disqualified hero

Ginza, 3:00pm, sunny.

Wataru, Dazai, and Kobayakawa formed a row, and there was a bustling flow of people in front and behind.

Akemi Kobayakawa and Dazai did not wear school uniforms during the holidays. The former wore a light-colored dress, and his waterfall-like long hair was braided into a delicate herringbone braid. Two strands were ingeniously left on the left and right temples, and they were curled with curling irons. look like.It doesn't matter if you say it is sharp or it is beautiful.

"It's cute no matter what, Akemi-chan." Dazai wore the black windbreaker he often wears. The color of the clothes is similar to the school uniform, but because of the different styles, it is very easy to bring out his excessive precocity. He praised Akemi for dressing up His words are too proficient, without the shyness of a young man, with crooked eyes, raised corners of the mouth, and the movement that is about to touch Mingmei's temples but is off by a millimeter.

——His words are still sincere, far from intimacy, but anyone who sees his movements will think, "This skilled posture can only be achieved by praising many women."

[Xiao Mingmei is so cute. ]

Behind me, Watagata made a sound similar to Dazai's from the bottom of my heart.

"Thank you, Dazai-kun." What is frightening is that Kobayakawa Akemi also maintained a considerable degree of calm, or not at all girlish seriousness, making one wonder whether she likes Dazai as others have said.

[Ah, Minmei-chan is getting more and more in control! ]

[Obviously a few months ago, I would still blush because of the sudden praise, but after entering high school, I seem to have grown up suddenly, become more serious, and more at ease. ]

[Well, but this kind of Minmei-chan is great, it should be better than before, right? ]

"Your windbreaker is also pretty." She said, "But it's enough to wear a black suit-style school uniform at school. Don't you consider looking at other colors besides black when you go out?"

"Hey, I thought I looked good in black." He smiled at the cute girl, "Don't you think so, Akemi-chan?"

……

[The more extreme the color, the more beautiful it is, Shuji. ] A white, lacking pigment, like a hand drawn from a painting, rests on the soft and black hair of a child.

[What are the extreme colors, Mom? ]

[For example, black, white, and...] The fingers gently caressing the top of his head, how incredible, obviously the skin did not touch the skin, but he imagined the touch and temperature that the fingers should have.

It must be cold and soft, not as soft as the rice cakes pounded by jade rabbits in bamboo tubes, but rather like icy skin after refrigerating, lacking moisture and elasticity.

[There is also red. ] The young woman said in a voice so gentle that it made people want to cry.

[…] I can’t remember exactly what the young boy said, but Osamu Dazai remembered that after he finished speaking, his mother’s hand left his soft hair.

[Listen up, Xiu Zhi. ] She said [White is the color representing purity, the bride's Bai Wugou is white, and Sayuri is also white]

'Is that why mothers wear white dresses?Is that why the roofs of bungalows are white? '

[Black is a solemn color, representing a solemn death. ] She took the child into her arms and looked at it carefully [For Xiuzhi, either white or black is suitable, if your pupil color is not like that man's, but black like mine, it will be fine, then it will definitely be more pure . ]

[What about red?Mom, what color is red? ]

[red? ] The woman stopped suddenly, as if the gears of the music box were stuck, and the spring behind the delicate doll was turned to the extreme.

[How can you ask red? !How can you ask red? !Shuji! ]

[Sorry, I'm sorry, Mom]

'Red represents killing intent. '

'This is the truth my mother told me. '

……

"Black looks good on Dazai-kun." Kobayakawa said, "But looking good and being comfortable are not the same thing."

"What?" Even Dazai didn't expect Akemi Kobayakawa to say this, but with an indestructible mask hanging on his face, "It's an interesting statement."

"Excessively sharp beauty will make people feel mentally uncomfortable. There is such a saying." She said, "Of course, Dazai-kun wearing black makes me uncomfortable, not because of this reason."

"What's that?" He seemed desperate for an answer.

"Dazai-kun in black looks a bit too lonely." Mingmei said the words to the essence nonchalantly, "The black barrier completely separates you from the colorful world around you."

[Ah, here we go again. ]

Dazai's expressionless villain's face was torn open.

[Why, why are you so keen?Mingmei sauce? ]

[Is it the instinct of the beast?No, no, Minmei-chan is just very serious, she will listen to others very seriously, and answer every question very seriously, whether it's a joke or an absurd performance, everything is true in her eyes. ]

[She simply lacks the ability to complain about people! ]

[However, how should I put it...]

Dazai in real life showed a calm smile, this smile is different from the previous mocking smile, the smile that doesn't reach the bottom of the eye, and all kinds of smiles.

"Mingmei-chan."

"Ok?"

Dazai said, "You are really interesting." His eyes were curved, "The way you answer people's questions seriously is really cute."

"Hmm." Akemi Kobayakawa said thoughtfully, "Because I have been looking at Dazai-kun very seriously."

[Looking very carefully all the time. ]

"What color does Minmei-chan think I am suitable for?" Dazai asked, "Maybe I will buy one and try it on."

"Let me think about it." Akemi Kobayakawa looked at the empty sky, "Sure enough, it should be a softer color, such as apricot or something."

"Hey?"

"The apricot color of Rusha is great." She gestured hard, "It's a lot lighter than peanut butter."

"Understood, I will buy it."

……

Ginza, 3:15pm, sunny.

[I'm so redundant. ] Crossing me was thought about by my body.

[Obviously, I also tied my hair newly today. Although the clothes I wear are still the school uniforms of the high school attached to the school, don’t everyone think the school uniforms are cute?High school girls in uniform are the cutest, aren't they? ] She was thinking in her heart, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and I was overwhelmed by high school students who liked all kinds of bodies.

[That's great, I also want to have a good chat with Minmei-chan, and I also want to be praised for being cute. It would be even better if someone like Dazai-kun helps me choose clothes. ]

[I also want friends, I also want someone I like, and I also want to be followed. ]

[I really like Akemi and Dazai-kun! ]

Crazy thoughts were rampaging in Watanabe's mind, and the cage called "normal" bound her tightly, preventing her from acting like an abnormal person.

"It feels terrible, doesn't it?" After entering the arena, their seats were cleverly staggered. Needless to say, Dazai, it was his bad taste to go in with the flow of people. As for Akemi Kobayakawa, her seat was in the first row. The last one, and Watari was cleverly arranged to be the first in the second row.

After taking their seats one by one, a soft greeting came from beside her.

Looking back, what caught my eye was an overly concerned look.

From a visual point of view, Jie Wenya is really a handsome guy. His facial features are not very three-dimensional, but he is gentle and endearing. In addition, his voice is deliberately soft. The so-called spring-like herbivorous man refers to his type of handsome guy.

"Ah, I'm sorry." He realized his abruptness and smiled apologetically, "Just now I was standing behind you, so..." He spread his hands in embarrassment.

[so? ]

Du Wo still didn't respond, she looked at the person who entertained herself boredly.

[No answer? ]

Jie Wenya was also a little surprised. In his imagination, the female high school student in front of him would have two reactions, open the chat box, chatter and complain with him, or nod awkwardly, ah ah twice, but I was caught by the body React doesn't fall into any of these categories.

[Is it disdain to complain? ] He fell into thinking, [The three of them came to the sale together, even if they met on the road, they should be ordinary friends. A man and a woman were in a sticky relationship before, and the girl who followed behind, even if they met the man in front If you don't have a heart of love, you will also complain like 'the eyes are blind, the ears are deaf', right? ]

He changed his strategy: "Are you all fans of Mr. Dazai's books? Me too, my favorite book is..."

[How should a normal high school girl react?Follow his words, and finally say to the handsome guy, "You are so handsome, can you give me a phone number", or ask him to go to the cafe directly? ]

Like a stand-alone love game, three dialog boxes appeared in front of Towo Wokai's body, and the mouse arrow moved between the rectangular frames, and different choices seemed to lead to different endings.

"My favorite book is the newly released "Long Branch Mangosteen", have you read it?" He gently stroked the words on the cover of the book with his fingers.

——I am Changzhi, my soul is like a bird soaring on the blue sea, I stretch my wings more vigorously than anyone else, and I am more free than any bird.

——My soul is equal to anyone in the world.

[Are you living normally? ]

[I feel that I am living a normal life. ]

"I like you very much, Uncle." A strand of hair jumped out from the buds on the head of Du Wo's quilt. Those hairs were scattered and messy on her head, as if they would follow every breath. And beating.

"Although you are making a lot of noise, the smell of blood on your body is great. I like the smell of blood very much, or rather, I like it the most."

"But even if I like you, you can't speak ill of Xiao Mingmei and the others, because I like them too." When I was speaking, Wataru was staring straight ahead with her face, and the people sitting on the left and right could not see her face.

"..." Jie Wenya also took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his throat was trembling, and his voice was trembling with excitement, "How did you tell?"

[Conditions, fulfilled! ]

"How can you tell...um..."

"Go to the bathroom, sweet lady." He said softly, "We have a long time to go."

……

In the same city, 3:20pm, overcast.

The heels of the shoes hit the ground made of stone slabs, but there was no sound.The lamps embedded in the ceiling were dimmed, casting cold, weak light into the seams of the walls.

Aizawa Shouta stopped in his tracks, and he swiped his card once in front of the door made of bulletproof glass before he was let go.

The press conference of the work was held on the fifth floor, and the sixth floor was arranged as a temporary monitoring room, and all the mobile tactical equipment was moved to the sixth floor.

"What's going on?" The glass door opened to the left and right sides, and 36 electronic screens were arranged in an orderly manner in the house from left to right. The screens shone with green light, and the light shone on the faces of the staff below the screens.

Theoretically speaking, the work of coordinating and arranging should fall on Hawkes, the hero with the highest ranking. Unfortunately, after seeing the skills of Aizawa Shouta's teacher, he waved his hands again and again, assigning the title of "general" to him on the head.

"My ability as a hero is indeed very strong, but when it comes to analysis ability, reasoning ability, and ability to restrain the little devil, none of them are as good as Eraserhead."

The public image of Hawks is very arrogant, his rare modesty surprised everyone, even in the middle of the night, he couldn't help reaching out and patting Aizawa Shouta on the shoulder a few times: "It's amazing, Eraser, to let that Hawkes Si surrendered!"

"He's too fast a man."

[What do you say to admit defeat or not? In the end, only my workload has increased. ]

"No problem." The assistant said, "The elite troops have already infiltrated, only the two who were with Mr. Dazai have not been replaced."

"Wait." Aizawa Shouta said, "Why haven't they been replaced?"

The method of their replacement is very simple. The staff will lead the "baits" to the non-existent boxes to watch the press conference, and the replacements will be distributed in the lower seats.

"Miss Kobayakawa has already known about our plan and has rejected the replacement action."

"Director Kobayakawa sent many people to protect Miss Kobayakawa."

[Tsk, I clearly said that the plan should be known to as few people as possible to avoid information leakage, these privileged classes, tsk. ]

"Then..." He looked at the screen and matched the face and name in his memory: "What's the matter with crossing my body?"

"She was retained by Mr. Dazai's name." The coordinating police officer said, "Mr. Dazai has been given certain authority as a consultant."

[...]

[Mistake, really too much mistake]

The bloodshot climbed up the white part of Aizawa Xiao's too dry eyes, Dazai's suicide activities in the name of love incident, the reminder in the tavern, and the incitement performance in the Juli incident.

The feeling of powerlessness mixed with the desire to complain kept churning in his chest, and finally turned into a wisp of turbid air, which he exhaled heavily from his lungs.

He adjusted the headset and switched channels: "Midnight, midnight, call midnight."

Zilazila electric current sound.

"What's the matter, Eraserhead?"

"Did you see the girl in the light yellow school uniform of the High School Affiliated to Dongdae in the second row?"

Midnight stood in the box and looked around. In the box, the female students who were arranged to sit together looked like chattering larks, with their fat necks entangled together.

"Hey, you are also the invitation letter sent by classmate Dazai?"

"Is this a VIP seat?"

"Ah, as expected of Dazai-san."

"It's like a box at a concert."

"Ah, I see." Through the single-sided window, Midnight found Watanabe's body.

"Go to protect her personally." Aizawa Xiaota arranged in an orderly manner, "I adjusted the seat for you, the first in the third row, behind her, you just rushed to disguise, and then jumped in line to sit."

"Okay." She read the eagerness in Aizawa Shouta's words, "Be sure to explain it to me later."

"Row."

……

After enlivening the atmosphere, the host announced: "Let's invite Mr. Dazai to play next."

The vertical mackerel slowly rises from the lifting platform to the table from bottom to top, staring at everyone present with its dead eyes.

"Hello, everyone~" The person wearing the hood greeted everyone happily.

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 88%]