[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

According to eyewitnesses, Sigangmuhang left alone that day, leaving behind 74 others.

72 shrimp soldiers and crab generals, one black mist, and one pale monster.

The pale monster asked Hei Wu if he wanted to sneak in while the boss was away, but Hei Wu repeatedly refused, saying that he still needed to work hard.

The pale monster waved at him, and left the underground training ground with disapproving eyes in the black mist.

It was still a pitch-black cloak, blown by the wind, like the rustling canopy of a deep dense forest, wearing a pure white mask, which was different from most people on the street.

Except for heroes who are equipped with various combat uniforms due to their individual needs, ordinary citizens are dressed normally.

He walked along the sidewalk, weaving through the dense crowd.

A child, whose calf was just high, bumped into the pale monster with a "plop", wrinkling the feet of his robe.

With a mournful face, he sniffed and grabbed the pale monster's clothes, "Are you a hero? I, I can't find my mother."

The pale monster looked at the stern-faced child, picked up his collar, walked to the door of the nearest hero office, loosened the collar and pushed the child into the door, "Go in."

After sending the child in, the pale monster continued to walk forward, and met a typical office worker youth, with glasses half hanging on his face, and fine sweat protruding from his forehead.

The young office worker turned his head around in a panic, and when he saw the pale monster in weird clothes, he threw himself in front of him, "Someone snatched it"

The pale monster turned sideways and nimbly passed the young man, and continued to walk forward.

"robbery"

The remaining half of the word "robbery" turned around in the young man's mouth a few times, but he didn't say it.

Sweating due to restlessness, the young man stared dumbfounded at the "hero" who walked past as if nothing had happened.

Seeming to have finally realized how unsuitable his attire was to walk among the crowd, the pale monster turned into the narrow alleyway.

The alley was very quiet, so quiet that there were no footsteps of the pale monster. The cement walls on both sides were erected high. A lot of coldness.

He took out a student ID card from his pocket, and the thin sunlight in the alley hit it.

Nagasawa iris.

After leaving the brainless factory in the supernatural power area last time, the pale monster found a card stuck to the sole of his foot. He thought about it, and it should have been accidentally stuck when passing by the pile of garbage piled up like a hill in the corner of the factory.

This is a student card.

Proof of a person's identity.

Proof of identity for a monster with no exposed cerebral cortex.

The student ID card contains the name, class, age, the top line is the name of a municipal junior high school, and a square-inch photo.

The messy and thick hair was piled on the forehead, blocking the eyes, only the nose and jaw were exposed, and the photographer who took the photo was also careless, so he casually raised his hand and let go of this obviously unqualified photo.

Iris Nagasawa, owner of student ID card.

He found the school following the information on the student ID card, saying that he had picked up the card on the side of the road and wanted to send it to the original owner.

The teacher who received him was stunned when he saw the student ID card, and it took a while to recognize it, "It seems to be yes, thank you very much, I will pass it on to the student for you."

Can't give it anymore.

The pale monster asked "I want to meet him, can I"

The teacher was taken aback again, "He seems to have had some conflicts with his family, and he hasn't come to class recently."

She pursed her hair in embarrassment, "The last time I called the student's parents to ask about this matter, I also spoke vaguely. I'm really sorry."

The pale monster left the classroom office and walked to class B of the third year. Because the students in the class after class were fighting and chasing each other in the classroom, groups of them flew over the desk in the corner of the back row of the classroom like fireflies , The blowing wind moved a thin layer of ash on the table, and fell silently.

After the fireflies left, the corner became quiet again.

After he left the school, he found Nagasawa Iris's home according to the student's home address kept in the school. The residential buildings stood tall, and the space between them was terribly narrow, and it was difficult for the sunlight to fall in. The lowest building Because there is no light all year round, the wet and cold moss spreads around and spreads, like messy old age spots falling on the walls and the ground, ugly and terrible.

In this crowded building complex, the pale monster found the small house that could accommodate an ant, the home of Nagasawa Iris, his mother, father and his three-person family.

He knocked on the door, and a woman with black messy hair opened the door impatiently. She leaned against the door, took a puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled smoke rings, "What are you doing?"

A handful of rough stones rustled against the smokey voice that had been poisoned by the dense fog for a long time.

Half of the lipstick on the woman's lips has faded, thick and pale at the same time.

"I'm looking for Nagasawa Iris."

As soon as the words fell, the woman said "I don't know" and was about to close the door.

The woman tried hard, but the door didn't budge.

She looked up to see a long, pale hand stuck against the door, belonging to the unwanted guest.

She raised her eyebrows lightly, and hummed disdainfully, "Are you looking for trouble?"

"Hiroto Nagasawa"

"If someone kicks the door, you don't care if you die"

"You just died"

In response to the woman's words, a cursing and unclean man came out. He was wearing a yellowed white shirt, and his slippers were knocked on the ground. He was sloppy and sloppy.

The arm is thick, and the raptor tattoo on the left arm is squeezed and deformed by the hypertrophic fat, but this does not prevent Hiroto Nagasawa from growing into a tall, fat and strong man.

He frowned, and a hill-like shadow was cast on the ground.

"I'm looking for Nagasawa Iris."

The pale monster repeated.

Man "He's not home."

"where did it go"

"out."

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know." The man was annoyed by the question and slammed the door shut.

A woman's shrill voice came from behind the door, complaining that the man stepped on her, followed by a "slap" of applause.

The man said, "If you quarrel again, I will kill you."

This is the home of Nagasawa iris.

Before leaving, the woman's sharp cry and the crisp sound of objects shattering entangled together, supporting a fine and gloomy net, covering the top of the room, swaying black haze and gloom all the time.

The teacher's words linger in my ears.

"Does he have friends?"

"No."

"Who do you like?"

"Some like it, but no one likes him."

Nagasawa Iris is a slender gray shadow, wandering in the black shadows under the eaves, finding a place in the corner to survive among the overlapping shadows of classmates.

He is a blue smoke, disappearing into the void without anyone noticing.

Current affairs.

Xinghe said to researcher c, "Launch the next replica."

"Yes."

A beam of light slanted across half of the vast blue sky like a shooting star.

Landing quietly without anyone noticing, the messy light and mist reorganized in an orderly manner. A thin young man's figure loomed, his slightly curved spine was stretched like a stringed bow, and under the pale and delicate skin was hidden Great power.

"The delivery is normal."

"No information was lost."

At first glance, this is not the same as Xinghe's usual image.

This time, he had short hair, the disheveled black hair curled up wantonly, and the broken hair on the forehead rested on the bridge of the nose, leaving a small piece of sharp and clean jawline.

The duplicate body stopped in place for a while, looked up, and seemed to be identifying the direction.

After identifying the direction, the clone left the disturbed silence of the wilderness. The wind blew low and blew across the ground, and the person who stepped on the weeds disappeared without a trace.

The duplicate body bent its body and jumped and ran on the high and low roofs. The coordinates of the other duplicate body were a little far away from him. If he wanted to arrive before sunset, he needed to speed up.

The setting sun dragged a long afterglow, and the light-colored true vermilion red that melted covered the sky and the earth, and the replica reached the crowded building pile with the sunset light, and knocked open the hut shrouded in haze and depression.

The tall, fat man with the blue dragon tattooed on his arm pushed the door impatiently, and saw the boy bowing his head at the door.

As soon as he saw the messy black hair, he knew who it was.

The man hooked his fingers casually, "Come in."

The room was terribly cramped, half of the woman's face was red and swollen, and the red marks on her fingers were clearly visible. She hugged her knees and hid in the corner sobbing.

They didn't ask or pay any attention to where the boy went these days, who he met, who he lived with, and what kind of life he had.

The TV set in the middle of the room was broadcasting vulgar programs, and the man was holding a beer bottle and drinking non-stop.

The replica can tell where the Nagasawa Iris is from the piles of garbage on the ground.

He picked up a schoolbag, rummaged through it, and found a black leather diary with a lock in the hidden crevice of the schoolbag.

The duplicate took the diary and climbed up the ladder to the bed. Thanks to his light footsteps, the rusted iron bed made no sound.

The copy body rubbed the cover of the black leather diary. Due to the long time, the corners and corners were severely damaged, and the strap fastened to the front also began to peel off.

He has no friends.

No one likes him.

Parents don't care about him.

His identity will also be replaced by others.

The duplicate looked at the cover quietly, and broke the strap, and the treasured diary was spread out in front of him.

I am "no personality".

In this superhuman society where [-]% of people have "personality", I have changed from an ordinary person to an extraordinary person.

"No personality" seems to have been further extended, and it has become a person who finds no such person.

Nagasawa Iris is an ordinary and extraordinary person.

He is not from a rich family or a famous family, but people like him seem to be uncommon. For example, not many people have no personality, and not many people have a pair of parents who are gangsters.

Yeah, he's awfully uncommon, that's the way to describe it.

It is not common for him to have a very ordinary dream. Many people in this society have it. If he has it, it should not be an excessive dream. He wants to be a hero.

Want it so so much.

Thinking of biting the quilt and crying while sleeping, so as not to let the choking sound flow out.

He wants to be a hero.

Want to save myself.

Pull yourself out of this suffocating quagmire.

He waited day after day, until his father's belt snapped, and the people who had been viciously attacking him since kindergarten for his "individuality" were also uninterested, and nothing came of it.

He lived as a shadow, living out of people's sight.

He is a shadow. When talking about "heroes" in the class, he accidentally said a few words, but saw someone covering his mouth lightly, and said with a smile, "I think you are thinking too much about calamus."

"A strong personality becomes a hero."

"Even if you have no personality, you have to find the right position."

"Everyone gets what they want."

"is not it"

"Yes."

This is the personality, which turns people into two sides, one side enjoys the sunshine, and the other side enjoys the darkness.

At its most prosperous age, it produced a dead branch.

As soon as the wind blows, it becomes a handful of fine sand and dissipates the world.

I want to be a hero like All Might, I want to be the tiniest fluorescent light, a pinch of flame that is about to go out, as long as I don't suffocate in the dark.But I know that dreams are always dreams, and it is his nature to be out of reach.

I don't want to hate anyone, I just feel sad, sad enough, I don't know how to be sad.

The pale monster returned to the factory where it had picked up the student ID card. The purple-skinned brain cortex was exposed in the cylindrical container, and a string of bubbles floated in the green liquid. The bright green light was cast outside through the glass layer, swinging A room full of emerald green waves.

The pale monster tapped the glass display case, and there were neatly arranged brains inside, and it was unknown which one was Nagasawa Iris.

The stereo in the factory suddenly remembered, afo's voice came from inside, "It's you, what are you doing here?"

"Look at the brain."

afo laughed and said, "This is my favorite work."

"In a cylindrical container, it is the most outstanding work."

"Thinking about it, he seems to be a junior high school student. Although he is very young, he is extremely determined."

"He said he wanted to be a hero as strong as All Might."

"Now he is."

"It's just powerful, not heroic."