disqualified hero

"Missing?" Ge Tengqian asked with a frown. It took him more than ten minutes to convince his brother that he was Qian and calm his restless emotions.The man in front of me is quite different from the past. The man in my memory is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, full of vigor and vigor. He seems to be the mainstay of the social elite and the club. He has a full face and a loud voice. But he has to admit that he is excellent, and most of the reasons for running away from home are due to this.

The man in front of him was completely different. He had a pale complexion and a slender figure to a sickly figure. The sunken flesh on his cheeks made his cheekbones stand out even more.The beard is cleanly shaved, and the rotating nurse said that he has just helped him deal with the beard. As for the hair, which has not been trimmed for a long time, it has become very long. There is no femininity, it only makes people feel weak.

And his eyes, once full of tolerance and strength, have changed the most. In the hospital, Ge Tenghui's eyes were slack, and he couldn't focus on one point for a long time. He stared at his brother for a while, but because of force majeure, he drifted away. He looked at the wall for a while, and for a while. ceiling, staring at others for long periods of time has become torture.

His torture.

"His spirit is very fragile." The attending doctor chose to introduce Ge Tenghui's situation in plain language, "I can't concentrate."

"There must be a reason." Ever since seeing Ge Tenghui, Ge Tengqian's brows have not been loosened.

"Auditory hallucinations and hallucinations." The attending doctor said, "We do not recommend that he be discharged from the hospital. After a long period of treatment, his symptoms have not improved."

"Which aspect of the illusion is it?"

"The sound of the flute." The doctor's answer surprised him. "He said he could hear the sound of the flute, but visually he saw a series of tragedies such as the disappearance of his daughter and the throwing into the sea."

Ge Tengqian didn't speak. He didn't even know what happened at home, let alone the current situation of his niece Chunqin. At this moment, he could only pretend to know everything and listened silently.

"Then he..." He tried his best to make his expression warmer and more concerned, "Is there any chance of recovery?"

"I don't know." The attending doctor shrugged helplessly, "From a medical point of view, the failure to achieve results after a long period of treatment is a good indication of the problem."

"I understand." Ge Tengqian said, "Please go through the discharge procedures."

……

[dad. ]

[I'm here Dad, come and find me quickly. ]

He saw the girl, wearing a floral dress and a straw hat. She had mid-length hair and neat bangs. When she smiled, two dimples of different shades appeared on her face. On the morning of the disappearing day, Chunqin wore A pair of white sandals with straps.

Ge Tenghui doesn't pay much attention to his daughter's dress, that's his mother's job, he just needs to remember that Chunqin is quiet and cute, and it's enough to call her daddy with a smile.Five or six-year-old girls are never too heavy. During the summer festival, he lifted the child above his head and sat her on his broad shoulders. His thin white legs dangled in front of his chest. The right shoulder was the perfect weight. The seat, she is very close to the sky, and she can touch the blooming fireworks on the river bank as soon as she reaches out.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

The tragic screams resounded through the gray building, and Ge Tengqian opened his eyes suddenly. He looked at the ceiling in surprise. The tiny lime particles could not be caught by the naked eye. The sound of people hitting the wall with their fists, the sound insulation effect here is really not good.

"Big Brother, Big Brother, Big Brother!" He didn't even have a heartbeat before he rolled out of bed and ran towards the man who was sleeping on the cot.Ge Tengqian swore that his heartbeat must have missed more than one beat, and a calmer self split out of his heart, suspended in the air high above, and accused him: [Why come back with burdens, isn't your life bad enough? ]

[Would it be useful for you to save him? He has been disabled and is a mental patient who cannot be cured. ] The devil whispered in his ear, [Do you still remember the Ge Teng family, you don’t like them, you even hate them, don’t you hate big brother if you’re in trouble? ]

[Actually, it's annoying. ] He heard another voice, it was himself, the real him in his heart, [Brother is too good, it is not so much hating him as jealousy. ]

[However, jealousy is my business, and it has nothing to do with him. ] He thought, [The former elder brother was glamorous, with a beautiful wife, lovely daughter, dignified parents, outstanding career, and excellent social status. My parents are ashamed of me, my sister-in-law looks at me with vigilance, my elder brother's embrace is warm and warm, but it makes me feel my own weakness and indifference. ]

[I see him who was once perfect turned into what he is now, and I sympathize with him from the bottom of my heart. ]

[Or, pity from above. ]

"A-Qian, A-Qian, A-Qian—" the frail man finally broke free from the endless nightmare, he hugged his younger brother tremblingly, and then burst into tears, "I'm the one who's sorry for Chunqin! I'm the one who killed her! "

[He never mentioned Chunqin, except when he was ill. ]

"Relax brother, relax." He was hugging a grown man. The once tall brother was crying like a baby, with one hand comforting him up and down behind his back. The wandering warbler in the slums used this gesture to comfort young children, "It's not yours." Wrong." He spoke softly, but he didn't see much real emotion, but Ge Tenghui was comforted, and his fingers tightly clutched the fabric of pajamas on his brother's chest, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Help me, A-qian." He said desperately and even humbly, "I'll give it to you, help me find Chunqin."

"Please, help me find her."

……

"Ah, I found it." Mori Ogai was overwhelmed by paper, all kinds of paper, including standard A4 paper, yellowed old newspapers, and the computer was turned on. He clicked on several well-known or unknown Database, after spending most of the day, Mori Ogai found the original data that Osamu Dazai commissioned him to find.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa, he was playing a game.The three are online, and the other two teammates are Shuji Tsushima and Chuya Nakahara. He is an adult, but he can communicate smoothly with children when playing games, and his reaction is also childlike.

"Ah, someone is sniping, in the direction of (341, 64)." He was wearing a headset, and his ear canals were filled with the sound of rumbling shelling, occasionally mixed with three or two gunshots, and the jeep drove past the yellow land in front of the field. , The hum of exhaust exhaust also came from a distance.Osamu Dazai has played a lot of gun games, and this one is doing especially well right now. He appreciates the rich sounds in it, air raid sirens, car exhaust, tires rolling on the ground, bird sounds, forest sounds, all kinds of sounds.

"It's simply a world made of sounds." Osamu Dazai sighed, "It's the same as the real world."

"Left, left, left, don't shoot at me, idiot mackerel!" Nakahara sat cross-legged, pressed his fingers vigorously, his movements were too wide, and his expression was even more ferocious, "It's over to you, hurry up and take a shot Destroy him!"

"Don't tell me what to do, you idiot who only has muscles but no brains, you can analyze what he is doing on your right by listening to the sound, and you must give him to me." He swayed his body widely, as if he wanted to avoid the enemy's dagger if he was on the scene, "Hurry up and pick up the ammunition, pick up the ammunition, and I don't have enough blood for the medical kit."

"Dazai-kun—"

"Dazai-kun—"

Mori Ogai shouted loudly, with a slightly resentful tone, Dazai Osamu listened, and finally took off the earphones slowly, this is not over yet, he waved to the sulking blonde Alice, summoned her to his side, and then When Si didn't react, she put the earphones on her head.

"?"

"The remaining half of the game is up to you, Alice Sauce." He said, "I have to deal with some things now, and I hope the game is not over when I come back."

Just a few steps forward, he pushed the half-closed door with his hands. Today, for some reason, Dr. Mori's family is neglected, and he doesn't see patients for half a day.

"The information you want." Dr. Sen was lying on the table, looking exhausted, he complained seemingly exhausted, "Next time you come again I will kick people out, you can do it yourself Don’t you want to bother me senior, think about it, I am no longer young, I am an old man who can’t bear torment.”

"Senior is too self-deprecating." Osamu Dazai said softly, "I paid for it, so this is work, no matter how difficult the job is, it will be completed, isn't it the creed of the senior?"

"You are someone who can sacrifice himself for the sake of the group."

"Really, how did we get this far?" Mori Ogai changed the subject, "Let's read the information first."

"More than ten years ago, there were unsolved cases around Kanagawa." He said, "For several days in a row, some children pushed the door of the house in the dead of night when their parents were not paying attention, and wandered on the street. The child went out at night, but was met with crazy revenge by the latter, and even caused bloodshed."

"The official characterization is sleepwalking, but this is the first time I have seen collective large-scale long-distance sleepwalking." He said, "Sleepwalking is not a cold, and it is not contagious." He scoffed at the final conclusion of the newspaper.

"Kanagawa?" Osamu Dazai was noncommittal, he did not respond directly to Mori Ogai's words, "Is there anyone there?"

"Too many." Mori Ogai understood his endless questions, "Secret associations, military and police forces, local families, organization of supernatural beings..." he said, "It's not as complicated as Yokohama, but it is also entrenched in the city. local."

"Narrow down the scope." Dazai Osamu said again, "It should be a family with children that has been destroyed now, and has nothing to do with the Youth Mutual Aid Association." He added, "The child is lost, lost."

Mori Ogai has been waiting for a long time, he took a sip of coffee: "There is one." He finally opened his eyes instead of narrowing them, "You have heard the last name before."

"Kudzu, right?" Dazai said abruptly.

"Yes." Mori Ogai nodded, "It's Kudzu."

……

"It's kudzu."

Shuji Tsushima's ears were pressed against the wall, and Nakahara Nakaya stood behind him, watching his actions with a wrinkled face. This game was over long ago. Alice's operation ability is not good, but Shuji Tsushima is a good player. Nakahara It was Zhongye's first contact with the game, but he controlled the overall situation with his extraordinary five senses. In short, they won.

After the win, the second game was delayed. Shuji Tsushima went to listen to the conversation between the two adults, with his ears pressed against the wall. Nakahara couldn't understand his behavior, and he didn't make any noise about leaking the secret. He didn't bother to do it. thing.

As for Alice, she was designed to be a coquettish character who fears that the world will not be chaotic, so she simply listened to it with Dazai.

"It's the bartender." He had never met this person before, so he just raised his head and said to Nakahara Nakaya, "The man behind the scenes has been found, do you want to go and have a look together?" He paused, "Dr. Mori and Mr. Yandao There is still something to say, why don't we go and see it first, it will be boring when Mr. Yandao arrives."

"Mr. Yandao?" Nakahara Chuya said, "Who is that?"

"My guardian." Shuji Tsushima said.

"Doctor Danson told him to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted: "Mr. Yandao told me his name is Yandao Zhonger."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback: "You guys are quite stubborn." [Can't tell. ] He even felt a flash of unhappiness from Shuji Tsushima's body, it was so slight that he almost let it go.

The black-haired child didn't want to continue the topic: "Do you want to go together, Mr. Slug." He said, "Go and see the murderer."

"what?"

"Don't you want to beat him up? Speaking of which, Mr. Slug is controlled by the other party's supernatural power, isn't it true that you are so generous that you can forgive him directly? Oh, then you are really a saint." He said strangely, still Bow to St. Nakahara Chuya, pretending to make Nakahara Chuya's toothache, wishing to give Shuji Tsushima a fist.

No, it’s not that I can’t wait, he really did this, Nakahara has also disliked Shuji Tsushima for a long time, he clearly knows that ten of himself can’t compare to a mackerel in terms of lip service, the previous resentment was vented in the game , and because Osamu Dazai was present - he couldn't beat the other child violently in front of the adult who saved him, right?But Shuji Tsushima is really annoying. What he spits out is not words, but poisoned knives. From a certain moment, his attacks on himself become more intense, and Nakahara can undoubtedly feel the sharpness of the other party. Therefore, he did not whitewash the peace, but chose a place where the two adults were not present, so as to create a private conflict.

The place where he was beaten was very precise, above the abdomen without touching the stomach. Apart from pain, there would be no adverse reactions such as vomiting.

If it were someone else, Shuji Tsushima would definitely take off his clothes and pretend to be coquettish and complain. He is not ashamed to use any means that can achieve his goal, including being coquettish and showing weakness, but there is a bottom line for this. He is not willing to show in front of Osamu Dazai With his weak and childish side, this persistence is undoubtedly childish.

Zhong Yuanzhong may also be vaguely aware of the opponent's mentality before he dared to act. He is a savage creature, and he has a good intuition.

"Is there something wrong with you?" He looked like an irritated tiger instead of a cat, staring at Shuji Tsushima sternly with blue eyes, "After all, this matter has nothing to do with you, idiot, I want What to do is my business, whether it is to revenge him or beat him, it has nothing to do with you." He said, "Provoking people again and again, paying attention to things that have nothing to do with you, how boring you are. "

Shuji Tsushima's eyes suddenly changed, and others couldn't tell how it changed. His face had three wrinkles due to the pain. As for the eyes, there was still light, but the wrinkles disappeared as soon as he finished speaking. When he went, his face seemed to be fished out of a painting, flat and straightforward, a blank board.The pupils are dark and gloomy, should it be said that they are not angry, or that their emotions are too obscure?

In short, not like a living person.

"Boring?" The voice was the same, coming from the cracks in the ground. It was cold and faint. Zhong Yuanzhong would not be frightened, but it would not be too pleasant. "Do you think it is boring?"

"Oh, think about it carefully. For a slug who has his own little world, the outside world is of course boring. The frog in the well feels very satisfied as long as he sees his own side of the sky, and the leader in the sheepfold protects his cubs. Abandoning responsibilities, dragging a series of hind legs, just busying with dealing with the disasters they committed every day will consume most of their minds, and naturally there is no other fun that they want to pursue."

[pleasure? ]

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought: [He calls tragedy a pleasure? ]

Well, needless to say, he got a good idea of ​​Shuji Tsushima's character, which is just a bunch of steel wires twisted together, and it can't be straightened no matter how you break it, it's two extremes with him.

The temperament of Zhongye in the Central Plains is more upright than a ruler.

"You think it's fun?" he asked carefully.

"Of course." Shuji Tsushima said, "Tragedy is the source of comedy, and the most primitive happiness comes from tragedy. People are bad creatures. They see other people's poor lives to highlight their own superiority. After that, I suddenly became happy." He said, "My taste is a little higher than this, not so much that I like to see tragedies, it is better to say that only they can make me feel alive, especially in the slums. Here, you see, the tragedies in the city are just those, trivial things are enough to support a big drama, but here it is different, a little rubbing can rise to life and death."

"Death should be connected with tragedy. When I saw them, I was excited when I saw those things. Death is not often seen in daily life."

Zhong Yuan also frowned even tighter: "Do you want to die?"

"No, you can't say that." Shuji Tsushima said, "It's only after seeing death that I feel alive and feel that life is interesting."

"..."

Nakahara also said coldly: "Someone has to correct your distorted character." Shuji Tsushima's eyes were still dark, but as he spoke more and more, the corners of his mouth But it was gradually rising, and his face was reflected in Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes, and he was no different from an evil spirit.

"Ah, that's right." Shuji Tsushima said, "You think so."

"Kata—" The door opened.

Dazai Osamu came out, his steps were light, and he stepped on the warm clouds under his feet. He looked at the two children, didn't care about their confrontation, and said, "Get ready, let's go find Kudzu." He didn't intend to go alone.

"Also." Osamu Dazai took two steps forward, turned his head, and didn't pause much under his feet. The gesture of turning his head was like looking at a bunch of wild flowers by the roadside. His eyes were gentle, but he didn't pour too much emotion into them.

Shuji Tsushima's heart palpitated, he heard Osamu Dazai say, "Shuji-kun."

"Don't go crazy."

Shuji Tsushima's heart sank to the bottom.

……

"If you saw your past self, what would you most want to say to him?"

"The past self?" Dazai Osamu laughed dumbly, "People don't see the past self."

"It's just a question." Natsume Soseki sat with his legs crossed, his mustache twitched vigorously, "As a tutor, you must have a certain understanding of your students."

"Hmm." Dazai thought deeply, "Okay."

"If I see my past self, I'll tell him." He laughed, "Don't go crazy."

/my childhood?That is really not a commendable memory, and every time I think about it, I can only feel a deep shame, and I can't wait to bury my head in the sand.Isn’t that how people see their past selves?I think "he" is naive and ridiculous. My situation is more serious. Please don't ask in detail. I can only say that I am more interested in revenge on others, creating chaos, and brewing tragedy than revenge on myself. To put it bluntly, I am People who take pleasure in murdering others are rotten to the bone, right? /

/If I had the chance to see my past self, I would turn my head, give him a hurtful, nonchalant smile, and say "Don't go crazy." /

……

[What happened to these two people? ]

[The atmosphere is so depressing. ]

Logically speaking, people in the Central Plains don't really care about air, it's not that he doesn't understand, it's just that he doesn't care.So far, all the people in the Central Plains Zhongye have come into contact with are just a few people, and they are basically sheep. He protects them and ensures their safety. As for the disputes between small groups, he doesn't care.

Osamu Dazai is different from Shuji Tsushima. He doesn't know much about the former, but he left the impression of a "reliable adult". But in a normal mind, he had to admit that Shuji Tsushima was quite smart, so smart that he was inhuman.

This pair of father and son, probably father and son, or other relatives, the previous atmosphere was quite harmonious, but after Dazai Osamu said that sentence——

[It’s that sentence, don’t go crazy or something. ] Nakahara Zhong also thought, [After speaking, mackerel became very strange, with a disgusting smile on his face all the time, it was a fake mask at all, that guy, his smile made people want to punch him in the face. ] There is no more dialogue between people, it is always silence, without gag-like dialogue, Zhong Yuanzhong only feels pressure doubled.

"I..." Osamu Dazai probably didn't want to be silent anymore, so he spoke out.

This is very rare. If Osamu Dazai's friends were here, they would definitely be dumbfounded. Anyone with a brain can guess the adult's intentions when they see this situation. It is nothing more than an apology for their slip of the tongue.Apologizing is just a trivial matter for most people, but not for him.

Osamu Dazai has apologized a few times in his life.

[Does he want to apologize? ] Zhong also thought, [There is nothing to apologize for, after all, there is nothing wrong with what he said, that mackerel is just going crazy, what's wrong with stopping him? ] Half of his brows raised uncomfortably.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak again, he couldn't say a word of apology.

"In front." Someone said, "In front is Ken Ge Teng's home."

……

Ge Tengqian stood by the port.

Behind him are the warehouses, which are well-arranged, one next to the other, and one next to the other.The sea is calm, the waves are gently swaying with the wind, the boat sails out of the port, the draft is not deep, but he saw that the boat sailed far away, the base broke through the calm sea, the water parted with a splash, and the white foam hit the body of the boat, clearly Before going far, the boat made a humming sound, which was long and distant.

He looked at the sea as if he was looking at his own relatives.

"!"

A hard object hit the back of his head, and Ge Teng knew it was the barrel of a gun.

"Where are the children?" the woman asked.

"Ah, it's you, the little girl following Chunqin." Ge Teng was very courageous, the barrel of the gun was originally pressed against the back of his head, but he turned his head against the opening, so now it was pressed against his temple, Xianghui stood behind him, Her eyes were cold, God knows where she got this gun, maybe she picked it up from the scene of the Rush.

"I don't know," he said.

"Maybe they all went to accompany Chunqin."

Xianghui's voice became sharper: "Are you joking? It's all your fault, but you said you didn't know? I saw that you were playing the flute outside last night, and you were the one who took the children away. .”

"No." Ge Teng said, "That's not me, I 'it'."

"It's a supernatural power, it's the source of evil."

"I can't control it," he said.

……

"What is more terrifying than a vicious superhuman who commits crimes with his own abilities?"

"Yes, I have."

"The ability is out of control."