Quanzai Cone

I was a clumsy and mediocre child from an early age.

Things that others can learn once, I often have to try several times to get started; even if I learn late every day, my grades are always in the lower reaches; I don’t know how to match and dress up, and I have exactly the same thick bangs and low ponytail all year round. Tossed in a crowd and never noticed...

However, because it is too inconspicuous, it has become the object of being often excluded and bullied.

When I was young, I couldn't understand why I was bullied, and my classmates who didn't hurt me hardly approached me, so I always played alone. As time passed, I became a little afraid of getting along with others.

But my parents always encouraged me: "Don't be afraid to approach others, there are always good people in the world!"

The parents who graduated from top medical universities but were able to leave behind their good life to work as doctors on outlying islands for more than ten years, are like superheroes with a gentle and strong heart.Although I am not smart enough, at least I learned a little bit about their persistence and was comforted, so I mustered up the courage to make friends again—but I was bullied even more.

That was the first time in my life that I saw my parents angry.

Hugging me in a mess, my mother stood at the door of the teacher's office and scolded the children who bullied me and their parents until they were ashen and dared not look up: "It must be my child who has a problem? Oh, then you are just rotten from the top to the bottom. , the whole family doesn't have a good guy? My family dare not teach me to insult and hurt others for fun!"

Dad confronted the principal and the teacher, without the gentle smile he used to have, and spoke sharply: "I am a doctor, how can I tell the patient that I don't know and I can't do anything when I go to the operating table?! As a teacher, you have the face to talk to me about it?" You don’t even know that there are many people bullying on campus for a long time, and you can’t do anything about it!”

I even forgot to cry, I stared back and forth blankly, and finally I was led on the way home by my parents who had won a big victory.

"...Are there really a lot of good people in the world?" I asked in a low voice, shaking my held arm, jumping to step on the shadow in the setting sun.

"It's absolutely true." My mother held my hand firmly, and said in a firm tone, "It's like buying fruit. If you pick a broken one, you can't throw all the other fresh fruits into the trash can, right?"

Dad followed suit and nodded: "However, you need to choose carefully. If you eat bad fruit without distinguishing it, you will get sick. The same goes for friends... No, it is more poisonous than bad fruit."

"It's so difficult, how can I choose a good friend?" I stepped on the shadow and looked up at them happily and confusedly.

"Well... this is a university question, and my father and mother are also studying."

Under the backlight, my mother answered me with a smile.

So, trying to explore "university questions", I carefully embarked on the road of approaching others.

In the first few years, I worked hard to improve my clumsy tongue, learned to express myself candidly, and hoped to impress others with my frankness-the reality of hitting walls everywhere mercilessly declared failure to me.

I belatedly realized that unilateral honesty would only lead to surprise and teasing, and it would be meaningless if both parties did not open their hearts.

How can we get close to a strange heart?

I, who was still unremarkable and unpopular, gave birth to a naive wish in the midst of disappointment: if only I had "mind reading skills".

As long as I can know the other party's thoughts in advance, I can make the most appropriate response and say the most appropriate words, and then I will be accepted as a matter of course.

Looking forward to such a change, one day without warning, some god jokingly dropped a miracle seed, which just happened to hit me. I really have a special talent.

[As long as the human beings are within the direct line of sight, the consciousness and memory can be freely browsed].At the peak period, once I watched the target person, the target person no longer had secrets; the whole life of the person from birth to the present was spread out like a movie, and all I had to do was pull the progress bar to the desired frame; Even minds and personalities can be reproduced exactly after deep viewing of these experiences.

However, I did not succeed in mastering "University Questions" after getting "Mind Reading".Accompanied by talent, there are severe side effects, such as constant headaches, recurring high fevers, and because of uncontrollable control, I always receive the voices of many people who are constantly changing, which shocks my thinking to pieces and makes me unable to concentrate at all. ... My grades plummeted, and I was even afraid of crowded places.Occasionally, he mentioned spiritual mind reading to communicate with others, but he became a well-known "freak" in the whole school.

During the three years of suffering, the only consolation was my parents who knew my abnormality and loved me as always.With their help, I barely learned to hide my abilities and returned to a normal life.

All the delusions that I thought I would get better ended after the university entrance examination.

Because I dreamed of becoming a doctor on an outlying island like my parents, and in order to be admitted to a medical university, even though I was suffering from side effects and became thin and insomnia, I was still studying hard.After getting the super performance results and the admission letter from Umbrella Medical School, I cried out of breath under the amazed eyes of a circle of people, and ran [-] meters home to share the good news with my parents—but I Taking it home is a pass to hell.

I got into medical school and didn't get to start college.My parents were forcibly detained by Umbrella, and I, who couldn't resist, was assigned to a special team to conduct inhuman training and busy tasks for the purpose of thoroughly developing "natural" abilities.

My life went off the rails, and I was smashed into pieces on this stalled train, falling into the abyss in chaos.

Where else could it fall?

At that time, I was sneering at myself with my to-do list, and I never thought that I would get worse news half a month later-in order not to become a bargaining chip to threaten me, my parents found an opportunity...to commit suicide together.

My parents, who dedicated their entire youth until they were nearly 40 years old, returned to the main island and settled in Yokohama. After a few years, they finally had me as an old man. By this year, they were already an old couple with gray hair.If you want to kill a couple of old people, especially if the killer has a wealth of medical knowledge, you don't need to go to great lengths.

That day, the manager who handled the corpses stood in front of me majestically, and scolded me for not improving my ability development speed and being a "complete garbage".The mind-reading technique that came into effect very occasionally brought the bad news like a bolt from the blue into my heart. I, who had been concealed for dozens of days, raised my eyes bit by bit, staring at the chattering him and refused to blink.

Are there really many good people in the world?

A few days later, I got rid of the control by relying on the ability of rebirth, and I, who was waiting on the road that the manager must pass, shot off half of his skull, thinking silently.

I do not know.

Anyway, I'm not a good person anymore.