Battle of Virtual Divas

Osamu Dazai has always felt that Hatsune Moyan doesn't seem to have intense "anger" or "disgust" emotions at all.

For Osamu Dazai, who observes meticulously, this is something that can be easily distinguished. When his subordinates showed the so-called "resisting" expressions and behaviors, it was not so much that he himself produced such subjective emotions. Behavioral trend, rather, it is judged by him. When in this state, and under the current situation, he should have negative emotions to express his "mood".

It sounds like some kind of empathy deficiency, but it's not a big deal, it may be because Hatsune-kun's ability to perceive emotions is poor, or simply being a "non-human life form" makes it difficult to have obvious enough empathy Osamu Dazai does not think that this should be called a "defect". After all, it is difficult for him to feel those positive emotions that are full of vitality and longing for life and happiness.

(No, don't think so, you are actually different.)

Or, rather than saying that this is the emotional weakness of non-human beings, it might be better to say that Hatsune Moyan's way of thinking is a bit similar to Mr. Mori's, always prioritizing rationality, but there are still indescribable nuances, just like the two For computer machines with different algorithms, Mr. Mori will always choose the optimal solution without hesitation, while Hatsune-kun uses various weights to convert the importance, and finally obtains his answer. Compared with this, Hatsune-kun seems to be more Mr. Sen is more humane.

And as for why he pays attention to this point...

Osamu Dazai laughed twice. Hatsune-kun thinks that he "should" have certain emotions in this situation, so he will express this tendency accordingly. What Dazai Osamu is more interested in is what Hatsune-kun thinks Who made him understand "should" and the corresponding actions he took?Who is influencing his decision?Who did he imitate?

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At this time, in the depths of an abandoned factory, he was leisurely thinking that his subordinate Osamu Dazai was surrounded by a group of vicious men with guns, and the barrel of more than one gun was on his head No matter who looks at this appearance, it will feel extremely thrilling. As long as someone shakes his finger on the trigger, his head will bloom on the spot like a watermelon that has been cracked open.

However, even in the face of this situation, Dazai Osamu did not show the slightest expression of fear, instead, the corners of his mouth kept rising—he was obviously the weakest one in such a situation, but when watching their mutual expressions, Those guys with hot weapons and guns in their hands seemed to be the victims, with uncontrollable distortion and horror on their faces.

People are easily frightened when they are in a panic, and there is a high probability that they will do things that they would not do when they are rational, especially when they are already filled with panic and panic in their hearts, but they are stimulated by the outside world.

Dazai Osamu's voice is soft, different from Hatsune Moyan's special timbre with electric waves. When he speaks in a soft tone with his own voice, or laughs in a low voice, his ending sound is like honey. Small brush, soft and sweet as it sounds.

Of course, this also has a very important premise, that is, although it is an objective factor, it has a greater and more obvious background than the subjective factor on the result——

The normal situation was fine, but in this cool air full of fear, such a chuckle suddenly sounded... It was as shocking as a faceless woman hanging upside down from a beam in a haunted house.

So, the big man holding the gun shuddered violently, and almost lost the gun in his hand. Then, he noticed the light mocking smile on the face of the black-haired boy, who was originally because the organization was wiped out by Hong Kong gangsters. It caused a mess in his mind, and when he was provoked by this extraordinarily "suitable" laughter, anger surged to his forehead. As soon as he raised the butt of his gun, he was ready to hit the black-haired boy's stomach:

"What are you laughing at!"

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To be honest, if Hatsune Moyan knew that Osamu Dazai felt that he was very similar to Ogai Mori in his heart, then he would probably feel that Osamu Dazai was secretly scolding himself in his heart.

If it is necessary to digitize the negative emotions of "dislike" or "dislike" and rank them, then Mori Ogai should be able to rank in the top three of "Hatsune Moyu's most hated people".

[This is a very normal reason, as long as a human being without any special psychological needs, when facing a guy who stuffed himself underground for a while, he would not have any good opinions. 】

[Churchill's famous saying is "There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests", and Palmerston's statement is "There are no permanent friends, and there are no permanent enemies", which is a motto that many people regard as a standard, Most of them are businessmen and politicians, such as Thomas Syndola, who especially admired the phrase "only eternal interests", and I am the same. 】

[So, when facing Mori Ogai, I actually didn’t have any violent emotional fluctuations. That kind of fluctuations didn’t even come from the speechless emotions in my heart when Nakahara-kun called me to tell me that Osamu Dazai was missing again. violent. 】

Hatsune Moyan paced forward unhurriedly, the soles of his shoes stepped on broken stones, but they didn't make the slightest sound, he didn't even move slightly under pressure, as if he was walking on them The guy is the weight of a duck feather, or just an unreal 3D image with no physical body.

Hatsune silently held the green onion loosely in his right hand. The surface of the green onion stem was beautifully curved, shiny and lustrous. After a few days, the green onion that Osamu Dazai gave him as a new-job gift not only did not lose its moisture. Shriveled and withered, but more and more vigorous and vigorous, it even looks a bit like carved jade... If you can't still smell the pungent smell unique to green onions, cough.

[Because I have been continuously launching the "virtual space" for the past few days, trying to reshape its internal structure as much as possible, so that it will not only survive until it rots, I don't want such a beautiful scallion to disappear in front of me Yu damage, not to mention that I don't have to just watch, I have the ability to do something for it. 】

The silent steps stopped, and the green-haired boy had quietly come to a gray wall. After getting close enough, he no longer needed to open up the "virtual reality" to identify Osamu Dazai The thin cement wall couldn't block the virtual singer's eyes, which were comparable to thermal imaging scanners. The colored figures behind the wall were particularly obvious to him.

[If the troublesome boss knows that I cherish his entry gift so much, he must think that I really value him, even if he doesn't feel flattered? 】

Hatsune silently blinked his eyes slowly, and slightly retracted a part of the range of the supernatural ability that covered half of the factory. This behavior can also be regarded as reminding Osamu Dazai "I'm coming", although directly withdrawing the supernatural ability can also To achieve such an effect, but at present, if he wants to rescue his troublesome boss, he still needs the help of supernatural powers.

——In Hatsune Moyan's field of vision, this ordinary gray wall is like a cloudy glass window with impurity that affects his vision. Limiting to this, his field of vision was full of clumps of heat blocks, and he couldn't even tell which one was Osamu Dazai based on the shape of the heat blocks.

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"Of course you can't tell by shape, but you can tell by heat."

Dazai Osamu's face was a little pale, it looked almost the same color as the bandages wrapped around his face, and his whole body was also huddled up, looking a little dying, but he smiled again and said, "My body temperature It's lowered a lot now."

What's the meaning?The strong man holding the gun was stunned for a moment, but before he realized what the "hostage" meant, he suddenly realized that his hand was empty, and the heavy metal heating weapon, the gun, seemed to melt in the sunlight. The foam, as if rapidly disintegrating into sand, escaped silently.

"According to the principle of thermal imaging, changes in temperature will produce feedback of different colors, so as to distinguish the differences between several groups of portraits, and the general situation can be easily distinguished."

In Dazai Osamu's field of vision, the gray mottled concrete wall close to the side of the load-bearing column is entangled with well-formed bright green grid lines, which are like error codes infected by viruses, which are constantly changing at a fast speed. The ground disappears from this space. This is the way people with supernatural powers can perceive each other. In the eyes of ordinary people without supernatural powers, the scene in front of them is like an incomprehensible ghost house, and the wall itself disappears out of thin air.

Osamu Dazai said lightly: "It's a pity, your supernatural beings were crushed into the ground by dwarves from the very beginning, otherwise, you would at least be aware that this place has already fallen into the realm of supernatural powers."

"Mr. Dazai, your words can easily anger the enemy."

A flat-panel sound with radio sound effects sounded, and a vague figure appeared behind the disappearing wall. The figure took a step towards this side unhurriedly, out of the dim light, and if there was no way to break through the wall The sunlight penetrating through the body shone on the emerald green hair, refracting a light green halo, appearing single-handedly in front of this group of vicious men, Hatsune silently chatted with Dazai Osamu Days:

"It would be very likely that the enemy would use force to lynch the idea, which is very detrimental to Mr. Dazai's role."

He paused for a moment, then moved his eyes expressionlessly to a group of fellows who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy and had no abilities or weapons. At this moment, they were holding on to Osamu Dazai's hand like they were grabbing straws. Over the shoulder, Hatsune silently cast a glance at them, and asked without any haste, "Did Mr. Dazai inquire about any important news?"

[Probably some kind of routine that can summon the dragon by collecting all seven dragon balls. This 5000 billion assets also belong to different fields. There are not many simple cash checks, but even if it occupies a small part of the whole, it is still A lot of money.Our purpose is to get them from this group of guys who have fled with money. 】

Osamu Dazai replied with a smile: "The interrogation is over."

"Then it's fine."

Hatsune silently blinked his faintly glowing green pupils, and then turned his eyes to the guys who were panicked by the disappearance of the weapons in their hands.Ordinary people in the gang know very well that even powerful lethal thermal weapons are useless in the face of supernatural beings, let alone bare hands. At this moment, their only life-saving straw seems to be this subordinate with a face wrapped Bandaged hostage.The young man with light green hair tilted his head, as if he didn't care about the companion who was taken as a "hostage". Even after hearing the threat of "I'll break his neck if you take one more step forward", his expression didn't change at all. , but speak in a declarative tone:

"I'm sorry, but this is the money needed to fulfill Kusaku's wish, so the waste paper you have now is mine."

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The leader is almost panicked and at a loss in his heart now, what do these two guys know, and what does the so-called "interrogation is over" mean?It seemed that everything happened without him being complacent, and this change caught everyone off guard. He took a step back subconsciously, and then he heard an order with a tired tone:

"Hatsune-kun, get rid of them."

"Ok."

The green-haired boy who was pressing on every step of the way suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, before he had time to drive his body to react, his vision was completely blocked by something white mixed with green—until there was something flexible The strip-shaped object slapped his face fiercely, and he suddenly realized it.

...It smells like green onions.