severely, or because she was afraid of her brother's extremely terrifying abilities, or... because of the "monster" she called out when she broke down emotionally. The older brother who showed an unbelievable expression.After calming down, she couldn't figure out why she yelled that sentence in the first place.

She dared not go see him.

Even if she thinks of those eyes in her dream every night, and says sorry over and over again, she doesn't dare, and she can't even muster up the courage to make a phone call, so she can only hold the phone and rehearse in her heart. Nothing to say.

The mother eloped with others very early, and the father was away for many years and was not very responsible, so that she was responsible for all the elder brother's affairs.

"...This is, my own problem." She gritted her teeth and said, not wanting to share her pain with outsiders.

Ango Sakaguchi, an undercover man in the port mafia, received a mission from the Supernatural Secret Service.

Find someone.

The man was caught on camera before leaving.

This person was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, but the clothes seemed too loose.Under the surveillance, he slowly raised his eyes, and those eyes that lacked energy stared at the surveillance for half a second, as if he had expected and planned that he would be photographed.

The white-haired boy didn't stop, and the figure who left was like a Piao.

Ango Sakaguchi frowned, then flipped through the rest of the mission description.

"...and was taken away by a man who wrapped his right eye with a bandage and a lot of bandages on his body (highly suspected of being the cadre Dazai Osamu)..."

Ango: "..."

What's going on? He suddenly felt a headache. This matter should be settled. Can the person who was taken away by Dazai be taken back by the Supernatural Secret Service?

However, this did not prevent him from attacking from the side.

On the same day, Ango went to Lupin to see if he could get some information from Dazai.

He believed that with the tacit understanding and friendship between them, Dazai would definitely know that he would have something to ask.

Ango sat until the bar closed.

He still believes in his friendship.

He drank tomato juice silently, thinking about his identity as a triple agent, and still felt that he had failed Dazai and Odasaku's trust.

He drank one cup after another, went to the toilet six or seven times, and yet...

Neither Dazai nor Odasaku appeared.

...What about the friendship you said? !

The cold wind was bleak, and the eyes of the social animals who were uncommonly skipping shifts were straight.

tacit understanding?

What about friendship?

It was all eaten by that guy Dazai Osamu!

Anwu felt that he was the one whose trust was betrayed, right?

"Hahahahahahaha!" Dazai suddenly laughed.

Tangun opened his eyes and looked at Dazai.

It is early morning, and the location is in a safe house of Dazai.

He and Dazai slept next to each other in a cubicle.

Neither he nor Dazai could sleep.

It was purely because he had taken too much sleeping medicine before, and it was difficult to fall asleep without the medicine, and it was of no use to him if the dosage was light.

"Dazai?" Tangun lay on his side and looked at Dazai.

His hair was cut slightly short to a length of five centimeters.

He stroked his slightly longer hair on the right side, and fell silent again.

"I'll show you." Dazai put his arms around Tangun and pushed the computer in his direction.

On the computer screen, a young man with a sense of socialism was messing around in the wind outside the bar.

"Huh?" Tangun thought slowly.

What's so funny.

"I still want to see Mr. Mori break down." Dazai hugged Tangun tightly, "Oh, anyway, it's really great to be able to elope with Tangun."