My name is Dazai

Tangun didn't kill everyone.

Although Tangun had been in the mafia for a long time, he was used to solving problems with bloody and violent means, but killing people was never his goal.

In addition, he really solved a lot of people during his madness, and people with a little bit of ability would not want to apply for jobs in the port mafia, for fear that the madman leader would kill them.

This kind of mind-boggling ability that can make Tangun invisible to the eye actually has abilities.

It is not convenient for Tangun to deal with all the people for the time being.

"Tomorrow - morning, I will see the new report on my desk." Tangun slid his fingers slightly, and then looked at the blood on the ground, "By the way, clean up the blood on it."

Dazai looked at Tangun who had already walked out the door, and trotted to keep up: "Tangun, wait for me..."

Koyo Ozaki looked at Dazai, and always felt that this little ghost was extremely weird.

Not in terms of character, but an indescribable feeling.

"Ha, ha...Tangun...Brother Tan...Father Tan...Let me go...I can't do it..." In the room, Dazai was panting in pain.

"To think of calling me daddy at such a time..." Tangun sighed, feeling helpless at Dazai's shamelessness, "But it's already too late, it's useless to call brother and daddy."

"...My dear..." Dazai stretched out his hand and tried to hook Tangun, "Please use another way to squeeze my body."

"..." Tangun shivered and stopped the treadmill.

Dazai slapped himself onto the treadmill.

"I'm so tired... woo..." Dazai panted hard.

"300 meters, 4 minutes..." Tangun was running on another treadmill.

"He's not running too slow..." Dazai lay on the track, looking up at Tangun running beside him.

He turned over and looked at Tangun's ankle, then his calf to his thigh, and finally Tangun's upturned buttocks. Following Tangun's running movements, the lines of his buttocks were quite beautiful.

Moreover, Tangun did not intend to change clothes at all during the exercise, he was still wearing suit pants, but he just pulled the hem of the shirt out of the trousers, and Tangun's waistline could be seen when the shirt was swinging.

This was the fundamental reason why he had to come to the gym with Tangun to exercise no matter what.

I really want to slap Tangun's buttocks, it will definitely feel good when I pat it, I put my hands on Tangun's buttocks, it must be a lovely arc.

"...I sometimes feel that the way you speak and look in your eyes really doesn't look like a child." Dazai stopped running, but Tangun still planned to complete his goal, the five-kilometer run.

After Dazai ran 300 meters leisurely, Tangun had already run one kilometer. Although there was a difference in height and age, Dazai's speed was poor even among his peers.

"I'm not a child, I've grown up psychologically, Tangun, please talk to me in the way you talk to people of the same age." Dazai made a sharp sound, and then raised his voice. As a junior who needs to be taken care of.

"It would be great if your athletic ability could match the age you think you are." Tangun said somewhat helplessly.

"I'm a think tank type of person, physical strength is not necessary." Dazai muttered.

"... Wan—what if you can't run away when you encounter danger?" Tangun looked at Dazai's lazy look, and felt that he really couldn't treat him as a peer.

Totally a younger sister... no, a younger brother.

Tangun, who raised his younger sister to raise his habits, first reacted to his younger sister.

And Dazai's occasional tone made him easily think of girls.

It is not surprising that Tangun is a bit confused by the androgynous voice of boys who have not really reached the voice-changing period.

"Why do you want to run?" Dazai felt that he could avoid danger in advance. It doesn't matter if he is caught. Only brains need strength, and Dazai found a reason for his lack of physical strength.

"Even if it's for health, we need to exercise a little bit." Tangun looked down at Dazai who was lying on his back on the treadmill.

The black cat seemed to be melting to the ground, obviously unable to pull it up.

Tangun looked at his progress. In fact, this was not considered exercise, but rehabilitation. Compared with his previous appearance, his physical fitness had declined now. Tangun could fully imagine possible assassinations in the future.

"Tangun just protect me." Dazai stretched out his hand to hook Tangun's calf, although Tangun didn't look at Dazai, but his leg avoided Dazai's hand precisely.

Dazai rested for a while, stood up, Tangun was sweating, his fingers clasped his shirt, and then pulled the collar of his shirt - a little.

Dazai stared intently at Tangun's collarbone.

"Don't think too much of me." Tangun was already panting after running.

"Why is Tangun's ability so strong?" Dazai looked at Tangun and praised.

"...If it's really that strong, why should I exercise?" Tangun Xin said that the reason for exercising was because he sometimes had to run when he cast a supernatural power.

Otherwise, what if I was beaten to death?

"So what exactly is Tangun's ability like?" Dazai asked curiously.

"Do you have anything to eat for lunch? I'll help you order." Tangun didn't answer, but brought up another topic.

"Rose crab meat... well, is this delicious?" Dazai looked at the crab in front of him.

"It's the recipe I gave you." After exercising and taking a shower, Tangun sat at the dining table in a bathrobe, raised his legs again, and then his eyes met Dazai's, and put down his legs again, "The restaurant of the port mafia and Most of the acquired restaurants are under my control, and every recipe is under my control, adding the requirement of using flowers as raw materials. Everyone knows that the leader likes flowers, and this requirement is actually not surprising.”

In order to save money, Mori Ogai sometimes brought food to Dazai from the cafeteria of the port mafia, but Dazai didn’t taste much of the flower fragrance—this is also related to Dazai adding a lot of monosodium glutamate to his food, which caused the original taste to be covered. .However, Dazai felt that since Tangun hadn't been discovered for so long, probably Tangun just asked to add flowers, and he didn't care how much he added, as the water soaked in flowers was fine.

"Since you said you are a think tank, Dazai thinks, why should I ask for that?" Tangun picked up his chopsticks.

"Because Tangun's ability needs to be activated, even if it is a small amount of tissue components." Dazai immediately understood.

Tangun has no way to see who is blooming. Tangun's ability is not well-known, that is to say, he is not very strong.

Tangun picked up a piece of crab meat with his chopsticks and smiled, but there was not much smile in his eyes: "Want to try it?"

This sentence somehow sounds like would you stick your neck in front of me?

Dazai - stuttered, chewed, and commented: "Well, I still hope that Tangun can cook for me himself."

Tangun stared at the chopsticks that had lost the crab meat, and was a little stunned for a moment, then thought of Dazai's superhuman disqualification, no wonder the child is not afraid at all.

...Really, he has become a habit of probing.

Although Tangun went crazy before, it doesn't mean that he will give up his control over his abilities. On the contrary, he will further expand the influence of his abilities so that he can kill others.

It can be said that as long as he is willing, as long as the lives of people who have eaten in the port mafia and have not been completely metabolized are within Tangun's will.

In the restaurants controlled by Tangun, many people ate there every day, and those people could be killed by Tangun.

During this period of time, other businesses of the Port Mafia may have regressed, but the restaurant business has definitely improved, and the flower food has been promoted...

Thinking of this, Tangun actually felt a little ashamed.

Could it be that he is more suitable to be a cook than a leader and a poet?

The author has something to say: Small Theater - Ozaki Koye: The leader has been crazy for two years.

Mori Ogai: Does the port mafia have a big financial problem?

Ozaki Momiji: No, the leader's restaurant has already opened overseas.

Mori Ogai:? ? ?

Guangjin Liulang: Chief, other mafias seem to be doing a good business selling milk tea recently.Why don't you study the formula, the leader?

Tangun (contemplating): Then shall we make scented tea?Hmmm... I'll research the recipe.If the cherry blossom milk tea should sell well, right?

Mori Ogai: What is it called the Port Mafia? Let’s just call it the Port Black Restaurant!

Tangun: A port milk tea shop?

Mori Ogai: I am not complimenting you.

Alice: Lin Taro, the milk tea made by the boss is super delicious!

Mori Ogai: ... was actually bought off...

"The cat tilts its head and looks forward to the comment with wet eyes"