disqualified hero

Until May Thirty one

11: 00am

"The above is the entire report of this incident." Asuka stood upright, with his head bowed humbly. He was standing in a confined space. The lights in the office were brightly lit, but the curtains used to cover the windows were all lowered. This is the 39th floor, no one should be able to snipe, but it is still necessary to take precautions and not give the enemy any opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Thank you, Asuka." Taneda Shantouhuo sat behind his desk. He was only in his fifties, and his hair had all fallen out. The kind elders of the neighbors.With Asuka's level, he can only see him from a distance during the reward banquet. The clearer images are all found from internal documents. Asuka has been in the military and police system for many years, and he never thought that there would be a day when he would report directly to his immediate superior.

"No, I'm ashamed." Asuka said [-], "Mr. Dazai did both reasoning and finding criminals, and I just followed behind to help."

"Due to my mistake, I lost two outstanding members of the military and police. I am extremely sorry."

Not only did the chief farmer not criticize Asuka, but he also comforted him with a few words, full of emotion and sincere words, no matter whether the other party was sincere or not, these words were more than enough to impress his subordinates.

"Last question, Asuka-kun." Chief Taneda asked, "Do you think Dazai-kun is worthy of your trust?"

[Trust...do you...]

……

Until May Thirty one

22: 10pm

[Catch up! ]

[Must catch up! ]

The car raced faster and faster, the unmodified engine hummed dying, the traffic police were alarmed, they followed several police cars and motorcycles behind the car, the flashing red and blue slaps were too eye-catching, and even worse Not to mention the loud sirens.Asuka knew that this was not going to work, the street where this year's home was located was too quiet, not to mention four sirens all at once, even one sound could pierce the silence in half the sky, he had to get rid of these people.

He borrowed the car, so there was no spare siren in the car, and it was too time-consuming to stop and show his ID to explain his identity. He understood very clearly that "time is life".

"Let me do it." The spectator sitting in the back seat suddenly spoke. He squeezed into the passenger seat through the gap with an extremely light gesture. When he saw his action, the steering wheel under Asuka almost slipped.

[Too dangerous! ]

"It's too dangerous!" he shouted in a trembling voice.

[Will I die in a car accident before reaching Sasaki? ]

"Anxin, Anxin." Osamu Dazai knew what he wanted to say without expressing his worries, "Believe in my driving skills, I will definitely be able to shake them off smoothly."

"Remember to hold on to the handlebars."

Nailed the handle on the car window, Osamu Dazai's legs were so long that he could easily step on the gas pedal in the passenger seat, the steering wheel was held in his hand, and Asuka's hand had already been knocked off.

The engine roared again. If it was just dying, now it was the last roar before it was on the verge of collapse. The pointer of the speedometer went all the way down, almost crossing the critical point.

Asuka felt his body shake violently. He was thankful that he was wearing a seat belt. Every cell in his body was screaming for danger, so he didn't hesitate, and directly grabbed the handle, and the next second the giant steel beast roared and attacked. With a twisted posture, he walked through the alleys where private cars were not allowed to pass.

Speeding and driving in violation of regulations, in just a few minutes, the man next to him staged a fast and furious performance, with superb skills comparable to stuntmen, and they also managed to get rid of the others and rushed to this year's house.

His first reaction was to vomit, and the strong dizziness tormented Asuka's brain and stomach. He suppressed his desire to vomit forcefully with willpower, and staggered into this year's house.

He didn't even knock on the door. Asuka guessed that if he knocked on the door, the criminal would take advantage of it. At this time, the best way is to break through directly and restrain the suspect.

A strong sense of responsibility and respect for his subordinates burned in his heart, and in a short time overwhelmed his physical discomfort. Asuka settled down and kicked the old room door wide open. Seeing how passionate he was, Osamu Dazai Naturally, it was impossible to step forward to help, but followed behind Asuka like a ghost, poking around outside the door.

He saw a long aisle and a bloody flower in a vase at the end of the aisle.

Shuji Tsushima turned out from the room, he blinked his eyes and said nothing, Asuka breathed a sigh of relief, he preconceived that Shuji Tsushima was here, he was still alive, then Sasaki and his wife must be alive too .

Sasaki is a kind person, and his fighting lessons are very good. He will never cause irreversible trauma to this year's wife. The biggest possibility is that he has restrained her.

Asuka slowed down and walked down the aisle chanting "Sasaki! Sasaki!"

[ah. ] Osamu Dazai had a completely different idea.

He saw Shuji Tsushima smiled, that smile was for himself, like two curves carved abruptly on the plain white human body mask, the smiles drawn by kindergarten children are nothing more than this, but the curves are too standard, and the face is too Quiet, so the cute innocence of the children's paintings disappeared, and it only made people feel scared.

That was really not the smiling face that a human being should show, he was like a puppet, his smile was too standard, and his maliciousness was too deep.

So Osamu Dazai knew that it was too late and it was over.

"Asuka." The adult said, and finally there was no smile on his face. Now he is expressionless, and he is not serious, but when Dazai stares at people with dull eyes, it will always make the people who are being followed feel heartbroken. Chill, and so is his voice, flat and straightforward, like a well-set electronic sound.Asuka was shaken by the shout, instinctively felt bad, but couldn't control his pace, so he didn't look back, but said to Osamu Dazai: "I'll talk about it later, Mr. Dazai, let me find Sasaki first."

He passed Shuji Tsushima, the child had been standing in the corridor, and when he got closer, he realized that there was a door beside him, which might lead to the living room or dining room according to the layout of a house.

"Are you really going in?" the child who looked like Osamu Dazai asked him, Asuka still thought Shuji Tsushima was Osamu Dazai's son, maybe an illegitimate child, and Osamu Dazai didn't seem to be married.

He lowered his head and gave Shuji Tsushima a look, but in the next second he suddenly felt creepy.

[What does it feel like? ] he asked himself.

The way the child looked at him was really weird. If the older one stared at him with only a slight sense of disobedience, the younger one made no secret of his weirdness. His eyelashes were long and flickering, and his eyes were almond-shaped. Because he was still a child, his eyes looked big on his small face, but his tall nose bridge and thin lips undoubtedly looked like an adult.

[I am hairy all over. ]

Asuka thought of the case they handled a year ago. They caught a perverted murderer with a high IQ. He committed 18 cases in a row, causing countless deaths and injuries. Moreover, that guy was a pleasure criminal. There is a purpose, and the eyes he looks at people are no different from the eyes he looks at pork. At that time, Asuka took several other subordinates to arrest him. Before getting into the car, the man barely took off his hood with his handcuffed hands and took a look at them.

[I will never forget that look in my life. ]

And now Shuji Tsushima looked at him more than a murderer.

"Yes." He said timidly.

"Ah." Shuji Tsushima said, "Beware of evil spirits."

Almost the second after he spoke, the ghosts that only existed in ancient books roared and rushed out. Asuka didn't see them clearly, but the ferocious ghost horns and blue-faced fangs are not what humans have.

[Is it a different ability? ] In the nick of time, his previous training experience worked. Asuka didn't delay for a second, drew his gun, shot, and a series of movements flowed like clouds and flowing water.

The evil spirits were repulsed, they were injured but did not die, after a brief repair, they stepped forward, roared and charged at humans again, Asuka also settled down, he had to look directly at the scene in front of him, admitting that he was still in the world, Evil ghosts are not their own illusions.

[Different abilities. ]

A slender figure suddenly stood between him and the evil spirit.

[Human disqualification. ]

The ghost's body suddenly disappeared like a part of an ukiyo-e scroll.

[Just now that was...]

Before Asuka had time to think about it, he was gripped by a sense of tension. He realized that no matter whether the evil spirit just now had supernatural powers or a part of the world that could not be explained by science, when attacking ordinary humans, the person being attacked would be There will be absolutely no defense, and the thought scares him, so he can't spend his time on Tsujima Shuji, rushing into the messy dining room in three steps at a time.

Osamu Dazai didn't go forward, he stood at the door and looked at Shuji Tsushima, and the child no longer had to face him with an expressionless sad face.

"If you smile like this, it will be annoying." Dazai Osamu said.

"Hey, is it?" Shuji Tsushima responded, "But I'm happy."

"I'm smiling because I'm happy." He raised his face, as if to let Osamu Dazai see more clearly, and suddenly there was an extremely tragic roar in the room, like a mourning roaring beast.

Amidst the sound of grief and indignation, Shuji Tsushima's smile became even weirder.

"You are like me, right." The young child made good use of his keen insight, "You are like me, you will not be sad for others' sadness, nor happy for others' happiness." He crooked The head said, "I have heard a saying that the so-called natural killers are not caused by the acquired environment, but are born with genetic defects. They have stronger memory and better learning ability. Superhumanity in science, logic, or other fields can simply be called a certain deformation of autism, but this deformation is heritable, and even passed as a dominant gene in the family."

"Father thinks that we are exactly the same. Actually, I don't want to admit it, but if we are exactly the same from a genetic point of view, don't you feel the same pleasure as me?"

Shuji Tsushima raised a hand, that hand was slender and white, it was a child's hand, and it was also a nobleman's hand, in short, it was not a working hand, nor a hand used to take people's lives.

He stared at the lines in the palm of his hand, as if looking at his own future, as if he had cracked the code of life and gained insight into the fate of others.

"I guessed it before Sasaki went out." He said, "guessing everything that will happen, this can be called a reasoning ability, but if the reasoning is done to the extreme, and it is understood by an overly young child, it will become a premonition Is it the same skill in the future? And those who have this ability are often not human. Simply put, even if it is judged by ordinary people, it is about to step into the realm of gods, or inhumans, right?"

He was not complacent, but described the status quo very calmly.

Dazai looked at him, neither happy nor sad.

[Cold as a god. ]

He thought: [Ah, I have finally released the monster. ]

……

"Do you trust?" Asuka thought a lot, thinking of Osamu Dazai's drag racing skills, his reasoning ability, the corpses of Sasaki and Izayoshi, and his figure standing between himself and the evil spirit.

"I think, yes," he said.

"Even though my trust in Mr. Dazai is blind, out of fear of him and worship of inhuman wisdom, in the final analysis, I trust him."

Asuka said, "He is someone I can trust."

……

Osamu Dazai sat at the desk.

He is reading a letter he has just written.

/ Lovely Mr. O:

Someone told me that I have to get rid of the poison in my heart.

Since we are human, we have limits, whether it is physically or mentally, no limit means immortality, but as long as it is a tangible thing that exists in the world, it will disappear one day, and human life is even shorter , from this perspective, death treats everyone equally.

The above knowledge is useless nonsense, I just want to demonstrate from this point of view, I will still grow, the limit of growth is death, because I have death, so I am human.The way of argumentation is very weird, please take it as a joke and listen to it.

Let’s talk about detoxification. If a person keeps holding back and does not detoxify, he will become a poisonous insect described by Kafka. Oh, even I don’t want to be such a disgusting creature. The skin is very important. I think I have a beautiful body. I rejoice in my skin, so many girls are obsessed with me because of it (not a lie).

But how to put it, even I have troubles. There are solutions, but there is no optimal solution. Each of them is long and cumbersome, which makes me very headache.

Do you still remember the kid I told you about before, I want to correct it, he is not a good kid now, and he is not worried with the naked eye, I once had some worst estimates for his future-no matter what This way of raising, as long as it is still under my wings, it will inevitably lead to this ending. The only difference is the length of time, but if it falls into the hands of others, I am not sure. After all, the warmth and strength in this world can melt the strong. There are too few heroes in Bing, and any fool who is not so righteous will be led to another road by him.

I actually knew it all the time, but I didn't want to say it. In retrospect, is this a new way to deceive myself to escape?If so, wouldn't I be reduced to a mediocre person among all living beings?

This is called "being vulgarized", which is not a good term.

Now all my worries have come true, the monster has been released, like opening Pandora's box, and a disaster has been born. I foresee with my eyes the disaster he will create, and countless people will die because of it. It's hard to tell if the box is closed again. I'm good at scheming, but because of this, I lack the ability to be sincere and move people. I have been learning from them, those people who have the power to move people's hearts.The teacher told me that as long as I am a human being, I have a sincere heart, which cannot be learned, but inborn.But alas, I was really not a very good student at this, and tried to love the child with all my strength and all the means at my disposal, but without much success.

I now have to admit this absurd fact that would make my enemies laugh out loud, and I failed.

It is very simple to admit one's failure in a letter, and the unspoken words can easily leave traces on paper when they are turned into words.

So now can you tell me what should I do?I have a heart that wants to help him, but I don't have the materials to match it. After all, I am not suitable for saving other people. Generally sitting high above the chessboard players, manipulating the chess pieces and waiting for the grand curtain call.

Maybe that's why I couldn't stop her.

Dear Mr. O, what do you think I should do.

your confused D/

Dazai bit the cap of the fountain pen for a while.

He said to himself: "If it was Mr. O, how would you reply?"

He switched hands and imitated other people's handwriting to write two lines.

/ How will you know if you don't try. /

/ Do what you think. /

"Well, it probably will be like this." He smiled happily, crumpled up the letter he had written with great difficulty, and threw it into the trash can precisely, so that the letter smeared with venom and bearing his failure, confusion and resignation became a mess again. A suit of waste paper.

Others think Osamu Dazai is elusive, invincible and invincible.

He wants to live up to those expectations.

"Next." Dazai looked out the window, a bird was perched on a branch, and another came.

"how should I do it."

he asked himself.