My name is Dazai

The social animal Ango's hand touched the writer Ango's glasses.

The memory on the glasses immediately flooded into his mind.

The social animal Ango didn't care about Tangun and those "Dazai Osamu" things.

The first thing that flooded into his memory was the writer Zai and Tangun sitting in a bar talking about literature and art... The social animal Ango was not interested in these, so he quickly skipped over, and then found the information he was looking for - Shibusawa Tatsuhiko power crystals and skulls.

Did it really fall into Tangun's hands?

Separate your abilities...

Yasuko felt that Tangun's supernatural power was a little different from other supernatural beings with humanoid supernatural powers, and the form of supernatural powers was different from what he thought.

Mori Ogai's abilities are separated, but there is only one Alice, which means that no matter how many personal settings he sets for his abilities, they are essentially the same ability body.

But Tangun's abilities were separated, and it was several Dazai rulers.

Suddenly, his ability intercepted a scene - the writer An Wu raised his head and looked at the leader Zai: "What's the matter with you?"

Wearing a red scarf, Osamu Dazai had eyes like looking down on all beings and seeing through time. He smiled lightly, but there was no positive emotion in his smile: "It's nothing, just say hello to Ango Sakaguchi."

Social animal Anwu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Instead of saying hello to the writer "Ango Sakaguchi", I say hello to "Ango Sakaguchi" from the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

The memory goes further, and it is the memory of the writer Ango being summoned.

Social animal Ango thought this was the end, but he suddenly felt more memory flow.

He leans over.

One year, two years, five years, ten years...

The writer Ango has a similar core with him, and the social animal Ango was almost overwhelmed by this memory.

He let go of his hand suddenly and sat down on the ground.

"Auxiliary officer!"

"Ah, can I have my glasses back?" writer Ango asked drunkenly.

Just now when the social animal Ango was sitting on the ground, he accidentally pulled off the writer Ango's glasses, which also woke up the writer Ango.

"Here, hangover tea." The social animal Ango handed the hangover tea to the writer Ango.

Although he had a headache, he had prepared this thing a long time ago. He wanted to interrogate the writer Ango who was alone. He didn't want to talk to a drunk drunk, so he prepared sober tea, but he just used the theory of degeneration to get it from the glasses. The information is simply too large.

"Ha..." The writer An Wu rubbed his eyes, opened the can, took a sip, and said naturally, "I'm hungry."

It's like being in your own home.

Ango, a social animal, felt that his head was hurting, and he didn't want to get along with this troublesome self. Although he didn't get along for a long time before, he had a deep understanding of the fact that "Ango Sakaguchi" and Dazai could get together: "What do you want to eat? Talk to them. I'll pay."

He wandered off to write the report.

The writer Anwu looked at the bodyguard of the social animal Anwu, lowered his head and touched his chin in thought: "I'm so hungry, it must be that I haven't eaten all day."

The subordinates of the social animal Ango did not pay attention to the writer Ango's soliloquies.

"If you eat all curry and rice..."

Would you like a curry rice and other rice?The subordinate of the social animal Ango thought casually.

"Well, the gyudon rice seems to be good too..."

"Then let's have fifty servings of curry rice and fifty servings of beef donburi!" Writer Ango raised his hands, with fingers spread out in both hands, as if comparing two "fives", "All count in 'me' on the account."

After the social animal Ango came out of the abyss of the social animal, he found that the room where "self" was placed was noisy.

"What happened..." He suddenly stopped.

The writer An Wu ate like a ruthless rice cooking machine, eating a portion in three or two strokes, and greeted other people in the supernatural secret service department with enthusiasm: "Come and eat, I can't eat by myself." Finished."

The room was full of large and small lunch boxes, many of which were already empty.

To be conservative, social animal Ango thought there were at least sixty boxes of lunch inside.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki held a box of curry rice in her hand. She was already full after eating half of it, but was infected by the spirit of the writer Ango's dry rice and ate the whole portion.

"Ah, you're back!" The writer Ango twisted his butt, made room for the social animal Ango, and gave him a box of curry rice, "Come and eat some."

Social animal Anwu's hand holding the spoon trembled slightly: "How much did you order!"

"I just arrived in a new place and wanted to meet some people, so I planned to have a small party." Writer An Wu sighed, "It's a pity that you seem to be very busy here, so not many people come."

The social animal Ango took a bite of curry and felt that he was about to be full.

"So I ordered a hundred copies!" the writer Ango said loudly.

Social animal Anwu's eyes went dark, he stayed up all night and was furious, causing him to pass out directly.

"Auxiliary officer! Assistant officer!"

The people around all rushed forward, those who should pinch people, those who should go to find first-aid equipment.

"What's the matter with you?" The writer An Wu held the beef bowl with one hand, and shook the angry social animal next to him with the other hand.

An Wu, a social animal, is unconscious.

The social animal Ango was dragged away.

Writer Ango sighed: "Hey, is work so hard?"

Hard enough to pass out so there is still time to think about life and philosophy?

The people on the side looked sideways.

The work is indeed hard, but the assistant officer is the emperor of the liver, even if the brain is asleep, the body must work hard.

The fainting is not because of work, but because you are too irritating.

Adults will also break down. After working overtime for a long time and with a lot of documents, they finally go ashore to catch their breath, only to find that the people on the shore are ruining their wallets and wasting the money they earned from selling their livers, and they will faint from anger.

"It's so pitiful, this is squandering my life, and I will be bald sooner or later." The writer Ango felt sad for another self, and then ate the remaining sixty meals in sorrow.

Following the doubts of "Is Ango Sakaguchi asleep?", the Ability Secret Service Section has a new unsolved mystery - "How much curry rice can Ango Sakaguchi eat?"

Hearing this unsolved mystery, the social animal Ango who came back to life almost fainted again.

I and myself are absolutely incompatible!