disqualified hero

Mr. D's letter frequency is getting lower and lower.

O received the letter from the owner of the curry shop. He was a little confused. The older shop owner persuaded him: "Everyone is like this. Once you have a child, you don't have time to do other things." After the child, he couldn’t even socialize until late at night, and went home to accompany the child whenever he had time, and now he can still send you a letter to prove that he has you as a friend in his heart.”

That's right, Mr. O and Mr. D are undoubtedly friends. The young man himself thinks so. Due to work reasons, he really doesn't have many friends. It takes time to get along with each other. When he goes home, he never stays in the same place for too long.

He has only one friend besides the owner of the curry shop, so he cherishes this friendship very much.

"No, it's not because of this aspect." As O unfolded the letter, there were only a few words on the letter, describing his troubles in work and life, with less focus on work and more on children. After the rebellious period, the trivial and trivial things constitute the side of life. If they are placed in other letters, they should be a model narrative of a happy life.

O felt very strange.

"Isn't it normal?" the boss said, lighting a cigarette for himself, the room was filled with smoke, O's nose fluttered, and he didn't sneeze after all, "life with children is trivial, it's a collection of fragmented narratives." He felt that he had said something brilliant, and he was complacent.

"It's hard for me to tell the reason." O failed to explore, so he could only put down the letter paper.

"Mr. D will not write these things to me." He said after thinking, "I am his friend who does not exist in reality, the 'trash can of his soul' and the 'place where he pours out his poison'. He told me from the beginning." The boy looked up and said, "I think what he said is true, and that's what he did before."

"Ah," said the boss, "then he's too much." That was all he could say.

"It doesn't really matter." O[-] said, "Even if he suffered misfortune, it was someone else's. Even if you tell me, you can't feel it. At most, you just read a short story. Mr. D's narrative ability It is very strong, the story is interesting, and it can also inspire me and help me avoid risks.”

The owner of the curry shop knew what his job was, so he laughed dryly and became curious about the content of the early correspondence.

[What content can inspire the killer? ]

"And I'm happy to help him," O said. "If it makes him happy to write down words and share them with others, then it makes sense for me to correspond with him."

"You—" the owner of the curry shop sighed, "You are such a nice person."

"No," O said, "I'm definitely not a good person in a social sense."

but……

He took up his pen and wrote a reply.

/ Dear Mr. D:

Has something bad happened recently?If there is anything I can do to help, please ask if I can, all I can do is to correspond with you.

And, if you can't control the child's growth, just let him develop freely. I don't know if this idea is right, but the goshawk will never be able to protect the young bird for a lifetime, and the problem of letting him grow freely may be solved easily. /

"Hmm." The boss said, "If it's such a short word, why don't you send it directly with a short message." He said, "You have been communicating for several years. Even if you don't have offline contact, you can still exchange e-mail addresses."

O narrated slowly: "I don't care, but Mr. D should not be willing."

"Why?" The boss didn't understand.

"If I communicate through the mobile phone, it will prove that I exist." O said.

"Huh?" The boss still didn't understand.

"In terms of letters, people seldom write these days, right?" O actually lacks common sense. He doesn't live in a normal society, but he is clear about the most basic situation of technological changes.

"The old man still knows how to write." The boss said uncertainly, "There are also drift bottles and so on. If you put a note in a glass bottle and float with the ocean current, it is certain that it will be received by someone on the other side of the sea. Isn’t that how it’s done in morning dramas?”

"That was more than ten years ago." The boy said, "Even now there are drift bottles in the mail."

"Really?" The boss turned pale with shock.

"real."

"I'm really old," he said. "I'm not keeping up with the times."

"That is to say." O continued to explain, "Anonymous pen pals have been abandoned by the times."

"Okay," said the boss, "I accept."

"Mr. D actually likes to deceive himself very much. It's not a low-level deception or an escape, but a high-level deception." He felt that his narration was too metaphysical, but he couldn't explain it in more concise words, "He is a human being. He definitely has weaknesses, not invincible, but he and the people around him seem to want him to be the one who is invincible, to be a person without weaknesses, to become a myth.”

"Impossible, that kind of person." After finishing one cigarette, the boss lit a second one.

"That's right." O was silent for a while, "But he also hopes, even when he is alone, he must persist and maintain that image, but when the pressure accumulates to a certain level, he will definitely collapse, right? Dead." He described rationally, "It is very simple for people to want to die, and human life is too fragile."

"It's very convincing for you to say this."

"Mr. D doesn't want to have a mental breakdown, so he has to open a small hole in the wall to breathe fresh air occasionally to maintain his life." He finished speaking, "That's how I understand it."

"You mean," said the boss, "that your anonymous letter is a small hole?"

"more or less."

"Is this what he said?"

"No, I guessed."

"You're a scary person too, Oda."

"what."

"Then why are you willing to reply to him? If it were someone else, you would have given up doing voluntary labor long ago."

"I want to help him." Oda said in a flat tone. "It's a good thing to make a dying person live a few more days. As long as I can help him, I will write indefinitely."

"Maybe one day, he will be able to see the sun through the hole, that's what I think."

Hearing this, the boss stopped smoking. It is more likely that he finished this one too. The man who claimed to be a hot-blooded Kyushu man was almost moved to tears by the boy's plain words, and put his thick palm on Oda's back. Slap hard several times.

"What a nice fellow, you!" he repeated.

[Am I a good person? ] The boy was puzzled.

[The boss is too strong. ]

……

Shuji Tsushima was sent to the library by Osamu Dazai.

The books in the bookstore are not comprehensive, and few popular books are good. In short, Shuji Tsushima didn’t bother to read them. Osamu Dazai asked him what he wanted to read, and after getting the answer, he gave him two choices: “You can go to a museum or Library." He said, "Annual card for you." He had already prepared it.

"Apart from these two places, is there anything else worth visiting?"

Dazai seemed to think for a while and said, "Tokyo University?" It's his alma mater.

"Hey, school?" Shuji Tsushima lost interest, his expression is much more vivid now, it can be said to be too lively, just a smile can make dozens of laughs, each meaning is different, and the audience is different .

Dazai Osamu's expression is much simpler, almost necrotic, just smiling, how can there be so many twists and turns.

[A smile is a mask, a form of expression of joy. ]

"School is too boring." Shuji Tsushima said, "Those teachers taught the same content, many of which I don't need to know, but I already know what I need to know." He didn't think he understood the laws of celestial bodies' movement What is the meaning? As for the cultivation of new types of rice, people in the agricultural department should know. Only when everyone does their established work well can society function.

"What about the literature class?" Osamu Dazai asked again, "Do you want to listen to it?"

"Do you listen to other people's interpretations?" Shuji Tsushima said, "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, so why should I care about other people." Isn't learning enough?"

[I thought of Miss Ji again. ] Osamu Dazai thought distressedly, [What a trouble, is this child like me or her?It should be said that both are similar. ]

"It's definitely not enough to learn from me." He finally said this and gave the two cards to Shuji Tsushima.

Shuji Tsushima did not reject museums and libraries. Even he could not think that his knowledge reserves surpassed the sum of the thoughts of philosophers in hundreds of thousands of years. He still has the lowest level of awe for knowledge.

Dazai was very relieved that he went out alone, the gate was closed, and he was the only one left in the eaves.

He went back to his desk and took out two letters from the drawer, one was from Zhongtian Shantouhuo, and the other was from Mr. O. Of course he chose to read Mr. O first.

[Huh? ] His eyes widened.

[Do I look like something happened? ] He thought about the content of the letter he sent. There was no hint, and the style of writing also inherited the usual color. Analyzing it with reason, it was an impeccable letter. Perhaps only creatures that rely on intuition to survive can realize that something is wrong.

[Is he like that?Intuitive dumb? ]

Dazai's mood became a little complicated. The intuitions he met were not easy to get along with, and he seemed not very good at dealing with them, so most of his friends possessed this trait.

So he suddenly wanted to see Mr. O, but this impulse was broken by himself in the next second.

[Mr. O is an imaginary friend. ] Osamu Dazai thought, [That cannot exist in reality. ]

When children are young, they always fantasize about a friend, play with them, and study with them. From another perspective, the appearance of imaginary friends is mostly due to loneliness. Like Shuji Tsushima, he was fearless and expelled himself from human status, but when he grew up, he realized that this was just a manifestation of arrogance and stupidity.

[But Mr. O's suggestion is worth deliberating. ]

Osamu Dazai connected some pictures in his mind.

[When I was in Yokohama, I met a special child. ]

……

April 5

noon

"I will give you clean water, food within the shelf life, a large amount of medicine and a small amount of firearms. How about you give me the last key?" Guang is also looking at this group of people, all of them are minors, the oldest is twelve or thirteen years old, but the children here lack normal nutritional intake and will grow shorter. His actual age is about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Most of them are carrot heads in their early teens, and there are quite a few people with guns in their hands.

What attracted Dazai Osamu's attention was their clothes. Old clothes were old clothes, but they were all starched, not torn cloth strips. This was different from the usual slum children's organizations. People only care about dressing when they have spare time , obviously these children are living well.

[There must be a reason. ]

He looked at the child who was pushed to stand at the front, and the others fanned out behind him, squeezing and squeezing, everyone hoping to be blocked.

"We don't believe in grown-ups' deals," said a child first.

"How did you know we had the key."

"They should be coerced and handed over the supplies."

"He looked like a big shot."

[The discussion started like no one else was there. ]

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes. He ignored the other children and only stared at the one in front. That person had been silent all the time, not saying anything, maybe listening or thinking.

People who are good at listening are often people who have no opinions and act according to the will of the group, but Osamu Dazai only took a second to conclude that this child is not wrong. He has his own set of ideas and his own set of codes of conduct.

[He spontaneously keeps the other children behind. ] Osamu Dazai thought, [Is this a desire to protect?Treat yourself as a wall, you can isolate all dangers, no matter what, the desire to protect is completely spontaneous. ]

"How?" He said to the orange-haired child as if he hadn't heard the discussion of Wuchengfu, "Think about it?"

Before the orange-haired child could speak, someone behind him robbed him and said, "Which organization are you from?" It seemed very sophisticated.

"Oh." Osamu Dazai didn't seem to have heard him, and said, "I've brought the stuff, do you want to see it first?" He hired a few people to help him move the supplies, and they were introduced by Mori. People are more reliable, and they all think that Osamu Dazai is a high-level mafia organization, and they dare not disobey him.

He opened the box talking to himself.

As Osamu Dazai said, they are all good things.

"There aren't many of them."

"Just grab it."

"Chuya, how about doing it?"

Some short-sighted children were already shouting, so Osamu Dazai knew that the orange-haired child was called "Chuya", and he must have great power, most likely a superhuman ability.

"Don't be stupid." Chuya suddenly said, "He has nothing against us, and it's useless for us to keep the key, so let's give it to him." He was old-fashioned, and Osamu Dazai saw a bit of old-fashioned gangsters in him. The color is particularly interesting because of the young age of the child. "Even if he is beaten up, it will not do us any good. It is necessary to live in peace for a long time."

He said to Osamu Dazai: "I will give you the key, and you keep those things, but if you go back on your word, I will make you regret it." When it comes to this, he just spoke harshly and did not use his supernatural power.

"Aren't you going to let me see your superpowers?" Osamu Dazai asked, "Speaking harshly is only effective if it is accompanied by the threat of force."

"Huh?" the child said, "Are you kidding? Why should I expose my supernatural powers because of trivial things?" The tone seemed to be talking to an idiot.

"Chuya" asked some children to inspect the supplies to see if they were substandard, and Dazai let them inspect them casually. He also observed the expressions of other children, and found that many of them were not convinced, and they wanted to impress the adults.

[It’s almost like a child who suddenly got a weapon of mass destruction and couldn’t wait to show his strength to everyone. ] He couldn't help laughing, he really is a group of children.

Many children were unconvinced, and the dissatisfaction was directed at "Chuya", which is always the case in small groups, so Dazai guessed that the orange-haired child must have received favors from other people, and it was a big favor.

He became playful and asked "Zhongye": "Is your desire to protect innate?" He said, "Do you want to be a hero?"

"Zhong Ye" froze for a moment, as if his mind had been exposed, he said angrily, "I want you to take care of it!"

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai said, "You can borrow some tapes. "Seven Samurai" is very good. The heroes in Akira Kurosawa's works are very good and typical heroes that I have seen. You will definitely like them."

Then he took the key and was chased away by the angry children.

After Dazai left, Chuya Nakahara turned around and asked the oldest child, "Who is Akira Kurosawa?"

The children here are not well-educated, so they all shook their heads, expressing that they didn't know who he was.

[Gods like people, and people like gods...]

……

The memory ends.

Osamu Dazai opened the second letter, which was sent by the farming chief.

/ Dear Mr. Dazai:

I told my husband earlier that a part of my subordinates is preparing for it, and it is quite hot now.The nature of this department is relatively complicated. In a word, it is the department that manages and monitors people with supernatural abilities. Now that we have entered the era of superhuman explosions, all kinds of incidents that exceed ordinary manpower cannot be solved by ordinary military and police. Extraordinary times require extraordinary countermeasures.

I sincerely invite Mr. Dazai to join this organization called "Special Ability Division". I believe in Mr. Natsume's recommendation staff, and I also believe in Mr. Dazai's ability.

farming mountain fire

yours truly/

"Oh." Dazai covered his mouth, it was an unexpected and unexpected invitation.

But he did not reply right away, even for him, whether to participate in it, whether to join an organization, or even to take charge (no doubt, he understands the unfinished words of farming, and is more aware of his own efficacy) is not easy. decided.

He has to neutralize multiple considerations, and these considerations cannot be decided in a day or two.

So he took out a piece of paper and replied.

/ This is a big deal, so let me think about it. /

Then put the note in the envelope.

"Ding-dong-"

The phone interface suddenly lit up, and Dazai glanced at it hastily, and found that it was the news page.

#Yokohama Abduction Case Again#

#victims are children#

#Police involved in the investigation#

There was a gust of wind blowing outside the window.

The paper on the table rattled.