The salted fish of strength supremacy

The night is dark, and the autumn night is chilly. A man wearing a heavy cloak is walking on the night road. He seems to be in poor health. This man will cough after walking for a while, his voice is very depressed, full of fragility Feeling lonely under the dim street lights.

"Sir?" The hero patrolling the street trotted over, and he politely opened a distance of one meter, "Are you all right?"

The person in front put down his hand covering his mouth, and turned his head slowly. The hero saw this person's slightly haggard face and those dark purple eyes. Gentle or sarcastic smile, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"It's fine." The hero nodded, and then said quite responsibly, "If possible, please don't go out casually, especially at night, are you lost? Do you need my help to take you home? "

"No need." Fyodor shook his head, "I'll be home after walking this way."

The hero glanced ahead. He looked at the road and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that the location was not far away. "Well, please go home early. If you are sick, you should go to the hospital."

Fyodor tilted his head, "You are such a nice person."

"This is the job of a hero!"

Turning around and continuing to walk forward, Fyodor put his hands back into the cloak. He walked in the darkness with a low and elegant voice, "The most important thing in this world is good people."

Seeing Fyodor disappear at the end of the street, the hero sighed, he turned and walked to the next street to continue patrolling, "He said he was fine, he coughed enough to smell blood, this is no longer the level of a common cold , but is the world free from too serious diseases?"

"Is it genetic degeneration without personality?"

Standing at the door, Fyodor looked at the door. After a while, he tilted his head, put his cold hand on the door, pushed the door slightly, and it was pushed open. A familiar person sat on the sofa with his back facing him. , Today's news was broadcast on the TV in front of him, as usual, most of them were interviews with heroes.

"I am back."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka pressed the remote control, and the screen turned off instantly. He stood up and turned to look at the person who had already entered and closed the door.

To be honest, it was an accident to return to the world of personality this time, and it was also an accident to bring Fyodor here. After being surprised that this person actually dared to jump into the portal without knowing his life or death, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji discovered this world The most incompatible point with Fyodor.

This heroic society is very fragile. Those seemingly normal or even well-executed actions in this world are stupider than idiots in Fyodor's eyes. He can find countless loopholes and use countless methods to make them easily The whole world is messed up.

Fyodor, who regards the ability as a sin and expects to destroy it, will not be surprised to do such a thing.

"Are you worried about me?" Fyodor had a smile in his eyes, as if he was delighted by Ayanokōji Kiyotaka's attitude, "Don't worry, I'm really good, I've listened to what you said, even if It doesn't matter if it's a sin, even if it's mixed with sin."

"As long as you're here, Ayanokouji."

Fyodor took off the cloak on his body, and then walked over step by step. His lips were a little white because of the cold, and there was a trembling timbre in the voice he exhaled, which made him feel particularly aggrieved.

However, no one knows better than Ayanokouji Qingtaka what kind of dark existence this person in front of him is. At most, he can only half believe what he said. Those false factors are hidden in the small-scale details in his words. If you believe it Will be guided by him step by step towards destruction.

"Alive?"

"Of course I'm still alive." Fyodor said with his hands behind his back, "I just lost my way a little bit. After asking kind people to show me the way, I went back immediately, although I somewhat overestimated my ability to move."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka didn't bother to worry about where he went or who he met, "Clean yourself up, I can smell the bloody smell on your body standing here."

"Oh? Really?" Fyodor raised his arm and sniffed it, and then he said as if he had suddenly realized, "Did that kind hero think that I was coughing up blood, so he gently suggested that I go to the hospital?"

As he spoke, he sighed, "Everyone in this world is a good person."

Obviously lamenting that the hero is a good man with a gentle face, but that's not what he said in his eyes, those deep purple eyes were full of indifference, he deliberately made the hero think that he was coughing up blood, to come To cover up the smell of blood on his body, so ah.

Fyodor is a self-aware hypocrite.

"You can talk so much, it seems that your actions are going well." Ayanokōji Kiyotaka threw the things in his hands to him, "The medicine that Aizawa-sensei asked me to bring back is for you to take every day."

"Thank you, Mr. Hero, for me."

"Of course it didn't go so smoothly, because there is a very wonderful thing here." Fyodor sat next to Ayanokōji Kiyotaka, "It's amazing that there is no discrimination and prejudice against personality, because I am a person without personality So it showed a lot of doubts, and it took a lot of effort to get it done."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka leaned on the sofa, "You also hit a wall sometimes."

"Of course, isn't Ayanokōji-kun the biggest wall I've encountered?" Fyodor teased, "By the way, I found a piece of news when I was out, and I always found it very interesting. Have you heard about it?"

"what news?"

"A message about dead souls."

Fyodor turned on the phone, and after flipping through it a few times, he found a piece of audio. The moment he clicked to play, a piercing sound came.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka frowned slightly, Fyodor smiled and motioned him to continue listening.

Soon, the piercing voice disappeared, and a not-so-clear voice came from inside. The voice was very steady. It should be a serious young man. Even if he was confused, he could hear the man's voice very powerful. He threw a heavy object on the table. , followed by an angry scolding sound.

"Damn it, it's it again! The news can't be suppressed! Is there really undead in this world?!"

The voice stopped abruptly, Fyodor picked up the phone, tapped the lighted screen with his slender and pale fingertips, and said to Kiyotaka Ayanokouji with a smile:

"Listen, it's so much fun."

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka can distinguish the voice in this audio. This is a hero who has risen this year. He has a good approval rating and has opened his own hero office. In this world of hero rankings, he is in full swing, and is called the most popular by the media. A new hero who has the potential to step into the forefront.

"Where did you get it?" Ayanokōji Kiyotaka looked at him.

"It was in the hands of an intelligence dealer. I asked about the specific situation. It seems that there is a ghost appearing in the world, avenging himself."

Fyodor put the phone back, "But in fact, the ghost is not the point, the point is the news."

"Associating honorific titles with professions can easily lead to this situation. As a hero, he chooses to conceal information in order to protect his position. In this case, should it be said that this person is disqualified as a hero, or...he is ashamed of his profession as a hero?" Woolen cloth?"

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The popular approval rate is very important for a hero. It is the foundation of being a hero. Although it is strange, if you want more income and move your ranking forward, you must do everything possible Come and become the most popular hero.

A hero is also a human being, and this is just a job. He took such a big risk to fight against the enemy for the sake of fame and fortune. The so-called desire to help everyone has long since disappeared under the successive blows. He is just an ordinary person, not a genius, nor a genius. There is no gritty heart.

So, creating a hero figure who can solve any commission seems to solve all problems.

But not this time...

After concealing it for half a month, the hero Changdao Yuan looked at the information in front of him sadly. This is the fifth person who died in his jurisdiction. The number of deaths is increasing, but he has nothing to use clues.

How to do? !

Trembling, he took out his mobile phone, and Changdaoyuan made a call, and was picked up the moment the call was broadcast, the other party did not speak, only a slight breathing sound could be heard.

"Sir, what should I do?" Chang Daoyuan grabbed his hair, "I can't hide it anymore. The hero in the same office is looking at me wrongly. If I can't find any clues, I have to contact the Heroes Association. Ask them to send other heroes, so..."

"So why not look for other heroes?"

Chang Daoyuan froze for a moment, "But sir, in this case, my approval rate..."

"No." The voice on the phone was elegant and gentle, with a sense of calmness, which calmed Chang Daoyuan's restless heart, "You are just asking for help, as long as you are the one who solves the case in the end , then you can still solve all the entrusted heroes."

Chang Daoyuan opened his mouth slightly, "But if this is the case, they will definitely ask me why I kept it hidden for so long."

"Don't worry, I will help you." The voice on the other side lowered, "I will send you an address right away, that will be the best reason."

"Thank you!" Chang Daoyuan stood up suddenly, "Sir, you have helped me so much, thank you so much!"

Fyodor hung up the phone, casually sent last night's address to an email address, he put the phone back in his pocket, and then walked slowly towards the gate of Xiongying High School, the end of general subjects is coming soon, so come to pick him up occasionally A friend who is on the tip of my heart really has a very strange feeling.

The wind lifted the cloak on him, Fyodor felt the autumn wind blow through his body instantly, and his whole body was cold.

It was amazing that he would indulge in this feeling, with a kind of joy that even he couldn't understand.

Ayanokōji Kiyotaka was really his cage... Let him walk in voluntarily, and never want to come out again.