My name is Dazai

"Dazai, Ango..." Tangun stepped into the shop door.

Two drunks sprawled on the counter.

Writer Jae whimpered and writhed, and writer Ango was already unconscious.

"Only Mr. Shuji Tsushima has a mobile phone, and the nearest contact person is you, so I dialed your number." I don't know if it's the bartender or the boss, or the part-time boss of the bartender is fake enough to tell at a glance False smile of sullen emotion, "Finally dialed after a few hours."

Tangun lowered his head in embarrassment, "I'm very sorry for causing you trouble."

It's normal for a bar to stay up all night, but it's daylight now, and it's not normal for these two guys to still be here.

...and very annoying.

Tangun paid the bill silently and timidly, and gave a big tip by the way.After all, the boss didn't throw out these two guys who didn't have a single yen on them.

He looked at the two drunks, wishing he could give each of their heads a shot with a wine bottle, and let them see what an honest man's rage is.

Are these two people here specifically to harm him?

Tangun went to help Dazai first, it was a bit difficult to drag the two of them away, so he could only take them out to find a place where no one was around, disqualify Ango from the human world, and then help Dazai back.

But the writer Jae pressed his shoulders all of a sudden, showing a pitiful expression: "Tangun... accompany me for a drink..."

"Dazai, you've already drunk a lot." Tangun looked at the writer Ango who had lost consciousness, "I'll take you back first..."

The writer Jae didn't seek Tangun's opinion at all, he directly put the wine glass to Tangun's mouth and forcefully drank it down.

Tangun was forced to take a few sips of wine for fear of soiling his clothes and table, and then he snatched the glass away: "Dazai!"

"Why is Tangun in a hurry... I finally came out. Although Ango was already drunk, the three of us are indeed together, let's have a good chat." Zai the writer pulled Tangun and turned to look at the bartender, "Tangun I gave you a lot of tips, let's drink for a while!"

The bartender glanced at the writer Zai, and actually asked, "So, is there anything you want to drink?"

He was not that kind, even with a tip, not to mention that writer Jae and writer Ango didn't have a single yen on them except their ID card and a mobile phone. Under normal circumstances, he was impatient to wait.

But last night he listened to the gossip all night, and seeing another central figure of the gossip appear today, he wanted to witness the follow-up.

As a person who has professional ethics and can't be embarrassed to gossip, although he can't ask directly, it is still possible to extend the business hours silently.

Tangun looked at the bartender, and saw that he was standing behind the bar neatly. It seemed that it was too late for him to say that he didn't need it, so he opened his mouth and sat down: "Ah, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Why... I feel like I'm being watched. "But I won't drink." Tangun still remembered the wine bottle he saw when he woke up in the morning, probably he also drank last night.

"Tangun..." the writer cried out in a mournful voice, falling on Tangun.

"Even if you say that, I won't." Tangun still had a hangover headache.

Although you won't get a headache as long as you get drunk again... But the fool also knows that this method is not an advisable solution to the problem.

"Tan..." The writer Zai and the leader Zai are indeed the same person, and their voices are as pitiful as milk cats, and they are all exactly the same.

Tangun paused slightly for the hand rubbing his temple.

"Just, just one cup, I have to take you all back." Tangun sighed, and said to the bartender, "Just have a low-alcohol..."

Two hours—just two hours ago he kept chatting with the writer Jae about literature. During this period, when the writer Jae dealt with him, he would raise his glass and say "Tangun said that is great", and then toasted.Tangun had no choice but to drink it all in one go.

While waiting to recover, Tangun supported his face with one hand, took off his glasses with the other hand, looked at the constantly changing number of writers, and seriously considered whether he was drunk.

If Dazai was pouring him alcohol, he would have no way to refuse it, it seemed that this ending had been foreshadowed when he failed to refuse before.

But he is such a person with a short memory.

At any rate, he still remembered that he came to pick up Zai the writer: "Dazai, have you had enough? Let's go back."

"Oh, oh, good." Writer Jae put his arm on Tangun's shoulder, got up and prepared to leave.

Tangun put on his glasses.

"Wait, sir, let's settle the bill first." The bartender said suddenly.

Tangun was almost unable to read the numbers on the receipt, so he handed over the bank card directly, and lost three times before successfully losing the correct one.Only then was he let go and the writer Zai left the bar.

After walking out of the bar, the writer Jae suddenly said to Tangun, "Should we just go back like this?"

"...Otherwise?" Tangun grabbed Writer Jae's collar like he was catching a cat running around.

"I'm so tired...Tangun doesn't know how to drive, and he lives some distance from the tram stop. I don't want to walk!" Jae the writer suddenly squatted on the ground and started whimpering.

Tangun nodded vigorously, as if he agreed with Dazai from the bottom of his heart.

When he was drunk, he could easily follow Dazai's words blindly.

Writer Zai lifted his head with his knees in his arms, and suddenly saw the bridge deck not far ahead, his eyes lit up: "Tangun, I have a good idea!"

"Huh?" Tangun also knelt down and hugged his knees, looking at the author Jae with misty eyes, "What is it? Dazai, tell me quickly."

The two squatted on the side of the street, like two cats, one black and one white, squatting in an overly well-behaved posture, meowing and saying things that normal people couldn't understand.

"We just jumped off this bridge! Maybe we can float back." The writer Zai pointed to the bridge deck and said.

"The direction of the river is not right." Tangun rested his head on his knees, seriously thinking about the feasibility with his unconscious mind.

"Is that so..." Writer Zai also began to think, "Why don't we jump off and be salvaged and sent to the police station, let them send us back."

"Ah, this seems to be highly feasible." Tangun let out a voice of admiration, "As expected of Dazai!"

Writer Jae was quite comfortable being slapped by Tangun's rainbow fart: "As expected of me! If you die in the water, you will die in love with Tangun!"

"Sounds good too." Tangun nodded.

Writer Jae stood up abruptly, almost lost his footing, and it was Tangun who helped him up: "Then it's not too late! Let's go dance now!"

Bar - it's a pity that I didn't hear gossip but listened to a bunch of literary creations...

The bartender felt a little sorry, but gossip is just listening without actively asking, and the other party can easily start to stray while chatting.

He started packing up his things and getting ready for bed, the day and night of this business.

There was a clink of wine glasses and shakers, and he began to clear the table.

Just as he was cleaning the table, he heard a snoring sound.

Bartender: "..."

He sticks his head out.

The man named "Ango" was still lying on the table, obviously left behind by his companions.

He rushed out of the bar immediately, thinking that the two of them drank so much just now, they couldn't walk fast.

But he looked around the door and thought that he should be able to see the two people from this angle.

But no.

He heard a loud sound of water, and then came back to his senses. He walked forward and looked at the street in the distance, but he didn't see the figures of those two people.

...going so fast?

What about the other one... Now that the bill is settled, it's better to throw him on the sofa and let him wake up.

The bartender turned around, only to see a man in a formal suit who looked exactly like the drunk guest coming out of the parking lot next to the building.

He almost jumped up in fright.

For a moment, he even thought that he had encountered a supernatural event.

Isn't the guest who suddenly disappeared just a classic ghost movie routine?If it wasn't for the other party swiping the card, he would have the urge to go back and see if he was given something strange.

It's all because the atmosphere is so appropriate.

But soon, he realized: "Ah, are you and the guest inside twin brothers? Great, I'm just worried about how to deal with that guest."

Social animal Anwu adjusted his glasses: "I'm sorry for your trouble."