disqualified hero

Estuary Warehouse, 8:31pm.

Masaya's eyes flicked across Dazai's hand.

The latter's hands were firmly locked in handcuffs. Those handcuffs were definitely not goods that can be seen everywhere on the road, but special handcuffs used by the police station to control vicious criminals. Without a key, they could never be opened.

[Oh, looking at the expression on the third row and the second seater, is it possible that you are glad that I am honestly wearing handcuffs?If so, it would be too boring. ]

Du Wo was leaning against his back, and she really fell asleep. She slept very soundly while waiting with the handcuffs for nothing.

If she was in another place, such as at school, she would not be able to sleep peacefully, but this time it was different, even if the door was rolled up, it only made her frown, and she hadn't woken up yet.

"You're already awake?" Jun Wenya also said, "Should I say that you are indeed Mr. Dazai? You can quickly break free from my hypnosis." He took out a utility knife from his pocket and cut open the cardboard box in front of him. , Dazai thought it was very interesting, let out an "oh", stretched his neck, and saw that Midnight was hugged out of the cardboard box, and the same handcuffs were buckled around her neck.

"Hey, why do you say I'm Teacher Dazai?" Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "I'm just an ordinary student."

"Please don't underestimate yourself, Mr. Dazai." Jie Wenya also pointed to her ears, "My hearing is better than ordinary people, and I can distinguish subtle differences in voice lines. I'm afraid you don't know, sir. I happened to be standing in the queue. Behind you, the teacher did not deliberately change his own voice with a voice-changing device at the press conference, so it is really easy for me to recognize the teacher."

"So that's it." Osamu Dazai nodded, "It's the same as I thought." He said, "Then what are you going to do now, are you going to give me the death penalty?" He said, "If you do it yourself, please Choose a simple and clear technique without pain, if it is too painful, the tranquility of death will be greatly compromised."

"I'm sorry, even if it's Dazai-sensei's request, I can't immediately agree." After hearing what Dazai Osamu said, Minami Masaya's eyes widened slightly. Even he didn't expect such an answer, but he thought Accepting the reality quite quickly, "It's actually this Miss Hero who did it." He pointed to Midnight, who hadn't woken up yet, "Maybe she will choose you, a treasure in the literary world, instead of the lady behind you .”

"That's right." As if he suddenly remembered something, he injected Midnight with a muscle relaxant first, and then took out his phone.

"Let me call my miss's family first," he said, "we'll talk later."

"Hey, do you want to chat with a man for so long?" Dazai shook his unfettered legs, "I'm a little bit reluctant!"

……

Game City, 8:25pm.

"That's the way it is, Aizawa-sensei."

"I understand." Aizawa Shouta said, "Stay where you are, don't go to the Heguchi Warehouse, I'll rush there right away." After speaking, he hung up the phone with a snap.

There is a connection between Green Valley calling Aizawa Shouta. He knew Bakugo and Aizawa much earlier. Above is intimacy.

Three months later, Aizawa and Midoriya had a conversation after discovering that the hero who had met a few times had become the class teacher.

"If you think there's something wrong with Dazai." Aizawa paused, and changed his words, "If you think he's putting himself in danger again, please let me know."

[Standby?Don't go to the Estuary Warehouse? ] Green Valley keenly grasped the weirdness in Aizawa Xiaota's words, and he fell into a state of thoughts: "Sure enough, there must be something wrong with Mr. Aizawa, and he seems to know the inside story from Mr. Aizawa's tone. Could it be that He is cooperating with professional heroes, and today's press conference, whether it is the scale or the police force..."

"Izuku-kun!" Li Ri interrupted even before the solid words wrapped Midorigu Izuku, "Bakugo-san has already gone far, why don't we go?"

"!"

[Ka sauce! ] He shouted crazily in his heart, the action is really too fast!

……

Tokyo Station, 8:30pm.

"Zi la - zi la -"

Hawks hovers high above Tokyo. In his jurisdiction, local residents can often see birds with huge wings flying in the sky day and night. Sometimes it is him, sometimes it is Goliath. , The heroes on patrol bring citizens an unparalleled sense of peace of mind, as if they can call for heroes by raising their heads and waving their hands.

He has soared in the jurisdiction countless times, hundreds of days and nights, enough to remember all the distinctive buildings in his heart.

But Tokyo Station, Tokyo Station is different.

Hawks swooped down from high to low, densely packed, vehicles like small beetles enlarged, and people smaller than ants, like small black dots on the map, also had their own faces, and he could even see some of them. The man took out his mobile phone and took a picture of himself gliding in the air.

"Hawks!"

"Hawks!"

"It's Hawks!"

[No]

[No]

[No]

[There is no shadow of Dazai Osamu]

Even if his current mood is not too impatient, it is not very good. At this moment, the public channel of the headset is turned on, and the sound of electric current makes him subconsciously reach out and cover the headset, waiting for the latest news from Aizawa Shouta inform.

It's a pity that it wasn't Aizawa Shouta's voice that reached his ears, but a faint "You're awake" that seemed to come from a distance.

[What's the situation, channeling? ]

Thirty seconds later, Dazai pretended to be "I'm just an ordinary student", successfully causing Hawks' expression to collapse, and he contacted the main force urgently, only to realize that there was a mess.

"Hey, Eraserhead, what's going on here?" Hawkes said, "Dazai was kidnapped? Can you locate it?"

"No." Aizawa Shouta's voice was weak, as lacking in energy as himself, "but the location is almost known, I was just about to tell you about it," he paused and said, "in Hekou Warehouse, if there is no accident, Midnight who lost contact is with him and they are all there."

/what happened?this voice? /

/ Is the murderer of the serial kidnapping case? /

/Eraserhead, give me an explanation. /

/ Who is speaking now? /

Suddenly there was a chaotic noise in his ears, and Hawks was dumbfounded. He cut off all the multi-directional connections, leaving only the communication with Aizawa Shouta: "That brat Dazai?"

"That's right." The deep male voice came into Hawkes' ears, "We are not the only ones who opened the public channels. The channels used by the high-level police officers, including Chief Kobayakawa, have all been opened."

"In other words, this news is broadcast to all internal members."

/ Hawks, Hawks, Connect Hawks /

／Let the hero who went to capture the enemy not to act rashly, and wait for the enemy to confess his crimes before doing other things／

The corners of Hawkes' mouth were pulled upwards, he was hovering in mid-air, neither up nor down, the same was true for the corners of his mouth, the young soul in his body felt dumbfounded by the chaos, and even wanted to make two taunts The sneer, and the reliable part of the hero is associated with the situation that may appear in the future, like Waterloo sliding into the abyss.

[What exactly are you trying to do, Dazai? ]

……

Estuary Warehouse, 8:35pm.

Jie Wenya also put down the phone, and saw Dazai looking at him with a pair of shining eyes full of stars. The strange thing is that his pupils are full of brilliance, but he can't make him feel the beauty and joy. .

"Let's talk about something, Mr. Three Rows Two Seats." The kidnapped victim had no sense of being violated. He chose a good place for himself. The scattered containers in the warehouse became a bench, and his hands were handcuffed Handcuffed together, the elbows were bent strangely. He rested his elbows on his thighs, his upper body tilted slightly downwards, and his chin was supported by the palms of his hands.

This gesture reminded Jie Wenya of the performances in the kindergarten. People always compared the child's smiling face to a newborn sun, or a flower bud, set off by valleys or green leaves.When children in kindergarten dance, don't they often do the gesture of holding their chin with the palm of their hand?

"Okay." He agreed to Dazai's unimaginable request, and sat cross-legged on the ground. This action was done for him, and he forcibly added the unique unrestrained and uninhibited style of a noble son. Anyone who has seen Yu Wen Ya Ye will know that he Absolutely received a very good education. In ancient times, he was a noble son who grew up amidst the piles of silk and spices.

"I want to talk about something, Dazai-sensei."

"Let's talk about personality building first." Dazai's words are like a quill, the main body is a light feather, and the pointed tip is a specially made metal shoulder-to-shoulder. It seems inconspicuous, but when it penetrates into the flesh, it makes people scream , blood flowing from the blue blood vessels.

"I'm not interested in hearing stories about your friends or seniors." Dazai said, "Why don't you tell me your story, maybe I can still conceive a good book in my heart."

"Hey, is it?" Masaya's smile is like a mask, staying on the surface of the skin, "Mr. Dazai may not have a chance to write a book." He changed the subject, "Fortunately, I am bored of talking about myself." The story doesn't contradict much."

"So let's talk about it."

……

My current name is Yawen Yaya.

He was wearing an old-fashioned junior high school uniform, walking on the campus of the High School Affiliated to Dongda University. Ten years ago, their school uniforms were not what they are now. Boys wore black clothes with a stand-up collar and the buttons buttoned to the top.In March and April, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the first day of school is a windless day. Those flowers stand quietly on the branches, like the depiction of wood carvings and paintings.

I didn't have that name until high school.

Jiewen Yaye thought casually, Yaye is still Yaye, why did she change her name to Jiewen? Wasn't it because the victim was named Jiewen?

The politician's son and the police officer's son are also hostages, and they can only save one of them.

The police officer's familiar name and his Yaya form a new name.

[Why was it me who survived at that time? ]

……

13 years ago, Tokyo National Museum, 3:42pm.

""Jingming Genlun" is a work written by Ji Zang in his later years. The entire book is collected in the Tokyo National Museum, which is the book in front of us. The content of the book is quite extensive, including Buddhist terms, terminology, and allusions..." Walking to Xin In the collection hall, the earphones inserted in the ears were triggered, and the mechanical female voice was continuously transmitted to the ears, making Ya Ye feel drowsy.

[so annoying. ]

he thinks.

[Extracurricular study, when will it end? ]

[It’s so annoying, it’s so annoying, can you do something exciting. ]

"Ya Ye?" A friend's voice came from beside him, and everyone heard the philosopher's hand waving in front of him, "Why are you distracted again?"

"Because it's boring." As Ya Ye walked, he tapped his toes on the smooth tiled floor. The tiles were white and wiped clean, and his face was reflected on the ground.

What kind of face is that?Bored, disappointed and bored with life, able to face a pale face like a mask, wake up every morning, dry her face in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wipe off the water droplets on her cheeks, Ya also looks at herself in the mirror, all I couldn't help but think: How can someone be so boring?So ugly, so ugly, he felt so ugly.

[Mephisto measures people by looking at the light of the soul. The whiter the shining soul, the higher the value. If that is the case, my soul should be worthless, right? ]

"Ah, it's really boring." Jie Wenzhi said, "But if it's not good-looking, the homework won't be finished," he said with a smile, and stopped for a while, "Go back to my house to play video games at night, I bought a new one. Your mother doesn’t allow you to play video games at home, right?”

Yaye's family education is very strict. His mother does not allow game consoles to appear at home. As long as he returns home, there are only books, studies, politics, and the piano. They are all boring things that he has no interest in.

"But I'm almost tired of playing the game." He said, "Playing games with philosophers is not interesting at all. Your skills are too bad, and you keep losing. If you play games, it's more interesting to lose and win, right?"

"It's not like that for me." The philosopher said, "It's just Yaya who is struggling. It's not interesting to win all the time, but if you lose, you have someone you want to surpass." He said, "Yaya thinks, what is more interesting?"

"Maybe it's murder." Ya also thought about it, and said, "Like life and death, arson, murder, don't you think it's very interesting?"

"True or not?" he said. "Would it be fun to hurt other people?"

"I don't know." Yaya said, "Maybe, I haven't tried it, but maybe it will make me find it interesting."

"Impossible, impossible." The philosopher shook his hand, "If Yaya, would you feed the stray cats in front of the school?"

"..."

"Look, someone who likes small animals, how can he be a bad person."

[I just like small animals more than people. ]

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" in the quiet and air-conditioned Rijksmuseum. The teacher who led the students was also flustered. The person who came asked anxiously, "What happened?"

"It's the enemy, the enemy is hiding in!" The man shouted, "Let go, let go quickly, are you dying?"

"Students, run quickly!" The teacher's sharp voice reached the ears of every student. Before she screamed, some people had already left. They ran in the direction of people running, Philosophers and Yaya are relatively late.

"Hostage hostage hostage hostage hostage, give me a hostage!" A crazy and dangerous voice came from the back of his head, and in a blink of an eye, a plastic tape dreamily tied his mouth and nose, wrists, ankles, waist, different All parts are bound.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !

[Philosopher? ]

His eyes widened.

[Philosopher?philosopher?Why is it a philosopher? ]

[Who will save him, save him! ]

[If there is only one person alive in the world, I hope it is a philosopher. ]

[As for me, a monster like me, a monster who wants to cut people's necks with a knife every day, I don't deserve to live in this world at all. ]

……

Estuary Warehouse, 8:37pm.

"Although I really want to tell you my story, I don't really have any specific stories." He said, "If I really want to say it, I'm just a born killer, so I really want people's lives."

As for the origin of the name, the past, nothing matters.

"I have lived in the world normally for many years. Does Mr. Dazai know what it feels like?" Jie Wenya also said, "It's like people laugh when they want to laugh, and cry when they want to cry. If you want to kill, kill, eat food, play games, read, go to the aquarium, things that can bring happiness to ordinary people can't bring me happiness, but torn muscles and flowing blood can bring me happiness, that's all Simple thing."

"For me, the loss of life is normal."

"I see, I see." Dazai said with a smile, "So you are a born killer?"

"Maybe." He said, "My character is really easy to commit crimes, isn't it? According to Mr. Dazai, if my ability is not hypnosis but some other weak personality, maybe my actions will not be so simple I couldn't do it, but because I had the right personality, I made it."

"Perhaps personality will not have a big impact on my personality shaping. After all, I am a born killer, but it undoubtedly provides me with a better way."

Dazai said: "Well..." He shook his bound hands, "Really, a natural born murderer?" , If you can't feel happy, you really can't commit so many cases."

"However, there are several reasons for the birth of pleasure criminals, two of which are more common." He stretched out a finger, "First, Mr. Three Row Two Seats, your brain development is different from other people's, from everyone else's. .”

"The development of different brain areas can cause abnormal secretion of hormones in the brain, and the overly complicated medical language in it is omitted, and the result is that the way you feel pleasure is inherently different from other people."

"Really?" Jie Wenya also said, "I probably am such a person, I'm so ashamed!"

"No, no, there is a second kind, Mr. Pleasure Criminal, I don't know if it's cute or not." He said, "It's the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, after receiving some kind of major stimulus, the personality and even the physiology are distorted, and it becomes the day after tomorrow. pleasure offender."

"Speaking of which, have you ever heard of a name?" Dazai's eyes were bent into crescents, "I've heard of the sage, it's very similar to your name, right?"

All Wen Yaye, his pupils stood up.

……

8:32pm.

"Listen, the identity of the prisoner has been found out. I have heard of Masaya. This is his registered name in junior high school. The previous name was me, Shan Yaya." All the heroes, including Dazai who was driving the mic, heard this. .

"Next, I will briefly describe some experiences in his life that may have played a major turning point in his life."

……

Estuary Warehouse, 8:37pm.

Hawks hovered outside the warehouse.

"It's almost there?" Even though he knew the story of the past that he didn't even mention to Dazai, Hawks didn't have much sympathy for him. He is a very good hero who firmly draws a line in his heart, like A person like him, of course, will have some feelings due to the tragic past, but more, sympathy for the enemy is impossible.

[No matter how many reasons there are, how much he said, the fact is that Jie Wenya has also become a criminal of pleasure. He killed many people, many innocent people, causing social chaos and causing more conflicts between the powerful class and the ordinary class. ]

[This fact is a very sinful fact that no amount of words or reasons for sorrow can fill. ]

"He doesn't seem to want to explain the reason for his killing, can I do it?" Hawkes said.

/OK/

/No, no, wait a little longer, he still has more to say/

／Wo Shan, this surname, is it Mr. Wu Shan? /

/ He must resign from the House of Commons, and he has allowed such a big incident to happen /

[Ah ah, here it is again, here it is again. ]

Hawks' heart is not so much cold, it's better to say that he is tired of similar remarks to the point where he doesn't want to hear them.

/Personality, I have long said that personality supervision must be strengthened! /

/Look at how much trouble these dangerous personalities have caused/

／Wouldn't it be a problem if it wasn't a dangerous personality? /

/ The current personality counseling has been quite perfect. /

/Go check those enemies, most of them are dangerous characters/

/Now is not the time to talk about it. /

"Excuse me, can I act?" Hawkes asked again patiently.

/Can't. /

/ Do not allow rash actions. /

"Okay, okay." He was almost sitting cross-legged in the air, his eyes looking down at the Hekou warehouse from top to bottom, not letting go of any details.

then……

"Ok?"

He saw the student body from far and near, and some of the faces matched the fragments in his mind.

"They are, the students of Eraser Head?" Hawkes reached out and touched his chin, "Why are they here?"

He swooped down and blocked the road ahead of Baohao Lugu: "What are you going to do?" He said, "This is not a place where students should come, leave quickly."

Green Valley said: "Let's find Dazai-san."

"Dazai?" Hawkes made a loud "tsk" sound, "What, why did the person who came here have something to do with Dazai?" He said, "Well, you stay here and don't interfere with my actions, Dazai If so, I will save you."

"Stay here well and don't affect my actions, you know? Students."

……

Estuary Warehouse, 8:42pm.

"Ah——" Watari yawned a lot from her body, she woke up, her eyes were sleepy, her eyelids were half opened, half closed, her mind lifted up, and she looked around, first at Dazai who was smiling at Mimi, and then He looked at Midnight on the ground again, and finally locked his eyes on Masaya Minabu.

She woke up with excited nerves beating in her eyes.

She is fully awake.

"What are you talking about, Zhijun?" She was in high spirits, "you've been chattering and chattering, which woke me up."

"I'm talking about the story of a murderer, Watanabe-chan." He said happily, and the voice, rather than describing a terrible case, seemed to be telling a fairy tale full of rabbits, teapots and dolls.

"The so-called murderers are a group of people who can't distinguish between normal and abnormal boundaries, and act according to their own desires." He said, "Happiness may be happiness, but ah, from the moment you cross the normal boundary to become a murderer From that day on, while gaining happiness, you must constantly avoid the pursuit of the police, shops full of cute clothes, snack houses filled with delicious snacks, playgrounds with carousels, and watching sardines swimming in groups The aquarium, these interesting, beautiful, and lovely places cannot go."

"It's a pity to give up these happiness, right?"

His voice is like a movement, entangled in my body, and his eyes, his eyes are too transparent, rather than having everything, it is better to say that there is nothing, what can you see from his eyes , what can you read from his eyes?

Du Wo was thought by my body: Zhijun, what is Zhijun thinking about?What the hell is he trying to tell me?At this point, you are the one who told me what is normal, but now you are going to tell me what is not normal?

[You want to support me?Still trying to stop me? ]

[Can't figure it out, can't figure it out! ]

[Zhijun is really a difficult person to understand. ]

……

[Hey, is it hard for me to understand? ]

[Everything I do, everything I say, is nothing more than interest. Whether it is support or opposition, normal or abnormal, it is someone else's business, and what does it have to do with me? ? ]

[Good and evil, contradictions and contradictions, everyday and extraordinary, I do things because I want to do them, just like the lovely Wataga-senpai, isn’t it sad to suppress your own mask?Then try to take it off.But if you tear up the ordinary and normal, you can never go back. Is it really easy to be a murderer? Is it really not easy to be a murderer? ]

[She is such a lovely and interesting person. ]

[It's just that occasionally, there are two voices in the corner of my heart that make small, often ignored whispers. ]

[——If it was Dazai, he should be able to find a better method than me, right? ]

[Occasionally do something that is not evil, "I"! ]

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 90%]