disqualified hero

"Zhikun, Zhikun!" Watari asked again in her cheerful and somewhat crazy tone. If it was at school, she would never do this—spreading her arms, bouncing around Dazai Osamu's side , the bow tie of the sailor suit, the skirt of the pleated skirt, these girly clothes are gently held up by the cool night air, and flutter in the air like flowers and butterflies.

In any case, Wataru was too excited by her body, and her actions were beyond cheerful. Walking on the busy streets of Tokyo, passers-by couldn't help but look back at her twice. When the body is still cute and the face is cute, many people look away in understanding, but the women are not very friendly. Some people curl their lips, and some people "tsk" in disgust.

"What's the matter, Wataru-chan?" Dazai followed her, perhaps walking a bit fast, and the corners of his windbreaker were blown up by the summer evening wind.

"Why did you go to the warehouse with me?" she said, "Under normal circumstances, you should choose to notify the hero or the police. Zhijun and I went to the warehouse, and there is nothing good at all."

"No." Dazai stood on tiptoe and jumped forward. He crossed the steps in the way of crossing a river. No matter from any angle, the movement was full of childishness.

"For me, just the possibility of being kidnapped and killed is enough for me to exhaust all my strength and become that hostage."

[Why? ]

"I said that I want to die, I want to commit suicide, and I have always been very serious." He said, "Well, after all, he is a serial murderer who has successfully killed many people. Maybe he has truly exquisite killing skills that can bring me A special death experience, if that is the case, no matter how much you pay, it will be worth it."

"Even for this reason, I have to become a specific hostage."

"I can't understand it at all." Wataru said to me, "However, you are indeed a very interesting person, Zhijun." She said, "I like you a little bit."

"Speaking of it." Dazai said, "Why do you call me Zhijun." He tilted his head, as if troubled by the title, "It's not that I can't say no, but everyone Dazai Dazai has to call me Zhijun." It’s the first time.” Like a studious student, he finally found a suitable modifier to answer, “It’s really novel to be called that.”

"Because Zhijun and I are already friends." She said, "It's like calling Xiaomingmei Xiaomingmei. We have become friends. There must be a difference in the title, so we call Zhijun Zhijun."

"Hey, that's how it is." Dazai scolded, "It's too much, so we just became friends? I thought Watanabe-chan liked my book very much."

"No." She said, "Before that, I didn't want to have anything to do with Zhijun except the funny part." She said, "You look like the kind of very unlovable, easy to bring death I want to live a little longer, so of course I have to retreat in time."

[It's too sharp, Wataru-chan. ]

[Is it the keen intuition brought about by the different brain regions? It's just like a beast! ]

……

"Mind control personality?" Aizawa Shouta's voice came from the headset at midnight, and the latter, like the other heroes, had already come out of the monitoring room. The traffic cameras caught Dazai and the others, but they only knew that they were in Tokyo. Standing nearby, the range cannot be reduced to a smaller size. Hawks, who is good at scouting, has already gone out, and Aizawa Shouta, considering that his ability can just restrain the enemy, that is to say, he can decipher spiritual hints, he also went to the nearest The site is on standby.

A series of arrangements and plans were completed in a very short period of time. As for Midnight, she was trying to find even the slightest hint from the surveillance video.

Those two high school students who were hired didn't know anything. They were recruited from the corners of the streets and used money to do things, and it was another delinquent who confessed to them.

The police have taken them away, and the two will not face detention, but interrogation will be inevitable.

"Similar to Ai Asakura?" Mind-controlling personalities are very rare, and Midnight's personality is not good for criminals of this type, so he rarely faces special types of enemies at work. It appears to be inexperienced.

Turning out the human-spiritual enemies that have been raging in my mind for the past two years, the first thing that comes to mind is the prototype of the protagonist in "In the Name of Love".

"No," Aizawa Shouta said, "the nature should be different."

"Asakura Ai's personality is strong, but it takes time to activate." He said, "The ability called love is extremely powerful, but it takes more than a few weeks for students to fall in love with her, but this time the enemy's ability is not. It can take effect after going through some kind of trigger medium."

Midnight: "I see."

"But his ability should be limited by mental power." Aizawa Xiaota added, "Otherwise, the targets he chooses to attack will not be unknown young heroes and young policemen. Instinctively afraid."

"If nothing else, he can't control everyone."

He concluded: "Anyway, be careful, midnight."

"You too, Eraserhead."

Communications cut off.

"Have you found anything? This hero?" The waiter said from behind. He was trembling, like a small citizen who was involved in an accident, and his voice was so frightened that his voice broke.

Midnight, who was thinking about the medium, said, "Not yet."

[There are too many media to activate the personality condition, just like a rubber head, as long as it is shown to him, everyone will fall into the personality, and it is impossible to guard against it. ]

The conversation behind him continued: "Manager, why are you here?"

"I'll see how it goes."

The store manager is a middle-aged and elderly man in his 50s, who also wears a neat suit.It's not surprising that he came over at midnight. The store manager paid close attention to the situation in the store, and went back and forth many times since she showed her hero license to check the video recording.

"Whoosh—" There was a burst of piercing sound in the air, Midnight's body surpassed her mind, dodging flexibly, and the iron stick slammed on the computer screen.

[This is……]

She took a leap to the right to avoid the ensuing attacks. The monitoring room was very narrow, and there were scattered tables and chairs besides the computer screen. Unlike an old man, chasing midnight looks like a zombie chasing a piece of meat.

Another waiter let out a series of terrified screams, and almost retreated with hands and feet: "Come on! Come on! The manager..."

"Is it under control?" Midnight made a decisive decision and rolled up her cuffs. Her body was tightly wrapped by the cloth. Almost the moment her skin was exposed, a faint fragrance diffused in the room, her eyes were dull. The store manager inhaled the air, his legs went limp, and the stick in his hand fell to the ground.

"It's midnight here, it's midnight here." She turned on the headset, "I was attacked by the enemy."

She only heard the electric sound of "zilazila" coming from the headset, occasionally mixed with scattered words, but in short, they could not form a complete sentence. She made a "tsk", knowing that the signal in her heart was cut off.

The person hiding in the next room is manipulating his mobile phone, and the camera hidden in a hidden corner clearly transmits the scene in the room to his mobile phone screen.

[This ability, could it be the hero Midnight? ]

He only thought for a while, when a tearing pain came from his brain, his brain was almost torn in two, and even his fingers began to tremble.Jie Wenya also took a deep breath, took out a needle tube from his pocket without any surprise, and stabbed it into his arm familiarly.

He has a row of needles in his hand.

Painkiller - strong morphine.

[The prepared crowd tactics are just right. ]

……

The store manager is just the first one, people, there is a constant influx of people, both men and women.

Midnight's hypnotic ability is far less effective for women than it is for men, not to mention those innocent women who are armed with sharp weapons, almost rushing towards her fiercely with the aim of taking her life.

To subdue multiple people at the same time, they can't be harmed, even at midnight, it's a bit exhausting, but it's definitely not to the point where it can't be handled.

Originally, she should be able to break out of the coffee shop smoothly, originally...

"Please pass out for a while, hero Midnight." A familiar voice came from beside her, and she seemed to have heard it more than once.

Drowsy welling up, she used her willpower to fight against the desire to "want to pass out". Turning her head, she saw the well-fitting waiter's attire.

Whether it's movement or perception, they all became a little sluggish because of the phrase "pass out".

Midnight opened his mouth, and just about to speak, the pinna of his ears belatedly received the crackling sound of sharpness and air rubbing against each other.Jiewen Masaya's mouth and nose were covered with a simple gas mask, and he gently praised the woman who swung the stick, as if he was praising his beloved little girl: "You did a good job."

Tick, tick--

Sweat droplets rolled down along his gentle facial contours, first staying at the tip of his chin, following the master's breathing, the crystal clear beads of sweat trembled, and finally all the way down, falling on the black The pointy toe of the shoe.

Jiewen Yaya's state is really not better than Midnight, better than anyone present, but unfortunately Midnight couldn't see him, the latter's face was half blocked by the gas mask, the heroine fainted unwillingly, followed closely by all Wen Yaye leaned her back against the wall, slid down sharply, and finally sat powerlessly on the ground.

[It’s really incredible, as expected, there is a big difference between the top-ranked heroes and the bottom-ranked heroes. ]

[If it is a young hero who has just debuted, at most one or two hints will be enough. It should be said that he is not sure who is coming, so he has made complete preparations in advance?If I'm less prepared, I'm going to give up here! ]

[But no, I can't stop yet. ]

He stood up with the support of the wall, no matter how powerful his personality is, there is an upper limit, and the same is true of Kamen Masaya's personality, first of all, his hints cannot directly endanger people's lives, that is to say, he can order people to "" "faint", but can't order people to "suicide"; secondly, there is no upper limit to the number of people he controls in theory, but as long as he uses his ability more than three times in a week, he will feel a strong migraine, the more people come, the migraine more and more intense.

Finally, whether the hint takes effect is related to the spiritual power of the hinted person. He has been doing meditation training all year round, and his spiritual power is profound, but the higher the ranking, the stronger the will of the hero. She was distracted and finally hit with a stick again, she probably fainted less than 30% of the time, and now, if Kamen Masaya didn't move fast enough, she would wake up soon too.

He injected himself with another painkiller, seeing Midnight's face gradually fading due to the time, Jun Wenya also showed a smile mixed with pain and relief.

——The pain twisted his face into a ball, and the joy of the soul tore the flesh around his lips. His expression was not so much an expression, but rather a painting, an abstraction, I don’t know if it was telling Angel or demon painting.

[I'm really, really happy! ]

……

Colorful small light bulbs in a mess, deafening music exploding in the ears, the machine that swallows small steel balls, the electronic sound of "Youare Winner"... All the video game cities in the world are similar, but they are the same as the quiet ones. Compared with the game arcades in Oka City, Izuku Midoriya has to admit that the arcades in Tokyo are much noisier.

[Perhaps because of the pachinko machine on the first floor? ] His right hand is mechanically manipulating the lever, up and down, left and right, the racing car on the screen is shaking left and right under Green Valley’s exquisite control, galloping on a smooth track, it runs really beautifully, even if it is issued three times in a row Even the corners can be passed without any expectation, especially compared with the go-kart controlled by Iida, Green Valley's technology is simply a high-level art.

"That's amazing, Izuku-kun." Not only Liri Ochako, but also the game boys who came and went were attracted, staring at Midoriya and the screen in front of him.

[According to Mr. Dazai, the difference between a game arcade and a workplace is whether there is a pachinko machine at the door, as long as there is a pachinko machine, it is a dangerous workplace, and some housewives rely on it to earn a living Expenses, some people hope to get rich overnight, but because of the more attributes of "making money", the nature of "playing" is greatly reduced. ]

He could almost see Dazai sitting in front of the pachinko, spitting out a lot of bills after a few casual manipulations: "Just use these bills to play other games, I have never been in the green valley of the game arcade." Classmate Jiu." What he said to Lu Gu three years ago.

"But……"

"Have a little bit of fun in your school days, Lu Gu." He said, "Happiness is second only to death in life, and even I can feel the joy of game consoles."

"If you don't enjoy the fun of gameboy until the end of your school days, then your life is too miserable." He said, "Let's play together."

"As a human being, you really have to do what makes you happy."

"Youarewinner!!!" Liri's admiration did not wake him up from his thoughts, and the cheers of others never penetrated into his ears, but the electronic sound of the winner suddenly woke up Green Valley.

"I won?" He was at a loss.

"Of course!" Li Ri gave a thumbs up, "The technique is quite good!"

On the other side, Iida held his head in his hands and went crazy: "So! Is it so difficult to play games? Not only do you need to think and plan in response to the situation, but your fingers also need to keep up with the rhythm of the brain. In this way It seems that playing games can definitely test both control and mind..."

[No, you are overthinking, Iida-san. ]

Green Valley put down the handle, and wiped his nose with his hands in embarrassment: "This is the first time I have won."

"Huh?" Li Ri was stunned, "How come?"

"Before, I only went to the arcade with Mr. Dazai. He is also very good at playing games. No matter how hard you practice, you can't beat him."

……

"Bang bang bang bang." Bakugo took a machine gun and fired at the mobs.

"Ten, ten, ten."

"It's amazing, Bakugou." Kirishima Eijiro couldn't help but put down his head to watch, watching Bakugo ruthlessly ravage the mobs on the screen.

If there is anything wrong with Bao Hao, it is that his murderous intent is too heavy, he is clearly playing a game, but he yells "Go to hell" sincerely.

The weather is hot, even though there is air-conditioning in the game hall, after playing two games, Bakugo took off his jacket, revealing the black sleeveless vest inside. The smooth muscle lines have an explosive visual beauty. The women in the game hall The child has wandered around here several times, his eyes glued to Baohao's arm.

[Bakugo’s words, although very fierce, are still a pool of noodles. ]

"Don't play anymore." After the round, Bakugou stopped, put the machine gun back in place, grabbed his coat and said, "Let's go."

"Huh?" Kirishima said, "Leaving now?" But he also followed Bakugo out.

"It's boring." When he spoke, his brows were still furrowed.

For some reason, the scene of Dazai leaving is always lingering in his mind, and even the crazy girl who followed him is firmly remembered by Bakugo. Girl, her expression is really crazy.

[That guy, what the hell did he do? ] Bakugo stood beside the vending machine outside the game city, put in 130 yen, bought a cold bottle of Diet Coke, opened the can, and the bubbles couldn't wait to come out of the can.

[Tsk, suicide bastard! ]

A rather bad premonition reverberated in his heart. In Bakugo's rare memory related to Dazai, nothing good would happen as long as he saw him.

"Hey, are you leaving now? Deku-kun?" The familiar voice of Dabinglian came from behind, they were chatting casually, and did not notice the fat vending machine Bakugo, while the latter remained silent The action of drinking coke, not listening to them deliberately.

"Well, you guys go first." Green Valley said, "I still have something to say." He said, "In fact, I saw Dazai-san just before I came in. For some reason, I was always a little uneasy."

"I'm going to find Dazai-san and see what he's doing."

For some reason, Dazai's words kept echoing in Midoriya's mind.

[Why play games?Of course it's because the game is so much fun. ]

[Hey, Lu Gu, don’t you think it’s more reasonable for people to act for fun and for the momentary pleasure than to fight for the future and ideals?After all, work and studies are just to please my future self. In my case, I don’t need any future, as long as I can live happily now! ]

[Dazai-san who will do anything for the pleasure of the moment. ]

[Dazai-san who loves suicide. ]

Overlapping his shallow knowledge of Dazai, Midoriya's heart was beating crazily in his chest with anxiety.

[I always feel that if I haven't seen Dazai-san for a while, he will do something terrible. ]

"Ok?"

"Green Valley?" Kirishima Eijiro was startled.

"Kirishima-san?" Lugu also exclaimed.

[That idiot of the shit head! ]

"Are you guys coming over to play games too?" He said as he walked forward, and finally came to the vending machine, "I've been looking for you for a long time, so I'm here, Baohao."

"Ka, ka sauce!"

Without looking back, Bakugo can imagine the stupidity of Izuku Midori, he squashed the empty soda can and threw it into the trash can next to the vending machine, then stared at Izuku Midori with his triangular eyes: "Hey, waste time."

"You just said that you also saw the suicide bastard?"

"Yes." Midoriya Izuku seemed to have forgotten the stress reaction to Bakugou, and calmed down, he said, "Ka-chan also met Dazai-san?"

"Where did you see him?" Bakugou asked bluntly.

"The intersection of Changgu Street and Hong Street on the right side of the game hall."

[The intersection of Changgu Street and Hong Street? ]

Bao Hao took out his mobile phone, and didn't tell anyone what he was doing. He opened Google Maps, entered the address that Green Valley said, and then pointed out the address where he met Dazai separately. The three points overlapped together, Connected into a line, locked into a new road.

[Hekou Warehouse? ] He put his phone in his pocket, and his hands in his trouser pockets.

"If Kachan, do you also want to go to classmate Dazai?" Lvgu followed immediately.

"Ha, what does it have to do with you?" Bakugo's tone was still very bad.

"I'll go with you," he said, "I'll go with you, Kachan."

However, before that...

Green Valley took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of someone in the address book.

"Excuse me, is this Aizawa-sensei?"

……

Kawaguchi Street is a well-known gourmet street in Tokyo. Various restaurants and restaurants are lined up on the crowded street.

Since there is a restaurant, there must be a warehouse for storing food, especially in the hot summer.There is a warehouse behind Hekou street, which puts more seasonal vegetables and meat.

"Just leave the goods at the door of the warehouse." Jie Wenya also got out of the car, smiling, "Leave the rest to me, you two, please go and rest."

The driver got out of the car and helped him move the huge cardboard box out of the compartment. The man felt the light weight and asked, "What's in it?"

"It's just pork from Hokkaido, because a customer asked to taste the delicacy of a whole piglet."

"I see."

"Thanks for your hard work." He stood beside the cardboard box and bowed to the little train that was leaving. He didn't straighten his back until the car was out of his sight.

"Next..."

"Clatter——" the iron door of the warehouse was rolled up, and the cardboard boxes filled with midnight were pushed and carried into the room. He turned around and pulled the iron door down again. The illusion that the warehouse is closed.

"Good evening." The brisk voice came from the back of the head, settled in the lungs, followed the trembling joy of the breath, and passed into the ears of others.

"Good evening, Mr. Reader, seat three and seat two."

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 93%]