disqualified hero

Things were on track after the first year was over.

The right track here means that Masada Hiroyoshi no longer needs to roll in the gutter like a mouse holding his head. He has gradually accumulated experience as an anti-hero, established many safe houses, and made contact with some like-minded partners. Shima Shuji didn't have to follow him and could only satisfy his hunger with crab sticks.

As for Shuzhi-kun, from the beginning, he followed him like a small tail, and now he occasionally helps with some work within his capacity, such as writing letters to Achilles, or guiding Masada Hiroyoshi to make investments.

The latter sounds weird, but that's how they work.

"No matter what kind of business you want to do, the economy is the most fundamental cornerstone." When he said this, he showed a subtle, naive expression with a little confusion, "Once you have enough funds, no matter what you want to do Everything will become easy, the action network of heroes, safe houses all over the society, complete medical facilities..." He stabbed Masada Hiroyoshi hard in the heart with a brisk tone, "But Ah Hong's words, It seems that he is not good at taking care of property, and he seems to have accumulated a sum of money for action in the early stage, but by now, his pockets are empty and his pockets are empty, right?"

"If it's up to you, let alone delicious canned crab meat, soon you won't even be able to eat crab sticks from Hokkaido." Xiuzhi-kun said, "So, give me the money Hongyi saved, Let me help you make more money."

If other children said that, their parents would definitely think that they were going to use the money to buy toys or things they wanted. It was absolutely impossible to hand over a large amount of money, but Masada Hiroyoshi just gave the money to Xiuzhi. As if making a wish, he said, "Can you turn one dollar into two dollars?"

Xiu Zhi said softly, "I can turn one dollar into ten dollars."

……

"Achilles, is this how he got his money?" Shota Taka looked Dazai up and down with indescribable eyes.

"Is it strange?"

"Yes." He admitted, and in the next second, Ying Xiangta found a more reasonable and detailed explanation for his words, "What I said is strange is not that Xiuzhi-kun will make money, but that he is willing to use his mind on this matter."

Shuji Tsushima, in Ying Shota’s ears, the name has already been equated with Osamu Dazai, he said cryptically: “Look, Shuji-kun shouldn’t be such a person,” he said, “He...he He probably doesn't pay much attention to material life. As long as there are some interesting books to read, canned crab meat to eat, and weird events for him to participate in, he should be able to get a small amount of satisfaction. He probably doesn't have much demand for material life. of."

[If Dazai wants something, he can get it without any money at all. ]

It seems that he shouldn't think about another human being like this, but Dazai really gave Ying Shota such an illusion. In short, putting him and money together made Ying Shota feel an indescribable weirdness, like killing a The mouse used the Gatling machine gun, and Gauss was called to understand the math problems of elementary school students.

Weird, uncoordinated, and really bad, Taka Shota thinks so.

"However, in fact, Mr. Xiu Zhi felt very happy." He was clearly describing his past self, but his tone seemed to be commenting on other people, indifferent and objective, "What is an interesting job and what is a boring job? Jun seems to have no clear boundaries. Earning money is very boring for him, but watching the so-called stock market fluctuations through a series of ever-changing stories is a novel experience. Using the money earned to buy canned crab meat, It is interesting for him to buy a safe house and watch Hongyi install a kotatsu in the safe house."

"This is probably the so-called plain waves." His expression didn't know whether to describe it as burnout or indifference, "For a long time, Mr. Xiuzhi really gained happiness from that kind of life."

[He even felt that it would be great if he could be with Achilles for the rest of his life. For the first time, a big friend appeared beside him. ]

The last words are hidden. It would be too sad to let outsiders know his past thoughts.

"In the middle of the second year, Mr. Xiuzhi met Bo Che." The narration reached a new stage, "Mr. Xiangtai, you and Jian are barely familiar. Have you heard him talk about the past?"

"I... have heard a little bit." He keenly sensed that Dazai was not going to say those happy things, and he dared to assert that when Shuji was with Achilles, he did gain a brief or even a little He didn't dare to ask about ordinary happiness, so he could only say vaguely, "He said he was in a mental hospital before."

"Yes." Dazai said, "Porche-kun was indeed a difficult child when he was young."

……

"Hmm——" Masada Hiroyoshi sat cross-legged on the tatami, with his hands crossed, his neck drooping slightly, his eyes fixed on the paper, his brows were still loose and not knit together, but his expression was very serious.

Hongyi is such a person, you can hardly feel any sense of oppression from his expression, no matter how important he is doing, his facial features are very relaxed, if you want to judge a person's mood at this time, you can only look at the his eyes.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and this saying is so apt to apply to him.

A pair of hands suddenly came out from his side, lightly took away the paper in front of him, Mr. Xiuzhi saw familiar names one by one, and those names undoubtedly belonged to politicians.

Thanks to his father, he knew not only Japanese politicians, but also British, American, and European politicians.

Among his peers, Dazai's stature is definitely considered tall. From a distance, he even looks like a willow in the wind. His joints are very slender, and his white fingers rest on the edge of the paper, and there is an elegance beyond his age. .

When you look at him, there will always be a general illusion, as if the person in front of you is not only ten years old, but his face is undoubtedly the face of a child.

If I really want to say that the reason for this situation is probably his innate mysterious temperament and wisdom beyond his age.

"So that's how it is." In just a few minutes, Mr. Xiu Zhi understood the situation. The politician who could be named had secretly collected many children with special personalities.Children come from various sources, the few who are trafficked are the fewest, and the vast majority are actually sent by their own parents.

Hongyi scratched his hair irritably: "Intellectually, I know that there will be such people who would sell their own flesh and blood for money, but emotionally, I find it unacceptable." He said, "Like those criminal heroes, you will never I don’t know why people are so greedy.”

"No, what they said shouldn't be just because of money." Xiu Zhi said, "Look, it's a special personality, and many of them are simply high-damage personalities out of control." He casually flipped through a few pages, " Individuality that cuts apart, divides one's own personality, draws blood from others... Even parents are afraid of such destructive forces."

[Because of fear, they will be abandoned. ]

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of killing that politician and liberating these children?" he said, "Abandoned by his own parents, he experienced inhumane experiments in his childhood, even if he is rescued They don’t know where to go, the possibility of them becoming enemies is far higher than the possibility of becoming normal people.”

The problem that Xiuzhi mentioned was exactly what Hongyi was worried about.

"I've been thinking a lot lately." He said, "No, it should be said that I have been thinking about it for a long time. Among the many ways to solve the incident, killing the perpetrator is undoubtedly the most simple and rude way with the most sequelae. "

"For example, I killed this politician." He pointed to the paper in Xiuzhi's hand with his fingers, "His crimes were exposed, his resources were dismantled, and the children were saved, but soon, there will always be someone Will accept the property he left behind after the situation subsides, and there are even some people who are lucky enough to walk on the old path he experienced, then the effectiveness of what I did before will be greatly reduced."

"And those children," he said, "they deserve sympathy as victims, but if they are not guided well in the future, then there is no doubt that they may become worse people."

"So I think, what I'm doing is too little, too one-sided."

"According to what Ahong said, do you want to bear their future together?" Xiu Zhi sat down and placed a large fruit plate in the middle of the kotatsu. Inside the fruit plate were three or four oranges in good shape. He picked up One piece, peel off the skin, the skin is very thin, and the pulp inside is very full.

Hongyi stretched out his fingers and rubbed his chin: "No, actually, I didn't even think about it before you told me." He said, "It's really a heavy thing to bear the burden of one's future. It's like raising a child, you're already busy just because I'm taking Xiuzhi with you."

"Hey, that's too much." He stuffed a piece of fruit pulp into his mouth, "Obviously I helped you so much."

"Well, that's why I thank you very much." Hongyi answered kindly.

"If we want to afford the future of so many people, we must at least have an organization." He stretched out his fingers and calculated, "Manpower, money, fame, a mature industrial chain..."

"Just like a club."

"Are you going to start a business?"

"Let's talk about it later." Hongyi said, "Even if it is opened, it will be a long time later." He said, "When the time comes, Mr. Xiuzhi will grow up, so he must come and help me." He said, "Whether it is to make money I am not as good as Xiuzhi-kun in terms of overall planning ability, so it is really suitable for you to entrust it to you."

The oranges have been eaten.

"Hey, I don't want it." He left the leftovers on the table, "It sounds like too much trouble."

Hongyi looked at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling: "But I'm really not very good at these things. Staff deployment, financing, building frameworks, if you really want to say, the success of the action so far, Xiuzhi-kun should take more than half of the credit."

Xiuzhi's voice was tinged with a smile: "I should have known this from the beginning." He stood up and clapped his hands, "Okay, okay, if one day, Ah Hong is going to be the president, although I won't It’s okay to be a vice president and a consultant.” He said, “It’s true that work is troublesome, but if I’m alone, I can’t try many interesting things like when I’m with you , whoever is called Ahong is a very interesting person full of strange thoughts.”

"Ah." Hong Yi said, "You have no right to speak of me, Xiu Zhi."

"However." Masada Hiroyoshi said, "Although I haven't thought of how to coordinate these children, I still can't put them in a strange mental hospital."

[Let's rescue them first. ]

Xiu Zhi raised his hand: "Take me, take me." He narrowed his eyes with a smile, "It's very interesting."

The window of the safe house was opened a slit, and the cold winter wind penetrated into the room, and it just blew on the information paper. The book that was bound into a book was blown rattling, and the white inner pages were blown up and down. Finally, it was fixed on one of the pages.

"Po Chejian".

A big headshot, looming.

……

Bo Chejian is two or three years older than Xiuzhi, but judging from his figure, some people believe that he is two or three years younger than Xiuzhi.

Grumpy, gloomy, and aggressive, when I first saw him, he was like a cat locked in a small dark room and never seen the light of day.

"You brought him back?" Hongyi didn't know what to say, he really couldn't imagine who Xiuzhi would bring back. An ingenious metaphor would be a proud, territorial domestic cat , brought back a battered and equally aggressive wild cat.

"That's right." Xiu Zhi said, "Well, they said they brought them back, but they don't necessarily have to live together. Mr. Boche seems to need a basement with no light, and computer equipment at night." He said distressedly, "However, it was indeed picked up for me."

"Hey!" the latter protested dissatisfiedly, "Do you think you picked up some stray animals and brought them back?"

"Isn't it?" His smile seemed very intimidating, Po Chejian took a look and froze.

"I can't help it." Xiu Zhi said, "Who made Boche-kun so clingy? Even though the other kids left in twos and threes to find their own way, they still stayed where they were and clamored that no one needed me, so I said Ask him if he wants to come to our company as a younger brother, and Mr. Bo Che happily agreed." He said with a smile, "In other words, he sold himself to us."

"Xiuzhi..." Hongyi only felt his forehead start to hurt, "Are you really going to practice what the company said?"

"Of course." Shuji Tsushima said half-truthfully, "It's Hiro's dream after all."

[Also, Hong's dream sounds quite interesting. ]

In the second year, they had a small dream about a company that had not yet been established, and the addition of a irascible boy who was dedicated to doing odd jobs.

……

Yingxiang was fascinated by it.

A writer, interpreted in another way, is a person who writes a story, and a person who can write a story is often good at telling a story. Dazai is like this. When listening to him tell the past, his mood fluctuates with the ups and downs of the plot.

"Oops." After finishing the third cup of milk tea, the screen of the mobile phone on the table flickered twice, and it was already five o'clock.

Editor Xiao Zhuang made an appointment to come to the door at six o'clock, and it was 05:30 when Hawkes finished work and returned to the apartment next door.

Anyway, it's time for Takashota to leave.

"Well, most of the stories are like this anyway." Dazai said, "In the third year, nothing major happened, so naturally there is no need to talk about it."

[Wait, nothing major happened?Has the club been established, Achilles...]

His full of doubts suddenly blocked in his chest, Ying Shota thought of one thing.

Achilles disappeared in the third year.

This fact made his expression freeze.

"Can I ask a question?" He asked cautiously, "Mr. Achilles, the official report is that he is missing, right? It seems that he disappeared from a certain period of time and never appeared again."

"Oh, that." Dazai said, "It's not missing, it's dead."

"He died in the third year, taking his dream with him."

[Also, Shuji Tsushima, who longs to live with friends. ]

"If, if it's Xiuzhi, he should be able to do better."

"I've known for a long time that for you, this world is like a book whose end can be seen at a glance. There are no ups and downs, no fun, and no active will."

"That's why, if Shuji can't find what he wants to do, let's try to realize the dream we drew together, and build a club."

"A club that can entrust the lives and futures of many people."

"I can understand it a little bit, what Tetsuna said back then." A child like an angel...

Those words, like a curse, entangled Dazai's body firmly and tightly.

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 86%]