disqualified hero

Unable to bear the pain, Ge Teng took Nakahara Nakaya to watch the surveillance video. He is an ordinary person who works in a slum area. He lives very close to and far from the mafia. He has never done secrecy training and does not know how to resist the threat of violence. It's not a hard bone, and there is no need to die for the store. While feeling the oppression of his internal organs, he raised the white flag and said in a trembling voice: "I know where the key is, the key of the monitoring room."

His feet hit the ground.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly and said, "It should have been done earlier."

There are really few people in the store, except for Ge Teng, I have not seen another person. The monitoring room is set up on the first floor. Ge Teng walks along the stairs, stepping on the stairs with leather heels, kicking and kicking, and the cleaning old man heard the sound , first stop what you are doing, wait for Ge Teng to come up and ask him: "Mr. Ge Teng, what are you looking for?"

Ge Teng said vaguely: "I'm here to get something, it's in my locker." Their private lockers are all on the first floor, and the private lockers are in the changing room, where the staff change their uniforms and store some small things, but Ge Teng is a cautious person , and love work, after starting work, I seldom return to the first floor, only to ask a few more questions after cleaning the old man.

"Ah, really." He echoed twice, then bowed his head and went about his own business. At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong was also hanging on the ceiling, and no one would pay attention to him.

Ge Teng took the key first, and then went directly into the monitoring room.The monitoring room is just a large screen hanging on the wall of a small room. He turned on the computer and clicked on the interface, which was divided into eight parts: "I have to delete today's record first." The image falls out, erased.

"Isn't there a paragraph missing after deletion?"

"I can replace it with the previous two days," he said. "I'm doing the same thing every day anyway."

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong was also noncommittal.

[He is skilled. ] Zhong also thought, [The proficiency is abnormal. ]

"Okay." Ge Teng said, "This is a video from a few days ago." He said, "Xianghui came here at ten o'clock in the evening, and Pingtai also came with him. He is an hourly worker and stands outside the door to guard the door. It's just to watch the scene." He opened a video, Chuya leaned his head to the edge of the screen, grabbed Ge Teng's chair, the adult didn't say anything, and retreated to the second line.

Zhongyuan Zhong also swipe the mouse to watch the video at several times the speed. He has excellent dynamic vision and can catch anyone walking around. At ten o'clock, Xianghui pushed the door into the room, dressed as always, revealingly. She wore a fiery red dress with a neckline It presents a concave shape, revealing a large area of ​​pale skin. Xianghui is very white, but it is unhealthy white, and her body exudes a metallic color.

[She has only one red dress. ] Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned and recalled that he didn't meet Xianghui very often. A few times they were in sheep gatherings. She was very old and lacked interest in children's affairs. I don't like to take the things inside the sheep. Only occasionally when I can't live on, I will take two boxes of compressed biscuits away, and after a while, I will return three boxes of brand new compressed biscuits without anyone noticing.

There are not many people who know about this matter, and Central Plains is one of them. He is regarded as the leader, and his extraordinary sense of responsibility allows him to do all the affairs of the sheep himself. I know it was sent by Xianghui.

It is impossible to say that he has not been touched, especially in the situation where most of the sheep are habitually dependent on themselves, and Zhongyuan Zhong has not talked to Xianghui yet, so he has a good impression of her, so he listens more when chatting with others The current status of some fragrant flowers.

"She should be working in a bar."

"Being a bartender?"

"No way, bartender." The talking boy winked and said in a rather meaningful tone, "It's that kind of job, it's disgraceful, and her precious red dress has been stained countless times. But she only has one skirt, so if it was dirty the day before, it must be washed off that night and put on again the next day." The boy smiled, "I heard that someone acted violently and tried to tear her skirt, Xianghui resisted desperately , the last business was not done.”

"If you ask me, she likes the red dress too much."

Zhong also listened, but didn't say anything.

Even in Japan, where the sex is open, the sex industry is still a shameful job, and you will be cast aside by others, but it is not very common to put contempt in the slums. Most girls who have lived here since childhood will set foot in this industry, but Stretch out your thin body and become a child prostitute at the age of ten, everyone is like this, so there is no talk of contempt for each other.

After the sheep were picked up in the Central Plains, the situation reversed. They had a strong force and enough supplies. Although they were not powerful enough, they also had guns to protect themselves. Women of the right age did not need to go to the streets to sell prostitutes to earn a Weibo salary to support their babies. Like other boys, he spends his time in the game arcade all day long, without worrying about food and clothing.

Another person should have been angry. Zhong Yuanzhong almost supported everyone by himself and provided the members of the sheep with a good life, but he himself did not complain at all, especially when he saw those women—whether they were young or young. The older ones don't have to become child prostitutes for their livelihood, and he even loosened his frown.

—He was picked up by a young prostitute.

Judging from the existing memory, Nakahara Chuya was born in the world as a human being only a little over a year and a half ago. When he opened his eyes, his mind was filled with strange memories, such as barren tyrants, laboratories, explosions, everything It's like a layer of gauze is covered, and I can't see clearly. The only thing that is clear is the fact that I am not a human being, but a container of a god.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do, what his name was, and he didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do in the future.

"Then my name is Zhongyuan Zhongye." Chunqin said to him with a smile, "Zhongyuan is my uncle's surname. He is a very upright and respectable person. I will give you his surname. I hope Zhongyuan grows up too." Empress Dowager is just like my uncle, powerful and noble."

"Zhong is also a name I like. A long time ago, my father told me that there was a great poet named Zhong Ye who was famous in the literary world. If he could become a poet, he must have read a lot of books and received a good education. He would not live in a slum Begging for food, I will not live in violence and danger every day." She smiled, clear and bright, and she also thought of the blue sea and the bright starry sky, "I give you his name, I hope you can leave this place. place, I hope you are safe and happy.”

He couldn't understand Chunqin's words at that time, he just stared at her with blue glasses, his heart was full of warmth.

He was brought to the sheep.

In the beginning, there were not many members of Yang, there were three or four women who were similar to Chunqin's age, and there were even younger than them. The children were similar to Zhongyuan Zhong, and they were in a period when they were unable to protect themselves. Xianghui was there at that time. She was 12 years old, and she was too young to be a child prostitute. She often stayed at home to help with housework, washed and wiped the youngest child, and stewed a pot of paste with expired milk and compressed biscuits.

Xianghui doesn't look at the children who are involved in childbirth, just like looking at paramecium, her disgust comes out from every pore, and she never talks to the children, but follows Chunqin and the others like a small tail, Busy up and down, there were stars twinkling in her eyes at that time.

Chunqin's expression is often tired. She goes out at night and returns home in the morning. Zhongyuan Zhong also has sensitive facial features and a strong sense of smell. He is different from other children. Those children seem to never wake up. Go to bed and get up the next day.And he didn't feel sleepy, and he still opened his eyes wide in the early morning, staring at the leaky roof.

At four o'clock in the morning, Chunqin came back with a few girls, and the smell of cheap face powder wafted into Chuya Zhongyuan's nose, saying a few words.

"We have already had a hard time living by ourselves, and we still have to watch them."

"There are more and more children, Chunqin, didn't you just pick up a child?"

"It's a boy who doesn't remember anything."

"But we have to help them. Isn't it because of our predecessors that we survived?"

"It's a tradition in the slums, and children have survived like this for generations."

"makes sense……"

"Let's do this." He suddenly heard Sister Chunqin's voice, "The child I brought, let me raise it." She was tired but determined, "The strong protect the weak, and the adult sheep feed the lambs. Raised in this way, I saw Zhongye, as if I saw my former self, also collapsed by the side of the road, feeling confused from the bottom of my heart, so I hoped that I could help him." She walked to Tangerine with an ambiguous red mark. The latter quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and he took advantage of the bright moonlight to see her messy clothes.

[Can't be discovered by Sister Chunqin. ] He told himself, [Absolutely not. ]

Putting soft palms on her head, she touched Zhongye's forehead kindly, like a mother.

"Grow up healthy." Humming an unknown lullaby.

Sheep was not a self-defense organization at that time, but an association of the weak and weak. The biggest people were teenagers and girls. Milk, which is also extremely valuable in the slums.

On the ruins, little flowers are watered by kindness.

Pingtai is already working as a coolie. He is the same age as Xianghui. He works as a day laborer at the port, carrying luggage and bricks. When he goes home occasionally, he warns the children in the sheep: "You have to repay us in the future, especially Miss Chunqin. They." He seemed to be narrating the truth in the world, but his tone was heavy and inexplicable, "She has paid too much for us."

Probably in the next few days, Zhong also realized that he had supernatural powers. The older children taught them common sense. He himself knew hundreds of Chinese characters, but he was also able to teach people who didn't know a single word.

The literacy rate is low here.

Teaching and teaching, his mind can race, adding other new things, and once he talked about supernatural powers.

I also deeply remember it.

He spent several days experimenting with the supernatural ability, how to use it was innately engraved in Zhongye's mind, he mastered it at a very fast speed, and then he couldn't wait to tell Chunqin.

Let Chuya narrate what happened that day, probably "Even if there is such a bloody plot in TV dramas, right?"

"Sister Chunqin? Sister Chunqin?"

He ran back excitedly, only to find Chunqin lying on the bed.

The bed was a complete sofa cushion, found by a child and dragged back with great effort, and they washed it together to make it the best bed in the house.

Chunqin lay on it.

"What's the matter?" He was very strong, like a bull, rampaging through the crowd, knocking everyone down, and Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed to the front.

"She, Sister Chunqin, she fainted suddenly." The little girl Mosquito hummed.

"reason?"

"She has a fever." Another said, "We measured 37 and a half degrees just now."

"Should it be a low-grade fever?"

"But Sister Chunqin has been unwell for several months. She asked me to find a thermometer before, and she also had a low-grade fever."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, and then he immediately lifted him up. He was very short, with the figure of a child, while Chunqin was already more than half an adult no matter how thin he was. "

"Where are you taking him?"

"I heard that a doctor just came to the dark street. He is very skilled in medicine and can treat everything." He said, "I want to take her to see a doctor."

"Do you have money?"

"No." Zhong also thought: [But I have supernatural powers, and I can use them to pay off debts. ]

……

"Hmm." Mori Ogai looked at the inspection report, "Take it home, I'll prescribe you some morphine and painkillers."

The fist was clenched suddenly.

"I have supernatural powers." Chuya Nakahara said hoarsely, "It's a very powerful supernatural power. No matter what you do, as long as it is related to violence, I can help you. Even if the mafia comes to your door, I can deal with it." Now the room There were only him and Mori Ogai, and no one else was there. He got down from the chair, and the highest standard request for a samurai was nothing more than Dogeza. Chunqin who has been kind to him, raised him, and brought him into the sheep can survive, and he is willing to do anything.

"Please." His forehead was on the ground, "Please save her."

Mori Ogai put on a distressed look: "Oh, this makes me feel uncomfortable." He said, "Get up quickly, it's not that you have supernatural powers and she will be cured."

"I am a doctor. Even if the patient has a slight chance of survival, I will inform the family members, but she is really dying."

"Although it is a small clinic, I have everything here, including lovely nurses and testing machines, blood tests, bone marrow tests, uric acid concentration tests, cytogenetic tests, all arranged for her, and the results are also from a large hospital. "

"It's a blood disease, my little family member." He said, "And it's an advanced disease, which is absolutely incurable. All we can do is let the other person go through the last part of life as painlessly as possible. Out of humanitarianism, There is no problem with injecting a certain amount of morphine."

"I understand." The bright eyes settled down, Nakahara Nakaya stood up and bowed to Mori Ogai again, "Thank you very much."

……

Suddenly there is a new organization in the slums, and people in a small area know the prestige of the organization. Sheep, a long time ago, was a group of herbivores who warmed each other and shivered together. Small mafia groups also had to be feared.

"That's amazing, Chuya!"

"We have a house."

"The gun, it turned out to be a gun!"

“The fresh bread is really delicious.”

"With these weapons we can deal with adults!"

Children of the same age as Nakahara Chuya danced and danced, and the older ones also beamed with joy. Nakahara Nakaya said to a few young prostitutes: "You don't have to go to hard work, I can bring back whatever you need."

Some people gave up their jobs and were supported, some people were anxious and still on the sidelines, and some people just left.

Chunqin lay on the bed day after day, looking at the other children with a smile, and there was a lingering worry in her smile.

"Do you want to read, Chunqin?" Nakahara Zhongya asked, he had heard about Chunqin's background, she was not born and raised in a slum, but came here suddenly one day, so she has memories of literature and family.

"No, no need," Chunqin shook her head and said, "That's fine."

"Then I can find anything you want." Zhong also said eagerly, "Anything is fine."

"I just want you to be safe and happy." When she said this, her back was almost glowing, and Chunqin put one hand on Zhongyuan Zhongya's face, her eyes were so sad that water dripped out.

"What should I do, Chuya?"

"What will you do after I'm gone?"

[Perhaps, I shouldn't have brought you back to the sheep and given you a name at all. ] She swallowed all these words, and she really couldn’t say them out. Before Chuya, it would be like a rope, firmly tied around his neck. ]

[This is all my fault. ]

Before she died, she said in tears, "I'm sorry, Chuya."

The tears are just too sad.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also at a loss: [Why should I apologize?It's me who should be sorry. ]

He knew that from today onwards, the person who was regarded as his mother would leave him forever.

……

The monitoring has almost been seen, and Nakahara Chuya's memories have also come to an end. He remembers that he did not use supernatural powers that day, and punched and kicked children who despised young prostitutes. Everyone was afraid of him and hid far away. When I went to the Central Plains, I only dared to laugh with me.

They all guessed behind the scenes that it was because the young leader fell in love with a young prostitute.Among the current sheep, there are too few people who know Chunqin, they don't say a word, they silently take the beating incident in Zhongyuan Zhongye to heart, maybe they agree with it, but they don't say anything.

More people have never heard of Chunqin's name.

"Look," Ge Teng pointed at the screen, "she has already gone out through the main entrance."

Xianghui, who was wearing a red dress, nodded with Ge Teng. She didn't find a suitable guest tonight. There were a few fat people who took advantage of the opportunity. Individual faces swear to give them a good look.

Sure enough, nothing happened last night.

"Even if it is missing, it has nothing to do with us after going out of the bar." He paused the screen, "Is this okay?"

Central Plains is also noncommittal.

……

Shuji Tsushima was walking down the street.

[If the dwarf is asked to conduct an independent investigation, the first thing to do is to go to the bar and ask the whereabouts of the two people, and then adjust the surveillance to see. . ]

[How come my investigation method is the same as that of the little dwarf. ]

He wandered to the scene of the incident again, and from there slowly pushed back along a special route.Turn left, turn right, go straight.

Just now Shuji Tsushima asked Kichijiro several questions, such as where does Heita's family live, where is Xianghui's family, which stronghold they often go to, and where is the meeting point.

Kichijiro is Heita's follower and knows the above issues well. Shuji Tsushima draws the map according to his description.

"For women, even if they don't wear high heels, they can't outrun adult men. If they can run here, it's likely that Pingta ran with them." He rubbed his chin and said to himself, "No, This distance is still a bit close, it shouldn't be dragging and running, it's..."

He fell into deep thought: "So that's the case, has one party lost consciousness? If so, there should be something wrong in the bar, and she failed to come out of the bar."

He slowed down again, and there were some hidden alleys hidden on the left and right sides of the street. Shuji Tsushima patiently searched them one by one, and finally saw a few large cardboard boxes. The children were curled up in the cardboard boxes, like stray animals.

"I found it." He frowned, "I want to ask you a few questions."

As expected, no one paid him any attention.In the next second, Shuji Tsushima took out a piece of bread from his pocket, "Whoever answers my question can get it."

Everyone turned their heads to look at him with fierce eyes. Their explosive power was very strong, like irritated cats, they rushed at Shuji Tsushima.

The child was still smiling, as if he was not surrounded, he took out the gun from his arms extremely nimbly, and shot through No.1's thigh with precision.

The gun was silent, but people were shocked.So he raised his legs, swept across the second person, and then stomped his head on the ground mercilessly, only a crisp sound was heard, that was the sound of skull rubbing against bricks.

There is no doubt that he exhibited some rather terrifying qualities.

"Can we talk now?" He said, "Has there been any strange things at night recently, did you hear someone calling for help?" He paused, "Well, the bread is yours."

The children hesitated.

"Help even if someone shouts."

"Chung Ye?"

"Central Plains Zhongye, the king of sheep."

"Let me guess, the little guy with the orange hair?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"I don't remember, one night."

Another child said, "I saw it. It was Xianghui and Hetai. Someone was hunting them down."

"Do you know Xianghui?"

"Yes, sister Xianghui is a good person, she will give us biscuits."

"But," said one of the children, "the flute was not heard that night."

"The flute?"

……

"The sound of the flute?" Osamu Dazai sat in Mori Ogai's office, looking at the documents one by one.

"Yes." Mori Ogai said, "In the beginning, the abduction incident was not like it is now. The children who were taken away were all children under the age of eight. I heard rumors, and some children told me that in those nights , they could all hear the flute."

Osamu Dazai said, "Oh, isn't that "The Pied Piper of Hamelin"?"

He told a joke, but Mori Ogai was able to pick it up immediately: "Yes, because they were not paid, the children were all taken away to pay off their debts."

This is a fairy tale that is often mentioned. In a city plagued by rats, the whole city is helpless and ready to abandon the city. At this time, a piper in floral clothes appears. He says that he can solve the rat plague, as long as he pays a fee.The people in the city agreed to pay, and the man in flowered clothes walked up and blew his flute, and the mice staggered in line and threw themselves into the river.But after the rat plague was over, the peasants in the city refused to pay them again, so the angry man in flowered clothes blew his flute again and walked out of the city while playing. The children patted into a row and followed him out of the city.

"It's just a dark, dark, fairy tale." Mori Ogai said.

"No, I don't think so." Osamu Dazai said, "I want to call it a story about a contractual relationship." He twisted his index finger around his hair, "Look, the reason why the child disappeared is that the residents did not abide by the contract Right, in other words, as long as they pay what they're supposed to pay, it'll be settled."

"It's because they were greedy that it turned out like this."

"What kind of contract do you think you didn't keep?" Hearing this, Mori Ogai already understood, maybe Osamu Dazai had been around the slums before and got some inspiration, so he just appeared here now, leisurely with him Discuss intelligence over tea.

"I'm not sure yet." The man pretended to be stupid again, "There are some issues that need to be discussed, whether there is really a flute sound, and how the children were taken away."

"Maybe it's a different ability."

"Maybe."

"Supernatural power really breaks the rules."

"Who said no."

"However." Mori Ogai laughed, "In the final analysis, the world is still dominated by ordinary people. Ordinary people make rules. Even if people with supernatural abilities break the rules, they are only based on cities. In the end, only the power of a team is unlimited. , and individuals are finite.”

"Really?" He heard Dazai Osamu's voice, faint, like the cold snow in winter, "Personal ability is limited, but its limit may not be as small as you imagine." He smiled and picked up the A sheet of paper on the table.

He held the paper in front of the window, and the sunlight penetrated through the glass and then through the paper, making the words transparent.

"As long as a person is not afraid of life and death, he can surpass his own limit." Dazai Osamu said softly, "As long as a person is not afraid of life and death, he has become a god in spirit."

"Such a person is hard to defeat."

"Hmm." Mori Ogai said, "Is there anything else that you find difficult?"

"Actually, a lot." Osamu Dazai thought, "Just thinking about how to live through today is already taking great pains."

"Then let me ask another question." Mori Ogai said softly, "Is there anything else that will make you fail?"

Dazai was silent.

"roughly has."

He said.

"I am human, and human beings are fragile."

"As long as you are human, you will fail."

……

"what."

Oda Sakunosuke got out of the car.

He raised his head, looked at the magnificent station, and looked at the words written on the main entrance of the station.

"Here we are, Yokohama."