[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

"Does Ayako know about Shirota Hiroo?"

I nodded, "He is a Japanese history teacher in class B of the second year, and his eyes are very obscene." With my thumb pressed against my lips, I pondered for a moment, "Yesterday he asked Reika Kato to go to his office after school. The other three people with her should I also followed..."

"That's right, and there was a conflict in the office," Dazai shrugged, as if he saw something dirty. "Yesterday evening Hiroo Shirota came to me with blood all over his face, his expression was like the garbage in the pond, it would be better to sink to the bottom."

"So Takano's death has something to do with him?"

"It's related to his wife, his ex-wife Harumi Matsukura. This man is a scum among men." Dazai pointed to several reports on the table.

The photos in the report are blurry, but the text is clear.

"The reason for the divorce is that Matsukura Harumi lost her fertility?"

"That's one of the reasons, it was news at the time." Dazai took out a card and handed it to me.

The newspaper has been cut, and the edges of the paper are slightly crumpled and yellow. There is no specific name mentioned in the text, only a mosaic photo.

The background of the photo is a dark basement. The woman is lying on the tatami, the dark red blood under her body has dried up.

There are a few notes next to the overall dark tone of the photo:

Ms. x was imprisoned in the basement by her husband because of differences of opinion with her husband. She was overthinking and caused a miscarriage. Ms. x asked her husband for help, but he ignored her, and eventually missed the best time for treatment and lost her reproductive function.

Dazai tapped the table with his fingertips: "The so-called disagreement is just a high-sounding reason, and the Shirota family can be regarded as a local snake in this area. Hiroo Shirota intends to marry his wife as a female student, but after being rejected by his wife, he caused his wife to have a miscarriage It’s not about being on stage.”

"In this case, Matsukura Harumi should hate Shirota Hiroo, why..." I looked at the old newspaper in my hand, and a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, "She is psychologically unbalanced, jealous of young and fertile female students, That's why you let Shirota Hiroo do nothing and even help him deal with the aftermath?"

"That's right, if it's an ordinary female student, most of them won't be able to resist, or they will be suppressed by the Shirota family soon after they resist."

"But Takano can't be solved by Matsukura Harumi alone, right?"

"Of course it's impossible in normal times, but jealousy here can turn people into ghosts." Dazai's expression was like a smiling face drawn by a child on paper, bright and pale.He reached out and stroked the top of my hair: "While Takano was alone, the triangular ruler used for teaching hit his head hard, one after another, until his brain was broken. It's really scary."

"Crack!" I felt a chill behind my back, and opened Dazai's hand. "Mr. Dazai, you are too much, why are you touching my head, I feel like my head is going to explode!"

Dazai touched the back of his hand and made a tearful expression: "Little Ayako is so fierce."

"I can be more fierce!" I looked Dazai up and down, as if picking a place and preparing to strike.

Dazai raised his hands to signal him to admit defeat: "Last night, I used a little trick to make those people mistakenly think that we came from the same place as them. Although there are all speculations, it is more reassuring to confirm it again."

I scratched my cheek, and felt that Dazai had done everything by himself, and I had nothing to do with it. Dazai was joking when he said that I was the key point.

"What does Dazai-san need me to do?"

"I need the cooperation of Ayako." Dazai held my hand and lowered his head slightly, "Ayako is playing the role of a willful, arrogant and controlling young lady, and I—Osamu Dazai is the obedient and loyal lady behind the young lady. subordinate!"

"It's just a cliche... This kind of role-playing is not necessary at all." I took my hand out of Dazai's hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Isn't it possible?" The expectation in Dazai's eyes faded a little bit, and the long and thick eyelashes drooped, looking pitiful.

"It's not impossible..." I stepped back uncomfortably, feeling that I was a terrible sinner.

Dazai climbed up the pole, where he could not see the pitiful appearance just now, he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the pocket of his white coat and put them on the bridge of his nose. "Little Ayako, report our battle plan now!"

Mr. Dazai, keep your disappointment longer for me, hello!

"Yes, yes~ Today my identity is the proud eldest lady, and Mr. Dazai is a loyal dog begging for mercy. Our purpose is to obtain more information so that we can take the initiative."

"Very good, Ayako summed it up very well." Dazai applauded.

"But Dazai-san, I have a question..."

"Ok?"

"Is the script you gave a bit strange... Is the eldest lady and the loyal dog's subordinates acting in a TV series?"

"It's the document that Ayako sent me last time. I have read it carefully."

I was stunned for a while, then gasped: "Have you finished reading it?!"

Some time ago, Mr. Dazai suddenly sent me a message: Ayako, do you know how to please beautiful women?

Me: Read the book list I made, and learn from the hero in it, you will be a heartthrob in the future!

Attachment: "Missy and Her Loyal Dogs"

"Two or three things about cute girls in love"

"The Evolution of Cuscuta"

……

This is the Tianlei Marysu book list listed by sand sculpture netizens. I sent all of them to Mr. Dazai, but I didn’t expect him to really have the time to read it =. =

"Yeah, how about the dodder girl and her domineering boyfriend? Ayako is perfectly capable."

"...Just pretend that Mr. Dazai is praising me. I can do the script, Mrs. Dazai, can you do it?"

"What impolite words are you talking about, Ayako?"

"Oh yes, I apologize."

"Little Ayako's apology is not sincere at all!"

"All right, all right, Mr. Dazai is very good!"

At the same time, there were only three people left in the back row of the classroom - Reika Kato and two short men, they were in an empty classroom.

"Ancheng! This time there is another team, why didn't you say it earlier, now that Takano is dead, what should we fight against the other side?" Mean like.

The only decent combat power in their team is the dead Takano.

"I was tied to the chair by that man all night, what do you want me to say!" An Cheng's teeth were chattering, the more he thought about it, the more he became unconvinced, Dazai tied him very firmly, there seemed to be gaps, the rope But the more he struggled, the tighter he buckled.

They are all on the same team. If he was arrested, it would mean suffering for his teammates!If it weren't for the ghost exorcism props in the village, the skills are still useful in this game, let's see how he deals with him!

The two looked bored, and the two of them almost wanted to do it here.

Kato Reika looked at the nail pattern on her fingertips, and she was quite disdainful to the two men: "Hey, you two take a look at yourself in the mirror, the other side is holding our hole card, don't want to think about how to beg for mercy and let them go, and argue first Get up...heh."

Ancheng and the village stopped their confrontation, and the original gloomy eyes became even more hostile: "What kind of woman are you, you were just a bitch before you were alive, and now you are still educating me?!"

"Hmph, so what about a bitch, the opposite is a man, I am a woman, and I am a mature and beautiful woman." Kato Reika didn't care, gently stroked her face and raised her eyebrows provocatively, "No matter how you look at it, I survived you The possibility is high."

"Oh! Don't be too happy too early. That man said that he would come to us when his eldest lady wakes up, and let us wait! There is a young lady at home who is willing to pay attention to you?" An Cheng used to know The glib tongue flatters the 'big shot', and he doesn't forgive anyone when he is in a hurry.

"you!"

With a gloomy face in the village, he stood up and kicked over the table: "Okay! You guys stop arguing!"

I stepped on the round-toed leather shoes and showed the energy to deal with the etiquette teacher arranged by the family. I raised my chin slightly, and my posture was gentle and elegant.

With a circle of roses around me, I should be as flirtatious as my fastidious cousin.

Dazai was half a step behind me, and after his smile subsided, his whole body smelled like blood.

Standing behind me, Dazai feels more oppressive than the dean standing next to me during the exam, maybe this is the aura.