My name is Dazai

Tangun did not let anyone approach him, he dug the grave by himself.

In fact, it didn't take much effort from him.

Because as long as his ability is used, Huateng can push the coffin out.

The coffin was made of pretty good material. Although the former leader plotted to kill Tangun's three younger sisters, he still needed to recruit Tangun, so the coffin was made of high-quality wood.

For the former leader, Tangun did respect him from the bottom of his heart for a while.

Of course, not for long.

It is possible for the former leader to attract people's hearts, but it is also quite good to corrupt others' favorability.

Because of the good anti-corrosion measures, even after four years, there is not much corrosion in the coffin.

Tangun put his hands on the coffin.

He felt very cold, and his breathing seemed to stop. Obviously he was wearing quite a lot of clothes, but he felt like he was standing naked in the ice and snow.

How many things does he actually have in this world that are worth nostalgic for?

The feeling of being close to the hometown is timid, this word is also very suitable to express Tangun's current feelings.

Obviously, the opportunity to revive his sister and see her again is in front of him, but he has the urge to tell Lan Tang to forget about it.

Avoidance was controllable at the beginning, but after a long time, it became a deep-rooted habit.

Tangun stopped in front of the coffin for a long time, and said something creepy: "This place is really beautiful...the cemetery over here is actually what I prepared for myself. When I die, no matter how carelessly Throw it on top, be cut up and throw it on top, or what, as long as it sleeps here forever."

Lantang closed his eyes, not really wanting to see Tangun's empty expression.

This demeanor makes people look down and sad from the bottom of their hearts.

But he couldn't comfort Tangun.

What should I do to make this person think about it?His goal was Tangun's corpse, not Tangun's living body.

This kind of thing is very selfish, but the interests of people cannot always be the same.

What's more, he and Tangun didn't have a deep friendship in the first place.

"Let me open my elder sister's coffin first." Tangun seemed to be speaking to Lan Tang, but his tone was very light, as if he was talking to himself.

Lan Tang took the first step and grabbed Tangun's hand: "Isn't it good to destroy the coffin? My supernatural subspace can directly bring people out, and I happen to be the one to resurrect them."

Otherwise, he has no way to explain why the corpse that should have started to rot is like a living person.

Tangun stared blankly at Lan Tang for a while: "Yes."

That's good, he doesn't have to face his sister's body.

Tangun was on his side so that he wasn't facing that direction, but he could see Rantang's movements from the corner of his eyes.

A golden light flashed.

Miss Tan suddenly appeared in front of Tangun. Tangun reacted very quickly and immediately caught her, avoiding the tragic ending of her buttocks falling to the ground. Miss Tan slowly opened her arms in Tangun's arms. Eye.

"...Brother?" Miss Tan asked softly.

Tangun suddenly felt that everything was worth it, his eyes were sour, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, his heart seemed to melt into a puddle, and his breathing stopped because of his sister who had been resurrected from the dead.

As if his body had a mind of its own, he hugged Miss Tan tightly before his own mind could react.

Tangun had a lot of things he wanted to say to Miss Tan. In the past four years, he had accumulated a lot of guilt.

He apologized that he couldn't say it, he didn't want Miss Tan to hate him after knowing the truth of her death.

And he can't talk about his past experiences, because all he did was shady and evil.

Besides, even the most ?He couldn't even do a simple greeting, he was in a daze, and just hugged Miss Tan tightly.

Compared to Tangun who was in an overly complicated mood, Ms. Tan could still move her mind a bit. After a long silence, Ms. Tan stroked Tangun's braided hair: "Brother... now he looks like a sister."

Tangun's brain seemed to be overloaded, he blinked his eyes, and then burst out laughing.

He who hadn't cried before had burst into tears.

After Tangun embraced Miss Tan, Lantang walked away silently, turned his head and looked at Tangun.

crying.

Although it is laughing and crying, it seems to be very beautiful.

"Pfft—hahahaha." Tangun half-kneeled on the ground, holding Miss Tan's shoulders with both hands, "Is it because I have long hair that I don't recognize me?"

"It's probably a bit like what I imagined when I grew up." Miss Tan rested her chin on Tangun's shoulder again.

Miss Tan said it in a joking way.

Brothers and sisters of the same father and mother are of course alike.

Lan Tang changed his posture and stood.

In fact, Lan Tang was not sure if Miss Tan would follow his words. After all, his strengths were not talking, and he was not such an evil person himself. This kind of lip service was not suitable for him.

He is not some devil.

What he really relies on is his own abilities rather than his eloquence. He who makes good use of his abilities and has extremely powerful abilities is naturally not outstanding in eloquence.

Everything he said was true.

Tell Tangun that he can let him see his sister again, and it is up to him to decide whether to pay the price or not.

It is true to tell Ms. Tan that Tangun may be very painful, because he dare not even kill himself because of guilt.

He just pushed forward an option, and it was their own choice whether to choose or not.

It's not that Lantang can't kill Tangun with his own hands, after all, what he wants is the corpse and the power to control the port mafia.

It's just that if Tangun is killed, it won't do him much good.

If reading Tangun's corpse as his ability, he and Tangun still have a long time to get along, and it is hard to guarantee that Tangun will gradually become dissatisfied with him during this period of time.

If it was Miss Tan, Tangun would have much less resentment towards him, and it would be more suitable for his future plans.

"Ozaki-san~" Dazai called out to Ozaki Koyo with a loud and elongated voice.

"Don't call me big sister!" Koyo Ozaki was so angry that she wanted to break Dazai's neck.

What kind of bastard is this green girl being called big sister?

The insult is second only to auntie.

"Aren't you called Big Sister four years older?" Dazai asked innocently.

"Then why do you call the leader 'Tangun'?" That's exactly what the elders or seniors called, right?

You must know that the leader is two years older than her.

Dazai frowned, and then pretended to be thoughtful: "Ozaki-chan?"

Koye Ozaki: "...The eldest sister is the eldest sister."

It's so disgusting.

"I want to find Tangun." Dazai said to Koyo Ozaki, "Take the black lizard."

Ozaki Momiji turned her head, not wanting to talk to the brat adopted by the leader.

"Officer Ozaki?" Dazai called out.

Koyo Ozaki looked at Dazai: "You said this to me as Dazai Osamu or the young leader." "It's the young leader." Dazai replied.

Ozaki Koyo showed a triumphant smile: "It's a pity that the leader's order is the highest."

Dazai looked at Ozaki Koyo, he felt that the woman in front of him was a little more lively than the one he knew.

Is it because Tangun killed the former leader early?

"But if Officer Ozaki doesn't listen to my orders, I will probably be able to change from a young leader to a leader soon." Dazai said with his head tilted.

The smile on Koye Ozaki's face faded, her eyes were cold and murderous: "What do you mean?"

Dazai is not afraid of her at all: "Let's talk about this on the way."

kill brother.

Miss Tan had never thought of such a thing before.

Even if Tangun used to bite off half of her ice cream in one bite, making Miss Tan beat him up angrily, but without exception, Tangun would always buy her a new ice cream afterwards.

Lantang doesn't lie, and Tangun looks quite normal in front of Miss Tan.

But his words are still preconceived, making Miss Tan feel that Tangun is in pain.

Miss Tan lay on Tangun's shoulder, sniffing the smell of Tangun's hair, she felt very at ease.

"...Brother, are you the leader of the port mafia?"

Miss Tan finally asked.

"Yeah." And Tangun also felt an inexplicable sense of calm, as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

"My brother will suffer when he is alive... No, brother loves life, right?" Miss Tan changed the question.

Tangun's eyelashes trembled, then he chuckled, rubbed his chin against Miss Tan's neck, and did not answer.

Sometimes this kind of silent answer can make people understand the despair behind it better than the real answer.

Miss Tan didn't really want to hear this kind of answer: "Brother?"

"I'm sorry to many people." Tangun said vaguely.

Miss Tan immediately remembered what Lan Tang had shown her before.

Miss Tan took out the knife from her own pocket with great movements, her hands trembling constantly.

My brother has been a killer before, so he must understand what she wants to do with her actions.

But Tangun still maintained the posture of embracing her, as if he didn't notice it, and said softly to her: "I want to be with you."

The author has something to say: Small Theater——Maomao: ...I can’t say anything sloppy, Dazai, tell me

Dazai: ...Hmm, cats are supposed to be delicious?

Maomao: Meow meow?

Dazai (disgusted): I'm talking about another cat.

Tangun: Meow meow?

Before, I had no way to grasp Lan Tang's character, and I felt that something was wrong...

Probably because I don't have a deep impression of Lan Tang, so I'm a little uncertain about his personality.

If it doesn't work, just treat it as a special version of Lantang.