[Time: the first 63 days]

The young man held the pen in his bony hands, and wrote a series of fluent and meaningful words in the notebook.

[There are still 63 days before the story of the little hero begins, and the synchronization rate between me and my body has reached 75%. With the further improvement of the synchronization rate, the side effects are also gradually increasing, such as insomnia, tinnitus, self-destructive tendencies, sadism, and severe Suicidal thoughts plagued me, and occasionally when I dreamed back at midnight, I would think about why "I" was alive. ]

He stopped writing, and the nib of the pen dropped a dot of ink on the paper. After thinking for a while, he continued to write:

[This body itself does not have the desire to survive, or "I" does not think that life and death are very important things. My wandering mind and excessively high IQ make me easily stimulated and life-threatening. Attracted by the incident, I had a dream yesterday, and I also dreamed about the incident eight years ago. After waking up, the secretion of adrenal hormones was excessive, the nerve endings in the eyes beat abnormally, and the heartbeat speed reached 1 times per minute. Obviously, "I" in the body There is a part that desperately craves darkness]

[All this makes me doubt whether this body has the potential to become a hero. In fact, I think it is definitely easier to become a powerful behind-the-scenes villain!I hope that the headquarters can assign a more suitable body to be a hero when dispatching missions in the future! ]

["Osamu Dazai" self-record: Day 5340]

……

Shizuoka Prefecture, sandwiched between Tokyo and Osaka, is a city far away from the hustle and bustle.

——Compared to Tokyo, it is true.

The night dream made Mr. A very unhappy. If he were to be called by his name in this life, it would be more appropriate to call him Osamu Dazai. 25% of his ordinary mind reminded him how unusual it was to be excited by "that incident".

Blood, struggles, hustle and bustle, and men who are going to die... all kinds of complicated pictures flashed through his mind, they were all fragmented, occasionally mixed with bloody scenes, if they were placed in the dreams of ordinary people, they would definitely make people The person with poor mental capacity screamed, but Osamu Dazai's expression did not change. On the contrary, he could only hear his heart beating with great vitality, as if he had been inspired by something. ,

After finishing his pen, he took off his pajamas and walked into the bathroom next to the bedroom. He turned on the faucet with his right hand, and the water was rushing. Morbidly pale.

His pupils are tea-brown, and the Japanese call them iris. This is a very gentle color, which matches Dazai Osamu's soft and almost delicate facial features, but if you look closely, you will feel that his eyes are very cold and very cold. Empty, as if there is nothing, and as if seeing through everything, all in all, a 15-year-old boy really shouldn't have these eyes.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror, a weird thought suddenly popped up in his mind: If it hits the mirror and shatters the flat mirror surface, the fragments pulled in all directions should slide down in a parabola, and the sharp fragments that stay in mid-air should It's easy to cut the carotid artery, right?

"Wow--" He reached out to catch the gurgling tap water, picked up a handful and patted his cheek with the cold water, in this way to wake himself up and block the terrible thoughts.

After a while, a helpless voice echoed in the narrow room: "Ah, I was about to commit suicide by accident..." How crazy is this body!

After washing up, he put on his old-school school uniform, buttoning his shirt tightly to the second-to-last button from bottom to top, leaving only the collar slightly open.You don't have to look back at the clock to know that it's 34:26 a.m. and there are [-] minutes until the school bell rings.

If the speed is fast, just step on it.

……

Here I have to introduce Mr. A's identity first. He considers himself a small public official in the Transit Bureau, and his job is to complete various tasks assigned by the Bureau.For a very long time, he has been the elite of the elite, with a [-]% completion rate on missions.

Perhaps his grades were too good, and the bureau's leaders placed too much expectations on him. The difficulty of the task increased step by step, and the requirements for him became more and more stringent.

——For example this time.

Mr. A was walking to school, he opened the task panel, the square screen frame was hanging in the void, only he could see it, other people saw it at most but thought his gaze was a bit strange.

The task box is really shabby, there are only a few lines of text in the huge screen, and there are large blank spaces left.

[Mission: Become a Hero]

[Identity: Osamu Dazai (synchronization rate 75%)]

[Countdown: 63 days before the story of the little hero]

That's right, this is all the information he can get, a few vague keywords, a very problematic body, and a numerical synchronization rate.

What is the little hero, what is the plot, what kind of hero to become, what is the ability of this body, I don't know anything!

Seeing such a simple task panel for the first time, even Mr. A, who has been through a lot of weather, was blinded.Fortunately, he was tough and patient, and the system did not force him into a mature body, but grew up gradually from infancy.

——Then he realized that Osamu Dazai was indeed not a mortal, and this body was the best and most insane body he had ever used. The synchronization rate of 75% still made him unable to resist. Some things happened in his childhood, which once caused the synchronization rate to soar to 100%. What did he do during that time, Osamu Dazai is not willing to look back now.

It has nothing to do with the hero at all, and is even too much of a villain.

"Dazai-san! Dazai-san!" The voice of a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy came from the back of his head, and without turning his head, a bunch of small freckles appeared in Dazai's head.

"Good morning, Lu Gu-kun." Gentle words of greeting poured out of his mouth, and after a while of fierce pursuit, Lu Gu finally paralleled Dazai.He was delayed by something on the way, otherwise he wouldn't have met Osamu Dazai.

Green Valley's eyes wandered around his face, and landed on the newly bandaged neck: "What happened to your neck...?"

"Neck?" Dazai's eyes were bent, his voice was as light as ever, and his footsteps almost floated, "Ah, I discovered a suicide method yesterday, which is to tie a tie knot and strangle it all the way up. It is said that it can be suffocated in pain Die." He seemed a little distressed, "But the quality of the tie issued by the school is not very good. Before sending me to the bliss, my neck was broken, leaving a little scar."

Green Valley's expression remained on his face, and he said with a smirk, "Is that so..." That expression clearly believed a little bit, but rejected most of it, and Osamu Dazai caught his little bit with the tip of his ear. Nian: "If the neck is injured, the vocal cords will also be damaged."

That's why Dazai likes Green Valley quite a lot. He is one of the few people who truly believes that he is constantly trying to commit suicide.

"You went out late." Osamu Dazai changed the subject, "What happened?"

Green Valley suddenly became excited: "Just now there is an enemy in the commercial street ahead."

"Hey, is it?" Although he said so, he was not at all curious. "What do you do again, robbing? Robbing a bank?" As long as people have too much power, it is easy to have bad intentions. After abilities became the mainstream of society, more and more powerful dregs of society began to use their brains and go astray.

"It's to grab the ATM." Green Valley took out his notebook from the side of his bag. His schoolbag was bulging and weighed heavily on his back. He was a bit stooped, completely different from Osamu Dazai.

Dazai was carrying an old-fashioned square leather bag with only a few books in it.

"However, that enemy's ability is rare." Green Valley said, "It can fuse itself with the car, just like the popular Autobot in the last century, Megatron Optimus Prime."

After Oulumite was born, even American comics after the [-]th century set off a popular frenzy. Who told him that he was dressed in the style of a superman in the golden age? Green Valley House is very standard, so naturally he will not let it go Ancient beauty.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone, and sure enough, the first thing on the local news feed was the robbery incident.

He touched his chin: "Mr. Lugu, did you witness the whole process of the incident?"

"That's right!" Green Valley was very excited, not only the voice, but also the freckles on his face and the curly hair like a sheep jumped up, "The one who solved the incident was the veteran hero Death Scarlet Fist who hit the enemy with heavy punches, in the latest test The limit of his wrist strength is about [-] kilograms, and the body of the Autobot is made of metal, which cannot withstand his attacks, and the enemy can be eliminated with three punches and two kicks."

"Ding dong——" the notification sounded on the mobile phone, and Osamu Dazai glanced at it. There was a new development in the incident, and he read the latest alarm directly without making a fuss, "The real personality of the Autobot is [Traffic possession], not only The car, as long as it comes into contact with the means of transportation, can be integrated. In the process of escorting him with a police car, he successfully injured the police and snatched the police car. Now he is fleeing to Shizuoka First Park.”

"Shizuoka First Park..."

Osamu Dazai said in a very relaxed tone: "It's in the direction we are." It was too late and then quickly, the police car lights flashed red and made a sound of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-" was it too late to say it, and the car turned into a tire. For the legs, cross a series of driving cars at super high speed.

The two happened to be walking at a crossroads. There was a wide road in front of them. The cars on the road were like flowing water and horses. The enemy stepped on the gap between the cars to cross the street. If he was in a hurry, he stepped on the roof of the car.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

"Kang Dang——" There was a sound of metal crashing when the car was overturned.

"Get out of the way!" The police belatedly reminded.

"Dodge, dodge, dodge! Crush you to death!" The enemy frantically threatened.

In terms of casualties, it was a scene like hell on earth. Even the nerve-wracked green valley was stunned. The passers-by on the road that the Autobots must pass through were like driven cattle and sheep, screaming and fleeing.

In the chaos, the lady wearing high heels broke her heel. After staggering, she couldn't adjust her balance for a while, and fell to the ground abruptly.

The enemy suddenly had a brain. He realized that taking a hostage was the perfect way to control the hero. His left hand made of steel reached out to the woman.

Who, who will save her!Green Valley stopped. He originally wanted to run, but when he turned his head, he caught the fallen figure of the lady, and saw her eyes full of pleading for help.

I should help her, just, just give her a hand...

A careless voice came from the back of his head in the deserted, like a bucket of cold water pouring down from Lu Gu's head, even the blood in his heart was poured cold: "What do you want to do, Mr. Lu Gu?" The voice was too calm, as if he couldn't see the bewildered crowd or the chaotic streets, Midoriya Izuku subconsciously looked back at his classmates.

For him, the alleyway echoing with the heart-piercing cries of people is no different from the quiet commercial street in the early morning.

"For people like us without personality, it's pretty good to be able to protect ourselves." He showed a creepy smile in front of his eyes, "If you run out rashly, you will cause trouble for the hero, Mr. Lugu doesn't want that either. Isn't it a burden to be a hero?"

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Sync rate 84%]

The author has something to say: the article has been opened!My goal is to try not to ooc!

At present, the character of Heizai refers to the official novel "Dazai and the Dark Age", which is biased towards Heizai, deep and cruel hhh

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