[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

I was so upset after Cheap Daddy left that I walked out the door without even changing into my tracksuit.

In fact, I don't know where I can go.

All in all, as long as you don't stay in that home, you can do whatever you want.

Walking through the mall, I bumped into a guy with his hoodie pulled down so I couldn't see his face very well.I thought I just accidentally bumped into a passerby, I turned my head to apologize to him, but the young man suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"Ah, you're the one from the Xiongying Sports Festival! No.3!"

He held me in a strange posture, with his little finger slightly tilted, but the other four fingers were pressed tightly together.

I stared at his hand for a few seconds, "Sorry, I still have something to do."

After the Hero Sports Festival, I often encountered situations where I was stopped by passers-by. After all, the top four in each competition area will be placed on various billboards.It is said that this is also a kind of propaganda, after all, this is an era when heroes also rely on popularity to make a living.

The other party bent down slightly, and showed his face completely in front of me, "It will take up a little bit of your time, won't it affect you?"

"you--"

"Recognize me?" The young man laughed softly, "Then you should know what will happen if you don't follow me."

My frowning face was reflected in the scarlet eyes of the other party.

The pedestrians around didn't notice the tense atmosphere between us. In the eyes of most people, we were probably just a very ordinary couple who were quarreling.

"...Why are you here?"

I feel my throat is a little dry.

The person in front of him is named "Shimura Toka".

I don't know much about him.In the past 11 years, Shimura was just an ordinary passer-by to me, and I never thought that I could have an intersection with him.Because of this, I didn't recognize him right away in USJ either.

When I heard his voice and saw his face again, I was surprised to realize that I had seen him before the sports festival.At that time, he wanted to kill me directly and sincerely.If it were me, I would also find a chance to kill him.

After all, Shimura and I are in a relationship that we hate each other.

To briefly summarize, Shimura Kanka is a sociopath whose arm was once broken by me.Considering the holidays when I was a child, I think he may hate me more than the whole society.

What bothers me is not that he was broken by me or hates me, but his current position and identity.

Since he was able to attack USJ, he probably wouldn't mind doing something in a busy area.

If it was on other occasions, I would probably consider fighting him to the death, but we are standing at the entrance of the shopping street, and rejecting his words might cause even greater commotion.

I can't be completely indifferent to other people's lives.

The students and teachers in USJ at least have the ability to resist, but passers-by near the shopping street may not necessarily have it.Besides, I have no way of judging whether Shimura brought the monsters that attacked USJ with him.

If he really brought it, things might be even more difficult to end.

The nearest Hero Office is about 10 minutes away, 10 minutes is enough for a monster of that level to kill dozens of people, not to mention that Shimura himself is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"I told you it's here to occupy your time," the young man's voice spread in his ears, with a deep smile, and he tapped his eardrum again and again, "Besides, you should also want to know about your father, right? It's not that bastard from Yuki's family, it's your hapless biological father...I remember his name is Akanishi?"

I raised my eyelids vigilantly and wanted to stay away from him, but the other's hand tapped my wrist, which made me unable to get away.

It was surprising that Shimura would know about my biological father.But my past is not a secret anymore. As long as there is a way to investigate the police records of the Hachioji Police, it should be easy to find out about me.

That incident was considered a sensational event in Hachioji at the time.

The other party looked at my expression with a smile. I don’t know if it was an illusion. My reaction seemed to make him feel the emotion called "joy". He even raised his other hand and stroked the side of my ear. hair.

"You know," he slowed down his tone, as if he was chatting with an old friend, "I used to really want to kill you...but now I think, rather than killing you, watching you collapse and degenerate It's even more fun!"

I took a deep breath and forced myself to ignore his trash talk, but Shimura’s lines kept ringing in my ears like annoying flies over and over again, and finally stayed on something that had been bothering me for 11 years.

What else about my biological father, that man surnamed Akanishi, that I don't know?

Shimura seems to be the type who talks a lot.

His voice is not high, but with inexplicable excitement.

"Ah, I almost forgot, you have lived to this day by stepping on the corpses of those people, and even took away what belonged to them. To you, it doesn't really matter what happened to that man, Miss Murderer ?”

Shimura's words were like sharp short knives, cutting apart the things I had avoided for so many years little by little, regardless of whether I was willing to face the bloody reality or not.

What appeared in front of my eyes were the overlapping and twisted corpses of a man and a woman.

I sat next to them with my legs crossed, the surrounding was very quiet, but I could clearly hear Xia Chan's chirping.

In fact, there was no blood on the ground, and only the woman's corpse had trauma, but they were indeed dead, and walked through the last journey of their lives in an extremely distorted and ugly posture.

I was the one who killed them.

Unlike Naoya who was killed indirectly, I killed my biological parents with my own hands.

with my own personality.

"... Yuuki?" A voice suddenly came from behind, and a boy with different-colored eyes appeared in front of the shopping street with a box of snacks. He looked at Shimura and me, and stopped, "Going shopping with friends? "

I swallowed.

Now I can't care what Shimura wants to say to me.After all, he is a person who is hostile to Xiongying. If Shimura wants to talk to me, it proves that he will not do anything to me for the time being, but I can't guarantee whether he will do something to Hong, so what should be considered at the moment is how to get Hong to leave this place .

Shimura didn't move, he seemed to be thinking about how to clean up the current situation.

I opened my mouth before him, "Yes, I went shopping with my friends... Are you here to buy something?"

"What?" the young man suddenly let out a "squeak" and let go of the restraint on me. "It's fine if someone comes, and we'll make an appointment next time!"

"Wait!" I grabbed Shimura's arm almost subconsciously, forcing him to turn around and look at me, "What do you mean by those words?"

"It's nothing interesting," the other party casually shook off my right hand, and a chuckle rolled out of his throat, whether it was a mockery or an exclamation, "Oh, by the way, let me tell you a good thing, Akanishi...the couple died of a blood clot Suffocation caused by inhalation of the trachea, not death on the spot as you thought.

——"That is to say, if you called an ambulance at that time, they would not die!"

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