My name is Dazai

Thinking of this, Tangun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He felt that this discomfort probably came from his father-in-law's dislike for his son-in-law.

So he said a little coldly: "Who I am is actually not only my own judgment, but also how others judge me, especially when my memory is not convincing."

Dazai wanted to hug Tangun very much, he didn't mind Tangun's tone, he suspected that Tangun was affected by a supernatural power.

The most deeply affected by the ability is the ability body.

The ability of the man in the house of fire probably means that Tangun has been surrounded by negative and restless emotions.

Although cats are gentle and gentle, they can also scratch people when they are fierce.

"I don't think you're the type to be influenced by other people's words." Dazai said casually.

"This is the first time we've met. Whether I'm the same person as before should be the same to you." Tangun's tone was still not very good.

Dazai still looked at Tangun with joyful eyes, and after listening to his words, he seemed to be happier, and he was not as shocked as Tangun imagined: "Pfft, hahahaha, yes, it's all the same."

Dazai was sure that the previous Tangun was Tangun, but he seemed unable to say that.

But it didn't seem to make much difference to him, after all, the Tangun he was looking for was right in front of his eyes, he was sure that the Tangun in front of him was Tangun, and that was enough.

Tangun backed away a little scared, and then he felt that this was not very good, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, he took out a cigarette, but was taken away by Dazai: "It will hurt you to smoke like this." got lung cancer."

"That's not a [-]% thing." Tangun was just about to take the cigarette back, but found that Dazai dropped the cigarette in his mouth.

Tangun was silent, and then he lost the mood to smoke.

"It's fortunate that you died early, otherwise you would have lung cancer sooner or later." Dazai said ruthlessly.If Tangun's death was not accidental, then it is very likely that he died of lung cancer if the trajectory is completely followed.

"Thank you for remembering that I'm dead, and I won't get lung cancer with supernatural powers." Tangun rebuked him.

"If it's like you said, it's useless for you to be irritable and smoke as a supernatural being." Dazai hooked the cigarette with his tongue.

Tangun could see the tip of Dazai's tongue brushing against his lips, with a sense of temptation.

Is this seducing him?

Tangun thought a little uncertainly.

He is a person with a rich love history, if it is a woman, he should be able to be sure.

But the other party is a man, and he is not bad in all aspects. Although his personality is a bit out of tune, this cannot conceal his excellence.

On the other hand, he is now dressed casually, the room still smells of cigarettes, his hair is messy, and he is not young anymore.

Where is he worthy of hooking up with a man whom he met for the first time?

Tangun felt that this was even more narcissistic than his previous narcissistic thinking that the other party wanted to be his son-in-law. If he said it, his ex-wife would probably laugh at him for 20 years.

Odasaku was not interested in the conversation between the two of them, he was flipping through those things.

Tangun is a writer, so he wrote quite a few works and essays.Including the following miscellaneous waste manuscripts, there is almost a big box.Because there is no font requirement, the writing is casual, and it is quite strenuous even to read it. Even if you read so many things casually, you have to look at them for a whole day.

Tangun picked up one of them: "If you want to find clues, I think you should read this."

The notebook is something like a diary, but without time, and the words are fragmented, but each sentence seems to be important.

Odasaku held out his hand, but Dazai took the notebook away.

"I think I'm probably crazy." This line of writing is not on the first page of the notebook, but it is the first page of this pile of records. The person who wrote this line of writing seems to have just picked up a notebook and started writing.

"Obviously I don't have any regrets in my life, but I feel very empty inside. No matter how many things I write or how many places I go to, I can't make up for it."

"I'm so lonely."

That's the end of this page.

"I think I should have a friend, maybe... a friend?"

This is the only sentence on the second page.

"Intuition tells me to go to Aomori, but I don't know where to find it, so I can only wander around in Aomori."

"I went to Niigata, but I didn't."

"She was very angry. When I came back, she asked me if I wanted to have a family. I couldn't refute it. After all, it was indeed my fault."

Obviously, the mistake has not been corrected.

When Odasaku saw this line of words, he thought to himself that this is indeed a scumbag.It may not be that scumbag in the heart, but the actual action is like this.

"Repeatedly going around Aomori and Niigata, I don't know who to turn to, and I don't know what I want to do."

"I was dragged to see a doctor, it really didn't give me face..."

"I went to Aomori again and sat on the street for a long time. I was thinking what I was insisting on. I'm not really free. I still have a family to take care of."

"I went to Osaka and was brutalized when I came back."

"Divorced and went to Yokohama." Obviously, this scumbag didn't reflect on himself in actual actions, and was kicked.

Odasaku looked at Tangun, Tangun looked as usual, and even took out another cigarette, this time it was still Kitazai who took it and pinned it behind his ear.

"That's all?" Dazai wasn't turning back because he knew there was nothing behind.

"Well, I should be behind...he died." Tangun has been in Yokohama for a long time, and he seems to have begun to understand this place, "Raibo Street is so chaotic, good physical fitness does not necessarily mean safety, let alone Bullets and knives, just accidents could have killed him. Who knows how he died?"

Tangun didn't seem to care about his own death, or there were too many things that bothered him, and he couldn't bear it.

"Any clues?" Tangun asked.

In fact, Dazai knew who Tangun was looking for beforehand.

Aomori, Niigata, Osaka.

They are the birthplaces of him, Ango and Oda, respectively.

"I probably have some guesses, but I want to confirm it with you." Dazai closed his notebook, "Tangun, are you a writer?"

"Hmm..." Tangun didn't quite understand his jumping train of thought, "I'm indeed writing something."

"Can you teach us?" Dazai clasped his hands together, looking at Tangun with sparkling eyes, he looked like a cat on the side of the road begging for food with its big eyes pulling the pants of passers-by.

If it was normal, Tangun would refuse without even thinking about it, and he would be extremely annoyed on weekdays. If he accepted two untalented students, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist smashing things.

but……

"Don't you guys have to go to work?" Tangun looked at the two people.

Dazai felt that Tangun let go, and he immediately said: "Compared to studying with Tangun, going to work is not important."

Odasaku pondered for a moment, then nodded.

If Kunikida was here, he would probably tear these two apart.

Tangun looked at Dazai with strange eyes: "...well, you are so persistent, come over tomorrow."