My name is Dazai

"Occupation?" asked the police lady.

"It's the writer... I, Tai... and Tsushima are both." Tangun replied cautiously.

"Speaking of..." Miss Police turned her head to look at Wu Zhenzai, "Recently there is a writer 'Osamu Dazai' who is very famous, I have long wanted to ask Mr. Dazai you?"

In this withered literary world, good works are rare.

As the writer Zai said before, "There is no need to ask others to buy the manuscript."

The police lady has easily heard the name of the writer "Osamu Dazai", and because "Osamu Dazai" of the Armed Detective Agency is a frequent visitor to the police station, she will naturally pay more attention.

Buteizai stretched out his hand to remove the seal on his mouth: "It's not me, it's that 'Shuji Tsushima' who is as drunk as mud, and his pen name is 'Osamu Dazai'."

"What's the relationship...Mr. Dazai, how did you open the handcuffs?" The police lady instantly discovered the problem.

"Miss, you didn't fasten the handcuffs to death." Wu Zhenzai raised his hands, moved his fingers, and flickered, "If you don't fasten the handcuffs, you really feel sorry for me, right?"

Miss Police: "..."

As a member of Butei's scourge, she was not tempted, but showed a disgusted expression.

She would never do such a disrespectful thing in another person, but Wu Zhenzai himself is the kind of person who always destroys the good filters others have for him, making people wish to give him a ride.

What a handsome man, it's a pity that he has a long mouth.

"Although I'm not the writer 'Dazai Osamu', I feel that I can write the same book if I want to." Wu Zhenzai said narcissistically.

The police lady gave a contemptuous look.If she could, she would like to ask Wu Jingzai how he became so confident after studying for several years.

"I-I'm not trusted, my heart is about to break." Butengzai obviously had a lot of drama, turned his head to the side and began to murmur, "Tangun, do you think I can do it?" Tangun lowered his head and looked at The gap between the tiles on the floor, although it was a short inquiry, was delayed a lot of time because of the interruption from time to time by Wu Zhenzai.But he didn't mind. He was already guilty of this matter, and he felt relieved when he was ignored.He only raised his head when Buteizai called his name, recalled Buteizai's question in a daze, and nodded slowly: "No matter what Dazai does, he is very good."

Butekunzai floated happily to Tangun's side, and hugged him around the neck: "As expected of Tangun, you are wise enough to know people."

Just then, the door opened.

The people outside the door nodded to Miss Police.

The police lady understood, and said to Tangun, "I have already called your family members or colleagues."

Tangun shook violently.

The police lady originally planned to continue the questioning, but when she lowered her head to take notes, she asked a question several times without answering.

She looked up at Tangun.

That person's whole body turned gray, and it seemed that he could vaguely see his soul spitting out of his mouth.

Already crashed.

Policewoman: "...what's the matter?" It seemed that the whole person was dumbfounded because of the impact.

Wu Zhenzai poked Tangun's spit-out soul with great interest, and tried to stuff it back: "Oh, the person who died for love is not my date, and the person you notified is his date. Wait for him to come, It is estimated that he will be served by a hatchet... Is that probably the case?"

Well, it is not certain whether it is Tangun or the writer Jae who is served by the hatchet.

It's super fun to watch yourself!

The policewoman looked at Tangun, remained silent, and then said, "Scumbag."