My name is Dazai

Well, it's like being a writer at this point.

…Actually, to some extent, the writer Zai who likes to dress up and talk like a girl is also half a girl.

At most, it's the writer who doesn't buy cosmetics.

Sitting on a chair in the plaza, Miss Zhizi opened the lipstick she had just bought, hummed a song, took out the mirror, but put it on after a glance.

There was a long coat over her white skirt, and in the dressing room, she changed the bandages for herself again, and now she is a clean and crisp one.This skirt is a little longer than the previous one, so it looks like the whole leg is bandaged.

"Tangun~" Miss Zhizi put her hand on Tangun's knee, and stood up half supported.

Tangun's hair was all over his body: "Zhizi, what's the matter?"

It's not surprising that Dazai Ke's character is wrong.

Miss Zhizi shook the lipstick in her hand: "Let me put it on? Just one!"

"Pfft." The writer Zai couldn't hold back.

Tangun: "..."

He knew that it was no good for Dazai to act like a baby.

"Let me try it~" Miss Zhizi acted coquettishly without any other restrictions, her voice was soft, and the hand holding Tangun's arm was also tender.

Tangun: "Jizi, listen to me..."

Zhizi stretched his head to the side of Tangun's neck and rubbed it twice: "Please~" Tangun was rubbed by a girl abruptly. He is not someone who cannot accept intimate contact between men and women, but the person in front of him is Dazai. I couldn't help but feel weird.

But he never successfully refused anything that Dazai asked him for.

Tangun, who was forced to put on lipstick, looked hopeless in his eyes.

Is he too good-tempered? Miss Zhizi looked at her results with satisfaction, and laughed loudly listening to the Dazai in her head.

"Can I wipe it off?" Tangun said helplessly, the presence of the thing on his lips was too strong.

"Tangun is really impatient." Miss Zhizi sighed.

"...I really don't like this kind of feeling." Tangun said for himself.

"Okay, okay." Miss Zhizi sighed, then lowered her head.

Tangun's pupils shrank.

The softness on his lips was hard to ignore.

Miss Zhizi bit his lip lightly.Her appearance is pure and gentle, but her actions are completely bold and unrestrained.This strong contrast makes the heart beat fast.

Tangun didn't push away, nor did he want to.

Although he is not as exaggerated as Dazai, he is more or less coquettish in his bones.

He will not reject Dazai, nor will he reject a beautiful woman. When the identities of the two are combined into one, he has no reason to refuse.

Miss Zhizi felt her body lose control for a moment and was forced to leave Tangun's lips.

It was done by writers.

He knew himself and Tangun well, and he had no doubts that it wouldn't be strange if the two of them rolled together at night if they didn't stop them.

Writer Jae felt flustered.

My own integrity value is not higher than five, Tangun's integrity value is twenty, the average score is fifty, and the full score is one hundred.

How should I put it, Tangun's integrity is four times that of his, but it is still far below the passing line!Now that there is no responsibility to bind him, it is not surprising that he ran out to make troubles. If Dazai was not good enough to make troubles, and Tangun was cleaning up messes and writing manuscripts for him every day, he probably would have gone out to have a good time.

The author doesn't mind this kind of thing, after all, he himself is such a person, and he can even be called a scumbag.

But it was so weird to watch the other self and Tangun roll together!

"What are you panicking...Are you afraid that I will take away your friend?" Miss Zhizi said in a soft voice.

"I just don't want you to harm Tangun." Writer Jae deeply wondered if he did something wrong by sharing some of his memories.

Hei Shizai: "..."

The leader Zai said to Hei Shizai: "Hold it."

Don't rant.

Tucao will spit on himself.

Miss Zhizi sighed, took out the mirror, looked at her lips, then pursed her lips until they were completely even: "It's finished."

Tangun touched his lips, and there was still a strange feeling on them.

Miss Zhizi seemed to feel that she had not done enough, so she raised her voice and said with a full face of attachment: "Hey, Tangun, let's die for love!"

"You...bandage waste device!" A loud voice came from far and near, and everyone in the small square couldn't help but look over.

Tangun couldn't help looking at the bandage on Miss Zhizi's body, the bandage wasting device...ah, it's inexplicably appropriate.The money Dazai spent on bandages was almost equal to that of crabs.

The blond man with glasses roared angrily: "Isn't it enough for you to find a woman to die for love? Now you're starting to disguise yourself as a woman and find a man to die for love!"

"Let my rough hands strangle you to death, it's considered a martyrdom! Bastard Dazai!"

Chapter 24 Kunikida Doppo grabbed Miss Zhizi's hair: "Huh? I even bought a wig..."

He tugged a little harder.

"Hiss, it hurts." Miss Zhizi turned her head and looked up at Kunikida Doppo at a 45-degree angle. Her eye circles were red and filled with tears.

The voice is delicate and soft, and the sugar content exceeds the standard.

Tangun opened Kunikida's hand, because Zhizi was sitting on his lap and it was inconvenient for him to stand up, so he simply took Zhizi into his arms: "What do you want to do?" Tangun's seriousness is not lethal. He was so strong that even holding a kitchen knife, he could barely make the drunken Zhongye stop under the obstruction of others.

Who knew Tangun was guilty of saying this.

He seriously thought about which Dazai in the family caused the trouble.

In short, Miss Zhizi is innocent, she just showed up today.

Kunikida Doppo was stunned.

How should I put it, Miss Zhizi is sitting on Tangun's lap, which makes her height blurred, and she is wearing a coat again, so her figure is also blurred. As for the exposed legs and hands... Buteizai himself is that A slender person.

How did he recognize Dazai?

The curly hair on the street who is wrapped in bandages and will make martyrdom remarks.

Although the speech made by the death of love sounds like a girl, Dazai has never been a very "human" person, and it is not surprising that he can learn a false voice.

Bandages and martyrdom.

Isn't this Dazai!

But this time he seems to have really admitted his mistake. Dazai is probably not the only strange thing in this world.

He calmed down and looked at the woman in front of him.

Her hands and feet were much slender than Wu Zhenzai, and she looked like a young girl who had just grown up.

This is something that makeup can't do.

"I'm really sorry, I recognized the wrong person! I'm very sorry!" Kunikida Doppo, who is also an honest man, simply bowed and apologized. Under Miss Zhizi's gaze, he couldn't help asking, "Do you have a brother?" ?”

Probably the only way to explain why the two have such a high degree of similarity.

"Brother?" Miss Zhizi put her arms around Tangun's neck pitifully, "There is no such creature."

"Is that so?" Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, took out a few meal coupons from his pocket, "This is compensation, I really bother you."

Miss Zhizi took the meal coupon: "Okay, I forgive you."

When Kunikida was about to leave, Ms. Zhizi added: "Also, I don't want to be strangled to death by your rough hands. My love partner is a man who can give me maternal love."

Kunikida and Tangun: "..."

I really want to rant.

After walking away, Kunikida looked back at the two people.

Although the armed detective agency is the kind of armed detective with one detective and all armed detectives, it is a detective agency after all, and Kunikida has accumulated a lot of sensitivity to incidents.

How would you describe "a creature like my brother"?

Also, what is the relationship between that woman and Dazai?

There are very few strange things that can wrap the bandages all over the body like Dazai without being loose or too tight, and that haven't affected the movement.

Kunikida still kept in mind that the meal coupons were for the whirlpool cafe downstairs, if they went, Kunikida would know soon.

If there is a chance, he still wants to investigate the woman who looks like Dazai.

It's already a miserable world if there is one Dazai in the world.

If there are more Dazai, he might as well jump off the stairs.

What a disaster.

"You are indeed a catastrophe." The writer Zai said, "You have done so many things since you appeared."

Hei Shizai was also dissatisfied and said, "I haven't played enough yet."

Miss Zhizi took Tangun's arm and ignored them, but reached out and shook the meal coupon Kunikida had given to her before, showing a knowing smile, and stuffed it into the bag in Tangun's hand.

She turned her head to look at Tangun: "Did Tangun really not think about it?"

Tangun didn't seem to take what happened just now to heart. After all, Miss Zhizi's confession was accompanied by drama-like chaos, which would always make people lower the seriousness of the matter several notches in their hearts.

She raised her hand and stroked Tangun's cheek: "What you gain will always be lost...but what if we let you and I leave together at the most beautiful time?"

There was genuine sadness in Ms. Haruko's eyes.

A few weeks ago, Odasaku died.

She lost two friends at once.

Ango?She thought he was dead.Oh, just pull it out of the grave if you need it occasionally.

She didn't know whether it was God's favor or God's malice, she met Tangun.

Oda Saku said to ask her to save people.

But she is also very tired, struggling in this meaningless world, every moment seems to be suffocating.

If you can escape, it doesn't matter whether you can save people or not.

Odasaku left this world, and she wanted to leave too.

But she is afraid of suffering, pain and loneliness.

There is nothing wrong with leaving this world with Tangun.

She hugged Tangun's arm tightly, her eyes were confused and somewhat crazy, as if she didn't care whether Tangun agreed or not.

Because she only wants one result.

If not reachable...

"But..." Tangun's pupils dilated, he looked at Ms. Zhizi, as if he was looking at her, and seemed to be looking at someone through her, "But the one who left me first was always Dazai you. "

In the memory, there seems to be some sorrow and pain roaring.

"Dazai, it's always been you..."