disqualified hero

Tokyo, 1:00am, former Ikebukuro.

In the pre-individuality era, that is, the period of ignorance, Tokyo was in chaos, with burning flames, crying and screaming, and injured people everywhere. Sin breeds in darkness, and chaos breeds in struggle.Not only Tokyo, but Japan and the whole world are not ready for the era of individuality.

In the next 30 years, human beings showed complete adaptability to new things. Chaos was still there and enemies were rampant. In general, the order that should be established was established, but in the process of reversing the old and new order, Some areas have been lost in the long river of history and replaced by new terms.

Ikebukuro is originally a famous red light district in Japan. There are many custom shops and gangs. There were too many nonsensical fights here during the savage period, so that the loss of streets and people was very serious. Now the new Ikebukuro is almost based on the original foundation. rebuilt on.

The original intention of the government was to build it into a brand new neighborhood, stable and without waves, just like other residential areas. It is a pity that people living in Tokyo have already formed a fixed impression of Ikebukuro, so those wandering warblers, those Men and women in the custom industry gathered here spontaneously and opened up their own kingdom.

——Kabukicho, unlike the multi-functional commercial and entertainment outlets near Shinjuku, it is a red-light district where minors cannot enter.

Dazai looked up at the semi-circular arch at the entrance of the town. The town covers a large area, but the gate is small. There are several policemen standing on the left and right. Their eyes are sharper than hawks. , "Minors Not Entered" banner hung under the foyer.

He raised his hand and placed it two or three centimeters away from his forehead, making a gesture of looking into the distance, as if he was looking at the scene inside the door curiously. to the innocence of children.

"So there really is such a banner." Osamu Dazai seemed to be muttering to himself, but Hawkes beside him thought that this person was definitely speaking for his own ears, and the next sentence revealed his true nature, "Nane, Huo Ke Mr. Keshi, when you were in high school, did you and your classmates try to sneak into Kabukicho with fake ID cards? Absolutely, this is a must for high school.”

"No." Hawkes said, "My high school is not in Xiongying, but in Shijie." Shijie is a school in Osaka, and how can it be possible to succeed in forging ID cards. There are countless minors trying to get in every year. I haven't heard any success stories over the years.

"Then your student days were pathetically boring."

Hawks: "..."

"A kid who has just turned 15 is not qualified to say that about me." Hawkes took a big step forward, and then he said casually, "I have to attend such occasions more or less after work, and I have come to Kabukicho I've said it many times." It's exactly what I would say when I was motivated to fight and showed my adult status.

Dazai tilted his head: "Huh?" His expression turned into a downright Q version face again, "Are you with the No.2 hero Andeva? That's great, going shopping with your idol or something .”

Hawks: "Don't push yourself too hard, kid, we're just here to work!"

[In the final analysis, Mr. Hawkes is actually super innocent. ]

Osamu Dazai stood one foot behind Hawks, and in every sense he had seen through the appearance of No.3's sternness.

[Mr. Hawkes, it should be the type of super regular life, going to bed early and waking up early, completely abandoning the night life that male high school students and ugly adults should have, and looks like a dissolute on the outside The type who is unruly and popular with young women, in fact, has been busy with his heroic career, but has no chance to fall in love. ]

[Even when such a man arrives in Kabukicho, he just acts like he doesn’t care about anything, sitting in a ktv box, playing with his mobile phone, and doesn’t make any excuses to the women who approach him, right? ]

Is Osamu Dazai right? Bing!All hearts, if he really speaks out his thoughts, then Hawkes will be very, very angry, maybe he will be stuck at the door, even if it is to see the legendary street scene, Dazai will not talk much.

Even if he really wanted to go in, he could do it even without a hero belt.

In the end, he was entering a custom store, and the old-school school uniform that Dazai loved was useless. He wore a white shirt as a lining, and put a black windbreaker on top of the shirt. And the youthful feeling that existed is gone. Looking at his appearance, you can never guess whether this person is 15, 18, or 20 years old.

"Speaking of which, it is clear that the underworld has disappeared in this era, and there is almost nothing left, so why do custom shops still exist?" Dazai's eyes flickered, "From a moral point of view, the two complement each other, don't they?"

Hawkes shrugged and said, "The big man needs it?"

The pornography industry is almost one of the pillar industries in this country, even if it is for lustful men and women who need extra comfort, it is impossible to be banned.

The hero's certificate can be used as a pass no matter where it is, even in Kabukicho, almost all minors are not allowed to enter the luxurious fireworks, except for one case, that is, as an assistant to assist the hero to check case.

From this point of view, it can be seen how powerful the hero has privileges in Japan.

During the inspection, Hawks told Dazai the last rule: "Before entering the town, you must sign a non-disclosure agreement. You are not allowed to video or record at will. There are very few camera probes in the street. Remember to follow me closely and don't mess with Unnecessary trouble, otherwise even if you messed up someone and suddenly disappeared, I wouldn't be able to search for it with great fanfare."

"This is the real thing, an extrajudicial place on the territory of Tokyo."

"I know, I know, I know." Osamu Dazai shook his hand and said, "Mr. Hawks must be careful, don't be inattentive for a while, and be eaten by a woman, bone and skin, all swallowed into the stomach."

"For me, you don't need to worry at all." He smiled slightly, his pupils were filled with a gentle smile like waves of water, no matter how small a man is, he has to admit, Dazai, he does have the capital to make women obsessed.

"Women like me very much." He said with self-knowledge and arrogance.

[...]

Hawks didn't want to say anything, he and Osamu Dazai walked through the not-so-long doorway, where the flashing neon lights were intertwined, forming almost gorgeous colors.

"Welcome to Kabukicho!"

……

Neon lights, flashing signs, cowherds in various suits, pure or coquettish women, the former often accompany women dressed as ladies thoughtfully, while the latter are caged in the arms of men. It can be seen whether it is a high-ranking official, a hero, or a white-collar beauty.

However, among the crowd, the young and handsome Hawks is still quite the conspicuous one. He is young, handsome, and highly ranked. Even men and women who have not received much education know him.

There is a rule in Kabukicho that there is no talk of identity or status here, only lonely men and lonely women, but soon, there were whispers from all directions, and people said: "Hawkes, Hawkes."

"Want to sit in the store for one night? Hawks?" Someone yelled generously, "I don't want money, just give me an autograph."

"Come here!"

"I me me!"

Hawks turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't hear the shouts of those men and women, but Dazai Osamu followed him and teased: "You are so welcome, Mr. Hawks." He sighed as if complaining, "Why are you so beautiful? The ladies are all focusing their attention on you, obviously I am also very handsome."

After a long absence, Hawkes felt elated. He felt that he had finally won a game and said, "Give up, this is the charm of a man. You are just a brat, how can anyone like you."

Before Osamu Dazai could speak, he was being targeted. Those people thought that Osamu Dazai was an assistant brought by Hawkes. He was tall, but his face showed a completely different kind of handsomeness. There is an indescribable temperament.

If you must add an adjective to that temperament, it must be "attracting women's obsession".

"Brother in black? Do you want to come in and sit down?"

"You can come if Hawkes doesn't come."

Dazai put his hands next to his ears, like a loudspeaker used for loudspeaker, the sound came from all directions, not only to his ears, but Hawks could also hear it clearly, the latter's expression became very subtle How should I put it, his face hurts a bit, as if he was slapped eighteen palms in a row.

"Oh, what did the people next to you say?" Dazai would never let go of this opportunity, poking Hawkes' heart desperately, "Mr. Hawkes, who said that no one likes me?"

"That's why it's really stupid to use people's age to classify their charms. I'm very popular with ladies." He also put his head very close to Hawkes, and he could feel it when he walked. The cold wind blows around the ears.

Hawks: "..."

As a result, the two walked very silently for the first half of the journey. Hawks assumed the appearance of an experienced adult who was unmoved by external objects, with his eyes straight ahead, while Osamu Dazai was different from him, looking left and right curiously. He said from time to time: "Slow down, Mr. Hawks, it's hard to come to such a good place, of course we have to walk more and see more."

As the two went deeper, the scenery of the street changed. If the first half was a modern and atmospheric custom shop, then the buildings became more quaint as they went to the back.Passing by three rows of weeping willows, the ground has changed from cement slabs to bluestone slabs. There are fewer and fewer people on the street. Looking around, there are only three or two people.

They stopped arguing, and Hawks explained to Dazai in a low voice: "Kabukicho is divided into two parts, the front and the back. In the tea room, you can watch geisha performances inside, but the tea room does not welcome guests who have not been introduced, and you can only make an appointment if you bring in regular customers."

"Happy Prince's body was found in the ditch behind Changbanpo. According to the information from Night Eyes, he was a frequent visitor to Nakamura's family. Whenever he came to Kabukicho, he would often go to Nakamura's house, so their family members are very friendly." might know something."

Dazai said: "If the Nakamura family is really an insider, you probably won't be able to ask anything yourself. After all, Mr. Hawks' face is so famous that everyone knows you."

"There is no way, the police station is not trustworthy, and the members of my firm can be found out with a little investigation," Hawkes said, "So I will trouble you to come out to Dazai, and now you are the only new face."

"It's not a new face." He smiled and said, "Just now we have passed away in the streets. If the news spread faster, those who should know would have known that we came together."

Hawks: "If I hadn't brought you, you might not even have come in."

Dazai said: "But it's okay, I have a private time with a beautiful lady. I can't wait for such an opportunity. I would like to thank Mr. Hawkes for giving me the opportunity."

The two looked at each other, and both understood what the other meant.

[The so-called evidence is not only found in fixed words and sentences, complicated clothes, messy hairstyles, emotions piled up in eyebrows and eyes, or even a book, an umbrella, a fur boxes, from which information can be extracted, given sufficient insight]

Unfortunately, Dazai happens to be the master among them.

The streets paved with bluestone slabs are not spacious, and can accommodate two or three people at most, with Hawks in front and Osamu Dazai in the back. "Da da da da", crisp footsteps came from not far away, like the sound of rain hitting plantains. Dazai listened, and a pair of wooden clogs first appeared in Dazai's mind. Light and light, stepping on the ground, as if a butterfly landed on the petals, fluttering its wings slightly.

The woman came from far and near. She was very beautiful. The exquisite and luxurious hairpin fell on the towering bun like a butterfly wearing flowers. In the group, it was like seeing a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella in Gion, Kyoto hundreds of years ago, coming from far and near.

The head nodded slightly, revealing a neck like a white lotus root, like a water lotus flower, shy beyond the cold wind.

She and Dazai passed by, the quiet and elegant fragrance of lotus penetrated into her nostrils, accompanied by a slight dampness, she tilted her head slightly, only to see two or three drops of water mixed with her beautiful black hair.

[Um? ]

When the woman walked by, Dazai took out his mobile phone, stood still and gestured a few times, Hawkes paused and waited for him: "What happened?"

"No, no." Dazai said, "Just check the weather forecast."

"It's strange to say that when we boarded the car just now, there were two or three drops of rain falling from the sky, but the land here in Kabukicho is very dry, and there is no rain at all."

Hawks said: "It's normal. Tokyo is big. Kabukicho is quite far from Chuo Ward. There was a shower in Chuo Ward, but it didn't rain here."

Dazai said, "So that's what it is." He laughed and said, "I'm from Shizuoka, and I don't know much about the weather in Tokyo. I'd like to thank you for your answers in this regard."

Hawkes always felt that Dazai's words were weird, but when he thought about it carefully, he crumbled each word and chewed it, but he didn't know what went wrong, so he just kept it in his heart and tasted it carefully when he had time.

The tea house in Nakamura is very famous in the garden. The old woman with the body of dry wood wrapped in a kimono opened the curtain and welcomed Dazai and the others into the house. The old woman explained softly with a polite but not flattering smile: " I'm really sorry, Zhi Qiaozi performed Changfan Dance in Kanagawa today, and she just returned to the tea house, so I can only arrange the two of you at night time, if you come next time, it will be before midnight." Zhi Qiaozi was trained by Nakamura Tea House A geisha, a tea house does its best, but at most it can only train one person.

They were brought into the private room. From the outside, it seemed that the door was only the width of four tatami mats. When they opened it, they found something strange. The inside of the room was not very wide, but it was narrow enough. The cushions of Dazai and Hawkes were placed on the left side, and the geisha Zhi Qiaozi's cushion is far away from them.

"Then, please wait a moment, the two distinguished guests." The old woman was sitting on her knees and opened the paper door. Even Hawkes had never been to the tea house, so she was very uncomfortable at this time, almost sitting upright holding the teacup, while Dazai, his kneeling posture is quite standard, but his thumb and little finger are swaying left and right.

His toes didn't feel numb at all, but he just couldn't sit still, just like Dazai's throbbing heart, his thumbs turned left and right, which was very interesting.

The snow-white footbag stepped on the waxed floor without making any sound. The wooden door was slowly opened three times with force, and Zhi Qiaozi, the lady whom I met on the bluestone road, approached slowly.

[Miss Raindrop]

She also knelt on the soft cushion, and her actions showed the demeanor and elegance that had been cultivated for many years. Her face was small and delicate, her nose was high, and her lips seemed soft, but their shape was slightly sharp, as if polished. Afterwards, the smooth and introverted weapons are not born in the world.

"Little girl Zhi Qiaozi, I greet you both."

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 85%]