My name is Dazai

Writer Jae feels like he has found himself a drudgery.

Why can't he think about reciting "Evil Spirit"? Now everyone is listening to him at the dinner table, but his mouth is dry.

But Tangun couldn't do it for him.Not to mention that Tangun's memory is missing a lot, even if he could remember, there is absolutely no way to write down everything verbatim like he does.

That's why Anwu left the job to him...

Shouldn't it be because he is easy to bully?

He shared the memory with other Dazai, but he knew that he who always hated himself would never lend a helping hand, so it would be good if he didn't stand aside and smile with his legs crossed.

The worst thing was the leader Jae, who while he was talking, got onto Tangun's lap and fed him fruit.Tangun had seen the author Jae suffer and suffer, he was embarrassed to hug the leader Jae.But the leader Jae was too enthusiastic. He wrapped the cherries with his lips and delivered them to Tangun's mouth. Tangun didn't open his mouth to eat them, but he kept his lips next to his lips.

This seems even worse.

So Tangun could only use his tongue to hook the cherry in Jae's lips.

But it's impossible to say how wronged or how he endured the humiliation, but on the surface it looks like he was bullied by the leader.

The writer Zai choked up, and finally finished reading "Evil Spirit".

Tangun handed the lemonade to the dry-mouthed writer Jae: "Thanks for your hard work."

"Tangun~" the writer Zai drank a whole glass of lemonade with a bang, and almost sent himself away because of the weird and funny incident of choking on water, "My throat hurts..."

Tangun put a piece of fruit with a small fork and inserted a piece of watermelon into the writer Zai's mouth: "Come."

The writer Zai opened his mouth, but the leader Zai cut off the piece of watermelon: "Tangun hasn't fed me yet, how can I feed other people first?"

Jae the writer was like a little girl, his mouth suddenly deflated, and then he said in a crying voice: "How can you do this... This is what Tangun fed me. Is it okay to steal my things?"

"Extraordinarily fragrant... Woo!" The leader Zaihua just started, but Tangun covered his mouth.

Having been together for so long, Tangun already knew that the leader Jae would never have anything good to say.

Tangun took a new fork and gave the writer Jae two dollars: "Okay, okay, don't be angry."

The writer Zai looked at the fork with an extra piece of watermelon, and opened his mouth to bite in satisfaction.

This time it was the leader Zai's turn to be angry.

Not to be outdone, the other Dazai asked for watermelon.

Tangun felt like an old hen diligently feeding watermelons to the Dazai.

Zai Meow also poked his head, and Tangun pushed Zai Meow's head back: "Cats can't eat cold watermelon."

Zai Meow opened his mouth wide, as if in shock, then grabbed Tangun's hand with his claws, rubbed his head against the back of Tangun's hand, acting pitifully like a spoiled child.

"I'll have diarrhea, no." Tangun said cruelly.

Zai Meow turned his face instantly, slapped the back of Tangun's hand with his meat pad, pointed his butt at Tangun, and flicked his tail.

Tangun cut a piece of watermelon into small pieces with a fork and put them on a disposable plate: "Let's eat it when it's not so cold."

Zai Meow looked back at Tangun, then stopped flicking his tail, but his butt was still facing Tangun.

Obviously still a little angry.

If it was normal, everyone would feel nauseous about the sticky daily life of Tangun and Dazai, but at this moment, everyone's focus is not here.

The expression on Yosano Akiko's face gradually became ferocious: "Dazai?"

"Huh?" The writer Zai was startled by Yosano Akiko's voice, and looked back at her. He didn't know why he felt guilty, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Can you please finish the story?" Yosano Akiko asked very politely, but it was such a polite sentence, but the writer Zai felt that the next second Yosano Akiko would take out a hatchet and chop him.

If the writer Zai is Zai Miao, he will definitely explode in the next second.

"The bottom is gone." The writer Zai trembled.

"Are you implying that I cut your bottom?" Yosano Akiko took out a hatchet out of nowhere.

The leader Zai looked at it: "This knife is too big, it's not easy to cut."

Yu Xie Ye: "...Wait, where do you think I'm going to cut it?" The leader Zai cut it regretfully.

Feeling that her sense of existence had almost disappeared, Alice silently covered her ears to prevent foul language from entering her "12-year-old" loli's ears.

"What does this have to do with me? It's him! It's him!" The writer Zai pointed at Luanbu and stamped his feet, "It's not written by me! Cut him off! Why cut me up? Are you just bullying me?" temper!"

This time, it was everyone's turn to look at Edogawa Ranpo with condemning eyes.

Ranpo: "...look what I do." Even a detective is frightened by this posture for a while.

Members of the Armed Detective Agency seldom look at him with such wolf-like eyes. No matter who they are, they will go blank when they see such hungry eyes.

"Mr. Detective, has anyone figured out who the murderer of "Evil Spirit" is?" The writer Ango looked at him with the same hungry... no, as if he was going to swallow Ranpo Edogawa alive.

This swallowing alive is definitely not because of hatred, but it is more terrifying than hatred at this moment.

Because hatred is a single emotion, and besides hatred, the writer Ango can also burst out the same terrible emotions.

After many years, Edogawa Ranpo wants to say something...

Mom, help.

He couldn't help but backed away: "Wait a minute, I want to get my glasses..."

Kunikida Doppo saw Edogawa Ranpo's movements and sat back in embarrassment.

Ranpo put on his glasses and activated super reasoning.

Everyone couldn't help but sit up straight.

The same goes for the Dazai who still don't seem to care about being shared memories before.

It is a serious crime to dig a hole and not fill it.

one second……

two seconds...

half a minute...

1 minutes……

5 minutes……

A drop of sweat dripped from Ranbu's chin.

"Master Detective" writer Ango shouted.

To be honest, he really wanted to make things difficult for Edogawa Ranpo before, who made him grow a face that attracted his hatred, but after listening to the writer Zai tell the story again, he waited for a long time for the answer of Ranpo , he really began to look forward to it.

Compared to Edogawa Ranpo losing, he wanted to know the ending more.

Edogawa Ranpo took off his glasses roughly: "I can't figure it out! I can't figure it out! Don't ask me any more!"

"Wait, how can you just give up like this?" This time it was the turn of the writer Ango and the writer Zai to get emotional, "Didn't you call yourself a detective? Use your brains, please?" The writer Ango and the writer Zai were completely in unison. If you have been a bad friend for a long time, you can guess what the other party wants to say without using your brain.

"I..." Luanbu choked up, and then became fierce again in the next second, "Is it because I didn't use my brain? It's clearly because this is a novel! The author, that idiot, didn't even think about who the murderer would be." ,how could I know?!"

"Aren't you the author?" Writer Ango grabbed Ranbu's shoulder and shook it vigorously.

"I'm not that idiot!"

"You used to be 'Master Ranbu' one by one! You think you are one person!"

"..." Luanbu finally realized what it was like to be choked.In the past, if you want to hate him, you often have to hate him from the perspective of human sophistication, but this is the first time he has been wronged in the investigation.

Digging a hole and not filling it—and it is such a wicked hole, it will always fill itself in.

Even the self in the parallel world.

"Look at the IQ gap between your Dazai and our Dazai, you know that they are not at the same level, okay? How can I know what a fool thinks?" Buteizai burst out laughing.

Writer Zai pointed at himself: "It's none of my business, hey, can you stop being so naive?" "Isn't he just so naive?" Writer An Wu put on a mocking face again, "Obviously he is going to be a manga An editor at home, I didn’t go to press the manuscript but started to draw manga. I bought a toy for my son, but I started playing happily. Obviously I learned the shamisen for inspiration. In the end, apart from learning it, my original job was still the same. The words are not moved."

"It's so naive." The writer Zai nodded vigorously, his desire for revenge was really strong.

In other words, he was naive himself.

"I told you it wasn't me!" Edogawa, the core of the 26-year-old Armed Detective Agency who has never been in a relationship, twitched his cheeks in disorder, "Also, Dazai, the reasoning novels written by you guys can't give people anything at all." see?"

The writer Zai's face looked as if he had been slapped by the poet: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Have you been stabbed in your self-esteem?" Luanbu pointed at the heart of the writer Zai.

"I do not have!"

"I really don't understand you uncles, you can continue to quibble even though you've been exposed and seen through." Luanbu sighed helplessly. This simple sigh made the writer Zai feel contempt.

"You hate Ango! What are you doing against me!" Writer Zai's brain was running fast, "Are you afraid of Ango, so you pointed the finger at me?"

"Hmph, the book about first love has been badly reviewed, right?" Luanbu began to kill everyone.

Writer An Wu was so angry that he scratched his hair vigorously, which attracted a lot of people's disgust.

Alice looked around and felt that the quarrel of these uncles was boring, so she walked to Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's serious face was staring at Alice.How could he not know Mori Ogai's humanoid ability?

He fought with Alice many times, and Alice's head was chopped off by him many times.

Anyone who does not know Alice will not know Alice.

"President Fukuzawa, shall we take a photo?" Alice tilted her head cutely.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's expression became more serious.

Alice: "... okay..."

His expression changed from serious to fierce.

Alice wailed loudly: "...Wow, I just want to bully Lin Taro!"

However, Fukuzawa Yukichi still had that serious expression.

Wu Zhenzai touched his chin: "I didn't expect the president to make Alice cry well."

Fukuzawa Yukichi was not happy with this evaluation. Most of the time, "same as Dazai" is not a complimenting description.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Ranpo, Yosano Akiko looked at Alice and took the camera from Alice's hand.

Mori Ogai is rubbish, but Alice looks good on the outside, and she is happy to do things that can make Mori Ogai annoying.She lowered her head, picked up the camera and took a picture of Alice.

Alice noticed the camera, wiped her tears immediately, put on a happy expression, and lay on Fukuzawa Yukichi's body.

Taking a shot with Akiko Yosano, Alice looks like she is lying on Yukichi Fukuzawa.Although it is an illusion, the effect is not bad.

Mori Ogai, the former intelligence dealer, didn't care what he saw, but it didn't stop him from crying.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's face was not captured in the mirror, but as an old rival, he believed with Yosano Akiko that Mori Ogai would definitely be able to recognize the man in the kimono at the first second.

A slightly evil laugh with Akiko Yosano.

Port Mafia, Mori Ogai received an email.

It was a strange yet familiar email address - from Akiko Yosano.

His diamonds... what email did he send?

Rationally, Mori Ogai thinks this is a good thing. After all, this is the first time Yosano Akiko has sent him an email in so many years. This may be some subtle signal; but emotionally... there is a string in his brain that is going crazy Trembling, tell him it's okay.

But you still have to watch.

Mori Ogai clicked on the email, looked at the person on the email, and burst into loud cries.

Akutagawa, who was about to report to the leader at the door: "..."

He looked at the door with wise eyes.