I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

————Fake script.

Dazai Haruko held the black-haired boy's hand and walked down the dim corridor.

Two people walked towards me. One of them, a man in a white coat, seemed to understand something and said, "How are you doing?"

"Very good." The woman tilted her head and smiled, "Very good."

It was very good. She saw Nakahara Chuuya in the main world. It was exactly the same as what Mr. Mori said.

"Don't you want to bring him back?"

Dazai Haruko's eyes darkened slightly, "He will not leave with us." There are also bonds in the Central Plains of that world, and he will not leave easily.

Moreover, he is not Chuuya, not her partner.

Mori Ogai was stunned for a moment, chuckled for a while and shook his head, but he also guessed what she was thinking.

He lowered his head and introduced to the young man following him: "Chuuya, this is Dazai-kun. You can also call her Hariko-chan. She used to be from our Minato."

Dazai Haruko lowered her eyes and stared deeply at the bewildered young man.

The kite-colored eyes were full of coldness, and the next second, false tenderness appeared in them.

"Zhongya, look, Fumiya looks a lot like me."

"He's our son~" The tall woman smiled and pushed the black-haired boy who looked similar to her forward to hug her, but the orange-haired boy didn't respond to her.

He looked at her quietly for one second, two seconds, then suddenly jumped on the man in the white coat, buried his head and said nothing.

The woman's smile froze for a second, and then she nodded naturally to the man, "Then Wen Ye and I will take our leave first, Mr. Mori."

Mori Owai smiled silently and naturally touched the soft hair of the boy in his arms, "Zhongya, you can't be so rude, you have to be a good boy."

The orange-haired boy whose hair was messed up by him was afraid to look up, for fear that the man would abandon him, so he mustered up the courage to look at the woman again. "H-hello..."

The voice was weak, but the woman still heard it, and a dark color appeared in her eyes, which turned into a flawless smile on her lips in the blink of an eye, "It's not okay for Chuuya to be so timid, you better be more lively."

"Maybe the memory was imported incorrectly, and there's nothing we can do about it." Mori Ogai said helplessly, and the truth he said was shocking.

What they originally wanted was a perfectly resurrected Nakahara Chuuya, not a newborn with superficial powers.

But he is the only successful miracle. Even if he has flaws, you can still see them, right?

Dazai Hariko laughed out loud, "There is really nothing we can do." Regardless of regrets or not, people always have to move forward.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Mori."

"Goodbye, Dazai-kun."

Mori Ogai held the orange-haired boy's hand and walked further and further away. The tall woman closed her eyes lightly, "It's disgusting to still call Dr. Mori the old name. She is obviously a girl."

He was talking nonsense, but he seemed to be crying.

The black-haired boy looked at her quietly, her tired face reflected in his sea-blue eyes.

He knows.

I am not their child.

Rather - the semi-finished product in the DNA replication experiment of Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Haruko.

His original name is: Chuya No. 28.

Now his name is Wen Ye.

It can be Chinese or Dazai.

Dazai is the father.

He is a son.

Only by playing this role well is the meaning of his birth.

After all, all companions without superpowers have been destroyed.

As the second experimental subject with successful powers, he knows his position very well.

The calmness on the young man's face was broken. He held the woman's hand with an imperceptible timidity in his expression of dependence, and said in a soft voice, "Dad, let's go home."

"It's dad. Wen can't call him mom, because the slug is small and short, and he is the mother." In the memory, the gentle woman with long hair held his cheeks with her hands and smiled beautifully, "Next time If you call me wrong again, the text will be useless."

If it is no longer useful it should be destroyed.

So, remember it.

The woman turned back and looked at the face that belonged to her when she was 16 years old. Her fingers gently touched those sea-blue eyes. When the boy couldn't help but close his eyes, she said: "Let's go to the Armed Detective Agency with me." Odasaku will definitely like you."

"Ah."

You like it, I'm living a good life.

The blue eel never committed suicide again.

Under the sun, the woman held the boy's hand and walked farther and farther,

The shadow follows him like a shadow.

It looks like a threesome.