My name is Dazai

Zai Miao turned around and landed on the railing on the second floor.

Tangun watched Ango die at Zaimow's claws.

"Mr. Ango, you died so tragically!" Black Time Prime Minister Tangun expressed his condolences one step at a time.

Tangun had question marks all over his face.

"Does Tangun feel less sad?" Hei Shijae turned his head and asked Tangun.

Tangun: "...you are such a clever little ghost."

He started to laugh a little.

"Hey." Hei Shizai hit his head with his fist.

"Dazai, what is that in your hand?" Tangun seemed to see what the writer Zai was holding, "It's a new manuscript written by Ango, is Tangun interested?"

The writer Zai bypassed the bad cat Zaimiao who seemed to be trying to scratch someone, went downstairs and handed it to Tangun: "Do you want to see Tangun?"

"Hey, can I?" Tangun took the manuscript.

"Look." The writer Zai said in a tone that seemed to be muttering or complaining, "This guy just said that he wants us prototypes to take a look."

Tangun took the manuscript with trembling hands, wanting to see what that bastard, Ango, had written.

The protagonist of the story is a professor, a professor hired by a wealthy family as a tutor.

As soon as he saw the word professor, Tangun felt connoted.Didn't he just get the title of professor?

There are three sisters in this family and a boy who has just grown up. They have similar looks, but different styles.

They were all attracted by the professor, including the boy.

Although the professor has reached middle age, but the beauty of his youth has not faded. At the same time, he has the maturity and reliability of an adult man. He has rich experience in love, even face to face?He restrained his aura towards the students, but his knowledge and experience were impressive.

The eldest sister is shy and shy. Although she is the oldest, she looks like a young girl in the family. She likes to write. Does the written words match her appearance?Sunshine's character is the complete opposite, a sad and sensitive woman.

The second sister is weak but the most stable. She usually wears a long black dress with a dark red shawl. The color is so heavy that she doesn't look like a young woman, but she has a beautiful appearance, but she is not overwhelmed by the color of the clothes.

The eldest son is lively and wears brighter clothes on weekdays. He likes to dress up on weekdays. He looks ignorant of the world, but occasionally reveals his cautiousness.

The dressing style of the youngest sister in the family is somewhat similar to that of the second sister. They both tend to be dark, and occasionally spit out a few naive and terrifying remarks, but in front of the professor?The front is lively and lovely.

This is a closed manor, outside the manor is a sea of ​​bright roses.

If this is not a private domain, there are probably people who are often intoxicated here.

The professor is ignorant of the love of these people, maybe not because he is ignorant, he is enjoying the feeling of being loved, he doesn't want to lose but he doesn't want to get it, so he simply pretends not to know.

Writer Ango wrote this point rather cryptically, but Tangun saw it, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Is this how Ango sees him...

Art processing, art processing...

A series of things happened in the manor, from the relatives of the family competing for the inheritance, gradually exposing the heir of the family - the eldest son's inadequacies, the one who really controls everything is often weak in the dark room like a rose under the moon Second sister.

After learning about this, the professor didn't seem very surprised.

He has already felt this.

But he knocked on the second sister's room, wanting to ask her what she wants to do next, and if there is anything he can do to help.

The second sister turned on the dim lamp in the dark room, her pretty face was a bit scary: "Aren't the professor afraid?"

"You are my student, nothing to be afraid of." The professor pinned the second sister's hair behind her ears, revealing her whiteness?lovely ears.

Ango didn't point out what happened next, but just wrote that the next morning, the professor came out of the room with crumpled clothes.

There were marks on his body that seemed to be forced or bound.

Tangun: "..."

Is it the style of the leader...

He almost tore up the manuscript in shame and indignation.

Ango Sakaguchi, I don't want to meet?child? !

Several other people seem to have discovered what happened last night.

The eldest sister has tears in her eyes, the eldest son's face?There was no expression, but Yaomei broke out on the spot and kissed the professor.

Next, the eldest son announced that his second sister was seriously ill and needed to rest in his room.

The professor knew that this meant house arrest, so he went to the eldest son, but the eldest son said he would go to him at night, so he released the second sister.

The professor, feeling uneasy and angry, went to find the eldest son at night, only to find that the eldest son was dead, and Yaomei was sobbing and looking at the professor—with blood all over her body.

The professor was terrified, but still helped Yaomei dispose of the body, and he buried the body in the sea of ​​roses.

Immediately after the death of the eldest sister, this sensitive woman felt the oppressive atmosphere at home and chose to drown herself in the bathtub.

Because Yaomei killed her brother, she took the professor's sleeping pills and committed suicide. When the professor found her, she was the only survivor.

Something is not right.The professor felt this sensitively.

Life experience told him that many things were wrong.

Because the eldest sister secretly asked him if he wanted to elope?She also asked him if there was any good place to elope. She was very scared, but she was not afraid when she was with the professor.

And Yaomei is definitely not the type who would feel guilty for killing her brother.She is young and indifferent, and has no guilt about killing her brother who hindered her love.

He also buried his elder sister and younger sister in the sea of ​​flowers.

He had to be buried in the garden, or to wait for the body to rot.As for why he wasn't buried in the temple... because he couldn't leave the manor anymore.

Because he was under house arrest, the servants in the manor had a fanatical admiration for someone.

The second sister came out of the room calmly and asked the professor, "It's just the two of us now, would you like to be with me?"

The professor refused to accept the terrible second sister, and pushed her away who was weak, but when he turned around, the second sister pierced her heart with a gun.

The second sister hugged the professor, lay down in the hole dug by the professor, dragged the elder sister and the younger sister aside, lay in the hole with the dead professor, and committed suicide by drinking a bomb.Before she died, she said: "The professor can only be with me."

The bodies of the two of them were buried by the servants of the manor, and finally swallowed by the sea of ​​roses.

Tangun felt as if he had been shot with arrows all over his body after reading this crazy metaphorical novella.

"In the end, I won." The leader Zai looked at the sexually transformed version of himself in the novel, and said proudly, "Well, Mr. Anwu, the writer, is quite discerning."

Hei Shizai looked at Miss Zhizi and sneered triumphantly.

Miss Zhizi was furious: "So I'm cannon fodder? Why! Is forbidden same-sex love bad? It's the most special and depraved in this novel! Doesn't that guy like depraved tunes? Degenerate to the end!"

"The eldest son is implying unspoken rules." Writer Zai thinks the proposal of "elope" is very conservative, and his principle is to run away if you can't beat it.

"Succeed anyway? Let me die! Killed by this kind of brat? How could it be possible that I would just be happy with Tangun next to his corpse, and let him die with regret!" Miss Zhizi was furious.

Tangun: "...I can't..."

Several Dazai had a violent quarrel over the CP issue.

Jae Meow let out an angry meow above Tangun's head.

Why didn't it play a part?The love that obviously crosses species is the most depraved!

Tangun shrank into the corner and let the writer Ango out: "Ango, you want me to help you contact the editor..."

"You bastard, quickly change the ending for me!" Miss Zhizi and Hei Shizai jumped in front of the writer Ango.

"Meow meow!" Zaimiao waved his paw angrily.

Before the writer Ango could speak, he was disqualified from the world with a horrified expression.

The two Dazai grabbed Tangun by the collar: "Quickly, release him for me, today we will show him what is meant by 'disqualification in the world'!"

Writer Zai happily brewed a cup of coffee: "Ah, depraved..."

The author has something to say: Small Theater——Miss Zhizi: Hehehe.

Hei Shizai: Hehehe.

Zai Meow: Meow Meow Meow.

Writer Ango: Don't come here! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Alice: Ah, the victim of disqualification in the world +1, congratulations, congratulations.

Chapter 138 "...Tan, it's all your fault." Writer Ango said to Tangun while sitting on the toilet.

Tangun leaned against the toilet door with his back: "...why?"

"If it wasn't for you not controlling Dazai, how could I have been disqualified from the world?" Writer Ango covered his face and let out a sob.

Tangun expressed his dissatisfaction with this guy who casually dumped the blame: "It is clear that something you wrote yourself has offended Dazai."

"Tangun, open the door quickly~" Miss Zhizi knocked on the door.

"Brother, I want to go to the toilet~" Hei Shizai made a long voice coquettishly.

Even though he knew that the group of Dazai were just tricking him into opening the door, Tangun still showed some hesitation on his face.

"Ahhh, don't let them in!" the writer Ango screamed.

"...That's why I'm holding the door." Tangun already knew Dazai's lockpicking technique, so he held the door himself and let the cats enter?Come.

Tangun looked at the writer Ango and coughed lightly twice: "Do you realize your mistake?"

Writer Ango looked up, he would not love Tangun even if he loved Dazai: "What's wrong with me?" "Do I look like that kind of scum?" Tangu protested.

"Probably not." Writer Ango said uncertainly.

Maybe Tangun wondered why he used such an uncertain tone, "Anyway, I'm just using you as a prototype, and I'm not really writing about you." Writer Ango said indifferently, "By the way, I heard that Chuya guy appeared." "Yes. You know." Tangun suddenly remembered that he hadn't told the other Dazai about it when he came back.

"The other Dazai are more neurotic than the other. When you and that Dazai went out on a date, they were watching the surveillance." Writer Ango's tone was not very good, "Do you have any arrangements?"

"Dazai said he didn't want to live with Chuya. Actually, I thought so too. Dazai and Chuya would inevitably fight if they lived together." Tangun also had a little headache about this matter.

"No, I'm not worried that Dazai and Chuya will fight." Ango looked at Tangun, "I'm worried that you will fight with that guy Kusano Shinpei. Chuya doesn't hurt to hit someone, and now he will be disqualified from the world, even if Even if you want to beat Dazai, there is no other way."

And Dazai and Chuya...

Ango sometimes wants to tell Tangun, you should just let the writer kill that guy.

Even if this guy knew that he would be beaten and scolded by the poet, he still couldn't help himself to find him.

I really owe a panic.

Otherwise, how did the poets get drunk and yell at the writers to kill him?

It’s not because the frequency of the writer Zai swaying in front of him is too high, “You two are really relentless in fighting.” Writer An Wu had a terrible headache, “It’s better to separate the two of you.”

The writer Zai and the poet also fight, it is not called a fight, it is called cat and cat scratching, but when Tangun and Kusano Shinhei fight, it is really a fight.

"This time it's Chuya... I heard that Chuya in this world is quite special, Tangun, you will be targeted like this." Writer Ango reminded.

"This kind of thing...it's useless for me to have a headache." Tangun felt that he was good at dealing with some problems in life. When it comes to such deep-seated matters, he has always been only a pawn.

"Then you have to think about it, anyway, it's your own problem." Writer Ango sighed, "Although I want to solve it for you, there are still some things that you need to decide for yourself. Senior Sakaguchi doesn't want to make choices for you .”

"Dazai will help, right?" Tangun said.

Writer An Wu was silent for a moment: "Tsk, what a firm-willed eater of soft rice."

"Isn't that counting?" Tangun felt that Ango just didn't think of him in a good way, "We must learn how to divide and cooperate, right? Dazai and the others are not good at life matters, so they leave things to me. And I am not good at this kind of high-level game, and it is most appropriate to leave things to them."

Writer An Wu nodded: "Well, it seems that you have indeed thought about it, and it would be good if you can completely hand over the matter to them."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L K K K L L I have become a useless person, senior?"

This guy is serious for no more than three seconds.

Tangun felt that this guy had no right to say that Dazai and the others were neurotic.

The writer Ango's neuroticism is recognized.

He silently watched writer Ango satisfy his drama addiction.

"But did that fellow Chuya find a job?" Writer Ango asked curiously after playing with himself for a while.

"Yes." Tangun nodded.

"Pfft." Writer Ango laughed, "Tangun, come to gamble?"

"What's the bet?" Tangun asked.

"How long will it take for the guy who bet on Chuya to be fired?" As a drinking buddy of the poet Chuya, the writer Ango sent out such a gambling invitation without any scruples.

Tangun pondered: "...At least I will get the first month's salary after working for one month." "I'll bet for three days." Writer Ango shortened the time to one-tenth of Tangun's time, "How about betting 1 yuan? "

"I don't have any money." Tangun didn't forget that he was still being taken care of by the leader.

The leader Zai doesn't mind his spending money, but he will definitely make use of it.

"It's okay, neither do I." Writer Ango said bluntly.

Tangun: "..."

So what's the point of this gamble? Are two poor people hurting each other?

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, someone reported a conflict... Well, let me explain the idea.

In fact, the content is based on the book written by author Ango about the bandit under the cherry blossom tree killing his wife.This time it was the wife who killed the professor.

Therefore, the rose garden corresponds to the cherry blossom trees. There are only private manors in the rose garden where no one can bury corpses.

Tangun is set to be a professor... because he really is a professor.There is a street in Spain called Professor Tan Yixiong Street, maybe the professor is an honorary title or a professional title, but I don’t know the specifics.

So to combine the conditions, it can only be said that big families hire professors as tutors.

The slaves are sisters... There is no way, a litter that looks so similar can't be justified if it is not a family.

And the leader Zai is the darkest, and if he can't get it, he will die in love together.

Sacrifice for love is in line with the Dazai tradition √ Also, was Ango persecuted in the last chapter?

It is clear that the magistrates were forced to change their sexuality, and Tangun's reputation suffered.

In fact, there are some references to Tan Yixiong's background in the article.

Like the chapter where the cat returns.

The divorce between the biological mother and the biological father actually happened (nine years old). This divorce seems to be a divorce with the nature of elopement, and the biological mother eloped with someone else.

And my father doesn't know what kind of job it is, anyway, he often changes places, which is the reason why Tan Yixiong "lacks homing instinct".

The body is like a father, and the heart is like a mother.

Then Tan Yixiong saw his mother again when he was in college in Tokyo.

I forgot to mention it before, so I just put it here.