My name is Dazai

In the middle is the main building.

Wu Jingzai led them away from the main building, went to one of the four surrounding buildings, and walked towards the elevator humming a song with his hands behind his back.

It's been a bit long since Butei Jae left the Port Mafia, so almost no one knows him anymore.

The members of the port mafia are replaced very quickly, after all, it is a high-risk occupation.

Unless it is a high-level, low-level personnel change very frequently.

So even as a former cadre, he was almost forgotten.

On the contrary, he has always been remembered among the cadres.

"Come, come, Mr. Chuya, you go ahead." Wu Zhenzai asked the poet Zhongya to walk in the front.

The poet also looked at Wu Jingzai: "Are you going to steal 'my' wine?"

"That's right! He's rich! The wine collection is very good, and it's super expensive!" Wu Zhenzai also smelled "dog" in the poet.

Among the poets, there is no sense that Wu Zhenzai wants to cheat another self?Instead, he showed an appreciative expression: "Is that so? I haven't tried any particularly good wine..."

Among the poets, he has no money in his life, so expensive drinks are insulated from him.

As a wine lover, how can poets not think about these wines?

Moreover, it is "one's own" wine, and there are no moral obstacles among poets.

The poet Zhong also walked into the building with confident steps. Everyone in the building knew the face of Chuya Nakahara, so when they saw the poet Chuya, they didn't ask much.

It's just that when the poets also passed by them, they wondered whether Mr. Chuya was a little short.

Is it because you didn't wear underwear today?

No, no, no, how could they think so? The members of the Port Mafia didn't suspect anything, and the poet Zhong Ye was too confident and calm.

Although the poet has no money and has no ambition in his life, he is proud, even compared with the cadres, he is not inferior.

Whenever he was a little timid, sensitive members of the Grand Port Mafia felt it.

But how can there be cowardice among poets?He has nothing to fear.

Tangun just watched this group of shameless guys sneak in so calmly.

Tangun felt his conscience ache a little: "Is this really good?"

"Of course it's fine!" Butei Jae and Poet Joong also gave Tangun a thumbs up at the same time.

Tangun: "...It's rare to see Dazai and Chuya getting along so well."

The two Dazai and one of them also showed vomiting expressions at the same time.

"Who has a tacit understanding with slugs?!"

"Who has a tacit understanding with mackerel?!"

"...It's still a tacit understanding." Tangun shut up after saying this, for fear of saying it again, the three of them?One is about to fight in the elevator to prove that mackerel and slug are not compatible.

But he still whispered: "Dazai is a saury."

"A mackerel that even dogs don't eat is suitable to be the representative creature of Dazai." Poets still remember Tangun's answer back then.

"Obviously the slug will make the dogs go around." The two Dazai said in unison.

Tangun wished he could slap himself and make you owe him for saying such a word.

three?The individual did not fight after all, because the elevator door opened.

Wu Jingzai picked the lock skillfully.

The poet also looked at Zai Wuzhen picking the lock, exclaimed in admiration, and then looked at Zai the writer: "If you have this kind of skill, you won't be so poor."

"I won't do such a disgraceful thing." The writer Zai rolled his eyes, "If you like it, you can go to apprentice."

Tangun looked inside the door.

This is a very thick door, Buteizai turned on the light, and the three inside?All the walls are wine racks.

The temperature is slightly colder and the humidity is higher, which is obviously suitable for wine storage.

Poor poets had never seen so much alcohol. He twitched his nose, and the air smelled of wine.

The expression of the poet Zhongye is full of surprises: "This is heaven!"

However, the reaction of Wu Zhenzai and writer Zai was mediocre.

Kusano Shinpei sighed.

There are also tables in the wine room.

The writer Zai rubbed his arms: "It's so wet and cold here."

"How can you not enjoy such a good wine storage room?" The poet is also very familiar with wine, and he has a bottle of French wine in his hand.

He is French?The students of the department naturally yearn for France more.

The writer Zai sneered, as if mocking the poverty and ignorance of the poet Zhongye.

Although the poets are poor, they are quite clear about how to drink red wine.

After a few glasses of wine, the poets no longer know the east, west, north, south.

"Dazai, show me a smile!" As the poets also drank more and more wine, the writer Zai seemed to see his own miserable future, and his expression gradually became sad. "It's so annoying to have a sad face."

"Why am I laughing... black slug." Jae the writer said in a voice that could hardly be heard even among poets.

"Huh?" The poet also raised his voice. He didn't hear what the writer Zai was saying, but he also knew that what he said at this moment would definitely not be a good thing.

"By the way, Chuya, why are you wearing a hat indoors?" Buteizai seemed casual?asked casually, as casually as he had before?He took the poet Zhongya's hat away.

"It's not that this guy admires the French Rimbaud very much." The writer Zai Ye was a little drunk, he pinched the rim of the glass with his fingers, and then took the glass to order the poet Zhongya.

Tangun and Kusano Shin were sitting on the sidelines, the two clinked glasses of wine, and drank leisurely.

At this moment, the door was pushed open suddenly.

Tangun was taken aback and coughed.

"You..." The cadre Zhongye's face was flushed, looking at the pile of opened wine bottles on the table, trembling all over, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"Yo." Poet Zhong also waved to the cadre Zhong as frankly as when he sneaked in.

The cadres also looked at the poet Zhongye, his expression gradually ferocious, but he probably felt that it was too strange for him to hit himself, so he raised his head and glared at Wu Jingzai: "You traitor, you still have a species! You are provoking us. Port Mafia?"

At the same time, Writer Jae bowed his waist, quietly approached Tangun, and then hugged Tangun as if he was snuggling.

The cowardly writer Zai was so frightened that he sobered up: "No matter which slug is scary."

Tangun raised his hand and stroked Jae the writer's head.

Kusano Shinhei frowned, a little worried that they would fight.

"Traitor? Dazai?" The poet looked at Butei Zai, and then at the writer Zai who was scared into a ball, and smiled. Then he stood up and put his arm on the shoulder of the cadre Chuya. , "It's easy to talk about that kind of thing, come, come, come and have a drink and talk about poetry."

The cadres were also taken dumbfounded by the poets.

The poet is also too familiar, as if he is not sneaking into the wine cellar of the cadre Zhongye now.

This anti-customer orientation is too suffocating among the cadres.

The author has something to say: Small Theater - Cadre Zhongye (Meditation).

Poet Zhong Ye: What do you think?cheers!

The cadres also: ... Cheers.

Tangun: ...he didn't plan to confuse his other self so that he wouldn't pursue it?

Among the poets: fart!I can drink very much!A thousand cups are not drunk!Come on, drink more, get drunk.

Among the cadres: Hiccup.

Shinpei Kusano: That’s what he said, but Chuya seems to be a bit of a writer who is actually a bit of a savior: About him being a drunkard?

Poet Zhongya: The activity after drinking is to beat Dazai!

Among the cadres: Yay!

Tangun:! ! !

Writer Zai: Huh!

Wu Zhenzai: Bah.

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