disqualified hero

5:00pm, Shinkansen.

[Hero killer, Stein...]

Green Valley was sitting on the train to Hosu City, holding up his mobile phone, looking for information about Stein through the multimedia network.As a hero fan, he is familiar with the deeds of famous heroes and famous enemies, but when things come to an end, he can't read too much information.

The latest information published on the Internet is that the hero killer Stein reappeared, the hero Ingnim was disabled, and he announced that he would no longer carry out hero activities. This news made Izuku Midoriya's eyes hurt, and he couldn't help but think of his friend Tenya Iida.

As for the news of Stein's attack on the Asahi Bunko, it was only faintly circulated among the people, and the official did not approve it, but he heard it from the hero Grant Lino who trained him this time.

"Hey, that Dazai is also in your class now." Grant Reno has a close relationship with Orumite, and he knows some of Xiongying's dynamics, "The library he belongs to has been attacked by Stein. "

"what?!"

"It was just before." His old man was there, "You students don't know, the heroes are all spread, he may be a fan of the writer, I don't know what happened, I have been staring at that person recently." Then People are talking about Dazai, "This time, the author's conference was also used as a bait to lure Stein out. According to the profile of the police station, Stein is very likely to be baited."

"Stein is a little different from ordinary enemies. In the final analysis, he is a thought criminal with his own behavior pattern. He knows that the possibility of being bitten by bait is very high." He said, "Many heroes are waiting in Baoxu City to wait for the rabbit. To catch Stein."

"Please take me to Hosu City." Before finishing speaking, Izuku Midoriya lowered his head deeply, "Please take me there." He said, "My two friends are likely to be involved in this incident."

[So, so I'm going to be there and try to help them! ]

That was the only thought in his mind.

"That will have to wait until you master the use of 5% oneforall." Grant Reno said without sympathy, "If you don't master it, even if you go, it's just adding chaos and sending you to death."

"Yes!"

[I will master it. ] he said to himself.

[I will definitely master it! ]

……

5:30pm, Hosu City.

Hawkes walked through the corridor of the bookstore in a hurry.

Naturally, it is impossible for a writer to hold a press conference in the Hosu Dome or other sports plazas. Those places are exclusively for singers or idols. In this era, heroes will hold events in auditoriums.No matter how influential a writer's words are, they must return to the source and carry out activities in bookstores. This is what society requires of them.

Hosu ​​City is not a very big city, but it is even more difficult to find a suitable bookstore that can accommodate many people. In addition, compared with the work conference in Tokyo, more people are allowed to enter this time. requirements are even higher.

In the end, the organizers finally found a bookstore, which spans the fourth and fifth floors of the shopping mall. A few days ago, the fifth floor was emptied, and the staff arranged the venue. Although the fourth floor is still open, the layout has also been adjusted. , trying to fit more books in a space that is not too small.

The [-]th and [-]th floors are connected together. Whether you are a staff member or not, you can only take the elevator to the [-]th floor and then go up. When Hawkes entered, the bookstore had been emptied, and no one who was not involved was allowed to enter.

A metal isolation fence was erected at the entrance, which was winding and winding, like a passageway with nine turns and eighteen turns at the entrance of an amusement park project. There were male readers, but more female readers stood in line between the passageways.

It’s not that all those who read Dazai’s books are women, but Japanese men are very busy at work. No matter how much they love his books, they have to go to work to attend the press conference. The men who are currently queuing up are either retired old people or idle male college students Or a social person.

Hawkes wears a badge representing the staff on his chest, and his face is highly recognizable. When he walked through the queue, there was a series of exclamations. Both men and women were very surprised. , the no.3 hero actually appeared here.

"Mr. Hawks." The gatekeeper had been warned a long time ago, and he lowered his head to let people in.

"Am I still in time?" Hawkes asked.

"Just in time," said the man. "There is still an hour and a half before the start."

They start the event at 45 o'clock, and they can only check in for tickets [-] minutes before the event starts. It can be seen that the people who are queuing up now are all Dazai's diehard fans, and they can't wait to see their favorite author.

He glanced at the line, didn't pay much attention, only saw that standing in the first place was a tall, thin young man, very handsome, like a rich man.The second is a petite woman who is very delicately dressed, and the third is a young man who takes care of himself reasonably well, but his hair is a bit long, and he is carrying a bulging schoolbag behind him.

They seem to be ordinary book friends, but they don't seem to be ordinary.

Hawks nodded and walked in.

The order of the bookshelves on the fourth floor was disrupted, and the organizer ingeniously used several rows of bookshelves to create a path. As for the surrounding walls, some were pasted with framed calligraphy, and some were pasted with fabric collages. The characters are arranged in an orderly manner, densely packed from a distance, but it has a sense of beauty.

The strokes of Chinese characters are very thin, some are red and some are black.

Hawkes identified it and recognized some of the lines in Dazai's book. He thought that other words he didn't know also came from his articles and works.

The words directly in front on the right are from "Long Branch Mangosteen". This book has a relationship with Hawks, and he read it carefully, and some passages in it inevitably touched him.

[What is a hero?Changzhi often thinks about this issue, not that she really likes those heroes in society... No, no, it's not so much that she doesn't like them, it's better to say that she hates them, after all, she is like a hero to them. The elf who has been locked in the bottle for 1000 years is the same as the person who opened the bottle and let her out. At this time, even if a hero extends a helping hand to her in a high-sounding manner, it will only arouse her hatred.

"Why didn't you come and save me sooner?" This kind of thought will definitely take root in her heart. After all, she is just an ordinary person. How can she avoid the vulgarity? Those hatreds that have nowhere to rest, if not on the hero, should they be on herself?Or not, she hated herself enough, let her hate the hero.

So she suddenly figured it out, to herself, a hero is not only a person who saves people, but also an innocent person whom she hates. ]

The words were broken up and spelled on the wall. If you are not very familiar with the contents of the book, you may not be able to see what was said, but Hawkes knew it at a glance. When he read the article for the first time, this passage of thought It touched him, and I felt uncomfortable, but I had to admit that Chang Zhi's thoughts were correct.

Heroes carry glory and hatred.

[However, posting anti-heroic thoughts in public is too much, especially in this work conference where many heroes will be present. ] He uses his little finger to figure out who decided to post these words.

[It is absolutely impossible for the organizers, they are all willing to cater to the mainstream of the individual society, and the one who has the power and insists on posting these sentences can only be Dazai. ] Hawks complained in his heart almost helplessly [That guy, do you really have no opinion on the hero?Otherwise, why always cue the heroes in the works and in the talks, and there are no good words. ]

The aisle is not long, and Hawks walked very fast. He went up the spiral staircase, which was very spacious and could accommodate many people. He breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to look at the contents of Dazai's book so closely, he could get visual pleasure from a distance, because the words were arranged and combined beautifully, but seeing it up close, he could only feel oppressed .

Oppression may come from the deep color, or from the thought that carries it.

The spiral staircase is a bit long, and when he reached the middle platform floor, the light suddenly went dark. He subconsciously looked up at the light and found that the LED light surface was still good, probably because the light was dimmed on purpose. When he turned around the platform floor, he suddenly understood Thanks to the intention of the organizers, unlike the lights, the entrance on the fifth floor is really too bright, like the gate of heaven hanging above hell.

He waded up the steps and entered the light gate. There was a platform at the door, and on the platform were three books—"In the Name of Love", "Human Matters", and "Long Branch Mangosteen".

The placement of virtues is quite meaningful. They occupy the left half and the center of the countertop, leaving a gap for a book on the right.

From entering the door, Hawkes had to pay attention to the structure of the space and the interior layout of the bookstore, as if every corner was filled with hints from Osamu Dazai.

"You are here too." The blunt and deep male voice broke the mysterious and mysterious realm. Hawks only felt that his soul was suddenly pulled away from the weird space constructed by the words. As he approached, the flames blazed on his body, but the tongues of flames were precisely controlled by the master, without licking the paper, or even emitting a single spark.

"Mr. Andeva." He greeted with great spirit. Hawks would not be so energetic even when facing Orumite. He respected Andwa very much. In his heart, the other party was impeccable. hero.

Andeva nodded majestically: "Are you also here to catch Stein?" There are many heroes gathered here today, and most of them came for Stein. Some wanted to avenge their friends, some wanted to Those who want to catch the heinous criminals and become famous for thousands of miles, and some just want to fish in troubled waters to get a share of the action.

The ingredients of the heroes are different, and their thoughts are also very heterogeneous.

"I should be able to say that." Hawks raked his hair with his crooked fingers, leaving deep furrows. "I have a good relationship with Dazai, and now the hero killer is after him." He said, "Even if it is a hero It’s impossible to protect everyone, but it’s still necessary to protect your friends and those you care about, right?”

"That is to say, this time I will be your competitor, Mr. Andeva." He did not hesitate to fight, and the hero he admired stood on the other side of the cliff, but his youthful spirit made him not shy Challenge, "I'll catch Stein."

Andewa was noncommittal: "Everyone depends on their ability." He only left a hard sentence.

"Did Mr. Andeva bring his son here?" Hawkes' eyes moved around, as if he was looking for something, but he didn't give up greeting Andeva, "I heard, Hong Jiaodong, it's this Name it, anyway, your son is doing an internship in your firm."

"At this age, he should see the world." Andwar said, "Different from the small fights at school, he needs to know what the real enemy is."

"It's really strict." Hawks' eyes lit up, and he found someone, "I saw Dazai, let's go first, Mr. Andeva."

……

5:45pm, bookstore.

"Hello, Hawks." Dazai greeted him melodiously. He didn't wear a school uniform, but changed into a sand-colored windbreaker. The style was similar to the black windbreaker he wore before, but the color was much softer. Almost looks like a really gentle teenager.

"The new clothes are good." Hawkes praised casually.

"I was told that I would look good in this color." Dazai said, "But I decided to change to black for a while. The organizer said that black is more solemn."

Hosk shrugged: "It has nothing to do with me." He suddenly thought of the words he read just now, and couldn't help asking, "Did you arrange to post the words on the wall?"

"It's very aesthetic." Dazai said with a smile, "I just arrange it, but the ladies who posted the text are much better than I thought. Their aesthetic level is very high, and the boring text content can be so beautiful. It was a good time to find them."

"You chose the content?"

"of course."

Hawks couldn't help it: "I said you, do you have any opinions on the heroes?" He bit one sentence, "Even if there are, don't be so blatant, there are many heroes present today, Posting those words is too provocative.”

Let him say provocation is really provocation. Everyone knows that Hawks is the most arrogant and arrogant hero. In addition to his extraordinary strength, he is famous for his map gun in the hero group, and his public image will be like this. His deliberate shaping is inseparable. Let's put it this way, Hawks knows what he is like better than outsiders.

If it can make him feel "provocative", then Dazai is really provocative.

"Hey!" Dazai's eyes widened innocently, his expression made Hawks want to slap him on the face, "So you're wrong Mr. Hawkes, is this the kind of person I am in your eyes?" The corners of his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be squeezed, and he looked really sincere.

Mr. Hawkes said hard-heartedly: "Aren't you?"

"You misunderstood me." Dazai looked like a male protagonist who was killed by love on the stage of a drama. His body language was very exaggerated, and he pressed his hand on his chest, as if he had been stabbed by sharp words.

Hawks put two words on his face: too fake.

"Okay, okay." The slapstick ended suddenly, and Dazai's movements and expressions tended to be normal. Compared with the drama just now, he looked a little sincere now, "I didn't lie to you." He said, " I have no opinion on heroes at all, and I can even say that I like heroes very much."

[? ! ]

"Have some confidence in yourself Mr. Hawks, you and Mr. Xiao Tai are well-deserved heroes. Thinking about it carefully, almost everyone in my small circle of friends is related to heroes. How can I hate heroes under such a big situation? He said, "As for those words, rather than being annoying, please interpret my actions as having higher expectations for heroes."

"Of course, my expectation is definitely not based on character. Heroes are human beings after all. Since they are human beings, they have flaws. Rather, it is precisely because of flaws that the occasional light that blooms is set off more beautifully. "

"My words, my actions, and my thoughts are nothing more than blocking the way out for heroes' corruption and allowing you to move forward on the right path." He said, "There is no doubt that I am on the side of the heroes. "

"Dazai." Hawkes was silent for a while, and then called Dazai's name seriously.

"Um?"

Hawkes said word by word: "Speak humanly." He showed a relaxed smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

……

6:15pm, at the entrance of the bookstore.

In just half an hour, the length of the line doubled several times, and the iron railings were a bit insufficient. The portrait was like a winding dragon tail, dragged for an unknown number of meters, or the staff borrowed rubber stretch belts later to frame it. With new railings, readers have a place to stand.

The men and women in the back row had a good atmosphere, probably to pass the time of queuing, and exchanged about Dazai's works in a few words, the atmosphere was harmonious and enjoyable.

The people at the top of the ranking are not quite the same, the characters are different, but they are all silent in unison.

Ming Tian You Er stood first, he looked around, like the most ordinary rich man, he took out his mobile phone to scan the interface before, and he didn't know when he started, he got tired of it, and the mobile phone was put in his pocket After that, he started to chat with the woman behind him one after another.

He was the one who hit it off, but the woman didn't speak much, she just responded with "um" and "ah", obviously lacking interest in it.

He was too bored, so his idea turned to the man. The man standing in the third place was not too young. He was in his 30s. He was not tall, but his exposed muscles were tight. He looked at it for a long time and felt that This person was unusual, and Akita Yuji was really flustered, so he chatted with him.

"Are you also a fan of Dazai's book?" The opening sentence was terrible, but the question that followed was still answerable, "Which book is your favourite?"

Chihei Xueran said: ""Human Matters"." He was not interested in chatting, so he gave the title of the book with care.

"Really?" Akata Yuji said, "I thought it would be a novel "Human Matters", but it is good, but there are also a lot of essays." He was very interested, "Which one of them is your favourite?"

Chihei Xueran felt that he was annoying, but still answered patiently: "The Sleeping Man."

This is a short story. It is about a group of people sleeping in a house, and the lightning and thunder can’t wake them up. In the end, a fire almost burned the house and they ran out to take refuge in a hurry, but some people were burned or even burned. died.

"Really?" Akata Yuji may feel a little embarrassed, he can't quite understand what is so good about this article, but he still praises it habitually, "Then your thoughts must be very profound."

Scarlet and bloody: "Yes, I think about where society is going every day."

"...Then you may be thinking a little too much."

The topic was almost over. Ruo, a civil servant standing at the door, also received a notice that the venue had been cleaned. He led the people in line to enter one after another, and Akita Yuji, who didn't know how to end the topic, let out a long sigh of relief. .

[Let's chat with a cute girl next time. ] He changed his mind and thought again, [Is there any other possibility to chat with this kind of person besides talking to death? ]

Chihei Xueran followed behind him, walking toward the hall devoutly and without distraction.

……

6:45pm, Baoxu station.

"Catch up!" Green Valley followed Grant Lino and hurried to the bookstore.

"Don't be so impatient." The elderly hero gave him a hard look, "I say it's too late."

Izuku Midoriya nodded awkwardly, but his heart was still in turmoil, and he had already flown to a distant place.

[I will not waste the ticket you gave, Dazai-san. ]

……

6:55pm, in the outskirts of Baoxu.

"This is the newest brain?" Shiganmu put his hand outside the culture tank, the thick glass column was filled with nutrient solution, and deformed creatures were soaked in the nutrient solution.

In the uninhabited wilderness area of ​​Hosu City, his teacher established several laboratories. Of course, these laboratories cannot stand on the ground like targets, but are hidden 100 meters underground.

"I want to use them." He spoke very bluntly to the black mist, there was no element of request, rather than telling, his strong tone seemed to be an order.

Hei Wu made a gesture: "Whatever you want." Allforone is really kind to him, pampering the dead wood is like pampering a baby, if he wants to do anything, he never stops him, Nao Wu is almost his toys.

Hei Wu said: "Let's ask, what do you want these brains to do?"

"Of course it's a big gift for Stein." He said unscrupulous words, "What is that guy doing? He is an enemy who is fighting alone but has many supporters. Does he think he is the male protagonist in the animation? "

"I don't care if he is going to be a reader at some author's conference, or he is going to do something, in short, I will destroy whatever he wants to do." His smile became more ferocious, "I hate him, and he also Don't overthink it."

Black Mist: "..."

The thinking of elementary school students is talking about people like Shigaraki.

……

7:10pm, author meeting.

Chihei Xueran held the handle of the microphone tightly with his right hand. He seemed a little nervous or emotionally fluctuating too much, and his palms were sweaty.

Camera lenses came from all directions and converged on him.

"I only have one question to ask Mr. Dazai." His voice was hoarse, like the wind blowing through a broken blower, "In your heart, what is the real hero."

"Well, that's the question." Dazai supported his funny hood with his hand, "The real hero in my heart is——"

[Body: Osamu Dazai]

[Synchronization rate: 87%]