disqualified hero

Estuary Warehouse, 8:43pm.

Communication was cut off.

Wataru was taught to look like Osamu Dazai, shaking his legs, the lower half of his thin white legs was hung with stockings, the cotton cloth was close to the calf, and the small brown Oxford leather shoes were kicked on the container, making a "bang bang bang bang" sound. Bang" sound.

"Zhikun is too serious." She said, "Cute high school girls are still cute even if they don't have delicate desserts as decorations, and I've seen it clearly. I prefer the smell of blood."

Blood, tattered and damaged fabrics torn by a knife, bruised bruises, large areas of purple-red scratches, wounds... Horrible images that ordinary people can't avoid flashed in my mind, some of them were based on imagination, But most of them stem from the bloody pictures that I was seen by my body.

Her body and mind reflected, her heart beat faster, her eyes were lax, and her saliva increased, almost flowing out from her mouth.

[How should I describe Watara-chan's expression? ]

Dazai took a leisurely look at the woman beside him, his pupils were glued to her face, his admiring expression was like looking at a beautiful wild animal or an abstract painting.

[According to the theory of evolution, humans evolved from apes, that is, from wild animals, and the depths of the genetic code are filled with the unique madness of animals. ]

[Crazy for blood, it should be an atavism phenomenon, right? ]

"Do me a favor." To cross my hands bound by the shackles, "The handcuffs are not cute at all, and the inner side is worn out. If the wrists are tied again, the blood supply will be insufficient."

"Okay." Dazai's voice was erratic, like a bean lamp swaying in the wind.

[Open the handcuffs? ] Their pretentious conversation was heard by Jie Wenya, he wanted to laugh, what absurd content, open the handcuffs?Mr. Dazai's own hands are bound and he can't take care of himself. How can he help others?

But in the hidden corner of his heart, the conversation between the two did bring him uneasiness.

"Crack——" the mechanism in the shackle hole was moved, and in the empty and quiet warehouse, even the tiniest sound was amplified several times.Jie Wenya couldn't see clearly, and couldn't see clearly what Dazai did. The unfolded handcuffs were reflected in his pupils, and they fell helplessly from Wataru's body's wrists. Due to the force of gravity, the handcuffs fell on the concrete floor, making a "" "Clang" sound.

"You only have 1 minute, Wataru-chan." Dazai shook his hands, the handcuffs crackled and played a beautiful movement, "In 1 minute, the hero will come, and he will be a powerful hero. "

"How powerful is it?"

"Well, it's probably the strength of the No.3 hero Hawks, right?"

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous." Du Wo, who has good sports performance, was jumped off the container. Her steps were lighter than that of a cat, and her feet landed without making the slightest sound.

"Then I have to deal with it within 1 minute." She said, "Cross me, I don't want to be captured by the hero yet."

……

Estuary Warehouse, 8:44pm.

There are not many tricks in the struggle between murderers and murderers, only the collision of weapons and weapons.

Jiewen Masaya's ability has been cracked, as long as she doesn't respond to his call, the trigger condition of the ability cannot be achieved, and Wataru, she has not absorbed anyone's blood, so she cannot use other people's appearance.

The struggle between the two is impersonal, and the person who is fully capable and more skilled will be the ultimate winner.

Wataru is holding a dagger in the hand of the quilt, the edge of the dagger has gears, and the grooves on the blade are used for bloodletting. into one.

"It's so beautiful!" The young girl held up the knife in the posture of holding her beloved bird. The dagger-sized knife lacked a leather scabbard, and the blade was wrapped too well. A strand of pale yellow hair fell to the ground. On the blade, blow lightly.

"call--"

The tough strands of hair, broken.

"Wow!" Her eyes were shining, holding a sparkling stream.

"Hahaha." Thick big palms covered her fluffy chicken coop head, and her big oval eyes were squinted. "It's great, isn't it, my partner." Father's friend said, " This is my collection, brought back from the battlefield in the Middle East, see the groove in the middle?" He pointed to the concave part of the blade, "The groove is used to let blood, as long as it stabs the human body, the blood It’s going to flow out of it.”

"Huh?" She dragged her voice out, "Is there a weapon specially invented for bloodshed?"

"Of course." The man said carelessly, whether it was the almost rude way of speaking, or the stubble on his chin, he had the air of being blown rough by the wind and sand, "You will never think of the human philosophy of war."

"Especially after entering the society of individuality, the friction and contradictions between small countries are like the sparks that burst out when fireworks are ignited." He said to himself, and suddenly saw Du Wo being wanted to soften her. His little finger bumped against the knife and immediately snatched it back, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

He slapped his head violently: "If you let Brother Xiang know that I let you play with dangerous toys, you have to tear me up, and I will take it back first." He said, "Little girls should still like to play with dolls." , Uncle's collection is really boring, right, but I seem to only use these things." His smile was awkward and cramped.

"No, no, not at all." The young quilt said, "very cute." She raised her round face and said, "Can you give me a hand, uncle?"

"Ah?" The tough guy's expression was frozen in shock, "Then I have to find a suitable tough leather for you and make a small leather case."

"But you have to promise me, don't swing the dagger at yourself or others, get caught." He sighed, "After all, if it is not on the battlefield, the role of the murder weapon will be eliminated, and what is left is just a gorgeous decoration. "

"Remember, remember!" Wataru said to me.

[The dagger is the murder weapon]

[It is a murder weapon used to hurt people]

[I remember it all! ]

……

[Is the strength too heavy? ] Jiewen Yaya’s arm was cut, and strings of blood beads were squeezed out from the wound. Watari was pleased by the fragrance of blood on her body, and she said, “Isn’t this great? With the decoration of blood, Even if you are ugly, you become cute." Another swiping of the knife, the sound of piercing the air was transmitted to the wind, and then from the wind to people's ears.

"Hey, hey, why do you want to hide!" Wataru took a wrong step and rushed in front of Jiewen Masaya. She raised her arms high, and her movements were fast, without leaving too much space, "become a little cuter Is it not good?"

I heard that I was attacked by my body with an embarrassing backflip.

[It's too bad. ] He thought: [From before, I have not been a physical type with well-developed limbs. No matter how I look at it, I am a philosopher who has better motor nerves. The teacher deemed it a lack of talent. ]

"Your limbs are very uncoordinated, you can hear it."

"Even retraining can't make up for it. This is a talent gap."

"I heard that your brain is very good, you should sit in the office and work, outdoor sports are not suitable for you."

"All heard, give up."

[That’s why it’s clear that the real person named Jiewen is a pure physicalist, and even won the karate championship in the Kanto Tournament. With my surname, I’m a counterfeit! ]

He held a small knife in his right hand. The knife was very good, and its quality was comparable to the one in Wataro's hand, but because the user was not good at wielding it, it became a tool that was difficult to block.

One sword, two swords, three swords.

There was more and more blood on his arms, chest, and face, and the criss-crossing wounds were like a big impenetrable net, and Jie Wenya was firmly stuck in the net.

The blood splashed in the air fell on Wataru's porcelain cheek, and the bright red tongue protruded from her lips, reaching the edge of the blood drop.

"Prickly—"

She smiled like a clown: "A little more, a little more."

"It's really annoying." Jie Wenya also swiped the knife. It was as if a thousand ants were gnawing at the brain tissue in his head. In the process, the madness in his eyes did not subside, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was similar to Wataru's body.

"I finally began to feel that you are more worthy of being killed than Dazai-sensei." He moved his not-so-strong legs and rushed towards Toto's body.

[Philosopher. ]

[what? ]

[Let's go to the same high school. ]

[Hey, did you mean the High School Affiliated to Dongda University?It's so difficult, Yaya, my lack of academic ability is super dangerous. ]

[But philosophers want to be politicians, don't they?If you want to become a politician, you must go to the middle school attached to Dongda University. ]

[Well, after all, my personality is not very strong, and rather than being a hero, politicians can solve the problems that plague the people through political means, settle disputes, understand public opinion, and propose bills that are beneficial to the people...]

[So you have to be admitted to the High School Affiliated to Dongda University. ]

[When the time comes, will Ya also be with me? ]

[Eh? ]

[I know it’s super arrogant to say this, Yaya, you were born in a member of the family, but didn’t you say before that you don’t have any dreams, and you don’t have anything you want to do?If this is the case, then when I become a member of parliament, Yaya will also become a member of parliament to help me. When we are 50 years old, we will be able to become the prime minister and the secretary-general of the cabinet! ]

[...]

[how? ]

[Too idealistic! ] The self in memory, with a blank face but at the same time angrily accused.

[If you want to be the prime minister, you must be at least 60 years old! ]

[Is it so late? ! ]

[The words of the philosopher are really stupid. Without my assistance, it will definitely not work, right? ] Ya also said [it's settled, you'll be admitted to the High School Affiliated to Dongda University first, and then we'll become politicians together. ]

……

"51 seconds." Dazai never wears a watch, the tick-tick sound is really annoying, reminding him every second that he is still living in the world and breathing the dirty and ugly air.But stay away from the watch, in the final analysis, it is just a boring, self-deceiving behavior. When he wants to measure time, the concept of stopwatch attached to the biological clock will be formed.

"There are still nine seconds." He hummed an unknown ditty, the tune was soft and elegant, the quaint melody could only make people think of the sound of a violin gurgling and flowing under the moonlight, and the Western ditty lingered in people's ears, All I could feel was that my ears were being caressed by fine gauze, and it was itchy.

She lowered her head and eagerly drank a few sips between Jie Wen Yaye's neck, pinched the blood-stained scarf with her fingers, and grabbed his elbow that was hanging on the ground, and the sharp knife made countless deep scratches on her body.

"3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1..."

"Jingle jingle jingle—"

The tune was replaced by the mischievous ringing of school bells, the tip of the tongue was pointing to the palate, and the airflow swept from the gap between the ceiling and the wall rushed through the warehouse, and the wind dragged countless feathers. In front of them, an impenetrable protective wall was formed, while the rest of them pierced through the rolling shutter door violently, quickly and efficiently.

"Why did you close it all of a sudden..." Hawkes folded his hands on his shoulders, and said to Dazai, but his eyes wandered around the warehouse. Before he finished speaking, Wataru, who was lying in a pool of blood, was covered by his body and Miya Miya.

His brows were furrowed into knots, and he landed on the side of the two with lightning speed, ignoring his hands, clothes, and blood stains, and checked the pulses of the two in turn.

[Very weak, but still alive. ]

[Is he an enemy, the pulse stopped, the wound on his body...]

"This is Hawks, this is Hawks." He pressed his hand on the headset, "The enemy in Hekou Warehouse is dead, and I was seriously injured in the hostage ferry. My life is dying and I am in urgent need of rescue."

"The hostage Dazai is in good condition, and is still in a coma at midnight."

"Yes, I'm very sorry, I'm not in a hurry to rescue you."

[Ahhh, I really apologize, Mr. Hawkes. ]

In Dazai's field of vision, Hawks stood straight, his back was straight like a pine and cypress, planted upright in the world, his hair was blown by the wind to make it more unruly, and the windproof glasses blocked his expression, but his The expression must be serious and rigorous, with a little arrogance of a teenager becoming famous.

[Obviously a proud person, but was driven by the politicians of the authorities to be like a wild dog, full of wrong judgments issued by ignorant representatives of the people, but refused to admit his mistakes, and even reprimanded the hero in the face of fear, even if it is The Joruri drama, a work of art in the Edo period, is not as absurd as the picture in front of you, right? ]

He spat out a series of comments that were definitely not good, but at the moment it made Monk Zhang Er puzzled: "It's really a tragedy that makes people laugh so hard that they almost shed tears."

……

The next day, in the same city, Tokyo Hospital, 9:03am.

Green Valley stood in the aisle outside the ward, through the large glass blocking wall, he saw a light blue curtain, and the hospital bed and people behind the curtain.

A large window was inlaid on the wall facing the outside of the ward, the curtains were transparent milky white, and there was a cabinet under the curtains, which was also white.The vase stands on the table like a silent dancing girl.The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, cold and pungent.

A tall figure of a young man came out from behind the partition curtain, holding two untimely roses in his hands. The quilts were well preserved, and they were bought at a station far away from the hospital, but there was still dew, the life in the morning The essence is condensed in two or three water droplets.

The rose is alone in the vase.

"It's really helpful, Mr. Lugu." Dazai closed the door softly, "You are still willing to come to the hospital with me to visit people even though you have gone through a turbulent night. Sure enough, you are a good person who is almost extinct in legends, Lu Mr. Gu."

"Don't make fun of me, Dazai-san." Midoriya Izuku smiled bitterly, "I still couldn't help at all, and even now, I'm quite confused, and I don't know what happened at all." From the hero's ambiguity In his speech, he learned that a very vicious enemy was being hunted down, and Dazai and the injured girl were the hostages this time.

"Hey, don't you know anything yet?" Dazai turned his head, pretending to be surprised, his pretentious posture, even if he saw it, he couldn't help complaining.

[Be a little more serious, Dazai-san, even if you want to play tricks on me, act more truthfully, at least I can ask you about the origin of the matter. ]

[Now that it’s like this, isn’t it already written "I want to tease you" on your face? ]

"In that case, I'll tell Lugu-san a story." Dazai said with great anticipation, "It's not a short story worth writing down on paper, but if there's no audience, I'll bury it in the Among the thousands of tragedies and comedies, it is a bit bleak." He turned his head and said, "Anyway, Lu Gu, you are a very rare kind person, so let's just listen to the story." He pulled Lu Gu Izuku, leaning against the stairs Sat down on the crossing seat.

"The story begins with a pair of friends, one is the son of a police officer and the other is the son of a politician."

Bakugo stood at the corner drinking juice.

……

In the same city, 9:17am.

"Personality Regulations!" Hawkes, who had been busy all night, stood at the corner of the corridor. He was so surprised that he couldn't help but raise his voice. Aizawa Xiao gave Hawkes a disapproving look. The latter just woke up like a dream and turned down the volume.

"Are you kidding me?" He gritted his teeth, every word was chopped up and squeezed out from between his teeth, "Personalize into benign, neutral, and vicious? Are those politicians joking? No one is born to be Enemies, not to mention personality is inherited from generation to generation, so are the parents of the enemy also the enemy?"

His chest heaved up and down, his breathing became more and more rapid, and heavy air gushed out of his nose.

"So far it's just a proposal." Aizawa Kota said, "After the Juli incident, those people kept secret about the family members of the enemy. It is very difficult to implement the bill. Don't worry about it at this stage."

"This is not a question of worry or not." Hawkes said, "Our society has been unequal since birth, and the meaning of heroes is actually to restore social order. A deformed sense of inequality born out of individuality."

"But what are they going to do?"

Aizawa Shouta said: "What kind of world are they planning to make Japan into?" He said vaguely, "Maybe it is the world written by Plato, and you can learn it from high school textbooks."

ideal country.

Defender, defender and producer.

Heroes, enemies and ordinary people.

……

In the same city, 9:27am.

"My story is over." Dazai stood up and did radio gymnastics to stretch his body.

Lu Gu sat, his face froze, the freckles on the pale skin were not jumping, but quietly dormant, like the spots left by a third-rate painter on a crappy painting.

"Don't do this, Midoriya-kun." Dazai stretched his arms and flexible waist, and then sat back on the hard plastic seat, "It's a virtue to leave a movie review after watching a favorite movie, although I don't ask for it How readers react to my work, but since you are the only reader, please comment a little bit on the story I narrate."

"Ask, in this story, what is good and what is evil, what is right and what is wrong, what is normal and what is abnormal."

"Please tell me your answer, Midoriya Izuku-kun."

#Event: exception, end. #

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 92%]