[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

Storage Box

The hijacking case that happened in Zhesi Middle School caused an uproar in the society. The thinking and discussion about "personality" and "hero" quickly set off an overwhelming upsurge. The presence.

Incidentally, during a certain period of time, the name "Kawasaki Sumiya" was also mentioned frequently, and she seemed to be familiar to many people suddenly, but in fact, the reality related to Cheng formed a sharp contrast with it.

She didn't even have any bones left.

After discovering that Cheng no longer has any close living blood relatives, Aizawa took over her affairs.

That being said, in fact, it was just dealing with her leftovers after obtaining permission.

When Aizawa opened the door with the spare key, he subconsciously said "excuse me".

No one responded, and rightfully so.

Aizawa, who was holding the doorknob, stood at the door for a while, as if shaking off his absurd meager illusion, and then he walked into Cheng's residence.

Her room is exceptionally tidy... This kind of tidiness is far beyond the general category, even a clean freak cannot achieve this level... Aizawa looked around and found the source of the sense of disobedience.

In Cheng's residence, Aizawa could hardly feel any trace of herself.

This is really strange, she is obviously such a person who gives people such a vivid impression, but there is nothing left to remind people of her in the place where she lived for a long time.

It's as if she carried all the things that are easy to remember with her in advance, if you are by her side, everything is so clear, and when she leaves...

She and the evidence of her existence are gone.

After tidying up, the remaining items in Cheng's house can barely fill a box.A call from the research institute where Summi worked interrupted Aizawa Shouta who was about to tape up the box.

They had contacted in advance, this time it was a notice from the research institute about the specific time when Aizawa would go to fetch Cheng's personal belongings left in the workplace.

Aizawa and the other party inevitably talked a few words, all of which were regrets for her. Aizawa was not very willing to talk about these, so he quickly found an excuse to end the call.

This afternoon, he arrived at the research institute on time, and the other party had done a rough tidying up before, and handed him a storage box that wasn't too big.

Aizawa glanced around, there were several notebooks inside, and the things that took up the most space were all kinds of candies.

...I really like sweets.

He thought, walked out of the research institute... Then he stopped in his tracks.

He meets a boy.

"Are you Miss Cheng's family?"

the kid asked him.

"No, I'm just her friend." Aizawa said, "Excuse me..."

"My surname is Hong."

After he finished speaking, he fell into silence, and then the child lowered his head slightly.

"Sorry, I just wanted to meet someone who knew her."

At this moment, Aizawa understood his feelings - he was looking for something that could prove that Kawasaki Summi had existed.This sounds absurd, after all, her name is being mentioned everywhere, but Aizawa suddenly understood her.

He could understand the bewilderment of the other party, and he could also understand the panic that didn't know where it came from.

This is probably because Aizawa Xiao felt too empathetic.

"boom……"

Aizawa remembered the cover of the notebook that Cheng put on the top, with a similar name vaguely written on it.

"Are you Hong Jiao Dong?"

Aizawa suddenly asked, and the other party was obviously taken aback.

"Yes."

"Then..." Aizawa took out a notebook with writing on the cover from the storage box, "Your name is written on it, do you know what it is?"

Hong took the notebook and opened it carefully.

"This is... my experimental data..."

"Since it has something to do with you, are you willing to accept it? I don't think Cheng will have any objections."

"is it okay?"

The boy confirmed, but he had unconsciously grasped the notebook tightly, even if Aizawa said "no", he seemed unwilling to return it.

"Yes, take it with you."

After getting an affirmative answer, he thanked him and left.

After this episode, Aizawa suddenly saw a bell collar mixed with colorful and lively candies in the storage box.

He turned it around and saw the words "Jinpingtang" engraved very small on the inside of the collar.

"Thinking about it, I did say something like that..."

You said that you should prepare a cat bell that matches the name for Jin Pingtang.

Aizawa Yuta gently put it in his pocket.

"Thank you, I'll take it."

icing

Watari and I were lying on the high railing, and I could see the research institute opposite as soon as I lowered my head.

This is the third day she skipped class.

No matter where she goes every time, she will come back here in the end.

Even when I was bodied, I still didn't understand what I was thinking, but this is a common thing.So for a few days, she just stayed here, looking at the opposite building.

"Obviously I've been here many times—" Wataru said, holding his chin, "Why do you think it looks so strange?"

One day, she saw a young man coming to the research institute... I remember his face, maybe it was the previous pass that left a deep impression on her.

The boy didn't go in, he hesitated outside the institute for a long time.

"Wouldn't it be like me..."

Watari laughed and changed positions.

After that, a strange man came. He walked into the institute, but a few minutes later, he came out again, holding a storage box, and the boy started talking to him.

I watched them boredly until the man opened the storage box...

"Isn't that my sister's thing?"

Wataru stood up slowly, and took out a dagger from her pocket—she saw it at the store the day before yesterday, bought it somehow, and carried it with her all the time.

"I can't let them take my sister's things..."

She whispered, but quickly fell silent again.

——Is that really my sister’s thing?

Ahhh, she still remembers Cheng's drawer, remembering that she gave her a candy, that candy belonged to Kawasaki Summi, and that drawer also belonged to Kawasaki Summi, I used to think that this matter was undeniable.

Her love that overflows a heart unknowingly endows that drawer with an unusual meaning. She likes to watch Cheng open the drawer, and the other party's eyes are fixed on those candies, and then her hand chooses the one she likes from it. ...or the one you think you'll like, hand it to yourself.

How would you describe the feeling that this moment gave her?

She completely forgot about herself, chaos and disorder could not entangle her soul only at this moment, she would always suddenly realize that she was still standing on the surface, probably the kite string connecting Cheng and crossing my heart was caught by her Slowly put it away, and then let me down, just to look into her eyes again.

What now?

"What's wrong with me……?"

I asked myself.

The drawers and candies were still there, but they no longer touched her emotionally.

Wataru subconsciously pressed his hand on his heart, and then moved it away as if he had been scalded.

"That's it..."

She muttered to herself.

"Because she's gone."

The kite line broke.

Then, the sugar coating that belonged to Wataru's body finally melted away.

She hates suffering, but the world is so indestructible, just like every child who first discovers that reality is so unreasonable, time is so unshakable, and she is so small and fragile, Du My heart was smashed by an invisible knife.

She wept loudly, alone, but not even the tears could express her grief and remorse.

"If only she was still here."

"If she didn't leave..."

she says.

"If... let her belong to me earlier..."

The world might not be able to take her from me.

Dawn

At first, it was also difficult for Hong to tell where his anxiety came from.

This uneasiness is especially evident at night.

Later, Hong gradually understood that this was probably because, as if there was her shadow everywhere, but there was nothing that could make him confirm her existence. He was afraid that one day, even her smile in his memory would quietly fade away.

So when he held her notebook, the panic seemed to be slightly relieved.

Hong sat at the desk and opened the notebook. The light of the desk lamp was a little dim, but he didn't want to turn it too bright. He seemed to subconsciously think that there was something indescribable in the pages of the book... He didn't want to go disturb it.

There is a scale on the first page of the notebook. The data on it are long gone, but Hong can still recognize them—this is the data Cheng calculated for him when they first met.

The scene at that time, Hong has not forgotten.

"According to the data, Mr. Hong's personality is half-cold and half-burning, right? Why..."

she asked.

"Because I hate it."

I probably responded in a very cold tone, right?

"I don't want the burning half of my personality."

"Is it."

She calmly accepted her waywardness, and re-edited his scale information, correcting his personality to "frozen".

It was the first time Hong had encountered such a reaction, and he couldn't help being a little surprised in his heart.Sensing his gaze, Cheng raised his head and smiled.

"Please teach me more in the future, Mr. Hong."

It was just the first page, and Hong stayed there for a long time.

Then, he continued to look through.

In the first third, there are basically different experimental data, including scrap sheets and handwritten records. After Cheng’s practical teaching in Ningshan Kingdom ended, they only met in the research institute. Since then, Cheng's recording style has also undergone subtle changes.

Perhaps because they gradually became familiar, Cheng's records became a little more casual... For example, Cheng wrote a line next to the data analysis on the persistence of personality on a certain page.

"Boom seems to prefer hot cocoa to hot water."

So, then it became hot cocoa…

Boom thinking.

The notebook, which is mostly used to record data, is actually not very readable.In today's society where the function of electronic databases is developed, this kind of writing habit is still maintained to a certain extent, which can be called superfluous.But Hong couldn't help but start to thank Cheng for his strange obsession with paper products and writing, because this notebook, which is boring and incomprehensible to others, is like a key to memory for him.

As if walking through a corridor lined with windows, the memories are clearly listed and presented according to the timeline. Outside each window, you can see her and yourself at different points in time.

He read on, almost losing track of time.

The night passed silently.

When I turned to a certain page, suddenly there was a blank page, and I paused, because judging from the previous content, Cheng did not have the habit of skipping pages.

Did you accidentally miss it?

With that in mind, Hung turned over the page... When his gaze touched the back of the same sheet of paper, Hung's movements stopped.

On the back, there is no experimental data, but only a sketch of a flower.

It is clearly a flower, but it looks like it has a hard texture, as if...

It's as if it was carved out of ice and snow.

Cheng wrote a word next to the petal.

- "Stars".

Then, memories burst.

He suddenly thought of the sound of rain, the city covered by crow-colored clouds, the umbrella in her hand and her touch...

I remembered the unique starry sky that the two had seen together.

Hong stood up and opened the curtains vigorously. Before he noticed, there was only a little end of the night, and he just captured the moment before dawn.

The stars are already very thin, presumably in a few minutes, dawn will come completely, and then the morning light will completely cover the stars, and they will no longer be found.

but……

However, they are still there.

Just like her, she is still there too.

——It’s just that I can’t see her anymore.

Looking at the sky, the sun rose little by little and became brighter little by little.

His vision became blurred little by little, and when the first ray of sunlight fell, it happened to pass through a falling tear.

Its daybreak.

Nightmare

Shikuagi dreamed of the scene of that day countless times.

At the beginning of the dream, he was always running, trying his best, until his throat was hot, his whole lungs seemed to be burning, and even breathing was painful.

He pushed away the people in front of him and got on the tram that could take him to find her, and then the tram sped up, and the excessive movement made him cough violently, and his internal organs were still aching.

However, the tram in the dream never took him to the destination.

The ending of the dream is always the same.

When the tram passed through a corner of the city, Nekuragi saw the giant advertising wall on the building, and she smiled one last time.

Then, everything fell silent.

The dream is over.

It wasn't always that nightmare, though.

Today is different.

Today, Shikuragi dreamed that he was sitting in a coffee shop, still by the window.He keeps his head down while playing the game, and he knows that the other person is sitting across from him, drinking coffee that he finds too bitter or reading a book that he finds boring... The thing he can't deny is that it actually makes him feel calm.

"Dead handle wood."

She suddenly called her name.

He looked up at her, her eyes were still gentle, the world seemed to always bring her something to make her happy.

"what happened to you?"

Shizuoki asked.

But she didn't answer, just stared at him.

Nekuragi didn't hate the look, but he figured he'd have to be a little impatient, so he leaned forward, trying to talk to her.

"you……"

Dreams are awakened here.

While half asleep and half awake, the first thought that Akatsuki came up with was——

"What shall I say to her?"

It's not a nightmare.

However, when it wakes up from a dream, it is a more cruel time than a nightmare.

In fact, whether it was in reality or at the end of that nightmare, he didn't see any unacceptable and terrifying pictures, it was just that there was nothing left.

From that moment on, the world lost her shadow and voice.

It took Shikuamu a long time to understand this—until now, he suddenly understood.

The coffee shop she often goes to is still there, the coffee she likes is still there, her game saves are still there, and so are the gloves she gave as a gift.

It's just that she's gone.

Once, Cheng could find him even if he thought he had hidden at the end of the world.

Now, the situation seems to be reversed.

However, no matter in any corner of the world, it is impossible for Sigang Muhang to find her again.

The truth that suddenly hit him made Shigaraki curl up as if he couldn't bear it.The tears flowed silently, if it wasn't for the trembling of his back...

It doesn't seem to be just sadness either.

"If, this world can't even tolerate her existence..."

Finally, Nikuragi said to himself.

"Then, it's better to destroy it."

樱树

It has been a week since Xiongying entered school.

In fact, what happened that day was indeed accidental.

After admission, led by the head teacher

In the first class meeting, it has been a practice for many years to understand the students' understanding of the hero profession, and this time Aizawa also raised that question...

About, "What is a hero."

Green Valley was hit by something invisible at that moment, and he was almost unable to think about other things. When Iida nervously pushed his shoulder, he realized his absence.

"Green Valley? Are you okay?!"

"I don't mind."

He replied, bending down to pick up the textbook that was accidentally knocked down by himself, but when he lowered his body, he found that there were more water stains on the textbook.Green Valley wiped it twice with his fingers, but another drop of water fell on the cover, and then he realized that it was his tears, and he had already burst into tears unknowingly.

Bakugo Katsuki seemed to have reached the limit of his patience, he stood up very suddenly, the chair and the ground made a harsh collision sound, startling the other people sitting beside him.

Bakugou ignored all this and walked out of the classroom.

"Bakugo..." Before Iida finished speaking, another person also walked out, "Boom! Even you!"

Boom looked back at Aizawa Shouta.

"Teacher, can you?"

Unusually, Aizawa Sho who would not normally tolerate such behavior nodded his head invisibly.

"Only this time is an exception... let's go."

Hong walked out of the classroom, Bakugou could no longer see his back, he turned around, found him under a cherry tree, and then walked towards him...

"She's talking about you, half-cold, half-burning fellow."

Bakugo asked him abruptly.

"If I understand correctly...it should be me that Ms. Cheng mentioned."

Boom replied.

"Bakugo, I know you too—"

"so what."

Bakugo said coldly.

He didn't want to remember her with others.

This has become a hideous scar in his heart, a crack in his self-esteem... But why they haven't healed yet, Bakugo is not ignorant of the reason.

He also has memories that cannot be discarded.

Bakugou still couldn't help thinking about the day when he looked down from upstairs and she came from the playground, her steps were very light. At that moment, Bakugou thought that she should be very suitable for walking through Huashi.

He will still think about the cherry blossoms of this day, and the cherry blossoms of that day.

He will also think about their agreement, what she said, "I will always watch you".

So the wound was torn open by himself again and again, and it could never disappear...

However, Bakugou may just be unwilling to let it disappear.

"I will beat you, completely."

Bakugo said, raising his head.

From Hong's position, Zhiman blocked the opponent's expression, but he still nodded and accepted Baohao's challenge.

"I won't lose."

"Absolutely, absolutely will become a hero beyond her imagination, and then make her regret for breaking the contract!"

Bakugo raised his face high, staring stubbornly into the depths of the sky.

No one saw the water in his eyes.

Except the silent and gentle cherry tree.

阳台

Aizawa was smoking a cigarette on the balcony.

The night wind was very cold, so he locked the cat in the house. The little guy scratched the door a few times in dissatisfaction, and then walked away.

"It's been so long..."

Aizawa sighed.

"Even the little ghosts at that time have grown up...Speaking of it, wouldn't it be a feeling that they were handed over to me?"

He held the cigarette between his fingers, and the end of the cigarette glowed with a flickering orange flame in the night.

"Then I don't seem to be able to do it if I don't work harder, so you will feel more at ease, Cheng—"

He looked to the side, then paused.

The balcony next door was empty.

It was probably because the wind was really too cold. At this time, the cigarette was extinguished somehow, and Aizawa Yuta held it helplessly, and re-lit it.

"This is not acceptable, if this continues, I will lose to the brat..."

he said softly.

"Then, Cheng, let's take a break tonight, until tomorrow..."

"Wait until tomorrow, then move on."