disqualified hero

Hosu ​​City is an ordinary city. It is not very far from the Tokyo circle. It has its own position on the Shinkansen that runs through the east and west. It does not have the reputation of an ancient capital and there are not many scenic spots. Check out Baoxu Pagoda or the Museum Aquarium in the past.

Its economy is not very bad, but it is not very good. In short, it has no sense of presence in many cities. Outside the city is a large wilderness, without oceans. Compared with Tokyo and Osaka, there are not many floating population here.

The Shinkansen runs very fast, and it takes one hour to arrive at Hosu. Dazai and Aizawa Shota sit in a row. The middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes closes his eyes as soon as he gets on the bus, as if he has fallen into a dark sleep. Dazai, Holding the game console in his hand, he pressed his two thumbs back and forth on the keys.

The range of movement is not large, and after all, it does not disturb the people around it.

A few minutes before arriving at the station, a reminder syllable sounded in the carriage, almost at the same time, Aizawa Shouta opened his eyes and looked into his eyes, not aware of the slightest drowsiness.

"Get out of the car." Before Dazai stood up, he took the luggage of the two of them from the shelf, and the latter's eyes were still glued to the handheld, and he didn't pay much attention to his feet when he walked, and only let Aizawa Kota lead him. walk.

The hotel is located right around Hosu Station, in the heart of the city.Just after leaving the Shinkansen station, I saw men in suits and leather shoes walking quickly, bowing to Dazai and the others, and leading them to the hotel they had booked in advance.

When the hotel put down the luggage, Dazai still maintained the previous posture, pressing his hands desperately on the game console interface. He seemed to be playing a racing game, and he would shake his body exaggeratedly when passing the U-shaped hairpin.

"Go, go, go."

"Run!"

The game console was turned on, and occasionally the bgm in the background could be heard. Aizawa Shota sighed deeply in his heart, then approached Dazai, and forcibly pulled the game console from his hand in an almost domineering gesture. out.

"what."

Dazai's hand was hanging empty, he seemed a little bit wronged, like a child who was robbed of his favorite toy.

"Tell me, what are your plans." Aizawa Shouta said, "Since you insist on using yourself as bait and exposing yourself to Stein, there should be a way to stop him." He glanced sternly Dazai, "Why must he be brought out? Why is the location Hosu City?"

He never dared to underestimate Dazai, and even placed the other party's wisdom in a very high position. Now the time and place are very suitable, if he doesn't grab people and ask him, it's not Aizawa Shouta.

"If you plan to, just do nothing." Dazai said. Although the game console was snatched away, it didn't stop running. Without the operator, the vehicle rushed out of the track vertically and hit the wall, and explosions exploded from the console. There was a loud "boom", and even Aizawa Shouta was disturbed for a moment by the electronic sound of "gameover".

"Gameover!"

"Gameover!"

"As long as I stand here, on the land of Hosu City, the story has already begun." He raised a finger and stood in front of his lips. No one could read his current thoughts from Dazai's expression, His mysterious smile was firmly engraved in Aizawa Xiaota's heart.

……

Shikuragi walked aimlessly on the streets of Hosu City. As night fell, the left and right sides of the street were lit up with light signs, including old-fashioned neon lights and simple white lights. "Zi la" "Zi la", the sound of electric current flowed in my ears, tall street lamps were lit one after another, and those flying moths lingered around the lampshade.

All kinds of noise poured into his ears, there were people's jokes, roars of crashes, car exhaust emissions, and the sound of advertisements placed on LED screens...

He felt that his skin was getting more and more itchy, and he couldn't help scratching the skin with his fingers, leaving a few red marks.

Someone once told him that the itching of his skin was an undeniable proof that he was still human.

"Why?" The picture at that time appeared in my mind. He was not very old at that time, and he could even be said to be very young. He must not have been ten years old, because he couldn't remember the exact date of birth, and he couldn't accurately judge his age. He only remembered that his back was bent, his hair was not too short, and when he leaned forward, he could cover his face.

Whether it's the curled up body or the slightly long hair, they all gave him a sense of security.

"Why do you say that human beings have itchy skin?" Shigaraki asked, "Tsushima, you have never had it, right?"

He is older than Shuji Tsushima, but the latter, since then, has always put on an inscrutable adult style, which makes Shizuoki uncomfortable.

Also when answering his questions.

"Hey, how should I put it?" They sat on high-backed chairs, with their feet raised so that they couldn't touch the ground. Siganmu didn't like this kind of chairs. At least he hoped that his feet could reach the pole of the chair so that he could have some support. Focus on it, but Shuji Tsushima likes to be light and light. He even sat on the fence of the rooftop. Once the center of gravity is unstable, he will fall directly.

"For everyone, whether they are human shackles or not is different." He didn't even look at Shikaki when he said this, "For example, every time you itch, you can't control it Your own personality, you want to destroy something, right?"

Shigaraki didn't say a word, Shuji Tsushima may be right, when he is irritable, when he is unhappy, when he, when he wants to smash something, the itching on the skin will become more intense serious.

Usually, I just feel it vaguely.

"However, living in this world is not what one is born to do." When he said this, his tone was light, as if thinking of someone who wasted his talent unscrupulously, "Conscience, morality, foundation Concepts, all of these will restrain people, and you are probably restrained, so your body will itch spontaneously to restrain the excessively expanded desire to destroy."

"..." Shigangmu fell into silence, "Is it good or not."

"How should I put it?" Xiuzhi said, "It should be considered a good thing for me. In my concept, people should be bound by all kinds of shackles. If you really release your nature and chase desires and desires, don't you just follow Is it the same as the beast?" A beautiful beast appeared in his mind, and Miss Ji is such a person, when she started to play with human life in the palm of her hand for fun, Shuji Tsushima couldn't use it before. eyes on her.

[Xiuzhi-kun, you are a good boy. ]

It seems that someone said so.

"You can still feel the itching of the skin, which proves that you are still subject to certain restrictions, and you have not collapsed everything according to your nature." Shuji Tsushima said, "For me, this is a symbol of human beings. "

[A symbol of humanity...]

Shikuraki still wanted to say something, but he couldn't remember what he wanted to say at that time. He just remembered that Xiuzhi closed his mouth tightly and started playing games like no one else. He held back for a while, waiting for Xiuzhi to say something. Looking up at him, he waited for the teacher.

"What are Mr. Xiuzhi and Hang doing?" He asked with a pleasant face, like a good gentleman.

"Playing games." In his memory, Tsushima showed a disgusting smile with a disgusting throat, like a hollow doll, only a shell, and the inside is empty.

"That's it."

So far, the memory is over.

[Itchy, itchy, itchy]

Shigangmu dug harder at the skin on his neck. He didn't know which sensitive nerve was touched, and his skin became more itchy.

[Where are you where are you?Are you really alive Shuji Tsushima! ]

The memory ran forward, unreasonably thinking of the scene that appeared at the Xiongying Sports Festival. He watched the replay of the video several times with the back of the black mist, and every time he was sure that it was Tsushima, but after the replay, he felt that it was not Tsushima.

In short, the teacher announced the death of Shuji Tsushima to him, so he should really be dead.

[But, but...]

[Are you really dead? ]

The LED screen not far away is still displaying advertisements. Finally, it is not the advertisement of the actress endorsed cosmetics, but the works of Osamu Dazai. He has read the books of Osamu Dazai. The teacher said that reading books is the most convenient way to learn, so He read books, all kinds of books, philosophy books, literature books, comic books, Dazai Osamu's books were brought by Hei Wu, and he said they were very famous books at the moment, but he threw them aside after a second glance.

After reading it, he finished reading it, and Shigangmu's reading speed was very fast, but between the lines, he felt a familiar, but inexplicable breath, which made him very uncomfortable.

When he reads the text, it's like he's competing with someone.

[etc. ]

The fingers resting on the neck finally stopped moving, and he recited Osamu Dazai's name several times in his mind, and finally connected Osamu Dazai with Stein.

[Hero Killer Stein seems to be a fan of that guy, right? ]

He grinned his lips, and just looking at the lower half of his face, he could feel endless malice.

[Since this is the case, I will give you a big gift. Anyway, according to Stein’s personality, he should come to find someone named Dazai. I heard that he attacked the Asahi Bunko like a stoka before. Such a person actually There are still people chasing after it, which is really uncomfortable. ]

[However, I have found the library, so I will definitely attend the author meeting, so...]

He shrugged his shoulders and laughed silently in the street.

[Tsushima Tsushima Tsushima Tsushima Tsushima... where are you Tsushima Shuji! ]

……

Scarlet and bloody, or Stein, walked into the rental house in Hosu City with untiring steps.

As an enemy, Stein has never been caught by a hero. Therefore, as a normal person, the red and black blood can also have a place in society.

He just went to the bookstore to buy the anthology of Osamu Dazai, which was specially issued in Hosu City. He borrowed a pseudonym like "Yanshima Zhonger" from Dazai to publish articles in magazines, and he began to pay attention.

When I returned to the rental house, there were very few things in the room, only two suitcases and a bedding. When I opened the suitcase, there were no daily necessities, only books full of them.

The types of books are a bit mixed, hero novels, related consensus books of Oulumite, philosophy books, literature books... Most of the books have been read many times. From this point of view, at least he is a person who loves reading and thinking. people.

Remove the books on the top layer one by one, and below are some books, or papers, which are strictly forbidden to be published by the individual society. The content is similar, and they are all about Achilles.

Relevant scholars say that he is the most individual "anti-hero" in the pre-individual era. No matter whether he is officially labeled as an enemy or something else, in the hearts of scholars, people and admirers, Achilles is absolutely different.

However, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and everyone's understanding is absolutely different.

At the bottom, that is, the bottom of the research book, are some photocopies. These photocopies are all copies of Achilles' indictment. In order to find them, he spent countless time and painstaking efforts. Collected on the ground.

Through research and comparison, he found that the contents of the first few books were not the same as most of the subsequent books. From the second year of his activities, the handwriting was all written by one person.

Even the most demanding critics will find this man's calligraphy to be very good.

[Dazai Osamu...? ]

The mood of Chihei Xueshen is very complicated. He is a writer he admires, but one day he finds that he has become the "assistant" of the hero he admires the most. Yes, he thinks he can think so, helping Achilles to copy and sort out the crime , only the closest person around him, and he watched Achilles from beginning to end, and acted with him.

[Such a person must be the closest to Achilles in the world and the person who understands his thoughts best. ] Stein thought so.

[I want to meet him, I want to ascertain with him what kind of person Achilles really is and what his thoughts are. ] Stein thought, [I want to prove, I want to prove to the whole world, to his former assistants, that I am the real successor of Achilles, and the only real heroes in the world are him and Eulumite. ]

[I want to practice his ideal and sound the alarm to the society. ]

He used to think that what he did didn't need too many people's understanding and recognition. He only hoped that Achilles could see his actions and agree with his ideals.It's a pity that from a certain period of time, the hero in his heart, his idol, his lighthouse, and his guiding light disappeared, and rumors were faintly circulated among the enemies that Achilles was dead.

But now, he found that he still had an opportunity to be recognized by his predecessors, and Stein, who was a thought prisoner and a fanatic of blanks, would never let this opportunity pass.

[I am Achilles II! ]

……

"Catch up, catch up, catch up!" Hawkes babbled, and rushed out of the Hero Office. He locked himself in the office for several days, dealing with various paperwork and related work and The task took most of the day's leisure from his busy schedule.

He walked so fast, like a gust of wind, the hero who came in and out of the office stared at him dumbfounded, and finally picked up a few pieces of paper on the ground.

"What's the matter? Mr. Hawkes is too rushed."

The groundswoman happened to sit at her desk and listened to the conversation of several people: "Because Mr. Hawkes' friend is in trouble." She said, "He is in a hurry to help his friend."

"Well," said the man, "does Mr. Hawkes have any friends?"

It's a bit sad to say, the No.3 hero Hawks was promoted too fast. He kept skipping grades during the school days, so that he didn't have many familiar people. After entering the workplace, his over-the-top personality made him He has made many enemies.

He has only his predecessors, his descendants who worship him, and the people who are protected. In short, as a hero, Hawkes is lonely.

"Of course I have!" The ground staff girl was a little annoyed, "It's a friend that he cares about a lot."

She even had a wonderful illusion that Mr. Hawkes was a stake nailed to the ground, while Mr. Dazai was a kite floating in the air.

[Perhaps, Mr. Hawks is worried that the kite will drift away unknowingly, so he will violate his lazy nature, so he can't wait to reach out and grab him tightly. ]

After thinking about it, the ground staff girl shook her head.

[Oh, what a weird metaphor! ]

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 87%]