After creating the vest, I joined the script team

Night fell inexplicably.

The man who had worked hard and relied on his accurate intuition for so long in the cracks of Yokohama felt unprecedented panic.

he is running away...

He didn't know why and why he ran away, but he only knew one thing.

He must escape, or he must die.

Will!

He ignored the strange environment and kept running forward. Sweat dripped down his cheeks and hit his dry, trembling lips.

His body was also streaked with blood due to the fall.

But he couldn't take care of that much anymore, running forward, running forward, his subconscious kept telling himself that he must leave here, must leave this ghost place!

The shadow behind him became heavier and heavier, as if something crawled out of the darkness and merged with the darkness.

Finally, the thing that had been suppressed for a long time behind him rushed forward.

He fell to the ground and let out a whimper that he didn't know if it was for help.

It's over, it's over!

He is finished, and Yokohama is not saved!

On the other side of the street, the street corner that has not been affected by the night is so quiet that only the sound of wind blowing can be heard.

There wasn't even time to react, the sword that had reached the limit to travel through space had already cut through the doctor's neck.

Blood spurted from the wound and splashed the face of Osamu Dazai next to him. The teenager who witnessed this scene did not speak, but took out a tissue from his pocket very calmly, and said accusingly, "You splashed blood all over my face. .”

"The target is dead, thanks to you."

"Hey old man, you can't ignore my words just because the task is completed. Although I don't care much about this dress, my image is completely ruined."

Fukuchi Sakurachi frowned slightly, but did not answer Dazai Osamu's words: "Did Fei Jia leave any message?"

"Here..." Osamu Dazai acted very casually, and said impatiently, "Go and ask yourself."

The boy tore off the bandage covering his face and covering his eyes, and sat on the ground to show that he didn't want to move.

The people who followed behind didn't object to a word, and they were so quiet that they didn't exist.

"Do you want to dispose of these people?"

"My man, you really hate trouble, just leave if you have something to do."

Tian behind him took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Osamu Dazai who was sitting on the ground, as if he didn't hear the two discussing his life and death.

"Is it already yours?"

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and said nothing. He hated this kind of old-fashioned people since he was a child, and now he not only met one but also dealt with them.

forgive him...

Fukuji Sakurachi took Dazai Osamu's actions as acquiescence, hesitated for a moment, and put his weapon back into its sheath. He glanced at the doctor who had confirmed his death and turned away without hesitation.

"Don't go, tell me about the situation here, I don't want to die inexplicably."

"The junior is finally planning to join the five evils of heaven and man?"

"No, no, who dares to join this kind of unorganized organization that doesn't even have complete information..." Osamu Dazai dragged his voice, "At most, it's just cooperation. If a poor little guy like me joins, I will be sold."

At the end, he trembled vividly.

It was the first time for Fukuji Sakurachi to face such an incongruous character, his expression was blank for a moment, he thought about the information given by Fyodor and decided to persuade him in a different way: "The virus, the silver king and the colorless king were killed by us." Planted the virus."

So they made the King Sword that the Silver King is about to crash?There is also the colorless king, really underestimate them.

The corner of the boy's mouth raised and he turned his head slightly to look behind Shen Fudi Yingchi: "Do you hear me clearly?"

"Understood."

It was the voiceless voice behind Fukuji Sakurachi who answered the boy.

Who is the voice behind? !

Fukuchi Sakura was rarely terrified, who the hell could hide behind him without making a sound, even without him even reacting at all?

Fukuji Sakurachi didn't turn around, and his sword stabbed obliquely to the rear from an incredible angle.

Did not touch, the sword stabbed empty.

"I, met, you."

In the end, Fukuji Sakurachi only saw a pair of purple eyes that were purely beautiful like jewels but dead.

"boom……"

Osamu Dazai moved aside, showing a disgusted expression: "Hey, don't let him touch me, it's disgusting."

"You have killed many people, don't be afraid, disgusting."

"Tsk, Tolstoy, this supernatural body, doesn't look very smart. I don't know what will happen if you touch it?"

"Yes, die, really die."

Osamu Dazai showed a speechless expression for a moment. Most of the supernatural beings are the manifestation of the personality of supernatural beings. Was Tolstoy so naive?How dare he tell this kind of thing to this person with nullified abilities.

"Don't be afraid..." The supernatural body, who looks exactly like the doctor, said awkwardly, "I, will protect you, Dazai."

"Huh? Protect me?" Osamu Dazai pointed to himself and asked inexplicably, "I have nothing to do."

"Don't be afraid..."

The supernatural body didn't speak, but said to himself: "I will definitely save you."

As Miyazaki Tomomori said, he doesn't have to be patient anymore.

You can do what you want to do, do it quickly, do it quickly, and finally atone for your sins.

The supernatural body saw his past memory in a trance.

Tolstoy has the habit of keeping a diary, but there is always only one entry in the diary.

He looked at the only entry in his diary, rubbed the paper, and hesitated for the hundred and fiftieth time whether to tear it off.

I feel that I am a little abnormal, and I am obviously very scared, but at this time, there is only one voice in my heart, which is to make it louder and crazy.

It seems that every time I watch the riots, I bring my own emotions into it.

Every time I see this kind of situation, I feel an unspeakable joy in my heart, as if I am the one who vented, but I know I dare not, I dare not vent in reality, so I keep suppressing my emotions, let me never is smiling.

Smile, smile, and then look at other tragedies, as if I would let off steam and not let the negative energy blow me up.

wrong, right...

This kind of thing doesn't matter at all.

Does human resistance make sense?Is it valuable?

I ignored the sound in my ears, but recently it started to make noise again.

"Hey, do you really think it doesn't matter?"

To shut up……

"Is it interesting to torture yourself? Is it interesting to deceive yourself?"

What a lie, shut up.

"I said you, me..." The self in the mirror showed a smile that didn't fit me, like a raging fire, "How long are you going to deceive yourself? You want to help them, right? Why should people be oppressed?"

"Crack..."

The mirror was violently crushed by him with his fist, and the fragments pierced into his flesh, but he still clenched his fist tightly as if he was unconscious.

No, no, if he speaks out, he is violating his family and class, and there is no good fruit to eat.

There was an innocent, vain smile on his face.

"I just said, I'm too tired recently."

He covered his ears, ignoring all the calls for help around him, until a wave hit him, making it impossible for him to stay out of it.

The enslaved child sent him the most beautiful flower for his little help.

"I have been looking for it for a long time, and it is the most beautiful one."

"Is it for me?"

"Hmm..." the child nodded, smiling so brightly that his yellow front teeth were exposed, "Thank you for your help yesterday, your eyes are as beautiful as Huahua's."

Tolstoy stroked his eye sockets and didn't know what to say for a moment. This was a gift that no one had given him, and this was a compliment that no one had given him.

He knelt down and touched the child's uneven and dry hair, but for some reason he couldn't show a smile.

It's really rude, I was given a gift by a lady but didn't return the gift, and even the expression was terrible.

He hurriedly took out something from his pocket and wanted to return the gift, but suddenly remembered the living environment of the other party.

To give this child any expensive gift is to send her to her death.

"Lovely lady, I like your gift very much, but now I don't have anything to repay you. Can we meet again at this time tomorrow?"

Let's give some bread in return tomorrow.

The child nodded with a bright smile.

then the next day;

Die on the street...

The girl's eyes were wide open, her head was separated from her body, and dark red blood stained her hair, turning it a disgusting brown.

He was sweating all over while watching this bloody scene, his feet were trembling from the cold, and there were some indistinct words around him.

"That little thing just now is really annoying, don't you know I'm going to walk? How dare you block the way?"

"Our skirts can't be next to these untouchables."

"Oh, don't talk about bad luck, it's all cleaned up."

"What are you talking about?" Tolstoy's voice was hoarse than ever.

"A pariah died."

The man's tone was extremely frivolous: "It's so dirty, I shouldn't have used a sword just now."

He stopped trembling, feeling his heart getting colder in a trance.

It seemed as if something had collapsed and something had built up again.

The voice was noisy again: "Human behavior is caused by the ebb and flow of animal and intelligent people. If the animal is greater than the intelligence, it will make people do bad things that should not be done, and the intelligence is greater than the animal. , it will make people behave well and show their virtues. Look, Tolstoy, there are beasts all around you, so don't be patient any longer."

Is the death of the beast a death?

Repressed things collapsed and poured out.

The surrounding existence quieted down in an instant, no insects, birds, or human voices.

Dead, all dead, in an instant.

The trees died, the rivers dried up, and the land cracked, as if something had sucked all the vitality out.

The entire area was turned into a dead zone.

Person with supernatural powers: Tolstoy, whose supernatural powers got out of control in [-], causing many deaths.

On the second day, the supernatural mutation crossed out the advanced level, and the supernatural body and ability appeared, and the supernatural war and peace were renamed and revived.

Since then, the young man has been wandering and atoning for his sins, but in the end he only got one answer: Your supernatural ability can't save anyone, it can only bring death.

He entered Meursault himself, with a strangely calm expression: "This ability can't save people at all, no matter where it stays, it can only kill people."

It is better not to use abilities that cannot be controlled in a large area and finely tuned.

Then, the ability that was fleeting on the battlefield is re-bound.

Tolstoy chose to be a doctor because of his out-of-control abilities, and he went to Meursault because of his out-of-control abilities. He will continue to suppress his emotions because of his out-of-control abilities.

His emotions were suppressed to the extreme, otherwise the ability might get out of control.

But it doesn't matter this time, his ability can save people.

That's it, unleash all the power.

"This time, I will definitely not let anyone die."

I will kill everyone and save everyone.

The author has something to say: 1. Tolstoy: I want to save people;

Injured: Don't come here!

2. Tolstoy's ability is the absorption and release of vitality. The first time he lost control because he didn't release it, he formed a supernatural body. Coupled with the psychological shadow of the battlefield, he never dared to use it in a wide range. Thank you The support of the following little angels;

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