disqualified hero

Late at night.The breeze blows, the clouds slide, and the silver-plate-like moon pokes out from behind the clouds at night, shining with light.

The light was so weak that it couldn't even penetrate the thick glass windows. It seemed bright outside the window, but it was pitch black in the villa.

The male owner of this house has the habit of going to bed early. It is said that unless the politician has something important to do, he is a strict person, and he hates others lighting up the lights during his sleeping time, walking around on the floor, making creaking noises creaking sound.The servants in the villa, his wife and son did not dare to break the rules set by his father.

This habit provided good conditions for Achilles' infiltration.

"呲啦——" The white blade pierced through the chest of the person, the sharp object rubbed against the flesh and body, made a sound, and drew out the knife, gushing out large streams of blood, most of which were scattered on the ground, only two or three The blood beads condensed on the blade, Achilles swung the knife smartly, and those blood beads fell in response.

"Boom—" The man's withered body fell to the ground.

"Ah, it's finally over." The aura on Achilles' body just now was like a sword coming out of his body, unparalleled in sharpness. After the person died, he seemed to suddenly collapse, and even his tone of voice There is a lazy interest in the middle, "Sure enough, after such a high-consuming exercise at night, I still want to eat some supper. I want to eat fried chicken nuggets, and a pinch of Asahi beer would be perfect. He said to Shuji Tsushima, who was sitting on a chair, dangling his legs, and swiping his mobile phone, "Hey, Shuji, what do you want to eat?"

Without looking up, he replied, "Canned crab meat."

"Eating one food a day creates an unbalanced diet."

"Hey, can you blame me for eating fried food every night?" Xiu Zhi finally raised his head, and quarreled with him like a child.

Achilles said with a headache, "I'll take you to eat crab porridge. I know there are mothers in izakaya who can make crab porridge." Canned food every day, he felt very unnutritious.

Hongyi has a deep-rooted prejudice against canned food, thinking that there must be ingredients such as preservatives added to it. Even if Xiuzhi explained the principle of canning to him, and keeps it fresh by isolating the air, he still cannot accept it.

In that respect, he was a stubborn little old man.

After leaving the villa, Xiuzhi still held onto his phone, he was watching the video with relish, Hongyi couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "What are you watching."

"Videos." He said, "Ah Hong, you are very popular now." He counted the counts with his fingers, which was inevitably teasing, "There are support clubs, forums, and special videos." He laughed so hard I'm quite happy, "especially the forum, it's amazing, because the forums registered by Ah Hong's admirers are considered illegal forums, so they are often deleted by the police and relevant people. As a result, once deleted, more mushroomed. Now, You can be regarded as a very influential person in society."

Hongyi complained, "Don't be so sarcastic at such a young age, I can hear what you mean." He corrected, "Speaking like this will be hated by others."

"Ah, really?" Xiu Zhi replied in an almost ethereal voice, "But it's really interesting, your fans seem to be ready to go through fire and water for you at any time." He held up the screen, "For example, this, his I don’t know the name, but in the video he calls himself Stein, as if he dropped out of Xiongying High School because of you, that’s amazing.”

"What's so amazing." Hongyi complained, "If I were his parents, even if I blew his head off, I would put him in school." He lit a cigarette, and the flame flickered, "Do In my line of work, the most important thing is self-awareness." He said, "First of all, the clear definition is that I am an enemy and a criminal, and I am not qualified to judge others. What I do is to satisfy myself and contribute to society. It's wrong to say."

"Only by holding the idea of ​​condemning yourself and looking back at yourself all the time, can you not go further and further down the road of paranoia." He said, "In the end, those people I killed were sentenced to death in the past. , but killed because this country does not punish people with death."

"Hey, is that so?" He said, "But that man, Stein said you are a real hero, like Orumite, you are a qualified hero, but most of the people who are active in society are hypocrites hero."

"...Are the current students so extreme in their thinking?" After smoking a cigarette, "It should only be a speech in the second year of middle school. If not, you have to find someone to correct his three views, otherwise who knows what can be done."

A prophecy.

……

A few days after studying in Kyushu, Taka Shota, whom he had not seen for a long time, returned to Shizuoka.

Insert the key into the hole, turn it to the right twice, and the heavy wooden door opens with a click.He came back at nine o'clock in the morning. During this time, no one should be at home. Last time when Dazai communicated with him, he said that Nagae had gone to Kyushu. She was admitted to a local university in Kyushu, and she had to clean up the apartment before school started early. , do one or two preparations in advance.

It was ten o'clock in the morning when he came home, full of travel and dust, with a shaggy beard, two huge eye bags under his eyes, and black eye circles around the eye sockets for a week.It's really a look that makes people feel tired.

He wears a hood, the reason is very simple, but to avoid the camera, Bo Chejian's personality is too strong, and now he can walk freely in the Internet media after training, the surveillance cameras in Tokyo, the surveillance cameras in Shizuoka, he Know where these 24/[-] machines exist.It took Ying Shouta two days to memorize the various locations in his heart. From then on, he roamed freely on the streets of every city.

Even areas patrolled by heroes will be precisely avoided.

Bo Chejian looked at the computer screen without even looking at him: "As long as it is a route drawn up by humans, we can extract and deduce the rules from it." His legs were on the computer desk, and the keyboard on the right hand side was movable. The small table is supported by flexible wheels at the bottom of the small table, and the keyboard appears at the most convenient and best position for him to use at any time.

His right hand was almost flying around the keyboard, and even Taka Shota had to look at him with admiration.

[Every time I look at it, I feel so amazing. ]

[Is this the power of technology? ]

Learning martial arts is great, but people just yearn for things they don't have. Even Ying Shota is unavoidable. He can't be said to be hard on electronic products, but he's not very good at it. Even after getting along with Bo Chejian for a while Time, still can't help but look at him with admiration.

"nailed it."

Countless overlapping routes are stacked together, marked with blue lines and black lines, and marked with red lines after big data statistics. He then pulled out a list and turned back to Ying Xiangta and said: "Just stagger these places. I’ve even marked for you when and where they might appear.” After seeing Xiangta’s adoring eyes clearly, he shuddered, “What’s the matter with you.”

"Ah, no, no." The adult was also very embarrassed. He stretched out his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I just think Mr. Boche is very powerful." He couldn't help asking another question that had troubled him for a long time, "Is there such a powerful person?" Personality, why didn’t you find a proper job?” Bo Chejian is not very old, only a few years older than Dazai, children of this age are usually in college, and he has been nesting in the basement early, Earn money from your hacking work.

There may be other jobs, but no matter how you look at it, it is not a job that can give people an identity.

This is not the same as the survival trajectory of most people, he thought.

When individuality appeared, people in society were suddenly divided into three, six, and nine classes. It’s not that there was no social classification, but it became more obvious. Those children with excellent personalities will be valued by teachers since childhood and will be trained with high standards. , Therefore, the vast majority of them will become outstanding people after they step out of society.

There has been a survey that explored the consequences of resource inclination in the era of education. Those who are cared for and live in praise are often more likely to succeed.

"Yeah." Po Chejian raised his head, his neck was stuck on the back of the chair, and his head was lying on his back. "I'm starting to investigate me. Is this a common problem of heroes?" He laughed mockingly, holding it between his teeth. The pocky in between stopped immediately, and after chewing and chewing, he said, "Not every person with a good personality must be like you," he said, "And ah, I am not a person with a good personality at all. When I was arguing with my parents and wanting to be a hero, I lived alone in a mental hospital, uncle.]

[Why?Mental hospital? ]

It's a pity that Bo Chejian didn't have the desire to continue explaining. He stuffed the papers into his arms: "Let's go, let's go, I still have things to do."

Ying Xiangtai was blasted out.

Afterwards, he returned to Fukuoka, where he hadn't seen for a long time. When he carefully took off his dirty coat and walked into the room, he suddenly heard Dazai say, "Oh, I'm finally back, Shota-kun."

He was wearing a shirt, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding an electric handle.

The screen of the fighting game was showing on the TV screen, and the controller was controlled up, down, left, and right, and moved in all directions. Even though Dazai was talking to Ying Shouta, it didn't stop him from playing the game.

"HIT! HIT!" The electronic sound was accompanied by exaggerated hitting sounds, obstructing Shota Takahashi's hearing.

"How is it? Is work going well recently?" Dazai didn't look at him, and a series of soft words flowed out of his mouth, "I've seen, Shota-kun has been doing a lot recently, even if he is famous Let’s not exaggerate, the vicious enemies, disqualified heroes, and officials who committed heinous crimes are all dead, Lord Goliath.”

"It seems that someone on the Internet calls you Achilles II, and the voice is higher than that of Stein."

Stein, the hero killer, has killed countless heroes that he considers disqualified in the past few years.

Note that it is considered disqualification, most of the heroes did not commit any crimes, but he thinks that these people are not qualified to be heroes.

[Such a person is not even considered a thought prisoner. ]

Even Osamu Dazai couldn't help but comment.

[Just a self-satisfied killer. ]

In terms of behavior patterns, he is quite different from Achilles, but he has always insisted that he is the successor of Achilles.

"Wait, Stein." Ying Xiang too remembered, this is the most important reason for his rare return, "He..."

"Ding Lingling, Ding Lingling—" the phone rang.

Caller ID: Xiaozhuang speed.

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 81%]